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Chintans Musings: April 2007
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007. I'll miss you, Scholars Avenue. Today, as I walked with Buzz (Basant, my fellow Executive Editor) on the Scholars' Avenue, with a couple of Scholars' Avenues in my hand (pun intended), there was this excitement juxtaposed with a sense of longing. Damn! This is it - I won't be able to do this any more. I'll miss interviewing the bigwigs coming to campus. I'll miss interviewing the mavericks and achievers inside campus. I'll miss the two-hour chats with Sunny on "Lets make things b...
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Chintans Musings: The End of an Era
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Monday, December 12, 2011. The End of an Era. It seems like just yesterday when he moved into the house, and knowing that I was preparing for my prelims, cooked me dinner and came invitingly into my room with a plate in one hand and an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. "Yeh lo, khaao! You've got to excuse me for getting emotional. Here's raising a toast to the quickest guy that I know - Sriramkumar Venugopalan. A CEO coming to a company near you. Posted by Chintan @ 11:49 PM. View my complete profile.
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Chintans Musings: May 2008
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Saturday, May 10, 2008. Yes, its a beautiful day. On a warm Saturday evening,. When the sun is not yet down. When the leaves babble in the wind. When the Golden Gate glisters across the horizon. When the Bay beams in joy. There's someone, stashed in a cubicle. The sun teases to draw you outside. The leaves cackle in hope for distraction. The Golden Gate glitters but is not gold. The Bay can't wash away the miseries. True happiness lies at the desktop. Or so the mind says. Some day I'll beckon the sun.
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Chintans Musings: September 2006
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Friday, September 15, 2006. S I D S E T H @ S T A N F O R D . E D U. Sid was this verbose fellow even during the JEE days, when I first met him at a lecture. I thought someone would be really dumb to be an optimist and pay 15 grand for a crash course, after clearing the Screening with a huge 4-figure rank from Nasik, where IIT-JEE was probably just as unheard as feminism is in Afghanistan. Well, what do you know? I spot him during Counselling! At Puri beach, Yuva and Lakshya at Bangalore, the ship-ride a...
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Chintans Musings: What do I gift you?
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011. What do I gift you? If I were to gift you my love. I would gloss over the roses, the orchids and the daisies. And toss the teddy's, the fragrances and the draperies. If I were to gift you a part of me. I would gift you my wings. To fly higher than I may dare see. I would gift you my time. To explore the underworld and the divine. I would gift you my eyes. To perceive your own beauty. And watch out for the unwanted surprise. I would gift you my rhymes. Posted by Chintan @ 1:58 PM.
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Chintans Musings: Pull me close, my dear
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Monday, February 14, 2011. Pull me close, my dear. This stillness has become music to my ears. Notes that only I claim to hear. Should I be enticed by my solitude again. Please pull me close, my dear. My world exists in the spoken delirium. And silence quivers like leaves in the fall. Should I fail to read the farthest corners of your mind,. I pray your eyes do beckon the call. The wanderer within grows restless. And eggs on the feet to shuffle. Should I try to disentangle myself from you. A week in the ...
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Chintans Musings: Shaayar ya shaayari?
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Monday, September 26, 2011. Alys Faiz, the wife of the legendary Urdu poet, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, was once asked,. Kya aap unki shaayari samajh leti hain? Shaayari bhale hi na sahi, main shaayar ko jaroor samajh leti hoon.". Posted by Chintan @ 9:33 AM. Berkeley, California, United States. Chintan' means 'thinking' in Sanskrit, and thats what you'll probably find me doing most of the time. View my complete profile. 17 times 5 equals what? What do I gift you? Pull me close, my dear. De Young and the Restless.
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Chintans Musings: February 2008
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Thursday, February 07, 2008. When was the last time you felt insignificant? When was the last time you were no more than a drop in the ocean? Little drops make an ocean. Yawn - they teach that to gullible kids in school. The butterfly shows off the flower as his prized possession. The flower is just another rose in the garden. The garden only stands at the edge of a behemoth city. The city teems with life, yet just a meek whisper on the face of the growling earth. Who are you trying to prove a point to?
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Chintans Musings: May 2007
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Wednesday, May 09, 2007. Bliss is a dinner at Punjabi Dhaba, with an open-air ambience, replete with Lassi at GolB, and a cycle-rickshaw trip back to the Insti. Bliss is Dal Butter Fry at Billoos, with Gariba's karaari rotis, Amul Masti for dessert, followed by a 3-hour sleep in the solace of your soft bed. Bliss is climbing down at Bombay from Gitanjali Express, hugging Mum and Dad, taking a warm shower at home, and relishing dhokla while speaking to Parth on the phone. Bliss is the last ETMS show in th...
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Chintans Musings: Why sleep?
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Thursday, February 17, 2011. You sleep too little. You say it wears you out. I say it wears me out. And I snooze some more. You sleep too much. You say it scares you out. I say it scares me out. And I pry my eyes some more. But what if you sleep too little. You say it wears you out. I say it burns me out. Burns out the sugar that coated my walls. Until I see crisp the burning fire. Fire in the belly, firing on all cylinders. Why bother to sleep - I'm getting no younger. Posted by Chintan @ 11:01 PM.
