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Desipience: November 2009
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A blog.or something like it. Monday, 23 November 2009. It isn’t without regret that I narrate my tale, though. The stubborn refusal to hit the books that took flight on the lofty perches of ‘I won’t join the IIMs even if I make the cut’. Has now fallen into the more familiar depths of ‘if only I’d started studying earlier.’. Not for the first time, the Department of Electrical Engineering has done all it possibly coiuld to make a nuisance of itself, by lining up tests right till the end of the month.
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Desipience: May 2010
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A blog.or something like it. Wednesday, 12 May 2010. Destiny has joined the ranks of God, milk chocolate and Cristiano Ronaldo in the elite list of things I can't make up my mind about. Far too often have I seen the plans and schemes of men go up in flames without rhyme or reason. I suppose life's course is determined more by the choices we don't get to make than the ones we do. For the first time in a while, I went to the Ganga Canteen for a snack today. Friends and acquaintances from the. Just before I...
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Desipience: Doldrums
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A blog.or something like it. Sunday, 2 May 2010. I woke up this morning promptly at the stroke of eight, defiantly resisting the ever-alluring alternative of the snooze button. The smell of wet earth still lingered in the air. Petrichor, I think, is the word for it. For once, I remembered to pour coffee powder into my filter (Yes, thank you PPT. For the fourth time this week, I sit down with a copy of. Gone With The Wind,. Waits on my bookshelf, as do. The amazing winds last night brought back fond memor...
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Desipience: Empty Spaces
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A blog.or something like it. Monday, 15 February 2010. Heaven knows I’m a hypersomniac of the first order. There are few things I enjoy more than slipping into the warm embrace of my quilt at the end of a hard (which, like everything else in the world, is a relative term) day’s work. The same old routine was repeated this Friday. A high-octane Meta v Mech football game and a three-hour sermon on desh bhakti. Nevertheless, true-believers that we were, we walked. We walked until our. This is what you kept ...
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Desipience: Upsilamba
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A blog.or something like it. Wednesday, 7 July 2010. My first memory of life in Flat No. 704 is of borrowing Cousin B's camera for taking a picture of the view from my balcony. With me in the foreground, of course. As one Vincent van Gogh would concur, self-portraits are no mean task and my dozen odd attempts were all in vain, (quite like the ones. For now, I'll just look forward to Bangalore and the deluge of nostalgia and hope that comes with it. PS: I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches too! Plus,...
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Desipience: February 2010
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A blog.or something like it. Monday, 15 February 2010. Heaven knows I’m a hypersomniac of the first order. There are few things I enjoy more than slipping into the warm embrace of my quilt at the end of a hard (which, like everything else in the world, is a relative term) day’s work. The same old routine was repeated this Friday. A high-octane Meta v Mech football game and a three-hour sermon on desh bhakti. Nevertheless, true-believers that we were, we walked. We walked until our. Gaylord in the making.
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Desipience: The Last Stand
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A blog.or something like it. Wednesday, 12 May 2010. Destiny has joined the ranks of God, milk chocolate and Cristiano Ronaldo in the elite list of things I can't make up my mind about. Far too often have I seen the plans and schemes of men go up in flames without rhyme or reason. I suppose life's course is determined more by the choices we don't get to make than the ones we do. For the first time in a while, I went to the Ganga Canteen for a snack today. Friends and acquaintances from the. Theres always...
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Desipience: October 2009
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A blog.or something like it. Saturday, 17 October 2009. You can’t help but wonder how your life could possibly get any worse when you spend Diwali all by yourself mechanically swallowing an insipid breakfast of oat-porridge and milk. I have turned off my mobile phone and shut myself indoors, in the hope that solitude will provide some sort of solace. It doesn’t, and for the fourth consecutive year in a row, Diwali is spent longing for home. My first trip to the ‘Pat. Sunday, 4 October 2009. There was a t...
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Desipience: July 2010
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A blog.or something like it. Wednesday, 7 July 2010. My first memory of life in Flat No. 704 is of borrowing Cousin B's camera for taking a picture of the view from my balcony. With me in the foreground, of course. As one Vincent van Gogh would concur, self-portraits are no mean task and my dozen odd attempts were all in vain, (quite like the ones. For now, I'll just look forward to Bangalore and the deluge of nostalgia and hope that comes with it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Desipience: June 2010
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A blog.or something like it. Monday, 28 June 2010. Of toys and stories. The allegories don't end there. There is another scene that seemed straight out of 1984. And another that smacked of Holden Caulfeld-esque cynicism. Toy Story 3 is, in many ways, the most complete movie ever made. Or perhaps I am just reading too much into a Pixar flick where toys talk, fall in love and do lots of other crazy stuff. Thursday, 10 June 2010. Smoke through a keyhole. Do our inner and outer selves ever match up? Cancer D...