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Life's tough when...
Good = Mediocre
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Stop all the clocks
Am not much of a poet... nor a poem connoisseur. So, not surprisingly, I did not read this poem -- I first heard it in a movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral, and it moved me then. It is by WH Auden, and I find it poignantly beautiful... So much so, that there are silent tears in my eyes now when I read it...
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Ding dong
Yesterday, my adopted mental 'son', Divyesh who thinks he has seen all that there is to see in this world and that nothing can shock him anymore, came up with one of his brilliant definitions about 'marital bliss' in an arranged marriage scenario.
Husband and wife get married, go to work, come back home, eat, ding dong.
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Thanksgiving after bird-day
I woke up feeling not so excited. Didn’t wanna celebrate a day that officially made me a year older…
But my birthday couldn’t have been more perfect. Took an off. Spent the day with family. Did things I like - like driving my aunt and gramma around in my car. And eat the wonderful grape-dessert made by Rups, my cousin.
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I thought I was numb. But I was wrong. I was angry. Too angry to vent. I saw the train blasts too in July 2006. But this was different. I still can’t get over the fact that it took just ten guys to bring my city down…
The next few days, weeks passed in a blur… I met more victims. Heard more stories. Way too many stories.
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This journal's been dead for some time now. My apologies (Oh, who am I kidding). To myself -- considering I'm it's sole reader :-)
People vented about Nov 26 on their blogs. That's what blogs are for, I know. But I think something in me went numb.
I told athiran I'd wait for a 'sign' -- a good sign -- to write about it.
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I wish...
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I wish I had a slate from which I could wipe out events that I don't like.
Wish I could wipe out all that has happened and all that I have seen.
Wish I could take Mumbai back to how it was before these cowards struck.
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Meet the sexy Rakhi!
“Is it a boy or a girl?” our Bai asked last week.
“Boy, of course, can’t you see.” my mom said a bit amused.
“Then why have they named him ‘Rakhi’?” she asked. "These young boys -- they all like Rakhi Sawant and her assets!' she added venomously.
When mom managed to finally control her laughter, she told her “The dog's name is Rocky, not Rakhi.”
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Train woes
I had planned not to rant about it -- but two days in a row is one 'two' much!
Yesterday, somehow by some sheer unprecedented luck, I managed to get a place to rest my butt in a really crowded local train. Even so, I was far from being comfortably seated in the stuffy and hot compartment, what with the less fortunate crowd of standees constantly ( Read more... ) -
This jailhouse rocks!
On October 2, Gandhi Jayanti, Poorni and I went to Taloja Jail. While Poorni had a story to do I went for the ride. Well, actually I wanted to visit a jail, to satisfy my morbid curiousity.
Not many who have gone to jail will say this, but It was a wonderful experience. Taloja is the state's largest prison, can accommodate over 4000 inmates and was ( Read more... )