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Mum's the Word: September 2008
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Of parenthood, angst, and travels. Monday, September 29, 2008. It wasn't this year too. But, somehow last night I set the alarm for 4 am, instead of 6.30. And this morning, somehow I actually remembered why I set the alarm and plugged in the headset. For dinner on train. It meant buying toothpastes and splitting hairs on which clothes to take and which to leave behind. Mahalaya meant anticipation. It still does, but in a different way. Growing up in central Calcutta, I've never had any. Today, I listened...
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sed noli modo: Arse Poetica
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Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet (da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo) (Conf., VIII. vii (17) Augustine of Hippo. Tuesday, October 12, 2010. Are you dying, honey? You followed your plan,. Earned a little money,. And made sense of things. But, is it done? Has the path been run? What perilous wonders, what laistragonians you saw? The vacuum rings bells. While the cat licks its paw. The blue bird sings. The silence will thaw. In the beginning, there was a PPT. And, given my luck,.
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sed noli modo: February 2008
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Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet (da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo) (Conf., VIII. vii (17) Augustine of Hippo. Monday, February 25, 2008. Limeyrock, Limey rocks. The first thing I'll do to the thing is to rename it: Limeyrock. Sorry Shaurya, but, oh well, why bother. You don't even know that I've done this. After renaming, I'll offer a sample of a limeyrock, which is not close to limerick at all, just formless prose as I like it. A hint of the Absurd too:. This a repeat from...
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sed noli modo: May 2008
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Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet (da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo) (Conf., VIII. vii (17) Augustine of Hippo. Friday, May 23, 2008. When some people found him hanging in his cubicle, they asked, "What do you want? He said, "I want to die."). April has been a cruel month, breeding. Feedback out of dead appraisals, mixing. Memories of schedule variance with increment, stirring. Hopes of promotion and financial gain. Think how easy things can be: you won't need to defend a los...
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Seeker: Clueless ME!!
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007. Absolutely clueless about what am going through or rather what i intend to do. Planning n planning is all that has killed me. Coming to jotting those lines down i don't remember what i wanted to write up really. Writing kept me alive for quite some time but with the ongoing scenario i can't think of the activities that i should take up to keep it going. Spirits quite high up the elbow. Here I am screwing it up once again.better or for worse don't even ask me. Should catch up wi...
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Seeker: March 2007
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007. As my day rolls on today. It’s a dry and sulky morning when I am sitting on my desk and thinking what to do. Apparently there is no work and neither do I want some to pour in. This is something in life that I hate to do – give me anything else to do excepting work! As I try to weave some poetic lines, buttons and pop-ups come to my mind – Christ sake! I need a break! Can I really get the spirit back? Get back to you in a jiffy. Sunday, March 11, 2007. Sign in by 9:35…. Go ahead...
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Seeker: May 2007
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Sunday, May 13, 2007. Wild Strawberries for the Child. Wild strawberries plucked from the feather tree. The sailor blows a whisker from the ship sailing across the sea. He is coming your way with a lamp in his hand. Sail away on a stormy night holding him tightly. Meet the child waiting at the twilight zone of love. The stars shall twinkle in the sky. Just wait till you near the bend. Stare at the belt of orion for a little while. One look at the ring and you'll feel the touch from within. But the streng...
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Seeker: Tears in his eyes...
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Thursday, May 03, 2007. Tears in his eyes. I have seen the tears in his eyes. He is almost like a child who has lost the wings to fly. The lap that he misses at every moment is all that tears him wide apart. Is there something I can do to wipe away his pain? Perhaps yes, Perhaps not! I feel like a loner stranded amidst the dense cloud in the desert. Nothing seems to sway our mind along the distant frontiers. At times the sound of the dewdrops wake me up at the wee hour of the night. Tears in his eyes.
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Seeker: WeekLife....
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Sunday, March 11, 2007. Waking up at 7:45 perpetually everyday. Getting ready by 8:30…. Enjoying the first fag for the day between 8:40-8:45…. Taking the bus at 8:52…. Watch out the roads from 8:53 – 9:30…else wise drool for that span…. Sign in by 9:35…. Swipe at 9:36…. Walk to my desk…. Switch on the pc by 9:40…. Close all unused taskbar items…includes some stupid IBM crap, Quick Time Player, WinZip n the rest I don’t remember…. Shoot an sms by 9:50…. Go ahead for the second fag at 10:10…. Get down at P...
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Seeker: Walking down the isle of Grethia...
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Saturday, June 09, 2007. Walking down the isle of Grethia. A lonely traveler walking down the isle of Grethia…. With a stick in his hand, he heads through the dense forest…. A magnifying glass and a notebook is all that he has with him…. He has set sail on a journey to search for the eternal…. Years of drudgery has churned out all his spirit that drove him fast…. Without any hope within he walks past the grassy land to look out for her…. A distant light shows up from the middle of the rainforest…. I know...
