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Pre script – this is about the last harry potter movie. If you have still not seen it or not much big a fan, then kindly avoid reading further 🙂‘It is an ancient need to be told stories. But the story needs a great storyteller.’ Quote from here – Alan Rickman’s words.I love JKR’s series. I…
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All through life we see that people who are slow in any given activity get punished. Of course, it’s subjective. If you write slowly, you never finish your exams in time and suffer from comparatively less marks, affecting your acads. If you talk slowly, people get bored easily. If you walk slowly, you always get…
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Pre-script : the title of the post should have been ‘The best friend’s (III) wedding’. But this one suits better, as you will know why 🙂In between a horrible work week (in terms of volume and dependencies) and stupid rains, I was really looking forward to Pradnya’s wedding! Yes despite the mental and physical dead-ness.…
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Sometimes I wonder, how come such weirdly different people like us are a family.Again, not in a questioning way, just that plain ‘we’ amuse me way.When we go for an outing, each has a different thing on their mind. Aai is constantly worried about if such and such wait will annoy baba (dad). Baba is…
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The friend who is (rather was) known as ‘the pregnant friend’ on this blog, gave birth to a baby girl this morning!And despite the genuine happiness when a friend starts a new journey of life, this feels special 🙂 May be because I got to spend a lot of time with the proud mother 🙂And…
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As I stare out of the window, listening to the rustle of the leaves, the nearby chirping of the queer looking bird, velocity of the first rain drops hitting the ground, I wonder.. I wonder if you wonder too. How strange strings pull people together and equally stranger strings make them drift apart. Why do…
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I finished my first Haruki Murakami!!! The wind up bird chronicle! And what fun it was. Not in a literal sense. But in a quirky way! Anywho without further ado, I will jot down my musings during this phase. * It truly felt like a diary. Of Mr. Wind up Bird. * Parts of it…
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Moving/shifting is good for the soul. Specially if you are the archer types. Since most of the mess I (we) create, is in the head, starting to live in a new place feels like a fresh start. At least in the head. Plus the newer the old illusion, the better fool you can make out…
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Post palace of illusions. Mahabharata is something that finds its way to you. Of course if you are born an Indian, its easier. One can say Mahabharata stories were typical bed time stories as kids. One grew up on the fodder of virtuous Pandavs, evil kauravs, cunning shakuni, danveer karna, mayavi Krishna. It was always…
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There is no internet at home currently. Plus work policies include blogging into “social networking” and thus *no access zone*. And I have had the most lucid thoughts flowing through my head during this one week, which have found a place as random scribbles in my notepad taken during sessions/meetings. Irony or what ? Or…