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Tales of the Wanderlust: September 2012

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Sunday, September 30, 2012. It is overcast but it would never rain like the trepidation will go unspoken. Pieces of broken glass stick together like in one of those unbreakable glasses. I grind my teeth and try to scatter them but come back with bruised fingers. Its always about others. or for them, themselves. The best words are never said, they are the worst too. I walked miles only to discover that it was a circular path. Something is ...

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Tales of the Wanderlust: The drunkard’s babel

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Saturday, January 26, 2013. The drunkard’s babel. Don’t call me a drunkard; I drink to be honest. The world kills the candid men; you either lie or die. Spirits make us blurt out the harshest of the bitter truths. Hence listen, sober fools. Often the protagonist and the hero of a tale are different. The protagonist is destined to be, but to be a hero is a matter of choice. The protagonist was because the heroes rose. Madras to Montreal :).

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Tales of the Wanderlust: February 2012

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Monday, February 20, 2012. When will the mothership come? No not all,. Only those who can see things before they happen,. Only those whose hearts, souls and minds are open. Those of us who don't see numbers but value,. Those of us who talk with your inner you. Hear all indigo spirits,. If you feel your life is a Topsy-turvy Déjà Vu. If you feel that you are Winnie the pooh. If you speak fluently an unknown tongue. Hear those who yearn,.

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Tales of the Wanderlust: January 2013

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Saturday, January 26, 2013. The drunkard’s babel. Don’t call me a drunkard; I drink to be honest. The world kills the candid men; you either lie or die. Spirits make us blurt out the harshest of the bitter truths. Hence listen, sober fools. Often the protagonist and the hero of a tale are different. The protagonist is destined to be, but to be a hero is a matter of choice. The protagonist was because the heroes rose. Madras to Montreal :).

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Tales of the Wanderlust: November 2011

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Sunday, November 20, 2011. A pupa breaks its cocoon to emerge as a colourful flutter by. And the fog settles down as a thousand diamond dew drops. The water buffalo emerges from the swamp. With its back caked with the mud of past. And the drizzle caresses it to a sparkling grey. Every time you laugh,. One more layer of my heart unfurls. I no longer sleep like a foetus,. I sleep with my arms wide open. Waiting for you to run into my embrace.

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Tales of the Wanderlust: Gandhian Concept of Democracy in Power Distribution

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Friday, August 3, 2012. Gandhian Concept of Democracy in Power Distribution. The largest black out in human history, which India faced shall remain the largest for quite some time to come as it is quite impossible to replicate the same anywhere else, unless China also fails in an equal miserable way (the chances of which aren’t remote as China’s demand for power is also more that its capacity to generate). 4) To add to these smaller proje...

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Tales of the Wanderlust: July 2012

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Wednesday, July 25, 2012. This is where the mankind will return to. Over vice brutality and treachery. Over exploitation, destruction and treachery. To tide over disasters and diseases. To tide over penury and prejudice. To tide over oppression and depression. Beaming smiles, Radiant faces. Thoughtful eyes and able bodies. Unbreakable spirit to keep fighting. The internal and external enemies. One finds all of these here – Africa,. SPJain...

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Tales of the Wanderlust: Last Drop

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Sunday, September 30, 2012. It is overcast but it would never rain like the trepidation will go unspoken. Pieces of broken glass stick together like in one of those unbreakable glasses. I grind my teeth and try to scatter them but come back with bruised fingers. Its always about others. or for them, themselves. The best words are never said, they are the worst too. I walked miles only to discover that it was a circular path. Something is ...

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Tales of the Wanderlust: June 2014

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Tuesday, June 17, 2014. Something is pulling my soul from me. Like how my amma pulls a small ball of dough from a bigger one,. Like how the earth was pulled from the sun,. Or the moon was pulled from the earth. Every night, the sky searches for me, to whisper a thrilling plan. If only, I come out of my house. Millions of rain drops wait to fall on my cheeks,. If only, I peep out of my umbrella. Thousand blades of grass wait to kiss my feet.

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Tales of the Wanderlust: Bubble wrap dreams!

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Tales of the Wanderlust. Tales from far flung regions of my world. Monday, June 3, 2013. The colours on the canvas fade slowly. As the winds of life erode the surface. Of my our imaginary worlds. Those worlds that are made and destroyed. By wills and fancies – ironically not mine! For solace we can fall back on Karma,. Honestly where will civilizations be. If not for these philosophies? Well, for some, dreams are like bubble wrap,. Meant less for nurturing, more for bursting. View my complete profile.