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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: February 2008
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Friday, February 08, 2008. TO THE ANGEL ABOARD 11E…. I see you every morning as I board the bus, 11E. Your eyes, your expressive eyes, caught my attention the first time. Your ethereal fingers danced in the air when you asked me to move aside amidst the jostling crowd and the roar of the bus. You were at once to me, my angel. And how you prattle away, so animatedly! Does your teacher in school reprimand you for being so ‘talkative’? Posted by The Silent Waffler. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Why sportsmen'...
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: WE COULD ALWAYS BEGIN AGAIN...
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Monday, March 16, 2009. WE COULD ALWAYS BEGIN AGAIN. Since morning, I've been thinking of my lecturer, Hema, in college where I pursued my under-graduation. She would teach us Mathematics - orally! Writing on the blackboard, according to her, was one big waste of time! And today, if she ever saw me ambling about - and strolling through my life - those would probably be the most blasphemous things ever. I can almost hear her say, "Wasting time like this? Wasting life like this? One thing remains intact fr...
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS. There was something deeply bothering me. Images were being scanned in my mind. Of those, one stood out. An artisan working on the Alhambra. This appeared in a television programme and the image was a reconstruction of how workers went about building this exotic palace. We had something in common. Time. Since morning, I've been reading on time warp and the slowing down of time. Extremely fascinating stuff. But, for now, let me just say that though t...Full-...
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: July 2009
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Friday, July 10, 2009. Guys, I have been wanting to do this - close down the blog - for a long, long time now. Writing does not enthuse me any more. It's more of an ordeal. Words are never really forming in my head and even if they do, I have lost the ability to pen down. Writer's shock. I am not gone from cyberland, though! Will read your blogs. Thanks. Take care and good luck. Posted by The Silent Waffler. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A travel blog of an Indian Backpacker.
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: December 2008
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Thursday, December 25, 2008. UTTARAKHAND - A (C)HILLY PARADISE - PART I - DELHI TO KATHGODAM. DANCE OF THE STARS. Everything was in place. Tickets - booked. Food and lodging - checked. Thermals - packed. Accessories - stuffed. Three cameras - loaded. Spirits - charged. After all, it is not everyday that you'd plan a trip to Uttaranchal from a city down South! The train chugged along and we had seven hours to spend. The dance of the stars - captured! With the cold numbing our bodies, we alighted from the ...
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: July 2008
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Monday, July 21, 2008. Posted by The Silent Waffler. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Full-time mom, part-time student of Astronomy, any time Agony Aunt, some time blogger, at times tweeter, all-the-time thinker and in-no-time whiner. I am happy when I write. Happier when it makes sense and happiest when it is all nonsense. View my complete profile. A travel blog of an Indian Backpacker. In Lord Krishna’s footsteps in Dwarka and Somnath. Battle with the body - III. ReelTreat - Books, Music and Movies.
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: November 2008
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Friday, November 28, 2008. My eyes - droopy. Like my limp mind. I scribble a story. Words - Cacophony - Dissonance. My feelings - yellow. Jaundiced, I lisp. A pleasure so vacuous. A flight so faithless. Subsist - I don't. For numeral, I am not. No word or story. PS - As usual, just an outburst. Written for not even me to comprehend. Prospective employer (wherever you are), please ignore this post :) Thank you. Posted by The Silent Waffler. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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! ! ! Gargling Garbage ! ! !: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009. A thought crossed my mind today. If, you were lying on your deathbed and before closing your eyes, you could see just one image of the past in your mind, what would that be? Would it be your most depressed moment? An image of your family or friends? Something, more like, out of an old sepia-tinted photograph? While questions linger, and as I ponder over them, I'm drawn to the word - Happiest. Prejudice? If it has not come my way, then would I recognise it when it does? Else the...
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The road less travelled: February 2014
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The road less travelled. Even fleeting thoughts are worth remembering! Saturday, February 22, 2014. All over the world people are in an uproar, whatsapp is down. Is it a Zuckerberg conspiracy or just plain coincidence? I for my part, don't really mind. We exchanged notes and letters, had a real conversation with each other. Just the other day I peed my pants upon h(over)hearing three senior citizens; Senior number one: "Hey Peter why did you not respond to my Whatsapp, I asked how Bert was doing? Get dow...
