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FREE WHEELS: For Shyam & Pooja
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Wednesday, February 12, 2014. For Shyam and Pooja. I was trying to come up with a Music-based video as a 'Wedding Present' for Mr. Shyam Jagannathan and Ms. Pooja Kulseja. by scourging through their Facebook pages - but it did not turn out quite all right - so I ended up never publishing it. In the meanwhile this 'poetry' was a by-product of that effort. Once there was an young man from the land of wooden sandals,. An audiophile, a racket-head, with photographic angles! Who sadly shook their hen-pecked h...
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FREE WHEELS
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Friday, March 16, 2012. Should I buy a can of diet coke, or should I not? There's too much crowd near the counter, it will take me a while to reach there, especially, with the plate full of Biryani in my hand - so ditch! It would have been a funny situation to the neutral observer - only there were none - observers, having had their share of flying wisps of curd dotting them, were hardly in neutral frames of mind! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). PERILS OF AN AMATEUR MOVIEMAKER. I used to read. I know...
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FREE WHEELS: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Http:/ www.discover-brain-games.com/. Some simple games to pass time - Beware, they can be addictive! Http:/ www.discover-brain-games.com/. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). PERILS OF AN AMATEUR MOVIEMAKER. For, i am no poet. just an amateur player dabbling with some images, some ideas, thoughts, a few reels of celluloid, and people. View my complete profile. Http:/ www.discover-brain-games.com/. I used to read. Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind. A decade and more.
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FREE WHEELS: Ketones and the Art of Maintenance!
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Sunday, November 23, 2014. Ketones and the Art of Maintenance! 0 Guide: Mr. Ameet Bagwe. 1 Total time of experiment: 2.5 months so far. 2 Total weight loss: 14 Kgs (8 in the first month, then a steady kilo per week). 3 Inches lost: 6 at The Line That Counts. 4 Cholesterol numbers: Looking good (they looked good to start with though - so the point here is - eating a truck load of butter and cheese didn't make them any worse! But then, such logic is often lost on our 'gentler' halves! Until the growing num...
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FREE WHEELS: July 2012
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Saturday, July 07, 2012. Many days, many conversations, many of them quite remarkable and therefore memorable. but the one conversation which comes to mind - the one that haunts - keeps coming back with thoughts in the lines of 'could things have been any different? About Rhinos in Kaziranga, and Tuskers in Assam. About Assam Oil, the tea plantations, Digboi. About old forgotten far-away places from where I am - but have never been to. And now . the stories are lost, just as I feared. Links to this post.
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sandsofrhyme: September 2014
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Poetry is when you make new things familiar and familiar things new". Thursday, September 4, 2014. Plow and Hearth - "Customer is nothing". Once upon a day. I was shopping at this place. All green and orange it looked. Had exotic items too. New home that I had moved into. Had windows from floor to roof. Having lived awhile through snickers and stares. It pounced upon me to shop for drapes. Now this place I stopped at to shop. Was easy, great views and all. So I clicked on some curtains and valance. ಪದ...
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sandsofrhyme: May 2013
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Poetry is when you make new things familiar and familiar things new". Friday, May 24, 2013. There is supposed to be meaning. To everything that happens to us. It sure must be in a foreign tongue. Or it mustn't be a good thing to trust. We are supposed to agree on hindsight. Smile back on the broken pieces. And see how they still led here. But what if time freezes? Life is meant to be a book. With many many chapters. While many make good reads. Some also end up in tatters. Is that what we must get. कì...
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sandsofrhyme: September 2013
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Poetry is when you make new things familiar and familiar things new". Friday, September 13, 2013. There it is going down. All colour slowly fading out. Voices of the world are loud. But not one to care about. Time and tide before its eyes,. People to watch and anticipate. A long while it has tried. Alas no purpose it finds to stay. How long can it burn alone. To shed light for a few others. Eaten away till its bone. Now it ceases to bother. It has set, weighed down by salt water. Links to this post.
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sandsofrhyme: April 2009
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Poetry is when you make new things familiar and familiar things new". Tuesday, April 28, 2009. Behold if you are from foreign lands. When you step on Indian sands. It is best you know what awaits you. From an insider who speaks only the truth ;-). The reason for you to come. Could be travel, work or fun. Whatever the reason might be. The other two are offered free! Not exactly, if there are conmen on the way. But you can retaliate in their language -. Which is not easy all said and done. Colours . oh!
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sandsofrhyme: May 2009
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Poetry is when you make new things familiar and familiar things new". Sunday, May 17, 2009. A night to remember ;-). A boy of five, was I. Twas the best of summer time,. Away from the evil school. My hols were going just fine :). This day I sauntered into the house. Smelly and hungry like a fat mouse. When mommy turned and flashed her smile. Darling, you'll be on your own tonight". There was this important late night party. That she had to go to with daddy. I was brave and old enough, wasn't I? I tasted ...