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Head Hunter: What Next for Cricket After Ireland’s Good Show?
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Friday, May 20, 2011. What Next for Cricket After Ireland’s Good Show? The cricket season has been going on for rather too long this season and I have probably been among the few who haven’t been obsessed by it. However now I take this turn to write on cricket without which the spring of 2011 in India will surely be incomplete. Perhaps because Bangladesh’s location in the sub-continent gave them a platform to gain ideas and skills from their neighbours! Test playing nation and Ireland the 12. So while we...
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Head Hunter: January 2008
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008. Ask any passerby on the streets about Russia, and the response is predictable. It was a great nation, most powerful in the world at par with USA, but now much reduced in size, and shrunken in terms of power and prestige. This is the usual response. Yet, is this completely true? Has Russia slid from being the world’s most glorious power to now being a mere trifling? Let us examine this theory. Sunday, January 27, 2008. To remove or not to? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: February 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Tuesday, February 22, 2005. To my eroding faith. Bejewelled with a wreath. I cry in anguish. From a vapid lecher. Or desires more pernicious. Posted by Swetank Gupta @ 10:15 AM. Links to this post. Thursday, February 17, 2005. Or thus you pretend. So hard, just to apprehend. It is but an art. Through the deep bowels of your heart. You were only a friend. It ain’t gonna last. For all frivolity is. A thing of the past. For the years to come. The tunes of ecstasy. It’s still not too late.
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: July 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Friday, July 08, 2005. Stretching wider than the azure firmament. Gleaming with a fiery light. Yet so kindly and benevolent. Even as daring the Sol’s might. Deeper than the all consuming swell. The expanse ever so huge. The inception of a stream juvenile. The trickling pearls’ sole refuge. Among peals of tinkling laughter. The orbs, shimmering with a twinkle. Coy and naïve and vivacious. Easing out every crease and wrinkle. An orifice to the heart’s core. A sieve to the mundane verity.
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: November 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Sunday, November 27, 2005. A semblance veiled, carved in mahogany. A demeanor elusive, with entailed agony. A playful ambience, on covert display. Yet an exterior apparently stoney. The confluence of a reclusive attitude. Mingled with exuberance and vicissitude. A cognition of emerging desires subdued. The denudation of a vulnerability accrued. Delusions chaperoned by persistent denial. A mannequin of impressions’ portrayal. Embellished by the apparent’s volitional betrayal. He went bac...
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: January 2006
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Eyes Speak Lies . Thursday, January 26, 2006. I Seek Thee, O! That light came from within, from within your soul, my soul, our soul. That light is fading. That light is receding. I seek thee, O! Light I call upon thee. Do not betray when you are most needed. I plead your attention to your own voice. Do you not hear your own words in the still of the air, the dead of the night, the flutter of wings, the trembling of leaves? Do you not see your need when I kick that stone in despair? Links to this post.
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: June 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Friday, June 24, 2005. Remnants of fire, a dying flame, struggling to keep alight a precarious truth being pushed into a hurricane of lies, a whirlpool of treachery, awaiting a weathered storm, a humbled thunder to bring forth the rekindled LIGHT. A light to lighten the hearts. Darkness, the light thwarts. Dark as the silence of his. Him, that shame departs. Devoid of emotions and feelings. Convenience is the name in all dealings. Kick the luck and dodge the fate. Links to this post.
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: August 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Dooriyaan jab dilon ke darmiyan hone lagein kam. Kyon panapne lagte hain ankahe gham. Ek noor, jiski asha karta tha dil har dum. Kyon hain khoya hua, ashru se kyon hain aankhein nam. Kyon mere lafzon ka marm ho jaata hai gum. Agar samajhta tha ahmiyat koi mere shabdon ki. Aur deta tha unhe jeevan to woh thi tum. Hoke beqadr, jo main chala karke tumhe gumsum. Seene mein basa ho jaise dard ka nagar. Palkon se behta hai pal pal ik saagar. Links to this post.
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: May 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Friday, May 27, 2005. My actions of late. Without cursing my fate. Decidedly, I stood up. I embark on an odyssey. To exhibit my inner strength and agitation. Fail, I might. Atleast I sought to fight. I never had them before. I must rise above them. In adversity, the strengths stem. I’ve lain low too long. It’s time to prove I’m as strong. To give in now would be a cardinal sin. Though it’s still not my last chance to win. I will have many more. You never know what’s in store. To shun my...
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Eyes Speak Lies ...: October 2005
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Eyes Speak Lies . Sunday, October 02, 2005. Of dashed hopes and despair. Misery sprinkled, here and there. Of times, when we used to endear. Vacant, lonely eyes, no trace of a tear. Of a world, apathetic and unfair. Each pleading look met with a glare. Of insecurity and, a persistent fear. When unsolicited sounds, must we hear. Of anguish and suffering in silence. Unaware of the bubbling incense. Of insensitivity to love intense. Nurtured on a farcical pretense. Of self-efficacy at others’ expense. After...