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DIAMONDS AND RUST: June 2010
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Thursday, June 3, 2010. It is midnight and I'm here, perched on my chair. I have just finished painting my nails with considerable degree of difficulty. I was never very good at it and never did show much improvement either. I'm trying to keep my toes as far away from one another to prevent further damage. But I like looking down on my painted toe-nails, in its restrained vibrancy of mute silver. I just finished watching Up in the Air. It does paint with beautiful poignancy certain facts of life. I do wh...
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DIAMONDS AND RUST: June 2012
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Sunday, June 17, 2012. There was a place I did not call home,. Where with masks on and swords drawn people did roam,. Where living was an acclivity,. A fight to preserve sanity. And the eyes did search for the green,green grass home. Yet this brokedown palace. Became my saviour of last resorts. The sky was mine,the trees too,. The roads and faces I belonged to,. For I no longer needed a mirror to find myself there. As I came back to my roots,. Yet a part of me it did uproot. Your branches expand,.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: From a High Roof
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Saturday, April 4, 2015. From a High Roof. On a high roof. There's nothing to look up to. And you can live. And you can die. And the rats won't bother. And the history of the universe won't matter. The ways and means are all the same. But the ladders are all broken. And the bulldogs are all dead. And the sparrows are all Philomela. On a high roof. We won't fight for land and bread. We will look at the stars and tell ourselves that the war is over. And that it's never over.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Do Nambari Confessional
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Thursday, March 12, 2015. You had tiny hands. And your ankles were beautiful. I don’t remember much. And we were saving the magic like we still do. And the universe was very big like it still is. And there were and there still are big people. Who sell love for security and intellect for cynicism. And the last time I saw you you were fighting them. And the last time I heard from you you were fighting them. Seeing and hearing have become beautiful ever since –. But that your hand...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Tuesday, April 21, 2015. How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur. A li'l bit of anarchy:. Then came the 13th century. A period of anarchy, one demarcated as the 'Dark Ages' of Bengali Literature by all the Hindu Indian Nationalist Bengali post-partition scholars from West Bengal. Established scholars from East Pakistan like Mohd. Shahidulla had chosen to maintain stoic objectivity. The plaintiff is from Jajpur, Sol Shah’s family has read the Vedas. He asks, why this tax?
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Carvaan: Is Independence Day Just A Holiday?
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Politics. Culture. Dissent. Wednesday, 10 August 2011. Is Independence Day Just A Holiday? Two years ago, on a wet and gloomy morning, I woke up to the sight of a. For seventeen years, I had witnessed Independence Day come and go behind closed doors back in my hometown of Shillong. Terrorist groups, falling over each other to proclaim their anti-India stand, made sure that the average Northeasterner enjoyed a cosy day at home, come every 15. I would argue, no. It is true that 15. Posted by Waled Aadnan.
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Carvaan: A Rickshaw wallah's Tirade
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Politics. Culture. Dissent. Saturday, 12 November 2011. A Rickshaw wallah's Tirade. 8220;Amar naam Chatterjee! 8221; (My name is Chatterjee! Sounds like a proclamation from a fiery leader of the masses at a public rally. Much less, one from a rickshaw wallah plying his trade in the dusty bylanes of North Calcutta and addressed to no one in particular. What is the point of protesting about that in an insignificant meeting of rickshaw wallahs’ union, he asked? They went to the vishwa. Shop we were passing.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: you are always beautiful
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. You are always beautiful. You are always beautiful. And little birds wake up and sing to your fruits on blue mornings like these which are like the Blue Danube. I've never been to Danube. But i've seen blue lakes and wild mountain-springs. I have jumped in some of them, and i have stared at broken sunsets on big wild rivers. It doesn't matter whether it returned or not. And it doesn't matter where and how the wheel turned and where and how wheels turn.
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