tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38773006017734245632012-01-28T19:52:17.388+05:30i ask..a thousand questions and a few more..thoughts and confusions abound galore.. in search of a better world..in search of the answers..my road to xanadu is still unexplored.. i search, i search for the answers.. and the search itself is my journey.. ..and the journey my destination...Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07192836406464453314noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877300601773424563.post-72757892158103377202012-01-28T19:52:00.000+05:302012-01-28T19:52:17.398+05:30

A dog died today. The last thing it saw was me trying to make it drink some water, praying that it would live but knowing it's time had come. Life is strange. Just a moment and it is gone.

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Can someone gift me a charkha? I want to weave a pattern, my own.

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This is something i don't usually give a miss since 1988. Yes, since i was 8 years old i have always written about the year that was on the eve to remind me of the things that i have learnt. And this year, i have been too busy to write. Too busy to talk to family and friends. Too busy to get in touch with myself. Just making sure, that i find the time to do what i love. Write this post. Just for

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Mini Mouse, You are probably in the airport now Bidding goodbye to your life in mumbai Just wanted to tell you you are already being terribly missed by a crazy woman who's crazy about you (and also probably by a few more and the sev puri guy) In another world she would have hated you The indian american india hater but that would have been in the other world In this world you are more indian

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After a long long time, i have completely fallen in love with a song.The beautiful lyrics by Swanand Kirkire,who my husband thinks is the only person who has the potential to step into Gulzaar saab's shoes,  his beautiful earthy voice, the  haunting voices of Zeb and Haaniya, and the beautiful programme called "dewarists". After being away from television, this is one programme that brings me

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First movie this year that i am really looking forward to. The promos are amazingly teasing, beautiful cinematography and the music by AR Rehman is as melodious and haunting only his music can be.The music keeps growing on you so much that you realise only suddenly in between a thought and conversation that the music is playing in your mind. "Sadda Haq" is such a powerful song, showing the

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http://soda-india.in/sarpanch Soda refreshed the sunday morning.

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good bye my pink umbrella hope you are fine wherever you are like many things in my life i left you behind my careless self then i just moved on like i always do to other, important things missing you only when it rains and sometime too sunny i just wish you're taken good care of i sometimes blame myself when i think of you of not remembering you to have left you behind why did i not heed my

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What i carried to office this morning the smell of tea brewing and that of desi ghee paranthas a little bit of sleep in my lazy eyes sound of the flush in the toilet cooks haggling their prices in the lift the smile of the old watchman the tinkle of change in the rickshawallah's purse cramp on my legs as i ran up the station stairs with those high heels recognition in the eyes of my regular

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The states where the movie has been banned are missing something  which they will never know. Prakash Jha already is up there making some hard hitting movies, dealing with issues which were mainly considered "art/ parallel" cinema and this time he gets just a notch higher for the guts to attempt a movie on reservation which will touch a lot of raw nerves . Yes, he does add masala to get it to

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Random. Tension. Problem. Shortage. Running. Scampering. Agony. Pain. But still looking for balance. Hoping. Dying of hope. Still hoping. Craving for a day of solace. Not finding. Of wanting a holiday. Of never having the time. Of hoping against hope to get some stability. But every day is a chaos. Wake up. Run. Run . Run. Walk. Run. Work. Run. Plastic Smile. False laughter. Empty words. Broken

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Seriously. Being religiously away from news channels and newspapers, takes me time to catch up on the great (non)issues of the world. After the comedy circus of the baba doing a drag , it's the times of india starting a campaign against raising of the legal drinking age to twenty five.The first thing you think is who's sponsored the half page advertisement and the campaign? The second thought is

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Sometimes..just sometimes my heart screams out...we bloody humans... Human, humane, humanity. Oxymoron, isn't it ? I sometimes fail to understand human beings. Even the wild animals live by better rules and ethics that humans.  Every writer has once in his life said, these are strange times. I think times were never strange. It's just the humans who became stranger and stranger, a stranger to

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kahin dayra bana hai,  kahin aakhri sira hai mahi bol bol haari, koi hai jo sun raha hai ye koi jaane na,  ke dil maane na bikhar jaaye na  kaisa hai junoon ,kahin mile na sukoon dekho kahin bhi qaraar aaye na deewana hai kaun,  yahaan begaana hai kaun dekho zindagi bekaar jaye na koi bheed main khada hai, koi khud main chal raha hai mahi bol bol haari,  yahaan jo hai besila hai yeh saaton

