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La vita e bella: Letting go...
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Thursday, March 17, 2011. And at such a moment, these thoughts do cross my mind—what did I leave behind? What did I lose? The solid ground, the air that brings life, the warmth of the sun, the voices of people. I realize now that they were all illusions, a fault of perception. There is only the great void and me to fill it up. IT,S THE CHICKEN SOUP FOR VEGETARIANS LIKE ME.IT WAS JUST AWSOME.I LIKED IT VERY MUCH. March 17, 2011 at 4:23 PM.
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La vita e bella: Walk down the memory lane
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Monday, March 14, 2011. Walk down the memory lane. Here's some more rambling from old days. The journey down the memory lane is proving to be quite revealing. Here's a diary entry I made long back. Hope my Blog Readers will enjoy this short trip.]. Wednesday, 05 November 2008, 2:53:30 AM:. Such good old days! Where have they gone? How quickly have three years passed! What if I wake up old and regret that I have never lived? And now I am redu...
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La vita e bella: March 2011
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Thursday, March 17, 2011. And at such a moment, these thoughts do cross my mind—what did I leave behind? What did I lose? The solid ground, the air that brings life, the warmth of the sun, the voices of people. I realize now that they were all illusions, a fault of perception. There is only the great void and me to fill it up. Monday, March 14, 2011. Walk down the memory lane. Wednesday, 05 November 2008, 2:53:30 AM:. Such good old days!
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La vita e bella: December 2007
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Wednesday, December 12, 2007. Why am I writing this blog? Dear My Blog Reader,. I am writing this post as a reply to a comment posted by one of my good friends, Debotosh Poddar, on ‘La vita e bella’. His comment was thus:. But then happiness must surely exist in life. May be we are only trying so get hold of its shadow and hence we are never really finding it.”. I could have replied in the comments section but this is a better path…. Will yo...
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La vita e bella: A Walk To Remember
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Thursday, January 8, 2009. A Walk To Remember. My mind was filled with melancholy. I was too distraught to sleep. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I felt the burden of loneliness crushing upon me, for the first time in my life. It was a strange night. The night spoke in my ears about how I have chosen to lose all that was special to me, all that I held dear. And if I don’t do this today, I will never be able to do it. This was something new ...
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La vita e bella: March 2008
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Thursday, March 13, 2008. Dear My Blog Readers,. The shalik landed gracefully among the fallen leaves and stood still for a while. And then it turned towards me and I towards it. And we looked at each other, transfixed. And then I said to my love, ‘Look, sweat heart. That is the most amazing bird I have ever seen…’. And she asked, ‘Why do you say so? And I answered, ‘Look at it carefully and you shall know.’. Was it taking rest? It pecked on...
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La vita e bella: There is no pain
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Monday, March 14, 2011. There is no pain. I wrote this piece a while ago, a year ago actually. I accidentally found it while browsing through old files. So here's to my blog reader.]. There is no emotion, there is peace. And I thought—. And if we are lucky, we ask ourselves, to the open air, the universe—shall I ever find peace? More importantly, how often have we thought—what shall we achieve at the end of it? March 14, 2011 at 3:03 PM.
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La vita e bella: A moment of darkness
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Sunday, January 22, 2012. A moment of darkness. Did someone move in my room? I say to myself that it is only the result of fear of darkness mingled with irrational paranoia. But this moment, this long stretch of darkness is true. It takes a while before my eyes get adjusted to the dark. It is then that I realize that it was not dark here. I was too blind to see the light. And more than that it was True. But then this is the life! I want to g...
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La vita e bella: The Kids
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Tuesday, January 13, 2009. The yellow ambassador was cruising peacefully through the newly reconstructed road, from Mejia to Durgapur. I was sitting in the back seat with a co-passenger. The passenger in the front seat was chatting animatedly with the driver. I was comfortably daydreaming. The day was unusually hot, aiding my daydreaming, even though the occasional jerks woke me up to the present circumstances. Run the car over me! He looked...
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La vita e bella: January 2009
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La vita e bella. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Tuesday, January 13, 2009. The yellow ambassador was cruising peacefully through the newly reconstructed road, from Mejia to Durgapur. I was sitting in the back seat with a co-passenger. The passenger in the front seat was chatting animatedly with the driver. I was comfortably daydreaming. The day was unusually hot, aiding my daydreaming, even though the occasional jerks woke me up to the present circumstances. Run the car over me! He looked...
