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The Indian Game Designer: 'Let the Games Begin' - Indian Express Article
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The Indian Game Designer. Monday, November 26, 2012. Let the Games Begin' - Indian Express Article. Somehow missed posting this here. Indian Express did a coverage of the Indie game studios in India. We (Pinaka Interactive) got a teeny tiny mention too. The article is super big. So just posting my two cents that was printed/published:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Gamer, Game Designer, Blogger, Ranter, Foodie, Wannabe Masterchef, Dreamer, Opinionist, Self-proclaimed Poet and more :). I also blog at.
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The Indian Game Designer: Women in Games Meetup!
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The Indian Game Designer. Sunday, March 22, 2015. Women in Games Meetup! To start off, it finally happened! A few of us as part of the NGF. Group (especially Shruti) were thinking about it, but something or the other always put the plan on the back burner. This time too we picked the date and announced it but later realized it fell on a festival day. We also had some trouble with the venues at some areas. But we got past all that hurdles and finally hosted this awesome meet across 7 cities! She got there...
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Narrativa: April 2015
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. Dreaming it up: S01E01. She went along with his idea to save her cover. He took her to the camp area, where she originally belonged, after telling her about his plan to save her and how he had 4 others who could help him. One of them was Robin and she know it immediately although he used the code word to describe him. As she was getting closer, there was a huge commotion. She rushed there. She saw Burt with his hand on his forehead. "What happened? She raced ahead and had gotten i...
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Narrativa: Dreaming it up: S01E02
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Saturday, July 4, 2015. Dreaming it up: S01E02. It all seemed like a distant memory. She could however relive it every moment. The times she laughed with him, her loving husband. Her friend, who was more of a soul sister. The image of all three of them together started to fade as reality dawned on her. He had spotted her! The giant man saw her getting into the auto and hurriedly took control of another auto and chased after her. She pleaded with the driver to drive faster. He tried his best. ...As she st...
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Narrativa: Dreaming it up: S01E01
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. Dreaming it up: S01E01. She went along with his idea to save her cover. He took her to the camp area, where she originally belonged, after telling her about his plan to save her and how he had 4 others who could help him. One of them was Robin and she know it immediately although he used the code word to describe him. As she was getting closer, there was a huge commotion. She rushed there. She saw Burt with his hand on his forehead. "What happened? She raced ahead and had gotten i...
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Poetic Myooz: Never
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A collection of my poems. Saturday, August 16, 2008. Never say 'I love you'. If you dont really care. Never talk of feelings. If they arent real. Never hold my hands. If you intend to break my heart. If you plan to part. Never look into my eyes. If what you say is a lie. Never smile at me. If you are goin to make me cry. Never say 'You are the one'. If you dream of more than me. Never lock up my heart. If you dont have the key. Posted by Poornima Seetharaman. October 25, 2008 at 8:02 AM. I also blog at.
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Poetic Myooz: Betrayal of Life
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A collection of my poems. Thursday, October 9, 2008. Drawn to two different worlds; Stuck between two verities. In an amazing duel between my creator and keeper; All losing their sanities. One refusing to give, the other ready to take,. There are few choices that I’ve to make. Here I come, Death, take me along. 8220;No”, says he; “Not where you belong! Here I come, God, free me from this state. 8220;No, my child, suffering is your fate! My troubled soul raising the pain. I waited, I thought. Tweets by @A...
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Narrativa: July 2015
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Sunday, July 19, 2015. A wake up call. Please help me.I want to go on. It's so peaceful here! Phil woke up with a start! He hadn't thought about Pam in a while. This dream brought back memories of her. How long has it been! Wonder where she is and what she is up to. That dream had shook him up. There was this strange uneasiness. He went down, sat at the table and stared at his breakfast. Whatever he did, the uneasiness was only increasing. Why haven't I kept in touch! Why am I always busy for everyone!
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Narrativa: June 2010
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010. In the emptiness of the Marginen Hill, also known to be the very boundary between Heaven and Hell, there stood two souls drowned in love. 8220;They will never let this happen, and I cannot live without you. I love you Algas! 8221; Eril’s beautiful eyes were filled with tears. 8220;Nothing will come in the way of our love, my princess. Neither power, nor magic! 8221; spoke Algas. 8220;How long do you suppose we can stay here? 8221; asked Eril. 8220;But it has happened, my love and...
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Poetic Myooz: Meaning of Life
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A collection of my poems. Saturday, August 16, 2008. True are the moments of life,. Which we never live. There's a heaven, a hell;. Which we never know. There's something so beautiful,. Which we never see. So delicious, a food;. Which we never taste. So pleasant, the air;. Which we never smell. A peaceful place,. Which we never find. A heartening party,. Which we never attend. Which we never hear. The freshness in the air. Which we never feel. So much happiness;. Which we never search. Which we never seek.
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