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Hari Om!

2012-02-20T15:23:00.000+05:30

‘Hari Om…. Hari Om!’ chanted the sadhu seated in the opposite berth of the train. Rimi was a little apprehensive of their overnight journey, when she saw that they were supposed to share the train compartment with two sadhus and an attendant of theirs. Although they were supposed to be men of God, Rimi has always been scared and apprehensive of them. This was, by far, the closest she had

Love - It Just Happens

2012-02-16T00:02:00.002+05:30

Love for our parents, siblings, and our relatives is a different kind of love. It's a shared love, a common love, when trust comes naturally. It's an expected love, we grow up just knowing they love us. It's a simple easy love. There is nothing like the love of family. Even when the world turns against you, your family will be there. Then we grow up and learn a totally different kind

Valentine's Day

2012-02-11T18:31:00.000+05:30

What will Neeraj gift me today? Will he at all remember about today? Will he propose to me? Shall I agree and jump with joy? These and questions like these stormed through Meera’s mind from the moment she checked the calendar and it showed 14th February. It was the day of love or Valentine’s Day. Neeraj and Meera had become synonymous to each other, they were always together, be it in

When You Were Sad

2012-02-06T15:32:00.004+05:30

When you were sad, life was an unwelcome intrusion. Sun rays couldn’t dispel the clouds of gloom. Rain couldn’t wash away the grime of sorrow, from my hurting heart’s window pane. The birds didn’t sing or they chirped off tune. The flowers wilted away, they forgot to bloom. Nature mourned with me, Universe also cried, Rainbows hid in the dark caverns of grey skies. When you were

Love = Sau Gram Zindagi

2012-02-03T13:27:00.005+05:30

How about talking about love without bringing the lovebirds in the park into your hawking view finder? Lonesome winsome hearts don’t look forlorn at their long lingering shadows, because someone in the past had said- “yuck, ugly duck! Who the hell gonna dance with you- Ya wish me Valentine? Ya gotta wish your mama valentine! Haa haa haa!” Well she was right! Love is not a parcel to be

LOVE IS IN THE AIR...

2012-02-03T00:15:00.001+05:30

With valentine's day approaching everything seems to be playing cupid's songs and everywhere there is pink and red hues decorating a huge canvas of love....but these pics have none of the above specified...well... lets say things...yet they have the innocence of pure love peeking through every shade and tint hidden in them...:) Photo © Vaisakhi Mishra Photography

Oh Love! You are mine

2012-01-31T21:01:00.001+05:30

I wish the sky to show me the Sun today; the sunshine of the first day of February that should have warmth of yours, and the clumsiness that your open hairs had on me. I wish if it could cover my face again. The flowers have already bloomed. I wish them to hold their fragrance good till you hold my hands again. My hands are empty though, but I know you would be holding them wherever you

The Norway Controversy (Norway splits Indian family)

2012-01-29T02:19:00.001+05:30

Have you heard about norway controversy? Something like Norway splits Indian family ? Here is a small gist Norway child protection authorities took away kids of Anurup Bhattacharya and his wife Sagarika.It all happened when the day care owner where their son Abhigyan(2.5 years) used to go, reported to child protection agencies that he displayed autistic tendencies. Child

Justin Biebers – Well, too many of them

2012-01-24T13:18:00.000+05:30

While action denotes pro-activeness, reaction is a pretty defensive mode in any form of art. Action brings about cultural changes, creates generations and decides the future course that art will take. Reaction on the other hand dances to the tune of the slowest recipient to change. The talking point of this article is the case of Bieberic slaughter of action and the ritualistic

India, have you heard of the lady named Sharmila?

2012-01-15T11:23:00.005+05:30

(Image courtesy : reverbnation) Have you dear reader? Irom Sharmila Chanu … rings a bell? No? Heard of Anna Hazare / Baba Ramdev / Jan Lokpal bill ? Of course! Welcome to India. The country that proudly defends its photogenic National Integration. Irom Chanu Sharmila , tagged as the world’s strongest hunger striker , is

Poetry and Race in the United States

2012-01-06T04:59:00.000+05:30

Rita Dove Race and ethnicity have been topics of concern in the United States since the first explorers landed on its shores. Even in this day and age, these issues lurk beneath the surface and in some cases, figure prominently in matters of everyday life. Recently, it was made clear that even the world of poetry is not immune. Pulitzer Prize winner and former US poet laureate Rita Dove

Faces Of INDIA

2011-12-29T13:46:00.006+05:30

Mr. AP Sharma didn’t let his voice go low ever, even when his hands were busy in labeling the plant cell organelle. He was discussing the functioning of each component of cell in his biology class. “Students! The study about cells was developed gradually, with every upcoming small development. And these developments resulted due to talented foreign scientists”, the teacher went on.“1665,

2011 and the Kolaveri Phenomenon

2011-12-21T06:33:00.000+05:30

Okay so 2011 is drawing to a close. 2011 was an extraordinary year in the history of India. So many achievements to boast about, a dozen scandals and scams to spoil India's reputation and what not! But the biggest of all was a song that shook the masses. Yeah, you guessed it right. "Why this Kolaveri di" is THE song on everyone's lips. So, here's a look at eleven major events of 2011, in

