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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. Browsing All posts tagged under »TV«. Comedy Nights with Kapil – the laughing face of North Indian gender discrimination. March 20, 2014. The things we find funny or laugh at, often tell us more about who we are, then anything else. Watching TV while sitting with the family (parents, siblings et al) is not something I get to do very often. So i decided to make the most of it, and actually pay attention for a few […]. Bits and Pieces – I love stories.
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Mocha-ed Mumblings: September 2010
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Of Moony Moody Blues and suchlike. Sunday, September 26, 2010. Your fractured mind does not let you see the hole you are burning. And the way you disgrace yourself, is painful to watch. To what end. Does someone need to show you a mirror. so you see that your evening lies within you. But we brought ourselves up well. We develop new skin. Layer by layer. Each one tougher than the one before, you know how a wound heals don’t you. But we are finite. and the day that sympathy dies, you will go with it. And i...
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Mocha-ed Mumblings: Unexotic
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Of Moony Moody Blues and suchlike. Tuesday, July 2, 2013. My sleepy summer noons. Of restless texture,. All sweet smell and stinky taste,. Were hard to make. Just like fake perfect smiles. Ushered me into their old-wool hugs. Apply wax tinted lenses. To make it like Hollywood’s eternal,. Collective memory of nostalgia. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Write Badly Well :). My fave thenga thuruvi. Filthy, funny, flawed, gorgeous. Doing Jalsa Showing Jilpa. Chunky, the chocolate round. Its jump ship time.
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Mocha-ed Mumblings: January 2013
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Of Moony Moody Blues and suchlike. Monday, January 7, 2013. She asked her once. The girl shook her head a little too vigorously, trying to shake away a choke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ritualised expressions make her uncomfortable. Loud pecks on cheeks always make her look away. Shouldn't it it always be present in the unsaid? Sunday, January 6, 2013. Thoughts after having been called cruel. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Write Badly Well :). My fave thenga thuruvi. Filthy, funny, flawed, gorgeous.
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. Browsing All posts tagged under »adults«. A childish rant (or not, depending on which side of the fence you are on). March 11, 2014. How many times have you had ‘grow up’ thrown at you? If you are anything like me, the number would be pretty high. I was recently browsing the comments of various articles on The Guardian and Youtube and it seems to be an alarmingly common appeal in Western culture. I see it bandied about on […]. On Being Tamizh And A Penn.
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm | Between Two Sips
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. No time limit, but a steady reporting of progress – that is what this page is going to be about. Hardly anyone visits this blog thankfully, so it will be our little secret mostly, WordPress. Wrong word. Why a world that is consuming itself, continues to gorge. 8212;————————–. Week One – July. Cut to: Week 52 – July 2013. One Response “The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm” →. March 26, 2013.
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. Browsing All Posts filed under »Poem«. July 31, 2016. I remember looking into the mirror, Gazing at giant black-brown eyes With little flecks on them. My button nose came in the way as I leaned in And misted over all details. Without these fragile pieces of glass I wear everyday, I am but a blurred man In the mirror And without; And […]. Oh Fitzgerald, how I hate you. July 3, 2014. Displaced, or, On Reading Sacco. June 2, 2014. Jamshedpur, late 80’s.
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Oh Fitzgerald, how I hate you | Between Two Sips
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. Oh Fitzgerald, how I hate you. Posted on July 3, 2014. When the poems in your head don’t suffice. When you are left rummaging through. The detritus of those which mean nothing. Nothing at all to you:. The umbilical of the past, the metaphors of the blasted English language. The rapidly edited scenes of escape from. The black-and-white Western films. That mean Fatherhood…. The VHS tape scenes that smell of the static of freshly switched off CRTs. Notify me...
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. Browsing All posts tagged under »Poem«. Displaced, or, On Reading Sacco. June 2, 2014. A bedside mirror stood forlorn By the building entrance. The hot sun beat down And I was plunging into ice-cold Water, as I walked on. The pages turned themselves, As I flitted from ’38 To ’56: Gestapo to Israeli. There is an Eid, To remember Abraham’s sacrifice But where is the Book for this Age? January 2, 2013. February 17, 2012. February 14, 2012. In the spaces betw...
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Displaced, or, On Reading Sacco | Between Two Sips
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The trials and travails of an erstwhile bookworm. Displaced, or, On Reading Sacco. Posted on June 2, 2014. A bedside mirror stood forlorn. By the building entrance. The hot sun beat down. And I was plunging into ice-cold. Water, as I walked on. The pages turned themselves,. As I flitted from ’38. To ’56: Gestapo to Israeli. There is an Eid,. To remember Abraham’s sacrifice. But where is the Book for this Age? As we feed and grow,. On the wails of the greiving,. As we learn, like ants, to forget. Get ever...
