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Tongue In Cheek: Babagiri
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Monday, June 6, 2011. The entire nation OD-ed on Baba over the weekend. The news channels dived into detailed panel discussions with the usual suspects, giving an "in-depth analysis" of what really happened, what should have happened, and what could happen in the future. The Chatterati Crowd shared a flood of emotions, ranging from 'aghast' to 'disturbed'. Have been published already. And ofcourse all office talk is Baba based ( “We need to be on the fast track! Not 'fast' like Baba! For starters, I had ...
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Tongue In Cheek: Vote for.. vote for...
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Friday, July 6, 2007. Vote for. vote for. 17 That’s the number of times I voted for the Taj Mahal. And tomorrow I will get to know whether all my various fake IDs worked towards getting the Taj into the coveted and exclusive list of the 7 Wonders of the (new) World. I got angry email messages ( “Does India Care? 8220;Last chance to redeem our beloved Taj”. 8220;Doob maro kutton.”. Lists by their very nature play more on the principle of exclusion rather than inclusion. If you are excluded, you just h...
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Tongue In Cheek: Plump-Fog-Villain-Heir ....... a guide on how to make an award winning TRASHY movie....
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Thursday, January 15, 2009. Plump-Fog-Villain-Heir . a guide on how to make an award winning TRASHY movie. The whole world is going ga-ga-goo-goo over Slumdog Millionaire. India’s ‘chatterrati’ have quickly appropriated the movie as Indian. pretty much the same way Kolkata claims that Mother Teresa is Bengali. Also Maradona Da ; ). The queen of glib gaggle, Shobha De, wrote a painfully pretentious piece on ToI the other day. Commenting on the movie she gushes:. 8220;And the first thought that came to min...
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insanity / ennui: June 2008
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008. The chicken and the duck. Softly kneaded into the senses was the taste of honey. She put her tongue to it cautiously. Exploding in a fury of rain drenched skin. Hands that sought another's. Lips that craved another's. Chocolate and vanilla rum truffles. Senses tested beyond their limit. All other deviations shut down one by one. Until sunlight poured in through the cobwebbed window panes. A small corner of the room was lit up. She sat there gazing into her soul.
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insanity / ennui: June 2009
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009. 8220;You just sit there… don’t look up. Don’t look in the eye. Don’t look! 8230;act as if he’s invisible. He’ll just go away… or else the light will turn green and soon you’ll drive away. You’ll be home and then you can forget about it.” These are the first thoughts. How did we ever organize ourselves in this society this way? Who made the rules? I don’t know. I’ve run away every time. I’ve never checked it out. Who put them there in the first place? The simple fact of life: ...
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Itinerant: India, Governance, the Railway Budgets and the coming future
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In the end, all our stories, they are the same. No matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story : of youth and loss and the yearning for redemption -: Rohinton Mistry. Saturday, July 04, 2009. India, Governance, the Railway Budgets and the coming future. China's technocratic governance is a model worth examining. We, in India, should be looking to learn from China then perhaps, we can imagine competing. Thanks, even if back handed, the compliments are welcomed. But who may you be?
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insanity / ennui: January 2010
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Thursday, January 21, 2010. 23 days: a tale of toughening up. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). In a gilded cage.very beautiful inside.but it's just as amazing outside.wonder if i should open the door. View my complete profile. Awesome Art by Anjali. 23 days: a tale of toughening up. Click for a free hit counter. All information, facts, opinions, interests, anger, invective, ire, sarcasm, intentioned finger pointing are my own views. they belong to no organization or member of any organization!
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insanity / ennui: present
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Saturday, May 30, 2009. I'm in a dangerous mood. wanna do something crazy and spontaneous. i hate my existence where each moment is recorded and tagged and verified and corrected and placed in custody. He can't come, i can't go. I yearn. Oopli tuplis. Why do we work? So that we have ample time for leisure. i work and then work some more. so does he. i wait, so does he. Saturday, May 30, 2009 9:33:00 PM. Till than happy longing. One day the bridge would be crossed. Monday, June 01, 2009 12:38:00 AM.
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insanity / ennui: May 2011
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011. Salt river and the snake. It takes a very long time to get unused to something in life, especially if it's the good things of our small little petty existence. Thank god it's raining outside. at least some succor to my heartburn. I seem to be sighing a lot more. taking a lot more deep breaths. i'm this close to shutting my phone off. i guess it's always the worst before it gets better. or so i choose to rationalize and fool myself. And all i want is a classic 500! All information, ...
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insanity / ennui: The Aufbau Principle
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009. 8220;You just sit there… don’t look up. Don’t look in the eye. Don’t look! 8230;act as if he’s invisible. He’ll just go away… or else the light will turn green and soon you’ll drive away. You’ll be home and then you can forget about it.” These are the first thoughts. How did we ever organize ourselves in this society this way? Who made the rules? I don’t know. I’ve run away every time. I’ve never checked it out. Who put them there in the first place? The simple fact of life: ...
