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Zeitgeist: February 2010
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Sunday, February 21, 2010. I was wondering when was the last time I wrote a real letter to someone, with a real pen and ink. The days seem almost hazy, I remember furiously scribbling down the last letter in my English Language exam addressed to God knows whom. Ah, and yes, I almost forgot those four years at Engineering College were spent in the drudgery of University examinations, scribbling for grades twice a year. Maybe evolution is playing with me, kicking up my primal urge of self-reliance. I d...
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Zeitgeist: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010. I woke up really early today to catch that extremely early train they call The Taj Express. I was going to Agra to get some work done and I was a little nostalgic and excited to be back after four long years. I kept peering out of the window and wondering if everything was still the same or had it changed. I arrived at Raja Ki Mandi (RKM for us), a tad inconvenienced and looking for a Prasaadhan(. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Dehradun/Bangalore, Uttarakhand/Karnataka, India.
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Zeitgeist: June 2011
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Thursday, June 16, 2011. An anthology of Urdu poetry. I have to admit it is one of the most prized books in my collection, being my first and only copy of Urdu poetry, gifted so thoughtfully by Raj. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Hmmm wonder why I feel so rejuvenated, so young because of a ticking clock. Isn't it supposed to work the other way? The clock running our youth down, grimly indicating to us the fleeting nature of time. I guess it reminds me of my college days, when it would sit pretty on top my stu...
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Zeitgeist: August 2010
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Sunday, August 15, 2010. India is impossible to define or confine in a few sentences. Here the wheels turn, halt, wobble, break-down and then complainingly start rolling again. Its a vast melting pot of people all thrown together to co-exist. India is everything, its a metaphor for life. There is no distant way to say what it is, you can never understand it unless you have felt it. Getting caned in most brutal fashion but not retaliate or run away? And a prayer for peace:. Prithvi shaanti, Aapah shaanti.
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Zeitgeist: Ending summer
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Sunday, February 5, 2012. In days of despair,. I offer a prayer. Of breaths and whispers,. A dreamer's mind,. Drunken wild with visions -. Of mountains and a stream. To have a home. Beneath those stars,. While the world goes round,. Chasing its tail,. Giddy to its teeth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Dehradun/Bangalore, Uttarakhand/Karnataka, India. View my complete profile. Comic for December 05, 2016. PIN Screen Library for Android. On a New Road. Long days in Hawaii. THE VIEW FROM THIS END.
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Zeitgeist: My iridescent bubble
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Friday, February 24, 2012. These are such perfect alone days of. Contentment. I converse when I want to, I clam-up whenever I feel like. I'm no longer good, no longer worried about being good. No pressure of trying to live up to an image that people conjure for me. I, somehow, could never live-up to anyone's expectations, I frequently disappoint. Perfect days of contentment,. Stretch their legs in my chair,. And sleep in my bedroom. While I watch,. We don't talk,. The days have their hours to keep,.
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Zeitgeist: A happy insomnia
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Sunday, February 5, 2012. I wonder what could be the cause for me being awake every night these days. I'm not worried or tense, I just find it very soothing to be up till 4 am The world is quiet and the early morning cool steadily creeps onto you and makes your toes go cold. I guess in these early mornings, I remember a lot of things that I loved and have left behind. What I wouldn't give to watch the Sun rise from behind those mountains and sit in the bare branches of that gigantic semul tree. Bewildere...
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Zeitgeist: April 2010
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Monday, April 5, 2010. My past two weekends have been sacrificed to shoe-hunting. Man, I feel like a girl! My male pride is hurt, I have never ever been this fussy about anything in my life. I'm not getting any decent, wearable pair of shoes for even 3k. Its a travesty! And it has pissed me off completely. What's more, the sales-people they have in these huge air-conditioned stores are so bored with their work that they can't even try to show you anything. Sir, its right in front of you, help yourself.
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Zeitgeist: October 2010
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Saturday, October 30, 2010. Taking a train to India. After a prolonged absence of four years, I finally fixed my date with Indian Railways again. I work in Bangalore and have my home in Dehradun (they are more than 2500 km apart), so usually I fly to Delhi but this time around I thought it would be an adventure to spend 33 hours on a train to Delhi. (Actually, I didn't, truth is air-tickets were too expensive.). Friday, October 22, 2010. Something inspires you to be better than you really are, nothing co...
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Zeitgeist: My alarm clock
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011. I just unearthed the alarm clock from my college days.It had been lying in a pile of forgotten belongings for these past five years, until I decided to rescue it. A battery change later, it's ticking off cheerily and has even assured me with its shrill electronic dual tone alarm. Hmmm wonder why I feel so rejuvenated, so young because of a ticking clock. Isn't it supposed to work the other way? The clock running our youth down, grimly indicating to us the fleeting nature of time.