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If i had to find a theme for my year gone by, i'd call it the "year of trials and tribulations" . I can't say it was good or bad, but one thing that stands out is the fights i have had.The fights with the world, with the family, with friends and with myself. The fights of ideology, of long drawn debates, of the rights and wrongs. The turbulence of shifting my home ground and creating a new home

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i am vini. and i too have a story. and how i wish i could do it as beautifully as the movie "i am". It's one of those movies that come and go at the box office but that stay with you for a lifetime because of the way the tell the stories you already knew. A beautiful movie by onir, suri and humsafar trust talking very simply about issues within issues in four separate stories woven into the movie

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For some strange reason i have lost all that i wrote on this a while back . i had thought i'd come back and finish it off and it's sadly not been saved. But that's a different riddle. I don't think i'll be able to do justice to this post by rewriting but i do have to write about it as it's been haunting me for sometime. The riddle is about the olive ridleys? Who are they and why conserve them?

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Now a days i get irritated very soon and as is wont, have been wondering what it means.. As usual, i start by writing what irritates me and then i'll come back to read it in a few days time to understand what it means..pick up Freud, or ask one of my friends who's an expert on these.. Lies. The first irritant. I can't stand it when people lie to me. This normally brings up the question, do i not

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You have fallen, so many times most times unseen in the darkness of the night, behind closed doors in anger, in frustration, in hurt and pain. And then you've fallen, uninhibited in pride, in victory, in achievement you've fallen in the rain in the shower, down the drain you've fallen from a window of a bus and of a passing train you've fallen on the feet of your oppressor on a daughter's

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I call her the witch, the sorceress,who entices you, incites you, allures you and then completely engulfs you.And you in the whole while have not realised that you've been bewitched.Yes, you've hated her when you came here if you came from outside..yes, you've called her names, you've been suffocated but you've slowly but steadily become a part of her..the witch..mumbai..the witch.. People

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i'm at a strange phase of my life.. i've been here before..and so i'm scared for myself..and for everyone around me..it's my phase in life where i've let my mind rule my heart..where every moment i am thinking and questioning..about the why's and why nots..about alternatives..about roads and crossroads.. i know i'll be reckless now, because i'm not afraid anymore..at least not regarding certain

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Life has a strange way of surprising you..teaching you..and telling you..that all that you had all figured out and laid out on a platter..well, that wasn't all.life turns your life topsy turvy just when you thought you had found your rhythm, found your peace.Just when i was writing about patterns in life and fighting and arguing that i see patterns in almost everything, life surprised me again.

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Life ..patterns.. tick-tick..tick-tick. in the dates, the days, the years.. in numbers, in colours,in structures,in structuring. a pattern in sarees, in clothes,in trousers,in shirts,in the tiny stitches,in the prints,the cuts.. a pattern on the speed breakers, on the sidebars by the bridge, pattern in the zebra crossing, the police cordon, the street lights,the neon lighted advertisements,the

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Someday somewhere someone commits suicide. And one life ends. And leaves a lot of people whose life comes to a standstill. Living but not living anymore. I have always wondered what it takes to end one's own life? What is it that sends the person to that brink of life, the point of no-return.One of my cousins had committed suicide a few years back and i had met her only a few days before. She was

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My mother says i have the most beautiful face in the world. I am her first born. When i feel my  father's eyes on me i see pride, certainly that and a regret now that i have left him and have a new man in my life. My husband says i would have had a forgettable face except for my small eyes. They are very expressive and say even without words and sometimes despite the words. My brothers make fun

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Another cycle of my life is completing itself...i only know at the end of this there will be a new beginning..

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Sometime back i was doing some research on Domestic Violence. Now, after i was "domesticated" or married in other words, i really haven't found the time to write about what i had felt at that time.But again, that had some good implications, at least for me. Firstly, being married makes you even more sensitive towards different issues and emotions which one wouldn't relate to when unmarried. And ,

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This is my home... This is my home and not again mine..i live on borrowed land..but who really cares..this the city of dreams..my city..and in my dreams the world is mine.. But you do not yet know me..i was born a few days back..or maybe months..or years..dog years...i go once in a while to our public meetings..of our clan..you would have heard us sometime..i am sure you have..we create real

