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Life is a diary, memories its pages: November 2009
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Wednesday, November 4, 2009. We are never fed up of reiterating the fact, most of the times just to assure ourselves, that we belong to a different brand of Homo sapiens. . We proudly call ourselves the children of the 21. Century. We mock at the beliefs of our parents and ridicule the thoughts of our grand parents. . But unknown to us, is a dormant giant of the 16. Century kids with 16. No head bath for the entire span of examinations (a couple of weeks at the mini...
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: October 2010
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Thursday, October 7, 2010. As a little kid, I always asked questions. That was my favorite pass time. From the milkman Rajanna at 6 in the morning (Why can’t milk be of my favorite sky blue color? 8220;Uncle, how does a train engine driver know the exact amount to turn the steering wheel? An inch extra more or less would mean disaster right? PS This is my 19. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Search is a Jack of all trades. It dont Matter no More.
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: September 2009
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Monday, September 7, 2009. Once upon a Childhood. Brushing time. Our principal madam applied paste on each of our brushes individually. Sounds simple right? Try doing that for a thousand people, at 5 in the morning, every day of the year, for 20 years. . The little naked queues that we used to stand in, just before we were about to be given bath by aayas (we used to call them ammas). Talk about Chaddi dosths, well we were chaddiless dosths. The combined prayers. W...
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: Within...
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Saturday, November 13, 2010. Talk about Hindutva and Spirituality and there is only one place that flashes at the speed of Rajnikanth in your mind. I spent all my life waiting for this moment and when the moment showed up, I converted it into an anticlimax. Or was it really an anticlimax. I opened my eyes slowly and breathed in the fresh air. I could feel Him. WITHIN. He is here. He is there. He is everywhere. In the depths of the sea and the heights of the mountain.
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: Gratitude Rhyme
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Friday, January 21, 2011. Tired and hungry on a hot summer day, at the centre of a crossroad I stood. Half dead, half alive, all that I craved for was a glass of water and a plate of food. At the far left, ‘PARADISE- The Heaven on Earth’ was what my tear-filled eyes read. As though in a dazed dream, to the entrance and into the crowd my feet were automatically led. Ignoring the door keeper’s robotic salute and tape-recorder voiced ‘Welcome Sir’,. My voice was so feeble.
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: December 2011
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Friday, December 16, 2011. Facts like shouting instead of speaking(owing to the sound quality) and typing dog in place of god (thanks to the invisible keypad) are conveniently ignored. So, to which category do you belong? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My life has been one great big story, a dance that's walked a song that's spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke when I think about myself. View my complete profile. Search is a Jack of all trades. It dont Matter no More.
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: November 2010
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Saturday, November 13, 2010. Talk about Hindutva and Spirituality and there is only one place that flashes at the speed of Rajnikanth in your mind. I spent all my life waiting for this moment and when the moment showed up, I converted it into an anticlimax. Or was it really an anticlimax. I opened my eyes slowly and breathed in the fresh air. I could feel Him. WITHIN. He is here. He is there. He is everywhere. In the depths of the sea and the heights of the mountain.
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: Summer Weddings.....
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Wednesday, June 9, 2010. This summer was no different. As always, I found myself at the center of a huge function hall observing everything around me. This is my observation book. Dont get me wrong. I know nothing about marriage and its implications. I am too young(not really) to comment about the intricacies of marriage. It is about weddings that I want to talk about. What is the difference? I again take my seat at a corner(near the air cooler) and cant but help over...
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Life is a diary, memories its pages: Doubting Thomas
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Life is a diary, memories its pages. Thursday, October 7, 2010. As a little kid, I always asked questions. That was my favorite pass time. From the milkman Rajanna at 6 in the morning (Why can’t milk be of my favorite sky blue color? 8220;Uncle, how does a train engine driver know the exact amount to turn the steering wheel? An inch extra more or less would mean disaster right? PS This is my 19. October 7, 2010 at 7:22 PM. Welcome to the world! Or as people of your breed would: say Hello world! October 8...
