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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: From a High Roof
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Saturday, April 4, 2015. From a High Roof. On a high roof. There's nothing to look up to. And you can live. And you can die. And the rats won't bother. And the history of the universe won't matter. The ways and means are all the same. But the ladders are all broken. And the bulldogs are all dead. And the sparrows are all Philomela. On a high roof. We won't fight for land and bread. We will look at the stars and tell ourselves that the war is over. And that it's never over.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Do Nambari Confessional
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Thursday, March 12, 2015. You had tiny hands. And your ankles were beautiful. I don’t remember much. And we were saving the magic like we still do. And the universe was very big like it still is. And there were and there still are big people. Who sell love for security and intellect for cynicism. And the last time I saw you you were fighting them. And the last time I heard from you you were fighting them. Seeing and hearing have become beautiful ever since –. But that your hand...
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Tuesday, April 21, 2015. How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur. A li'l bit of anarchy:. Then came the 13th century. A period of anarchy, one demarcated as the 'Dark Ages' of Bengali Literature by all the Hindu Indian Nationalist Bengali post-partition scholars from West Bengal. Established scholars from East Pakistan like Mohd. Shahidulla had chosen to maintain stoic objectivity. The plaintiff is from Jajpur, Sol Shah’s family has read the Vedas. He asks, why this tax?
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: you are always beautiful
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. You are always beautiful. You are always beautiful. And little birds wake up and sing to your fruits on blue mornings like these which are like the Blue Danube. I've never been to Danube. But i've seen blue lakes and wild mountain-springs. I have jumped in some of them, and i have stared at broken sunsets on big wild rivers. It doesn't matter whether it returned or not. And it doesn't matter where and how the wheel turned and where and how wheels turn.
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The Perverted Fear of Silence: May 2010
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The Perverted Fear of Silence. Ah, mon cher, we are odd, wretched creatures, and if we merely look back over our lives, there's no lack of occasions to amaze and horrify ourselves. Albert Camus as Jean-Baptiste Clamence, 'The Fall'. Saturday, May 29, 2010. I think it is time to take stock of my life over the last few months. I think I've been slowing down a lot in the recent past. Getting sluggish. Getting complacent. I have been complacent. and I need to remedy that. but how? What's one to do? It's not ...
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The Perverted Fear of Silence: In which the writer begins to realise what a web-log's primary purpose is
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The Perverted Fear of Silence. Ah, mon cher, we are odd, wretched creatures, and if we merely look back over our lives, there's no lack of occasions to amaze and horrify ourselves. Albert Camus as Jean-Baptiste Clamence, 'The Fall'. Wednesday, June 2, 2010. In which the writer begins to realise what a web-log's primary purpose is. 1:53 AM. I begin writing this post.-. Just got off the phone. The other end of the line was sleepy. Fair enough. So I said "Goodnight! Oh, it rained today. 12:24 AM by my e...
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The Perverted Fear of Silence: on the streets of Paharganj
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The Perverted Fear of Silence. Ah, mon cher, we are odd, wretched creatures, and if we merely look back over our lives, there's no lack of occasions to amaze and horrify ourselves. Albert Camus as Jean-Baptiste Clamence, 'The Fall'. Tuesday, June 1, 2010. On the streets of Paharganj. In delhi big beast. Of a dirty dusty. You will be welcome. With dope and cheap clothes. For dollars and your. There is ice cream and. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lost and Found Dept. Photo of the Day at JEEVIKA.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Song For Nathaniel Halhed
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Friday, April 24, 2015. Song For Nathaniel Halhed. I sing for you. The sun is true and the moon is blue. Your ghost flies from Portugal. And sails straight to Bally Khal. Yours be the ship, admiral. Shagor awthoi, TalmaTal. Ratri awthoi, TalmaTal. Yours be the oar and yours be the hull. Your grammar book is the greatest thing. Since Icarus and his wing. Firang nam upkar arth. Mirth takes birth on worthy earth! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Datta Dayadhvam. Damyata.
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: ‘That Boy’ a short story by Sandipan Chattopadhyay (1933-2005)
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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Sunday, April 26, 2015. 8216;That Boy’ a short story by Sandipan Chattopadhyay (1933-2005). Hey, do you have parents? What do you do? How much do you get every day? 20 paisa. 30 paisa. What do you yeat? How much did you make today? I haven’t begged today. Didn’t feel like. Nice shirt. Chains and all! Did you buy it? Did anyone give it? Where did you get it from? Saw your mom die? Where did she die? What was her name? Ever seen your dad? Mom told his name? What’s your age? Tihuv...