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Many a words have been written about the wives. Jokes swarm all over about how you fool your wife and statistics galore on being henpecked and nagging. In fact my husband was telling me today that a study says wives nag their husbands 2000 mins a year on average. Thats 2000/ 60 = 30 hours =  1. 38 days in a year..Me being a student of statistics and knowing how these stats are created am

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Turning Thiry!!!! Sounds so catchy... As i turn thirty, feel euphoric, i mean what more is there to be scared of ? 30 seemed an ominous number when you don't reach it..but now here, life is just raring to go... 30 things i promise myself to do in the coming year...write that book catch up with all my turned 30 friends, start a club where everyone's 30 and have 30 things on their mind get a

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इस  बार  के  पतझड़  कुछ  इस  तरह  की  हुई कि  बहार  आने  से  पहले  ही मैं  थक  गयी .. इस  बार  धक्का  जो  लगा मैं  जो  गिरी कि  उठने  से  पहले  ही मैं  थक  गयी इस  बार  भी  इक  तस्वीर  बनाई  थी जिसमे  रंग  भरने  से  पहले  ही मैं  थक  गयी .. इस  बार  आप  आओगे .. उम्मीद  तो  थी ... पर  इंतज़ार  करते  करते  ही .. मैं  थक  गयी ... ............. पतझड़  तो  भूला  सा  लगने  लगा  है गर्मियों

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The cynic is here again..make way... as the country battles it out in the parliament with two parties pulling out of the alliance protesting against  reservations for women, the largest and the most ignored minority in india, you sit back and relish it all.. you can't help it but turn your eyebrows at all congratulatory messages in the newspaper and the television ads that salute the woman  and

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i have forgotten..do not know why i remembered it today..was it the blurred black and white picture of me and vicky on snow?was it pamuk's snow that brought it in?i do not know... i have forgotten.. the softness of my mother's embrace the security of my father's voice my first memories are of Kasauli but i do not remember how snow felt do not remember how the snowflakes look are they pure

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चलो अब जाने दो.. हम जंगली लोगों का मेट्रो में दम बहुत घुटता है.. ना वो भाषा अपनी ना वो लोग अपने.. ना हम उन्हें समझते हैं ना हम उनकी समझ में आते हैं.. बस दम बहुत घुटता है.. ना  हमारी सर्दी यहाँ .. ना हमारे सूरज की धुप.. यहाँ  कोहरा भी तो ठण्ड से कम और pollution से ज्यादा होता है.. बस दम बहुत घुटता है... सब्जियां तो सारी हैं यहाँ पर   मिटटी की खुशबू  का स्वाद कहीं छोड़ आये हैं.. ना अपने झरने और

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In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep From the mountains of faith To the river so deep I must be lookin' for something Something sacred I lost But the river is wide And it's too hard to cross even though I know the river is wide I walk down every evening and stand on the shore I try to cross to the opposite side So I can finally find what I've been looking for In the middle of

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 i am at a strange crossroad of my past, my present and a future where suddenly every one of them is different from the other.. recently i came to know that one of my closest friends lost her father...and she did not tell me..the reason she told me-she did not want to shock me in between my happy times.. and am thinking...am i really happy? are these really happy times?and is any happiness

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Sentences spoken.. One word not spoken.. and a silent divorce.. of masters and lives of being and unbeing of zillion things done just one undone and a silent divorce. a life lived of relationships built of moments lived just one strike at heart and a silent divorce of lives lived together of smiles and laughter of togetherness then the vaccum and a silent divorce of journeys made of places

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My most favourite poem.. Something i just found myself reciting... Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the

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Rootless lives... parasitic existence of haustorium... no beginning..no end... the looks of disgust.. the angry words...discarded everywhere... or loosened roots..that of a sapling... a new ground....some new soil...a new maali.. a shifting of place..a change of weather.. and dried leaves.... or a xerophyte... a cactus in the dessert... thorns..and wild... now put into a shopping window..  

