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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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Honto- Donto and More: October 2007
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Honto- Donto and More. An attempt at children's literature. Wednesday, October 10, 2007. The fickle fool many ways bends. Wherever the arrow points he tends. Follows only success’ faint scent. Never knowing what his life meant. Usually always ends rotting in a well. Forever enchanted by a fickle spell. Now would you rather be such a fool. No man but only entertainments tool? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A fellow carbon based being who believes that the cup should always be filled but never to the brim.
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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...
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Honto- Donto and More: September 2006
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Honto- Donto and More. An attempt at children's literature. Saturday, September 30, 2006. Sound: Rustling of leaves. Honto comes out from behind the bushes. Honto: Tui kothaye geli re? Silence: Honto surveying the jungle around him, minus Donto. Silence: Crowing of crows and tired hooting of an owl who’s tired to stay awake in the morning hours of the day. The owl: Hoot hoot hoot…ki boka, toke dhorbe bhoot hoot. Sound (from the paper cutting): Khaire-mairi-tor-mundu-chairi. Captain Cook’s Fried Face.
