Category: musings
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Some templates refuse to die. The one’s created with friends, family, strangers, teachers, work-people, books, the iPad. With oneself.There were times when I wanted to wallow in self pity. These days that template does not seem to exist. Or may be its just pretending to be gone. Coma may be ?Good or bad. I always…
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(Important things first. I want everyone coming to this post to watch the trailer and not miss this gem of a movie. Of course with subtitles. The book by Jonathan Safran Foer is equally read-worthy. Of course, despite the experiments in narration. The characters in the book are so much more than they seem and so…
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Living in a hostel for 4 years among girls from all across the state (country even, but I never ended up mixing with the girls from across India well until the final year. anywho) most of them from Marwari background, where they knew marriage was going to be a huge part of their life once…
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In my books – Moving cities, changing places, doing impossible things (of course which others deem impossible from you) for the person, anyone including yourself, you love – VERY RATIONAL.Doing the same things, because it is expected of you, someone else (society) is telling you so – NOT SO MUCH. (does this make one irrational ?)Of…
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I was reading some random article (as usual) between breaks at work. Came across this question ‘so why are you here for?’ in one of them. How can “I” of all the people avoid such an existential riddle.So I was thinking. What makes me feel alive? Hmm.Solving problems does give me kicks. Real. And it…
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* Today at a non-work session, I was ‘the person’ who talked about work with another colleague. I know.I went on to person B like this – You know X and Y work, but X and Z is what we should be looking at. For that we need to get M and N to work,…
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November was always good.You had lost your voice. No drama. You just took time to find it all over again. Santa did visit. Like magic, a little early.You opened your heart in December.Always good. You sang, you danced, you wrote. A lot of people made home inside your heart. Wonderful.Along came the pests. Little, crawling,…
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What is home to you?For me it is a feeling. Of years of wandering around (of course I am not a nomad, even though I talk like one) I have felt home-like at very unrelated places. In reality or in my memory. Hence the feeling is rather difficult to describe. Lately, triggered by a discussion with…
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One chapter closes Another opens A break of sorts in between happens. You brace the goodbyes You long for the welcome A break of sorts in between happens. You sing a new tune You lament a few notes A break of sorts in between happens. You brave the tears You crave some smiles A break…
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The first thing that strikes you while reading Emma Donoghue’s ‘Room’ is Jack’s innocence, wisdom, and love for his Ma. But would not that be obvious? What else a 5 year old should be full of? from google images And that is why I liked ‘Room’. Because the unusual situation the child and the parent…