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some days, the pain is all you are left with..the pain of that friend lost..the pain when she just disappeared from your life, forever..the pain of not knowing what went wrong..the pain of loving her still..the pain of not even being able to talk to her in her time of grief..the pain of coming across her picture on another friend's wall..the pain of a relationship broken..the pain of words said

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MILLENIUM DEVELOPMENT GOAL 2: ACHIEVE UNIVERSAL PRIMARY EDUCATIONTarget 1: Ensure that, by 2015, children everywhere, boys and girls alike, will be able to complete a full course of primary schooling This is the picture of a child in Bayakemutia Village of banspal in Keonjhar. He has never gone to school.. One of my favourite vision is of children going to school..Do not know the

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in all sorries and their sorrinesses in the depth of my gratitude in the width of the circling horizons of unending pain in the heights of my ecstasies i find you i lose you for a moment and i know the stillness of death but even death has a point i look everywhere but alas and in a sudden glance i find you you become my zephyr of life you give me my breath you beat in my heart you run in my

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Blame it on the season..everyone around me was getting married..no..i still haven't..but soon..yes..very soon.. Needed to say a lot many thank yous.. Ajit Bhai: Thank You for sending me his number..thank you introducing me to my life..Seems so long ago..was it really April, 25th, this year when you gave me his number and i saved it as unknown..took me longer to send that first text across..May

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No, you will not disintegratebecause there is no limit to youbecause you are beyondthe known limits you knowbecause you are herebecause you are nowbecause you are the pastbecause you are the futureYou will not breakbecause you are a non entitybecause your shape is not the bodybecause your thoughts are beyond boundariesbecause you exist in everyoneand everyone exists in youyou will live even after

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Blank spaces give meaning to sentences, the voids make music, the stillness gives meaning to motion and that's what i've been trying to find..I have been very quiet but there's something i can't find..a stillness in thoughts, a stillness in action, a meaning of the void in my heart..the blank spaces that i do not understand.. No friends, noone to talk to..And when there's someone, there's

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I was in a lethargic mood today and somehow ended up googling my name.This is what "wiki" has to say..Had to share it as it totally reflects me..You just have to read between lines..LOL!!"Vini is a genus of birds endemic to the islands of the tropical Pacific. They are five extant species of these small lorikeets ranging from eastern Fiji through Samoa, French Polynesia, and as far east as

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( Sir passed away..on Dusshera, 28.09.2009)We love you..That is all i want to say..on behalf of all the students you taught.Personally, there are so many things i want to tell you. For instance, you'll remain my favourite teacher for ever ever. Because you were one teacher who loved teaching, who loved all children like his own, who cared for every child individually.Because you taught me,

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Another day of my life..and the world ushered in another year with the euphoria and optimism associated only with human race.Are the "Happy New Year"s really important? Was it happy, the year that was? Or the years that have so swiftly and stealthily passed me by. I do not remember any of those which did not start with atleast a few crackers going off and people screaming and shouting the "Happy

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You ask me with your eyes to forgive youYou are forgiven , unconditionallyYou ask me not to turn away when we meeti promise you'll see my best smile, if we ever did meetYou ask me not to ever hate you,i wish i could,if that's what you think me capable of.If it is any solace to you,i look for you on the roads i take,i think of you every step i take.i feel you in every moment that passesyou are the

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You guys deserve it.A standing ovation.And we give it you with all our heart, a standing ovation from the entire nation, with its broken heart and shaken trust . And we are also proud of the justice you meted out to the nation. You spend Rs. 105,600 this year on national defence, nearly 14.1 per cent of total central government expenditure on "National Defence" undermining the importance of

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Things that need to be spoken about/ written about later..And then, maybe not.1. When i met a friend last week in Delhi, he said, "So, you guys have been murdering Christians? How did you guys become an intolerant lot?" Perspectives can be so different. Everyone saw the volcano erupt, some felt the turbulence beneath and the people who were in midst of things are still burning beneath the surface

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A life forgottonanother rememberedof silence and wordsUnspoken ,unutteredof looks shadedof touches personalof moments stolenfrom time that was never oursThe pain is eternalBut so is the love.

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A storm has been brewing up inside me.I just do not know where to find the vent and how. Last night a friend called to say that i have been very out of touch.. I probably have been. No. No probably(s) " about it. I have been. Full stop.It isn't because i have been quiet. On the contrary, life's become more hectic if that was possible.There is so much to write about. Next few days i am going to

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Life teaches you a lesson. You miss it. You forget it. You ignore it.And then ? You commit the same mistake twice. And this time around, there's no one to blame except one person- Yourself.