Helping Hands are Better than Praying Lips

2011-12-01T12:06:00.001+05:30

Sometimes people say that they really want to help the needy,and that's it.If you really want to help then go and help.The question is who or what is stopping you from helping them.Don't tell me that it's because of your family problems that you can't manage to help others,that's a big joke.You and your family already have a lot more than you actually need.So go out and help others when you

Internships

2011-11-29T06:24:00.001+05:30

One of the major and frequently asked questions by an employer during the interview is: "Do you have work experience?" This is that one important question that will determine your destiny. In today's corporate world, having prior work experience will give you a big edge over the other candidates during interview. So, the next question, where do we gain that experience? A student's

Music Mania

2011-11-25T19:28:00.001+05:30

For all music maniacs out there, here is some good news! Chennai's Little Babooshka's Grind(LBG), an Indie rock band has been selected to represent the south for the Ray Ban Never Hide Sounds Contest on the 4th of December. LBG is Chennai's most popular rock band, consisting of three brothers (Arjun, Avneet and Aum Janakiram), Maynard and Praveen Hiendrich. Formed in 1999, LBG has two

Freedom is in the words of a poet

2011-11-22T11:07:00.001+05:30

Freedom is in a bird soaring high For it can dare to claim sky its own And flip its open wings in joyous flight. Freedom is in a droplet of water For it can dissolve in the grand ocean And never worry about drying up. Freedom is in the wind For it can dissolve in thin air And whistle around hills and vales the songs of freedom. Freedom is in the death For it liberates

Don't take Cides!

2011-11-22T08:05:00.001+05:30

"Did you here the news?" Malini burst into the Dorm. She was panting. "Wassup? Anything wrong?" Shobana asked anxiously. She got up from the chair and went to her. "Ranjith...Ranjith"-Malini couldn't continue. She burst into tears. "What happened to him?" "He....he died. Failed , so suicide..." Malini lost her coherent speech, and sobbed still more. Shobana froze. Over the last

The Prisoner

2011-11-13T17:57:00.002+05:30

Behind the dark walls His past life awaits him. Of murder and of theft He was convicted Age; young and ignorant Led its triumph but behind the bars Of failure, torment and prison. For years, in the company of saddened self He mourn’d, lament’d and cried Of the freedom he dreamt Behind the walls he couldn’t climb. But time fled And wrinkles got crowded Prisoners came and went

Right> RIght? rIGHt? OH NOW it's RIGHT!

2011-11-09T23:47:00.000+05:30

The Left Red Riding hood of my state has seen his last days gathering the Right moss- a bit of colour correction and some more objectivity added to it. Let’s say- the some Indianite Wordsworth gave birth to some impulses and the lady heralded the big bang fall. Its big cousin the Theory is still proving its point in the urn of atomic projects. Yet are we aware of Right? The smart

Why Should I Feel this Guilt?

2011-11-03T19:52:00.000+05:30

Hello again, I know it's been a while, but I wanted to share a story with you, well actually not a story but thoughts..... Today I will lead you down the path of love, love lost, and the guilt of moving on. Love walks in and our world changes in many ways, the colors surrounding us appear to be more vivid, our sense of taste, touch and smell awakes, our heart seems to have a mind of it's

Pen, writing the memory of world

2011-10-24T21:03:00.000+05:30

Of world, high and low, Pen flows and reaches around the world. Of thoughts, idealistic and great, Pen runs the thoughts, and catapults the idea. Of history, the wars and epoch, Pen immortalises eras through ages. Of man, crude and ignorant, Pen reads and teaches the worldly wisdoms. Of love, celebrated and cherished, Pen scents it with songs and pleasure. Of books, the trapped thoughts of

Celebrating Love

2011-10-19T14:33:00.002+05:30

Behind the curling clouds, Inside the heart of a peaceful valley A damsel near to my heart Who reigns in my dream Awaits me To fill her lives With love, joy and dreams. Our love, to be nurtured With more love And our trust, to be strengthened With more trust That which shall defy the distance And bury the days of aloofness In the tides of flowing darkness Awaits

Someone Somewhere...

2011-10-11T20:39:00.002+05:30

Shayad main zindagi ki sahar le ke aa gaya Qaatil ko aaj apne hi ghar le ke aa gaya... Taa-Umr Dhundta raha manzil main ishq ki Anjaam Ye ke garde safar le ke aa gaya... Nashtar hai mere haath mein kaandhon pe maikada Lo main ilaaze dard-e-jigar le ke aa gaya... ‘Fakir’ sanam kade mein na aata main lautkar Ik zakhm bhar gaya tha idhar le ke aa gaya... Shayad main zindagi

Just for the moment.....

2011-10-04T00:44:00.000+05:30

He lay still on her chest. There was absolute silence in the room, except for some rumbling from the air conditioner and the various machines attached to her body. But these sounds were not enough to disturb him and stop him from listening to the rhythm of her heart. He heard it loud and clear, just as he had heard her voice the first time he met her...... A 4th year medical student