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Myriad Hues: Remembering Rahul.
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Friday, March 9, 2012. Being upstaged all through out your career by your teammates cant have been a very pleasant feeling, especially in a country like India where public memory lasts a little more than 3 days. Let it be Taunton 1999, Kolkata 2001, Hyderabad 2000. Not letting this affect him and almost enjoying working away arduously in the background is an indicator of his character and self belief, an important victory that he achieved against himself. Part of loving Dravid was for the real element...
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Myriad Hues: Love and Beyond!
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010. As his languid gait took him along. Through a familiar street in town,. He braced himself for what lay ahead,. Yet couldnt help his frown. The women, staring from windows and doorsteps,. Curiosity their common trait,. Some withdrew, while some sympathized,. And the men looked inanimate. And so as he walked past them,. Reminded of a different time,. Those looks of silent understanding,. Had put his thoughts on rewind. He was not much older than twenty one,. That she would see no...
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Myriad Hues: August 2011
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Monday, August 15, 2011. It is not just the GDP that has changed over the years, but also a large part of India's character. The narrow minded, illiberal, savings oriented Indian made way for the risk-taking, entrepreneurial Indian, who dared to dream big and reach for more. Somewhere along the line, Indians in all fields began to lose their inferiority complex and prepared themselves to stand toe to toe with the world. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Places you can find me! View my complete profile.
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Myriad Hues: April 2011
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Thursday, April 21, 2011. Black, White and Gray. Standing in the field, under the merciless sun,. From the far right, I see them come as one. Dressed in black silk, masked and armed,. Straddled on mighty elephants, the enemies of calm. Then I see before me, and a little behind. I hear their voices and I see them in my mind. The eyes of the faceless, making their plea,. The limbs of the bound, waiting to flee. Then far ahead in the distance, I see specks of white,. Fuelled by power and blinded by greed,.
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Myriad Hues: So Much More!
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Friday, January 23, 2009. So much there is to learn,. If you properly look around,. A reel, a song, a sunrise,. A love waiting to be found. So much there is to dream,. Let your visions to the fore. They are all what we have,. Keep knocking on the door. So much there is to know,. From the glory in which we bask,. From the vicious cycle of doom,. If yourself you are ready to ask. So much there is to love,. If you can tell a broken heart,. A troubled mind, a sullen face,. If you know just where to start.
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Myriad Hues: Black, White and Gray.
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Thursday, April 21, 2011. Black, White and Gray. Standing in the field, under the merciless sun,. From the far right, I see them come as one. Dressed in black silk, masked and armed,. Straddled on mighty elephants, the enemies of calm. Then I see before me, and a little behind. I hear their voices and I see them in my mind. The eyes of the faceless, making their plea,. The limbs of the bound, waiting to flee. Then far ahead in the distance, I see specks of white,. Fuelled by power and blinded by greed,.
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Myriad Hues: January 2009
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Friday, January 23, 2009. So much there is to learn,. If you properly look around,. A reel, a song, a sunrise,. A love waiting to be found. So much there is to dream,. Let your visions to the fore. They are all what we have,. Keep knocking on the door. So much there is to know,. From the glory in which we bask,. From the vicious cycle of doom,. If yourself you are ready to ask. So much there is to love,. If you can tell a broken heart,. A troubled mind, a sullen face,. If you know just where to start.
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Myriad Hues: A New Day Has Come.
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Thursday, March 15, 2012. A New Day Has Come. A New Day Has Come. You wake up, grumbling softly, climbing out of bed,. Too early, you realise, the night is far from dead. You look out your window, linger there awhile,. As your thoughts wander, into an infinite space. The colorless night, slowly drifting away,. As you begin to revisit, a familiar place. Your spirit unwilling, and heart too heavy,. As the troubles of yesterday you remember. Even as the first rays of light, the chirping of birds,. I was thi...
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Myriad Hues: January 2007
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007. I woke up this morning,deciding I wont fret,. But am left with nothing else to do,by the time the sun has set. And no more does my heart,skip and smile with glee,. I couldn't have been more relieved that the day is behind me. Projecting a reassuring self on the outside,. Only I feel the storm and the swelling tide. I wish I could mask myself forever,. Too many bruises and scars to cover. Reality was beautiful,now its a harsh place,. Life is fickle.and life is but a ride,. I jus...
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Myriad Hues: August 2012
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012. They were both heavy footed,. With a lot on their mind. Staying with the grind. Unyielding, unflinching,. They walk on through. Slackening, then slow,. As their burden grew. They kept up their pretense,. Not a trace of trouble shown. Offering to help,. But one's weight was their own. With the end finally in sight,. They march on,. The long last mile now conquered,. Emanate cries of holy mother. Their job now done, the labour-men,. Embrace like long forgotten friends.
