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Musings: November 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 15 November, 2014. On routes, roots and bridges. Fall colours are essential. As are yellow leaves ( fallen into the sere. Drifting lazily down just outside the window. A carpet of gold outside the door, not yet trodden into a sodden mass of mulch. Hot coffee on cold nights, when you look up to see the icy fires of the stars pricking the firmament. And naturally Thus Spake Zarathrustra. What made the d...
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Musings: with a little help from my friends
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 21 December, 2014. With a little help from my friends. I traveled to New York last year for Christmas. Spent it with some very old friends. And a schoolboy's cavalier little promise of meeting in the Big Apple. Was made to happen. But that trip is for next week. For the here and now:. But this year, it would be the friends. Growing into a tradition swiftly, one hopes. And long, long talks over...We sa...
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Musings: August 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 07 August, 2014. So we all wanted to live our lives out like in the movies. Or books. Or like one of those existential-crisis kind of plays. With a therapist in the plot. You get the point. There's supposed to be high drama, unrequited non-endings, laconic one-liners etc. And I'll be damned if I ever grow out of it! So what do you do? Left behind as always are the casualties. Guilt-trips for when ...
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Musings: Musings on homecomings
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 23 February, 2015. I have not yet decided when to go home this year. Which makes me think of what life is going to be like - a sense of acceptance of gradually being a stranger in one's own city. Hometowns, like much of life, moves on. The roads where one played on bandh. Days, the maidans. One they have to be extra-nice to because of . just because he comes so very seldom. It makes you wonder, I supp...
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Musings: February 2015
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 23 February, 2015. I have not yet decided when to go home this year. Which makes me think of what life is going to be like - a sense of acceptance of gradually being a stranger in one's own city. Hometowns, like much of life, moves on. The roads where one played on bandh. Days, the maidans. One they have to be extra-nice to because of . just because he comes so very seldom. It makes you wonder, I supp...
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Musings: August 2015
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 07 August, 2015. It was June or July in Calcutta. 2008. I think a part of me still walks around Camac Street in the sweltering heat of a tropical summer, talking glibly of Geurnica, Guevara and Gandalf. It was a time of peace, of dregs of schoolboy humour and many farewells. Why that American poet? The sun was scorching outside, and the stark blinding light through the shop windows cast refraction sha...
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Musings: May 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 07 May, 2014. When we counted time in days. Never realized when we started counting time in years rather than in days. When we counted on weekends to meet, rather than any given day. A part of me is apprehensive of returning home. Home, you see, is both somewhere and some- "when.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Uarr; Grab this Headline Animator. All of us fi...
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Musings: October 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 19 October, 2014. Hankering for Edgar Allan Poe. A sudden desire to re-read Edgar Allan Poe. Specifically the Fall of the House of Usher. And another, I think it was called The Red Death. Wanting to read that specific book. Or a print of that very edition. Those are so very rare to come across these days. Modern books look so cheap and are so godawfully expensive! Links to this post. 11 October, 2014.
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Musings: Leaves of grass
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 07 August, 2015. It was June or July in Calcutta. 2008. I think a part of me still walks around Camac Street in the sweltering heat of a tropical summer, talking glibly of Geurnica, Guevara and Gandalf. It was a time of peace, of dregs of schoolboy humour and many farewells. Why that American poet? The sun was scorching outside, and the stark blinding light through the shop windows cast refraction sha...
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Musings: April 2014
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Et cetera, et cetera.Haven for half-formed thoughts and misinformed ideas. Oh, and well-formed cynicism. 19 April, 2014. Balance as an aesthete. There's crisp April sunshine, the happy tiredness after a morning run (get back in shape, you ain't the age to be geriatric! And calls home to family. It's weird the way it's dark back home now. And yes, tickets. Tickets for home. Trying out long distance just reinforced the fact to me: I can be as into something as the next guy, but only in short intervals....
