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Faux-UnPaused!: Dammit, will you bloody FIGHT?
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Thursday, January 3, 2013. Dammit, will you bloody FIGHT? Featuring one of the most powerful posts I've read in quite sometime. The author is a friend and colleague. Dammit, will you bloody FIGHT? When I was 14-years-old, I was attending a school about 20 kms away from home. I used to travel to school by train with my elder sister. Suddenly, I felt someone pinch my ass. I turned around immediately and saw a guy right behind me, reaching out again. My sister then ...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 04/08/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Sunday, April 8, 2012. I’m almost on my way to becoming a journalist*. So, before the course ends, I thought, I should write. The thought of making assumptions and adding opinions had managed to keep me off the Blogosphere for long. In retrospect, when you write for a living, the lines blur—the lines between what’s personal and what’s professional. Can you write about what a nice day you had interviewing a source who was ultra nice to you? And, even as I write, I...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 12/18/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Tuesday, December 18, 2012. She sat in front of her computer, typing away furiously. She wrote and cried, wrote a bit more, bit her lip, clawed at her face, but she continued nevertheless. She shook, she shivered. Dabbing her eyes with a tissue; she tried to let her mind rein in on her emotions. She took a deep breath, moved back and forth on her chair. You can do this, she repeated to herself, while touching her keyboard fondly. She had made peace with the disco...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 07/16/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Monday, July 16, 2012. Compiling memories of the last days. May 3, 2012. Two more days to go before we're officially kicked out of the college. Kicked out of our rooms. Kicked out of Kumbalgodu. The journey has been short. The journey has been mental. Frustating. Exhilarating. Embarassing. Tiring. Rewarding. June 11, 2012. Well yes. Post the graduation, we cried. We parted. We started a new journey.(PS- I started working in the meantime.). Thank god it rained tha...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 08/06/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Monday, August 6, 2012. Looking at Aradhane from the periphery. This new avatar as a journalist has me questioning a lot of things I previously took for granted, things that I thought was fairly basic and fundamental. For example, consider the aradhane. Let me give you a little bit of intro- This was 341. The number of devotees that throng mutts is enormous. The middle name Beegamudre should point you in the right direction. Before that could end, another started...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 12/20/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Thursday, December 20, 2012. So there was a rape. You know which rape I’m talking about. Bang in the national capital. In a moving bus. That went undetected through a police check point. The victim, a 23-year old girl, was thrown out of the bus into a wilderness. She sustained critical injuries and had to have her intestines removed. All through this, the social media, which includes me, posted a gazillion outrage messages and pictures, and signed petitions.
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Faux-UnPaused!: 03/11/13
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Monday, March 11, 2013. When a City speaks. From the face of it, a city is not peaceful. It’s a health hazard. It’s maddening. It breeds and brings out a sub-species in us, a part of us that we never knew existed. Look deeply, and no, you don’t see anything different. Beyond a point, the madness only intensifies. But that doesn't mean a city’s bad. Far from it. It has its idiosyncrasies. It doesn't venture into conversations anymore. Through its endless t...A cit...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 06/15/11
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Anyway, I digress, a lot. I know. Let’s get back into the story. And I will still refer to me as her. I would like to see how the experiment turns out. And the third party experiment is over! Like they haven’t raked in enough moolah with the 2g spectrum! 2) Paper-Reading-First-Bench-Uncle: Well he looks old! But he’s in IT. So I guess he can’t be older than 40! Anyway, Paper-Reading-First-Bench-Uncle is always accompanied by I-talk-only-...
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Faux-UnPaused!: Glut - of several kinds
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Friday, August 24, 2012. Glut - of several kinds. If one had looked down to the earth from outer space on July 31, both North India and parts of North America probably showed thick strokes of black, although for two very different reasons. When oil is pumped from an oil well, natural gas also is recovered. While oil is stored, natural gas is processed and the remnants, which are unusable, are ignited using gas flares. Typical gas flares Image courtesy:Wikimedia.
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Faux-UnPaused!: 08/13/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Monday, August 13, 2012. There were three of them. 8220;My favorite car is … Esteem,” a girl, the eldest of the three said. The younger ones, a girl and a boy, watched her in awe, stumped by her brilliance. They didn’t know how to top her choice. 8211; asked the little girl, attempting to understand how god could give her all the good ideas. Because I like how it looks! The boy was silent. My favorite car is Esteem! Why is Esteem your favourite car? Next day, the...