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You know what? It's like falling in love. When you've been to a place a zillion times and you still find it new on every visit. When you're still awed by its sheer magnetism. When there's a secret hidden in it's gallis and aromas and you take it in , wanting to savour it forever. When you hate a thousand things about it and still accept it as a part of your being .Yes . It is like love. I think i

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Sometimes, patience just runs out..sometimes your zeal is at an all time low..sometimes nothing seems worthwhile..sometimes, all you want is a break..And i'm taking one..And all i plan to do is to read and catch up on all i have missed out on, walk aimlessly, take in whatever comes my way , talk to friends who have been angry and blocked out because i never managed to answer their calls or call

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Railways started in India in 1853.. And we get a train for Keonjhar in 2008..finally..I am a big fan of Lalu, our Rail Minister . No, not because he ate all the "chara", but simply for the entertainer that he is. Kudos that you've brought railways from the brink of privatisation to the most profit making govenment enterprise.Another reason to celebrate that our CM, Mr Naveen Patnaik has somehow

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It's Valentine's Day. You ask what's the big deal. I ask the same.What's so big about it that the saffron brigrade goes lengths to make sure all rose shops are closed and all shops selling cards and gifts are vandalised and gives a damn that not all road side vendors are Bill Gates and not all shopkeepers have an insurance.Atleast not one that covers all its losses. They burn and picket whatever

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Baba said, "Those who do monumental work don't need monuments." And he lived and died like a monument himself. Indeed no monument can ever match what he did. His actions , his thoughts and his vision surpassed all a person could dream of. Thank You Baba..For being what you were..Thank you for showing the way where others saw none..Thank you for leading when there were no leaders to follow..Thank

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You dial the digits which you say is the sequence of numbers you remember better than your ATM password and give a call to me after five years. Why, i have no idea and neither do you.You say i still love you. You say it's more than ever. And i confess, i do not know. The love that was is a moment frozen in time. I admit i outdid myself in loving you and swore it would be eternity before it died.I

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It has been raining continuously since three days.The clouds have settled on the roads, houses and streets and it's difficult to see beyond a few metres. The temperatures are hanging between 4 to 7 degrees and as i type my fingers feel like stiff long pencils.And still as we unfurl the tricolour in the rain and sing our national anthem, it makes me proud being an Indian. The least we can do on

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After four weeks of a new relationship we had to say our goodbyes. It was great having you here. Virag you taught us a lot about organisational changes happening throughout the world and it was a pleasure to have you here. For those who don't now, Virag , a Hungarian, was an animal rights activist working in an international NGO in London. She came here with her boyfriend Joszef and they

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Sakhshi (not her real name) is 11 years old.Her father died before she knew what a father meant. Her mother committed suicide when Shakshi was just about 9. The reason: she couldn't take in the accusations by everyone around of being a bad omen and incessantly accused of being the reason her husband died. People wouldn't even look at her because that would bring bad luck for the day . And what's

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To Mr / Ms /Madame X, Y and ZBehind the counters At the boutique, eateries,cinema halls, the kirana store,and pretty much anywhere behind any counterAny place in the galaxy Dear Mr / Ms /Madame X, Y and ZI'm sure people do give you a hard time every time they visit you. I'm sure you feel like throwing glasses of water and mugs of anything you have in your hand every time you take an order. I'm

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Nah..no one's got a "gold" ear..It's the freaking cold around this part of the world..My throat's croaking like Vikram Seth's frog, there are two perennial riverlets running down from the viscinity of my nose..Don't know if it's still there because i can't smell anything anymore...It was so sore a few days back from wiping that i've stopped feeling it anymore..also realised i had fever sometime

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I live by my gut feelings and intuitions. And this year i really have a good feeling about it.Last year started on the wrong foot and the whole year was a follow up on that.On the political front , it was literally bang bang bang..from Kashmir to Ram Sethu, from Gujjars of Rajasthan and Gujjus of Modi's Gujurat to burning Mizoram and tense Guwahati, from twin blasts in Lucknow and Hyderabad to

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We are no better than the animals..No, let's not even insult them by comparing them to us..Atleast they don't kill their own..not like we do..To satisfy the needs of power and superiority, we have stooped to levels noone knew existed..In the name of religion , of filthy politics, of fundamentalism of every subject imaginable except the basic fundamentals of life itself...for what reason? to

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I'm tired.And blissfully so.The last time i climbed those hills was when i was still young and a few kilos less.And that was when i was still running and exercising and would never tire.Now it's a totally different story.Anyways that isn't what this is about.It was a trip planned for Virag and Joseph.It's a pleasure showing them around. When there's a pair of new eyes that see your country, your

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Merry Chrismas..:)

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a chapter's closedwell..almost..a year of memoriessome to be cherishedand some forgottonwell..almost..a fistful of friendssome gatheredand some gone foreverwell..almost..a few moments livedto be sippedalongwith that hot coffeeon a lazy afternoonetched on the coffee mugwell..almost..a chapter of experiences typed and setto be printed in the life's presssomeday somedaywhen all chapters are doneyes.

