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Not just jazz: January 2007
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Saturday, January 20, 2007. It's not fair. It never is. Had this same movie been made by anyone else he would have been on a pedestal. Unfortunately it is not. It is Mani ratnam. From some people you expect the world, because more often then not, they have delivered it. From a director who gave us Mouna ragam, Nayagan, Roja and Dil se. A Guru? Where is the attention to detail? Where is the boldness to say the things the way it is like Bombay? Posted by Swati @ 9:02 PM. View my complete profile.
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Not just jazz: February 2007
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Thursday, February 15, 2007. Every decision you make is a mistake. Happens to me every now and then. I decide to leave work at 5pm and when the clock strikes five, I change my mind. Why? I walk into a store to shop. I like couple of outfits and when its time to decide, I am not sure which one to pick. Why? All through the week I wait for the weekend to do things which I can't do over weekdays. Finally when the weekend arrives I do nothing. Why? Change is the only thing that is constant".
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Not just jazz: October 2006
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006. As I stumbled over an article I was reading today on the internet, I remembered having a conversation with my mother few years ago. Mom, isn't it sad that dad and you have spent all your life making our life better? In the whole process, where did all your individuality go? Where did all the things you wanted to do in life go? One of the biggest things we wanted to do in life is make your lives better. And that is exactly what we have done.". I don't think so. It is perfectly p...
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votre chérie: December 2005
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Monday, December 19, 2005. Girls have it better than boys. Girls are pure evil they have all the worst emotions like envy, distrust. So moody - they seem to have PMS all the time. Terrible with machines, engines and electronics. Girls are ready to cry at the drop of a hat. But I beg to differ. Girls definitely are better drivers. Why do you think the insurance rates for a woman driver are lower? And then there are some who think that. What do YOU say?
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votre chérie: November 2005
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Sunday, November 20, 2005. Here's what I have to do . . . . Flip open a dictionary and point to a word / get word of the day from dictionary.com. Type the word into google images. Pick an image that strikes you. Write a 10 line riff off the image. Use the word or the meaning at least once within the first 5 lines. Tag 3 other bloggers on your list. Ok, so I opened a latin to english dictionary and this is the word I found. They'll discover that I'm s...
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votre chérie: June 2006
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Thursday, June 15, 2006. My dear readers,. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate all your upbeat comments on my previous post about my orange paintings. Truth be told, you guys inspired me to paint some more and am back to showcase my paintings on my blog to my lovely readers. Senses deform, and spirit forms"*. As told by Braque about Cubism. Posted by chérie at 1:19 PM. 11 comments and wisecracks. This space is an assortment of arbitrary t...
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votre chérie: October 2005
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Thursday, October 20, 2005. In the meantime, Pooh bear experienced such intense emotions of love at her first sight of him that she nearly passed out. She wondered ‘is this real? When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. When she looked again into his eyes, she could see through it the love in his heart a lot like what she had in hers. She went on staring into his eyes but was actually talking to his heart. Posted by chérie at 7:38 PM. 12 Smel...
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Underground Aradhana: July 2006
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Monday, July 24, 2006. A Screen is a screen is a.what the heck? Just got back from an electronics store, and my jaw hurts. Yeah, after the drool-behave; impulse-resist; plastic itch-don’t scratch fest, I dragged myself home a tad sad, but not any poorer. O Ganga mayya! The TVs they manufacture now! NoGo on the latter, even ninjas couldn’t get past the man who slept with his eyes, mouth and ears open. So, getting Muked was the only way to cricket in colour. I did try to drop some hints by taking a...Anywa...
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Underground Aradhana: September 2006
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. Inspired by Driftwood's Sestina. I dabbled in some structured writing! Google or wiki Sestina to get an idea of what it isjust so you know how far I’ve wandered from sestining . My choice of "sentencenders" are:. What on earth was I thinking? I guess we’ll never know. Miss you Freud! Aite, read on. Mood lights, soft whisper, tender touch, make a wish. Your breath on my face, your hair in my eyes. Lead me on, turn me on, and lure me into your game. Cut to five years latergeez!
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Underground Aradhana: August 2006
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Monday, August 21, 2006. It’s loud, this hurried hearbeat. It’s different, with no walls. It’s strange, my own street I fail to recognize. It’s scary, these men I’ve never seen on my street. It’s unfamiliar, the look in your eyes. It’s unnerving, when you don’t answer me. It’s blood-curdling, your voice and stance. It’s dark, all of a sudden. It’s warm, when I rest on your bosom. It’s wet, as life flows out of you in a hurry. It’s silent, my last scream. Posted by M3 at 4:35 PM. Links to this post.
