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The Last Decade
To be honest, it started with my ears suffering from JLo tinnitus. I don’t remember how many times MTV played that studio-modulated voice, but it sure felt like there was no other song on the planet. And who can forget the tinny drone of Y2K. Through the books and films I had been exposed to, […]
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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 […]
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A Morning Poem
For all the crumbs left behind On the highway of Time For all the dreams Undreamt On the highway of success For all the moments Which well up Which swell up And consume my mind For all the nightmares That leave a bad taste In the life I left behind For all the lives, I […]
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The Good Fight
Sharing, Of deeds done And things felt Are more important Than the deeds done And the things felt; Alone. Fighting the Good Fight, Is more important, Than staying alive; And feasting over the verdant; Triumphant. Sitting by the shores, Of your imagination And dreaming about What She is telling you Is more valuable… Than all […]
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Of neuroses and saving graces
Have you ever wondered how apparent failure can sometimes be liberating? It makes you sit back and wonder what you were chasing in the first place. It fills you with a cold anger, and recharges you for the next surge. And this time, maybe you learn to adapt, to not rush headlong, or simply to […]
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Alienation
It feels so strange to know that I have not written here for over a month. And possibly indicative of the alienation that comes from not knowing where one day ends and the next one begins…but such thoughts are for another place. This is a scattered post; an attempt to reassure myself that I have […]
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A review of an aborted viewing of Love Sex & Dhoka (with apologies to Manhola Dargis for plagarising her style)
———————————–!Spoiler Alert!——————————————- It was one of those rare days when I actually picked up a newspaper. Of course its the Times Of India, what did you think? And then, strangely I actually got to the op-ed page. It was about Mr. Husain giving up his Indian citizenship for a Qatar one. A good article, well argued and […]
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I want, To sit in a hall, Discussing Frost Sleep at the back, And dream of Picasso. “Thanks to art, instead of seeing a single world, our own, we see it multiply until we have before us as many worlds as there are original artists.” Marcel Proust
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Dust
I have often wondered why my post titles are so monosyllabic. It reminds of those Hindi posters I saw growing up. You know? Like Deewar with the letters hewn from rock and crumbling. But in my head its more like a small word spoken into the Infinite, and I am happy in the knowledge that […]
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A Racing Heart
I locked them up, In a corner of my heart After running up the stairs, That night. Told the Whispers That no longer could I live… With thier chains. Banished them, For I was Launcelot. But whispers are whispers. And sometimes they return Making me check the chinks Within and without. Then I think of […]
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