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the "blah" page!: Jad Ki Muskan (The Root's Smile)
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Monday, October 15, 2012. Jad Ki Muskan (The Root's Smile). This is one poem that i can never forget. First heard during my 11th grade, I've been wanting to translate it for long. It gives you just one lesson. Translated by Nishath Nizar. Ek din tane ne bhi kaha tha. Jad to jad hi hai. Jivan se sada dari rahi hai. Aur yahi hai uska sara itihas. Ki zameen me muh gadaye padi rahi hai. Esi se to tana hu.
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the "blah" page!: Live a little, love a little
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. Live a little, love a little. Before the glitz, glamour and bling, and much way before grabbing global headlines for having the tallest, biggest or largest ‘whatevers’ and also hosting global events surprising many, the GCC was a much simpler place. The noise was lesser, the cars much grander and the general atmosphere itself was much relaxed. May 26, 2015 at 9:53 PM. You took m...
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the "blah" page!: How We Were Taught Part 2
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Thursday, September 27, 2012. How We Were Taught Part 2. It might look like a nice outdoorsy summer retreat, but if you have sat in Mrs. Bharathi's class, you wouldn't think so. Leaving your old friends is never a good thing. I remember the first time I went to the. It is always difficult shifting schools, and so it was for me too. But the view from the top of the hill – priceless. It was like being r...
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the "blah" page!: the shower cubicle incident
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Saturday, September 27, 2008. The shower cubicle incident. This happened during our tenth grade. We were all on a tour from the school. The tour included places like Thekkadi, Idukki, Munnar and all the scenic places in and around it (now for those of u people who must be thinking – “ where the hell are all these place? We never even knew when the sun shone on our faces. It was freezing cold out t...
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the "blah" page!: July 2013
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Tuesday, July 2, 2013. This story has been chosen for the New Asian Writing's 2013 Short Story Anthology, so i am obligated to give you the link to the story on their website, to prevent duplication of content on the web). But all said and done, i am definitely chuffed to have a short story published for the second time. :). Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New Delhi, Delhi, India.
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the "blah" page!: June 2013
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Monday, June 24, 2013. How We Were Taught Part 4 (surpassing Part 3). The school that provided a cacophony o f memories. I was apparently a giant when I got into VIII-B. And my fashion didn't help me sullen down my gigantism - over-sized shirt with baggy pants (almost like a hobo). I seemed so out of place, even without wanting to. 8211; thereby making her a class favourite for the best teacher ever.
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the "blah" page!: May 2015
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. Live a little, love a little. Before the glitz, glamour and bling, and much way before grabbing global headlines for having the tallest, biggest or largest ‘whatevers’ and also hosting global events surprising many, the GCC was a much simpler place. The noise was lesser, the cars much grander and the general atmosphere itself was much relaxed. Links to this post. This work is li...
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the "blah" page!: October 2012
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Monday, October 15, 2012. Jad Ki Muskan (The Root's Smile). This is one poem that i can never forget. First heard during my 11th grade, I've been wanting to translate it for long. It gives you just one lesson. Translated by Nishath Nizar. Ek din tane ne bhi kaha tha. Jad to jad hi hai. Jivan se sada dari rahi hai. Aur yahi hai uska sara itihas. Ki zameen me muh gadaye padi rahi hai. Esi se to tana hu.
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the "blah" page!: November 2014
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Sunday, November 30, 2014. I am glad I had this year. Just a month to go before the end of the year and I still can’t believe that I haven’t written a single word on this blog. Like a lot lost this year, I think this labour of love too has gone to waste. I think it has a lot to do with the year. Have you ever had a year when you simply hated and loved it for some reason? We have been blinded by our ow...
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the "blah" page!: I am glad I had this year
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Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Sunday, November 30, 2014. I am glad I had this year. Just a month to go before the end of the year and I still can’t believe that I haven’t written a single word on this blog. Like a lot lost this year, I think this labour of love too has gone to waste. I think it has a lot to do with the year. Have you ever had a year when you simply hated and loved it for some reason? We have been blinded by our ow...