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Conversations: The other side of mom
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Of all the things unsaid. The other side of mom. Left): Ranju Bhatia;. Interviewing someone close to you is an experience on its own. I realised that last month when I interviewed my mom for a story. Mom is a Hindi writer. For a story on 'Is Hindi literature dying amongst the youth', my editor suggested we arrange a dialogue between her and a young author. Although a bilingual, the young writer chose to write in Hindi. Mom, Ranju Bhatia, released her second book Kuch Meri Kalam Se,. What do you think?
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Conversations: "How to be happy"
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Of all the things unsaid. How to be happy". I will be happy when.". My life will be sorted when.". Happiness is not a destination you are aiming to reach. (I know, we have heard the sentences so many times that our state of mind has now become immune to the statement.). The larger issue, I think, is that we have made ourselves believe that 'happiness' is an antonym to 'problems' in our life. It is not! Chocolates, beer, new dresses or iPad help, I admit. But only in temporarily clearing your head, pe...
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Conversations: A Jumbo Passion
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Of all the things unsaid. Enthusiastic, inspiring and adventurous, Prajna Chowta is one of the very few women mahouts in the world. Fighting resistant stereotypes with steely determination is not easy for anyone, least of all for a young. London-educated woman who is sure she wants to spend the rest of her life in forests, with elephants. Assam, Arunachal Pradesh and Myanmar, to find out the diff erent practices used by. Traditions connected to the animal. Going further back in time, Prajna talks of her ...
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Conversations: Winter Rains
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Of all the things unsaid. There is discomfort yet some peace,. Seeing the grey sky but dancing trees. Cozy indoors and wet, wet roads. Gloomy evenings, colourful clothes. Misty mornings, lazy days. Wicked and wise, winter rains. Wednesday, January 22, 2014. What do you think? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This blog is about experiences, moments and memories that make my life more than just ordinary. A dreamer and seeker, I believe in living every moment. There was an error in this gadget.
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Conversations: Metro Musings
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Of all the things unsaid. The second best thing that Delhi Metro authorities did, after creating the superb lifeline for all Dilliwallahs. 8220;I need space”. These are the ones sitting or standing quietly with their gazes fixed on you every time you look their way. Inside their heads, they are thinking: “ Iski dress meri dress se white kaise. They come in groups of at least five, carry big bags, and laugh and talk loud enough for everyone to know how much fun they had eating paranthas. It’s her fi...
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Conversations: Magic of Monsoon
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Of all the things unsaid. Thursday, July 25, 2013. What do you think? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This blog is about experiences, moments and memories that make my life more than just ordinary. A dreamer and seeker, I believe in living every moment. There was an error in this gadget. Let the reason be love. And heres another post on marriage. No fascination for this topic but cant help it - this is the wedding season. There are invite. How to be happy". The other side of mom.
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Conversations: Mystic Voice
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Of all the things unsaid. A fan of her songs and voice, an interview with her has made me admire her as a person as well. Haven't met a famous artists as humble as her. Pic Courtesy: Gagan Sharma. What is it in her voice and music that enthralls people all across the world? What is it that makes hundreds willing to wait for hours to hear her sing for a few minutes? The answers unfold in a freewheeling conversation with the doyen of Sufi music. These things do not matter when you are in love with Him)....
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Conversations: ...Let the reason be love
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Of all the things unsaid. Let the reason be love. And here's another post on marriage. No fascination for this topic but can't help it - this is the wedding season. There are invites, lots of them - from neighbours, friends, relatives etc etc for ring ceremony, wedding ceremony, after wedding ceremony etc etc. Pic: http:/ www.123rf.com. With every invite I get very curious about knowing the story behind "Will you marry me? Reproduce life just because you are bored of each other? That about explains the s...
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Conversations: Disenchanted lives
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Of all the things unsaid. Our phone buzzes with texts and whats app messages all day. Catching-up and how-are-you-calls far and few in between. When did we start getting lazy about relationships? We pay huge bills at restaurants knowing we are overpaying. But do not donate not believing if "it will reach the right place". When did we start misplacing our principles? We dream of exploring places and seeing people far off. Having no clue of who lives next door. We are aware and life goes on, we say. Wonder...
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Conversations: The Picture of You
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Of all the things unsaid. The Picture of You. The young sapling is now almost a tree;. White pages of the book are now yellow. The restaurant is no longer there and. They've stopped playing the song on radio. Time touched and changed everything,. But never his picture in my imagination. What if. I always wonder. I drive back into the past quite often,. To meet him and look at his sparkling eyes. I admire that loving ever-smiling face,. The brimming confidence and an achiever's pace. What do you think?
