tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364164686611790362026-04-08T01:20:04.417-07:00If I were really good, I would talk to u more often. If I were the moon, I would always shine. If I were a book, I would be a delight. If I were a train, I would be late again.Manjarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05919268877337577685noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536416468661179036.post-79570038885558092362014-04-12T02:52:00.001-07:002014-04-12T02:52:40.061-07:00

“He was the leopard who changed his spots; he was the worm that turned. He was the shifting sands and the ebbing tide. He was moody as the sky, circular as the seasons, nameless as glass. He was chameleon, changeling, all things to all men and nothing to any man." From ‘Grimus’ 

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She lowered her head to avoid the harsh winds She tried to tame her wind whipped hair Sitting on a bench, she contemplated life She realised how remarkable each chapter was Filled with love and amorous sentiments She gauged at her sequestered life Not afraid of shadows around her anymore She rose to leave after waiting in the wings And walked the way home alone She wanted him to turn

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I met a friend sometimes back, let’s call her Jasmine. She looked quite the same, except that she had put on a lot of weight and had put on some make-up to conceal those freckles which appeared before time. Time isn’t always the best healer, I thought… she smiled at me as if she understood the underlying thoughts. I started some conversation fleetingly so that there is no discomfort in the air.

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While having lunch at work, we started to discuss hobbies… few other females joined in. Larger part of the group said they can go around spending spades of time in shopping. They said if left in the shopping mall from morning to evening, they can tirelessly choose and reject dresses, jewellery and et al. Other common hobby was cooking. They said they love to cook and experiment with dishes.

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I have begun this year with a reflective and contemplative mood. This year, unlike the all past years has started moderately without the hullabaloos and uproar of parties or revelries. After coming back from work on 31st, I wasn’t very keen on going anywhere. Guess I have become one hell of a lazy bum. V said he will like to do what I wished to do since he didn’t have specific plans. For

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I am often asked why am I not proud of my nation. My answer is simple, I never felt that this nation loves or cares for its people. Call me whatever but I am not proud of my country. After SC gave its verdict on LGBT's rights and re-criminalized homosexuality, I felt sorry for the country... for it can not even feel the anger, disgust and disappointment it has created in people. This

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I read something while at work today and it reminded me of Ayn Rand… I realized that no other author has gathered enough grit and confidence to write that we are selfish and being selfish is not a crime. I remembered how I loved these from her books: “I swear by my life, and my love of it, that I’ll never live for the sake of other man, nor ask another man to live for mine.” And I also

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And the wind blows again Some more drops fall  And the wind beckons My coral made bones  Nestles my frame in hug  Absorbs my conscience  And the wind blows again Flitting the leaves hard  Pebbles shine as the rays fall Tessellating the road  It addled my brains  And I stood in a frail frame

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I thought to myself today if I have become a grown-up. I wondered if now I am supposed to have that regal poise when I talk about me or when somebody asks me what I want for my birthday. The thought arose when my birthday just went by and I didn't feel sad about it. I remember, when I was a child my birthdays were of supreme importance. Anything else around my birthday was a mere footnote

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When I was leaving for work, it started to rain. It being a Saturday, the traffic was smooth and to appease me further it looked beautiful outside. Spots on the drenched road shone like moonlight. We stopped at a signal and I saw a girl with a blue umbrella... The umbrella flew with the wind, handle broke and a part ripped a little. She tried hard to contain the last straw to help herself

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Today while my cabbie drove me hovering over potholes, scraping against hordes of vehicles, impassively crossing the traffic signals, breaching every damn traffic law and hurtling towards all those monstrous trucks I realized how it feels when you are having a cardiac arrest. You gather ‘Numb’ is not just a Pink Floyd number and ‘Jaded Fuck’ is not just a stupid display on 8-Bit video game...

