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LaCasadelEscritor: January 2010
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010. I am called death.part-1. I am about to die. Its not that I’ve been waiting for death. I mean everybody dies. I am 93 years old. I just got operated. I fell from a chair and broke a bone below my hip. I don’t know what it’s called. Imagine just falling from a chair and breaking your bone. They tell me I’ll walk again. Do I want to? I don’t know. What is it that is making me even try? How am I to tell them that I can’t feel taste anymore? I always liked clocks. Time was alwa...
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LaCasadelEscritor: March 2009
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Monday, March 30, 2009. And just when the alienation seems absolute those around beckon me to come back. You want to correct everything about your life with a tick mark. As if this is it, the greatest escape but you don’t want to go you want to remain here as if there is some unfinished business. The resolve for life grows stronger. As if you life means something to you and you want to fight for it till you last breath. Tu to jaane na maine ki teri bandage tu sanam hai tu khuda hai mahiya. I look through...
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LaCasadelEscritor: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009. An ode to jim morrison. Some say he was a poet. Some say he was a ghost. Of roofs and lives alike. From an otherwise plain childhood. They pinched him every now and then. He dabbled with pain. Death was his high. Words were his flight. The snake was his respite. He traveled all alone. Whether they were his barred caves. With Indians and lions. He talked only to himself. And listened only to himself. Words cascaded from his mouth. In the voice of gods. Riding the alcoholic ocean.
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LaCasadelEscritor: Philip Roth- the Voyeur
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Thursday, January 27, 2011. Philip Roth- the Voyeur. The cutting effect of getting old, the rotten smell of death lurking around the corner, and the childlike insecurity in back to the future like mode is inflicted on every page of Roth’s two Kepesh novels- The Professor of Desire and The Dying Animal. In both novels the recurrent theme is breaking away from all barriers that stifle you, primary target being the institution of marriage. Only the act or the dreams. Or a hand lifting a glass? A masterpiece...
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LaCasadelEscritor: February 2011
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Thursday, February 10, 2011. The unbearabe lightness or heaviness of being. And now I’m here. Living that frenzy. Now I’m one of them. Though I still feel like an outsider. I’m an outsider. But I feel like that everywhere. Chuck that. A free spirit, on a break from a mad world trying to understand something madder. Or just trying to live the madness. At ease with her limit. She’ll always be an alien, she knows that. She gets entangled with someone who is trying to live in chaos. Lifelike in its forgettin...
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LaCasadelEscritor: September 2011
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Saturday, September 24, 2011. Let's call this Love. The voices in my head are insanely loud these days. So loud that I can’t hear myself. This inability to hear myself at times are the best of times and the worst of times. I like it because I am able to fool myself and believe almost anything I want. I am able to dream. I am able to see her. 8220;You come here often? What place is this? 8220;I don’t know. It looks familiar.”. 8220;Do you know you have a very incendiary aura? 8220;And then what? 8220;I do...
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LaCasadelEscritor: March 2010
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010. The buzz in the air when I started preparing for it since last year was that it’s going online. It was confirmed earlier this year that it is indeed going to be online. Why are they going online? What is the structure going to be like and are we going to be able to perform as efficiently in a computer based test as on a paper based test? And how are they going to judge two people on the same scale who has given different papers? Based on the ghost stories of other candidates who...
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LaCasadelEscritor: August 2009
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Monday, August 31, 2009. A Whirling Dance of Nostalgia. It was way back in 2003 and I was going to watch India’s first sci-fi movie-Koi Mil Gaya. This is how I’ve seen films. Even the slightest mention of the non-acceptable social terms receive loud applauds and whistles. I remember paying Rs 80 for a Rs38 ticket for Lagaan and many others (once I’m at the theatre no price is big enough to scare me). I had come out of cinema halls with people going nuts about a movie like Yaadein. And she also knocked at...
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LaCasadelEscritor: Let's call this Love
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Saturday, September 24, 2011. Let's call this Love. The voices in my head are insanely loud these days. So loud that I can’t hear myself. This inability to hear myself at times are the best of times and the worst of times. I like it because I am able to fool myself and believe almost anything I want. I am able to dream. I am able to see her. 8220;You come here often? What place is this? 8220;I don’t know. It looks familiar.”. 8220;Do you know you have a very incendiary aura? 8220;And then what? 8220;I do...
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LaCasadelEscritor: September 2009
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Thursday, September 3, 2009. The irony called "fuck". A girl came over to him and said “Can I have a cup of coffee with you”? 8220;What does the sea looks like to you”, she asked. He says “it looks just like my own self in the mirror, tossing up and down at a frantic pace without any knowledge of its existence or its course of motion in the next second. And in spite of all this uneasiness around it a strange sense of happiness prevails in its disco-dance”. 8220;Kind of fucks! 8220;Your question made me r...