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The first time i met Putli was about two years back.Seven years old then and already a bread winner of the family..She had one of those faces which hold you mesmerised for heaven knows what reason.. like the pull of an unseen magnet..like a moment already familiar before it actually happens..I was on my field tour. After the regular monitoring and feedback sessions from the field functionaries

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If you're looking for your ego to be massagedplease look elsewhere..i don't even find time to massage mineand sure as the sun in the skyi suffer from a superiority complexBig Time!!!if you're trying to hurt mea brilliant suggestionspare the efforti can only be hurt by people i loveand people i lovewill do everythingto keep me away from itif you are out to scare me..it'll just be a funny little

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So you thought it was easy to remember those lines you are supposed to say, look at the camera as if it was your best friend, be totally conscious not to look so, say the lines with the proper intonation and infliction and yet look as if you were born with a camera on you..just change sides..

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the days weave in and out of each otherpromising a new designat the end of every dayinvisible hands of the weavermake a patternsome you can findand chuckleand say "That's Life" And then the rest is still a puzzleto be decipheredonly by the weaver who weavesthe designs not in any bookbut all in his mastermindall a part of the master's planand every piece spun out in uniqueand days weave in and

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Ok..that might seem a done to death line to you..but it still holds true..World AIDS DAY-December 1This post is for all people out there in the world who are living with HIV/AIDS.This one time , i'll let the numbers do the speaking...;Number of people living with HIV in 2007Total 33.2 million [30.6–36.1 million]Adults 30.8 million [28.2–33.6 million]Women 15.4 million [13.9–16.6 million]Children

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If you aren't from my school don't read further..most of it won't make any sense.. and then again..maybe it will..And here it is for all the students of our school..This was the longest time i was away from school.. Almost a year and a half.. and going back to the school you studied in, meeting the teachers who taught you your first lessons in life and re-living those moments is a feeling no

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Today, on my way back from my field tour, as the sun went down and the world got engulfed in darkness, it got me thinking yet again on something that has been plaguing me since some time..Happiness and sadness..Good and bad..light and darkness..all the things that have a duality in existence..Does the absence of one thing mean the presence of another automatically? If there is an absence of light

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I owe this to my friends..all those who have hummed and hawed because i've been out of touch with almost everyone.It's just one of my phases when i needed to get in touch with a very important person in my life-myself.But more on that some other time in some other age..Those who know me won't ask..and those who don't , don't need it anyways...We have a school for Juanga girls with 150 children

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Life..The search for it's meaning..What is it?? Why is it??Is there a duality in everything or do i see it that way?The Hindu philosophy of Karma, of birth and re-birth, of acquired "phala" or "sanskara" ..on one hand where we are told that your "karma" or your deeds will give you results , the good karma- good results and vice versa..and on the other you're asked not to think about the results.

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Looks like there's only one thing there's left to do in my life!!Get MARRIED!!Get married!!!???For the sake of whoever's up there!!!...Am i looking that desperate or good-for-nothing or ..well..desperate's the right word again..All moms and Dads..Please don't take offense..none is meant..But i'm freaking scared of going anywhere now..Anywhere i go i'm asked one question in million different ways.

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Between the clash of my two most favourite people in sports, Federer defeated Pete Sampras in an exhibition match..Well Roger, even if it was a straight sets defeat for your opponent, he did give you a run for your points..not to forget, he's been retired almost 6 years..and definitely out of practice!!Love you both..Rafel, you can wait for another decade for that top slot..But again, you aren't

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There it goes, out of the window..my resolution not to write about the politicians..But these guys are such great entertainers.. Try as you might, can't really ignore them..They just love hogging the limelight..And in what ways..B.S. Yeddyurappa resigned..finally..after a week in power..with all hullaboo of being the first BJP Chief Minister of any south indian state..The hanging balance with a

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The different shades catch the light and change the huesyet againand yet again you're caughtin a whirlwind and a changed directionmoment fliesyou hold ononly time passes you bywith its merciless laughterlooking into your handsyou findthere's nothing to hold

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things change..people move on..and life..it goes on...

