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Emerald Pond: December 2006
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006. The decision came all by itself. PM : We appreciate your depth of knowledge but I think there is a little more dedication needed to be put in this project, since its the crucial delivery period. (The "crucial delivery period" has been prolonging since the last few months.). PA: (Expected to say something, at least a lame excuse, but keeps mum.). PM : Ummmm. Is there something bothering you in your work. If there is, please discuss it with us, we can help you out. Plan K or B?
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Emerald Pond: July 2006
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Monday, July 24, 2006. The Monster of Rhymes II. I jump I fall. I'm scared, I drawl. I dream I doodle,. I like to eat cold noodle. I laugh I cry,. I also like fish-fry! I try too hard too much,. To think, to budge. I drink a glass of water and lime,. To make this stupid thing rhyme! Posted by emeraldpond at 10:26 PM. Wednesday, July 19, 2006. The Monster of Rhymes. Is it offensive to be defensive? I wonder when i'm pensive. Shrieking soul in mime. Pitter-patter clatter clatter,. With Eddie in Mind. This ...
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Emerald Pond: April 2006
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Thursday, April 06, 2006. Are the left-overs of right called wrong? How do you judge a random act? Through whose eyes should you see, the pre-meditated nothing-to-lose murderer's or his hapless corrupted narcissist chopped up victim's? In a world where the bittersweet fact slaps you right across your face and whispers in your ear, "There's nothing called charity in this life .", how can you possibly elect yourself in the board of jury? And very evidently, the supreme place of the Judge is already taken.
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Emerald Pond: August 2006
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Monday, August 28, 2006. The Last Episode: Episode II. Neurology Ward, Manipal Hospital: The sunlight made a crooked entry through the venetian blinds, seeping through the cold tinted glass of the 11th floor westward window. The hospital was a throbbing, palpitating, gasping, flat-lining city in itself. A city for the ailing and the recovering, a city of prayers and high hopes. If I press that buzzer the docs would come sweeping into the room. Then they would have to open up my skull and try to fix i...
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Emerald Pond: October 2006
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Monday, October 16, 2006. Plan K or B? Excerpts from the diary I found in the middle of nowhere, as if it has literally fallen from the sky. Plan A: Do Karwa Chauth. Plan B: The Mars Bars are always there in the fridge. My only fire-exit for the day: Sleep! As much as I can stretch it , as long as I can prolong it. Nothing else has been this effective in alleviating the pang of hunger, if you don’t count manic depression. Finally, evening and my dear husband(who’s been generous enough to fast with me, to...
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Emerald Pond: January 2007
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Monday, January 15, 2007. I am sure that the mail about this picture(and a few more in the series) has reached most of our mailboxes. And as is the trend now, any mail with even a mildly interesting fable will shuttle across the information highway till it reaches the point where we send it to trash at the look of its subject line. Now the first time I got the mail, it had more of a chronological labelling of the events(genuine or gyan. The passion called photography. Conclusion out of it? Chronological ...
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Emerald Pond: October 2005
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Sunday, October 30, 2005. The letters of the alphabets are always black. But the words they form are gray. The raindrops on the blotted paper inspires the ink to engage in a swirling dance of illegibility. Once what was mightier than a sword moulds away in the form of unbiased, harmless rivulets on the undulated terrain of the tainted page. Posted by emeraldpond at 8:25 PM. View my complete profile. Fractals - My Frame Works. Plan K or B? Return of the boy shaped Memory. The Last Episode: Episode II.
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Emerald Pond: June 2006
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Thursday, June 29, 2006. Lyrics that just refuse to leave my Head. Cause I am hanging on every word you say. And even if you don't want to speak tonight. That's alright, alright with me. . . . Cause I want nothing more than to sit. Outside your door and listen to you breathing. Is where I want to be. Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud. I come in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. Shelter from the Storm(Bob Dylan). And thus ...
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Emerald Pond: December 2005
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Thursday, December 22, 2005. Hovering around my murky attic. Obscured by granules of memoir. Withering lights still form shadows on the floor. Corporeal yet shrouded in disbelief. Anarchy in my dream rules supreme. Nascent fire surfaces from deep within. I see your forgotten face,burning bright in the sky. Posted by emeraldpond at 10:15 PM. View my complete profile. Fractals - My Frame Works. Plan K or B? Return of the boy shaped Memory. Lyrics that just refuse to leave my Head (And they.
