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let this be here as a reminder . 3 years is what you have in your hand. your priorities are very clear there is a vision and there is a dream and if you could make it so far- then success is just 2 words away vision- action - PERSISTENCE - DISCIPLINE its taken some 28 odd years for those ethos to take shape never let go off them! for this is a land where money rules and like you already

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The earth is there But the rains have stopped midway Let me be in love again Let me 'see' the beauty around Let me write again Let me write again Let me write again

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The geography lessons in school and the Bollywood flicks had helped me visualize Punjab in one frame – golden paddy fields, a turbaned Sikh walking on the kucha road and his two naughty kids scrambling towards the horizon.After many years, when an academic project demanded that I travel to the land of 5 rivers, I was more than just excited. I had the best company at hand- Reenu and Ritu; the

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A few days back (or has it been months??), I happened to go through a link that popped up on Anjali Menon’s wall - sharing one’s childhood memories.  I was surprised and amazed by the response, more importantly the memories each one associated with their own. Surely we are nothing but a bunch of memories! Now how could I resist writing on this? Childhood is one phase that I have always

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image courtesy: Hitha I walk through…When your butt is literally stuck to a swiveling chair for about 11 hours a day, walking happens to be the most happening of an activity in your otherwise mundane life! This small endeavor that takes me home is filled with interesting subjects worth being observed, worth being heard and worth being felt.So the race begins from Sree Moolam club junction which

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Water water everywhere….5.30pm. The last byte had been shot and it was time to head back. There was an 8 hour journey ahead of them and everyone was tired. Murugan suggested that they head to the river.  The waters would refresh them. Team yatra set out for Bhavanipuzha!Anuroop the producer, Varun the cameraman, Kiran the assistant cameraman, Mahesh the driver, Praveen the anchor, all

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‘mile sur mera thumhara….’The visuals of the metro train, then of a beautiful Bengali woman clad in sari singing ‘amor shur tomar shur….’ developed within me an instant liking for Calcutta. [First thing I learnt from Gargee, my fellow Bengali traveler in train was this particular song].  At times when my belief in the paranormal was on the high, I have even come to think of my previous

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One among many…I was at the reservation counter of Thampanoor railway station to have my ticket booked for yet another travelling experience. For me, railway stations, markets, malls all serve as venues for people watching. Smart women rarely make their presence felt, so I was kind of intrigued by the chic smart lady behind the counter. I had first noticed her a year back or so. This was the

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And a Brahmin was born…My interests were many and varied. So it was sheer will that helped me excel in all that I got involved. Whether it was astrology or arts or music, there was no one who paralleled me. I had it all. An intellect that was unmatched. An empire which flourished under my rule. A kingdom where even the poorest drank from golden goblets. A palace which was known far and wide for

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There came this point in my life when I felt that I had to be ALONE. Took the map of India- zeroed in 3 of the places- Ahmedabad, Goa and Mumbai. The card fell for Goa. So there I was with a suitcase bundled with things to last for the next 6 months at the Karmali railway station. My destination- Panaji [pronounced as Paanjim], the capital of Goa. Around Panjim ….Most of you might head to Goa

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And I thought it was like a bubbleFloating high and hightaking in the essence ofall that was aroundReflecting all that was around Like all of them did it burstAnd it burst so soon And it was a bubblethat burst so soonSending showers to all that was aroundShowers on the blooming flowersShowers on the glistening leaves a shock through my tender hearta chill down my spineAnd it was a bubble that

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SHISHUHATYA Krishna was one of the serials I regularly watched in the 90’s. That’s how I chanced upon Kamsan, the villain. The scene that was to haunt me was the one in which he kills the babies born to his sister Devaki. He would smash the newborns onto a rock. Such scenes were quite horrifying for me to bear, so I would shut my eyes tight and close my ears with my hands.  It made me

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It was not the first time that they had fought. He had been rude enough to have mocked her sincerity towards the relationship. And she was equally rude to have showered him with abusive words.  She didn’t feel obliged to stay back. He didn’t feel obliged to call her back. She came out of the restaurant, clueless as she was about the direction she took, confused as she was about the

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I was probably in my 5th standard, when I first remember having seen a play. It was organized by a Malayalee organization ‘kairali’ as part of their Onam celebrations in Mumbai. My parents, big-time fans of kadhikan Sambasivan could not take me to his ‘kadhaprasangam’, so a play came in like compensation. I sat there, among the crowd, watching the people transforming into characters, the

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For they say that life is a journey... Once one of my friends who had visited my orkut profile had casually mentioned that my photo album resembled more like a travel guide. So if I started a blog, the primary purpose, more than anything was to share my travelling experience. REWIND I remember having heard my ma talk about my pa travelling to many places, adding that Librans have the trait of

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I was just going past through my old photographs, and I saw this little girl staring back at me, a stranger at best, a mischievous one at that and so full of energy. It not only questioned my very existence as myself but also brought within me the urge to write about a period that was buried in the bottom realms of my brain. MY CHILDHOODI was always running, behind butterflies, behind toy

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My friends were getting married and I could see their faces reflecting a happiness never seen before. But more than sharing their happiness, weddings have turned out to be occasions to show off the family grandeur. Well it is really important on a psychological level to look your best on this BIG day, and make it a pompous affair. But is that marriage is all about? I was also one of those

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