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i really didn't want to write about politicians in my blog because they get their due from thousands already.This is just for a show of solidarity to all bloggers out there fighting a silent battle through their mighty words and writey pens.. Sometime back, i had written about mutual blackmail in political throes..Now, we see the implications , from Islamabad to India, from Nondigram to US,

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"The search for my soulmate..so many years, so many lifetimes..my soulmate since before the universe..till later than eternity..my perfect man..my perfect friend..without him the world is worthless..and with him by me, all rags are riches.. The committment to accept, nothing to forget, absolutely nothing to forgive..the confidence that each can build the other from nothing and the knowledge that

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oh God, if you existthis is my prayer to yougive me the strength to go oneven after i think i can'tshow me the way when darkness blindsand let the blindness never be insidehold my hand when i get too lonelybequest me the poise to stand alonelet me not be lost in pretentionsand ever be obscured in a charadelet me always feel the sorrowsi need not happinesswhich is based on others woeslet me not

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i want to go to school too fatheryou, a girl? why,you dream too highwhat need of school for you?am i not a child father?is school not for me?don't i need my lessons in life what lessons girl?isn't the home school enough?isn't your mother the best teacher?doesn't the forest you pick firewood fromteach you the lessons you need?they don't teach cookingor washing utensils and clothesor

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A few days back i made a stop near the local market because i had a pick a few things up. As i was waiting for the driver three little children showed up. You would have seen the type sometime in your life if you live anywhere in India. They have dirtied torn clothes and faces which are difficult to tell apart and those simply magnetic and pitiful innocent eyes. They won't speak a word and the

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I guess you would know about it..Zero waste is a philosophy that aims to guide people in the redesign of their resource-use system with the aim of reducing waste to zero.It believes that if you focus on the productivity of the raw materials, you can generate more in terms of output. We do it while planning all our programmes. It is integrated at the planning level itself so that we save our

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A few days ago, one of my friends asked me about my views on tolerance.He said he had read about it first in "The Argumentative Indian", He told me he'll send me the book. As he still hasn't and i still haven't actually read the book , i wanted to write about it....In my answer to him i'd said,"My take on intolerance wud not really be tolerable to many with those intolerance...Because as i said

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dream dream dreamwho has seen the tomorrow that will bewho holds the moments gone?there's no present, it's a moment gone and moment to comewhat i have is only my dreamsdream where no powers holdno fetters boltthe air is free and so am ino anger, no expectation, no liedream o heart, that's rightly yourslighted rooms and opened doorsnoone to hate and everyone yourssmiles are yours as are tearsno

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I Love You......I Love you..I'm sorry if I never told you that. I'm sorry, I never showed you what I felt....And it's now that you are gone, I'm missing you..more than anyone will ever know..I feel you every moment..I see you smile..( I swear it was lovely smiles you gave me whenever we met..even though it was probably so many times a day..)How long were we together??12 years??Doesn't seem that

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Mom was again at the door, for the umpteenth time . It was later than two in the morning.Where was Bubun? Why was he so late? He never got so late without informing home. He was struggling to make a place for himself in the business. For that he had to travel a lot, meet up people , attend numerous meetings..but he never stayed back so late without telling her.. He atleast gave her a call telling

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This story begins with the birth of "Shona", the beautiful owl...Actually , to be precise , sometime earlier than that..The day her beloved "Shonu" was born..He was perfect..As perfect an owl could be..Big eyes, beautiful coat, elegant beak and a much more beautiful heart..But he had just one tiny flaw. He was mute..He could never speak. As he grew, he heard the world , helped his friends and

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The mirror is brokenthe mirage gonethe love i thought existed wasn't theremy imagination played games with meit was a reflection in the glassmy love for you reflected at mebut you were beyond that one way mirroryou saw melaughed at my foolishnessand i was lost in my fantasythat laughter still tinkleswith the jangling of broken glassi wait with bated breath for the pain to subside

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I sometimes teach.That's when my whim takes me or when i have time from my busy schedule. There's no dearth of students or at least those who pretend to be. They come here to learn different things, mostly vocational courses with as varied courses as driving to electronics to computers to fabric painting and there are about 45 types of courses that we offer...We are a developmental organisation

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...There will always be birth pangs...there will be a few false starts..there will be the pain, yet the committment, the anticipation, the expectation... There will always be a period when i don't know what my offspring will look like..and yet i'll nurture and value every one of them..Each of them will carry my values , my feelings..each of them will have my signature..each of them will reflect

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