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Hubris Lost
I remember looking into the mirror, Gazing at giant black-brown eyes With little flecks on them. My button nose came in the way as I leaned in And misted over all details. Without these fragile pieces of glass I wear everyday, I am but a blurred man In the mirror And without; And…
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Comedy Nights with Kapil – the laughing face of North Indian gender discrimination
The things we find funny or laugh at, often tell us more about who we are, then anything else. Watching TV while sitting with the family (parents, siblings et al) is not something I get to do very often. So i decided to make the most of it, and actually pay attention for a few…
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A childish rant (or not, depending on which side of the fence you are on)
How many times have you had ‘grow up’ thrown at you? If you are anything like me, the number would be pretty high. I was recently browsing the comments of various articles on The Guardian and Youtube and it seems to be an alarmingly common appeal in Western culture. I see it bandied about on…
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The true wasteland
Reading about the centuries long sackings of 12th and 13th Century Indian centers of learning, religion and entire cities… Thousands of years of knowledges just torched and discarded. And now we are left only with the legacy of civilization in decline. Funny that more is said of Mao’s cultural revolution. The locations of our temples,…
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23rd March 2013 – the last two digits change everything
It does not matter that their names were Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev. It matters that in a place and time where human rights did not matter, ordinary people with everything to lose believed in an idea of India enough to sacrifice everything and more. With their heads held high. My grandfathers were the same.…
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Other Memories
He finally docked. Shimmering, like the old Earth myths, the ship re-appeared into the familiar dimensions of Space. Making it the only matter in a near infinite ocean of nothing-ness. In the end, the decision to dock into the hellish Nothing somewhere outside the Ur Galaxy hadn’t taken time. An effort to manage the parallel…
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Close
This is a writing project that was thought of and executed while we were idling at work. Neelanjan Dasgupta and I are co-authours of the poem. He wrote a line, I the other. But it should leave you with just one feeling. She fills me with dread, with horror, with pain. And a certain niggling…
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The City
It speaks a little of how much it has been on my mind that two consecutive posts are about the same thing. In a way. Is Bombay just overwhelming me? Or is it just that my love for it makes me want to talk about it, but I feel that most people don’t see what…
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Losing Bruce
It is so sad, that to almost everyone I meet who knows his name, Springsteen is the good-looking, young bloke from the 70’s who sang loud pop-rock classics like Born to Run, Badlands and Dancing in the Dark. And with each passing year, the fact that he is one of the greatest American song-writers, gets…
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Protest (or the strength within)
Something stirs from within us, whenever we protest. There is a tranformation, a certain change, in every protestor’s expression, her manner, her being. The descriptors are many, but language is but a substitute. For this one verb which makes us so very human. For every Aung San Suu Kyi, there is a man who blows…
Between 2 Sips 