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After I landed at Heathrow, London the first thing after unwinding which V and I did was watch ‘Mama-Mia’ at West end. The musical laid all the love on me and I fell hook, line & sinker for the beautiful cast. It was indeed the best welcome. Second day at London was remarkable because my cousin M took me to the finest of London streets and introduced me to their manner and style. We

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X: "The birth day greeting your department sends is good" Me: "Appreciate you like it" Trying to cut the conversation short for I had to rush to a meeting X: "You know our team is very new" Me: "Yea .. ofcourse I know" Forcing a smile now.. And wondering where is he going with this. X: "So I was wondering if the greeting could contain little bit on the person... their department details

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I was scheduling a training program at work. It is one messy job to begin with. You try talking everyone into a common time, which should match with the facilitator, you write polite emails requesting them to do their good and you even drill those mean heretics to follow your norms. It is exhausting! You send them meeting invites; appointment request and even polite emails pleading a

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I have started doodling at work again. Not that I don’t have work, have plenty … but you know how things get sometimes. I was going through few documents which I was supposed to scan. They were old yellow and torn papers which looked like dried leaf from a distance and I held it gingerly fearing it will scatter like the dry leaf. I re-filled my lemon tea. This time of the day apart from my

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A colleague at work showed me her 20 months daughter’s dress. It was a lovely pink top and white skirt. The cloth was so small that even if I wished it to cover my head it would have left it half uncovered. It is so natural for parents to revel in the cuteness of their children. They find their never land in those glorious toothless smile. I can only imagine how beautiful it would be to

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Last Sunday was fun. I went out with bhai, had a hearty meal at ‘Urban Tadka’. Went to Crosswords, and bought few books. While browsing through the books and reading a few paragraphs from few I realized I am subliminally drawn to SR or Salman Rushdie’s books. I read a lot of books written by him and have thoroughly enjoyed every time I read anything written by him, even if it is a small

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I am quite happy that I went for 'Go Goa Gone'. It is a fresh whacked out fun from the usual run of mills. The bumbling trio of Hardik (Kunal khemu), Luv (Vir Das) & Bunny (do not know his name) goes for a rave party in a remote island in Goa after they are bored and bummed in their life. The party and over dose of drugs causes all on 'special drugs' to change into man eating walking

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There was lot of things i would like to improve in the recent film I watched. For starters, the entire second half. The predictable whodunit part in the part after interval took the plot way below the standards set in the first half of the movie. Bobo (Emraan) is an accomplished clairvoyant and magician who does amusing tricks and is loved by audience; his live-in girlfriend, Tamara (Huma)

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Read this: Robert Frost driving on an expressway “Gee the roads are empty, I will drive uninterrupted.” “Yeah it will be miles to go miles to go, before I beep”

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I thought of a lot of things in the morning of which I would have written today. But I realize, I am left with half chewed words now. So I will write something off the track. I am still restless, my mood is still frigging volatile and I still feel emptiness because V is not here, with me. ******* Every night I check face book thinking how people spend spades of time face-booking. The

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Today while reading short stories by Roald Dahl I came across a poignant tale. The crispness of the story reminded me of few excerpts from ‘Catcher in the rye’. It was one of the books I took time to complete but remains etched in my mind and heart. The details of pain cannot be re-written the way Salinger has in this book. I started to think if it is normal for people to enjoy pain. Or is

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I watched 'Samantha Who’ today and I laughed hard. Bhai doesn’t enjoy watching tv series so after he was through with IPL I watched it while having dinner. It was nice after a tiring day at Borivali. I came across few nasty things in the morning so I got worked up and was in a pretty foul mood. V called from London and he said he could sense that I am pretty upset… didn’t tell him why but I

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Mumbai has become hot...really hot. Today while I was coming back from my office canteen to my building I reckoned how excruciating the heat has become. The dry, parched land and the blinding sun flashing ruthlessly on you is too much to take.  I went out with an office colleague. She had some stuff to buy and I tagged along for buying few goodies. But stepping out of air conditioned

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