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The Parish: Precious Lies
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All things sacred to me. Tuesday, August 7, 2007. Precious kept repeating her lie to herself. Twice on waking up and thrice after each meal. Soon Precious’ lie became the truth. The sonorous lie made life beautiful. Bearable. The lies had their own melody. Soon, it was on her friends lips. Precious soon forgot that the truth will come out. Precious please stop singing your song. Haven't commented on ur blog for a while, thought I must do so . Anyways Lies however precious it may be does not live for long!
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The Parish: February 2007
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All things sacred to me. Thursday, February 22, 2007. Enlightenment On The 13th Floor. I live on the thirteenth floor. Yes, THE 13Th floor. My apartment complex is all of 14 floors. Effectively I am at the top of the world. (That’s the view from my window! When I look out of the window, late at night, I feel like the king of the world. Or the "Old Man" up there. To be closer home to my heart, I feel like Luke Skywalker. Sometimes it gets very lonely at the top. Literally. Not metaphorically. Another iron...
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The Parish: Nothing Like Mother
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All things sacred to me. Saturday, August 4, 2007. As I started my evening walk in the park, I found a little puppy following me. The poor thing was quite a sight as it kept trying to keep pace with my brisk rhythm. Its head was a bit too heavy for its tiny weak neck, constantly falling to the jogging track and tripping the rest of its clumsy little frame. Clumsy. Hmmmm clumsy…. Clumsy! A good name for this little pup. And it kind of made sense too. September 30, 2007 at 7:31 AM. The Spaces Between Us.
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The Parish: August 2007
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All things sacred to me. Tuesday, August 7, 2007. Precious kept repeating her lie to herself. Twice on waking up and thrice after each meal. Soon Precious’ lie became the truth. The sonorous lie made life beautiful. Bearable. The lies had their own melody. Soon, it was on her friends lips. Precious soon forgot that the truth will come out. Precious please stop singing your song. Links to this post. Saturday, August 4, 2007. A good name for this little pup. As I walked on I tried to understand Clumsy̵...
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The Parish: September 2008
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All things sacred to me. Thursday, September 4, 2008. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Spaces Between Us. Two Shots of Happy. The World of Noojes. Mumbai, Maharashtra, India. I am a deeply passionate man. A straight man. A little homophoebic. A lot tolerant. Life for me is very simple. Love the work I do. Love the wife I have. Listen to god and the inner voice from time to time. Listen to the music all the time! View my complete profile.
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The Parish: The Milk of Human Kindness Sours . . .
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All things sacred to me. Sunday, July 29, 2007. The Milk of Human Kindness Sours . . . Stand up tall and stretch towards the heavens. Yup, stretch up, on tippy toes. Breathe in, the sour milk smell of humanity. All of us culprits. Each of us, oblivious to the stink that we're spreading, like we are to the stench of our own fart. Go on, cheat away. Use up more and more electricity. Increase the herd of cars. Cheat on your husbands. Cheat on your wives. Spread an incurable disease. Get that new mobile.
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The Parish: Sunbeam
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All things sacred to me. Saturday, August 4, 2007. A little beam of light escaped through the thick curtains. The little beam was totally unaware of its surroundings or its power hence. Sunbeam pierced the belly of the darkness like a Jedi Laser Saber going through a very soft victim. It danced on the eyelids of possibility. Eyes blinded by darkness and despair. Suddenly, to the eyes every thing looks different. It sees the light. The gloom recedes a bit. Sunbeam enters the eyes. A joy like never before.
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The Parish: Was It the World’s Best Date?
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All things sacred to me. Saturday, August 4, 2007. Was It the World’s Best Date? On Friday I went out on a date after a long, long time. And boy was it great! It was unusual and great at the same time. It was at a Barista. And what did we do? We chatted nineteen-to-a-dozen and played Scrabble! Barista didn’t have a Scrabble board, so we went out and bought one. Then, making ourselves real comfortable with our coffees, we started playing. August 18, 2007 at 1:47 AM. September 30, 2007 at 7:34 AM. Subscrib...
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The Parish: May 2007
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All things sacred to me. Wednesday, May 2, 2007. When life knocks you down flat on your back, things suddenly start looking up! Sometime mid last month, everything in my life broke down…. My contract came to an end. This coincided with me getting a slip-disc, and some other really personal stuff…. But, on reflection, it can’t get worse anymore…. Things can only get better now…. So, folks, it seems that I won’t be posting all that regularly, as it hurts…. So long…. Links to this post. The Spaces Between Us.
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The Parish: April 2007
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All things sacred to me. Wednesday, April 11, 2007. Safety is just danger misplaced. Sanity, madness delayed. Laughter is just like crying with no sound. Lost, until found. If right is just a point of view. And if it’s true till proven false. Then good is bad,. So, the end is a beginning. For the beginning once was the end. Links to this post. A Byte From My Memory. You fed me with your hands. Looked deep into your eyes, ate. And sucked your fingers instead. Legs under the table. The food was good.
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