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Lost in rotation..: It had to fall...
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A journey to the center of our lives? Friday, March 09, 2012. It had to fall. Glad I checked out before it did. Of all things cricket, I hate to admit it, but Dravid's batting was the anti-emotion of my early adult life. Every piece of real estate in my heart and mind had been taken over by the "How could it be Dravid? Brigade. Call it the "Sachin zone" or "Who gives a F% &? Station" that completely took over, but now when I look back at that time, its an almost non-answer to an even bigger non-question;.
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Lost in rotation..: Forgotten voices...
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A journey to the center of our lives? Sunday, April 19, 2009. You would think something had changed right? I mean, with all this immediacy we should be in a position to do more to make people's lives better, to help our friends in distress. And we have. I think the world is more cohesive now than ever before, though the dark spots still remain. But the human condition is still the same right? These are some of the stories,. The Fire men in India aren’t provided a mediclaim insurance policy. They get ...
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Lost in rotation..: treasures
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A journey to the center of our lives? Tuesday, May 25, 2010. Those black pearly eyes. Said a million words. Even when all she could speak were a hundred. I asked myself,. What was i doing here. A place removed from my reality. A place of which i knew very little. A place that made me feel like the desert sands. In the piercing summer sizzle. Maybe it wasnt about me i told myself. Maybe there are things in the world hidden in shrouds. Of mysteries and riddles. In tangled minds and hearts and some that made.
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Lost in rotation..: The bookmarks of our lives.
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A journey to the center of our lives? Sunday, August 08, 2010. The bookmarks of our lives. It has been an easy few months since I wrote anything. Not that I had nothing to write about, but more because I couldn’t write. The words were sucked out of my head for lack of a better phrase. Maybe that’s what happens when you get kicked in the gut for being honest. Another lesson learnt in life. Phew, thankfully that’s over. Obviously my boss has other plans. Why is this guy at his age clearing trash? Stand out...
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Lost in rotation..: Still night, still light
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A journey to the center of our lives? Thursday, September 23, 2010. Still night, still light. The moments seem endless. as the night finally comes to an end, i can hardly sleep. flashes of quick images pass my mind like trucks on a freeway. each with its own sound and conversation. the things that draw my attention at this forlorn hour are hardly stuff of any consequence. Somewhere down the line the traffic would reduce to a trickle. because there ended the seemingly endless supply of multimedia snip...
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Lost in rotation..: The Paanwala point of life
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A journey to the center of our lives? Sunday, July 19, 2009. The Paanwala point of life. But this isnt a post about them. But why the Paanwala. And that my friends is what I mean by the Paanwala point of life. But why this now? If I were to tell you I’ve actually reached that point in my life, I would have to be lying not because I don’t envision that happening to me, I think even by Paanwala standards I’m just chotu for now. What fun is it when you cant even have the entire store for yourself? The long ...
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Lost in rotation..: Mourning in the Valley
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A journey to the center of our lives? Thursday, October 06, 2011. Mourning in the Valley. The news sinks in slowly. It is 2 am in the morning and somehow I just cant sleep. Truly envy the billions who woke up to the news of Jobs' passing. At least they got to sleep through the night. I tell you, 2011 has been one hell of a year. And yet I'm awake. There were moments but not many. Maybe the goal's to live those moments many times over. Or be critical of the few that remain. Thanks Jobs. Thanks for eve...
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Lost in rotation..: where is that line?
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A journey to the center of our lives? Sunday, December 14, 2008. Where is that line? Ok, let me rephrase. Is there even a line. How should you react to these ghastly incidents that scar not only your pysche but also drive down that a deep hatred which seems to erupt in anonymity? Should I even react? Why shoot ourselves in the foot when almost 100,000 Indian soldiers have died in the Kashmir conflict and yet Atif Aslam signs record deals with Indian music companies. Yes, he didnt kill anyone and yes ...
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Lost in rotation..: Trust
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A journey to the center of our lives? Saturday, March 27, 2010. I entered the house around five, a little earlier than usual. It was after all the most brutal winter we had seen in the last ten years and today was no different. Luckily for me, I work only a few minutes from here, so it wasn’t bad. Malathi was not that lucky though, a forty mile commute in this weather would be mind numbingly horrible. Though I don’t know if it could feel any worse after the fight we had last night. Where’s the little one?
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Lost in rotation..: the human paradox: revisited
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A journey to the center of our lives? Monday, January 26, 2009. The human paradox: revisited. And then there are stories and there are voices. Each story with different voices and each voice with stories. These stories have many words and when you read each word and close your eyes, each word creates a character. Soon, through your inner eye you see all these different characters each with a story to tell, finally converging in an orgy, not just any orgy, but one of syllables. This is the human paradox.
