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the leaves they break from their tenuos joints and sway down over the hot black earth at the hint of a breeze they dont bend softly as you walk over them they crackle and crumble under your stead the picket did not save them them trees that still stand tall with a little green patch over their heads waiting for rains to fall the little weeds needed to die so they say and trees will grow again

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a sexy woman walked into the lift todayin the sweltering heat of mumbai she wore grey tweed dress unmissablewith a wide and plunging necklineand all of us gawked.i imagined my baggy clad woman colleague sayingchee.... women todayi imagined her male colleagues trying hard to look nowhere but her eyes i was the only one she caught smilinghey, i wanted to call out... i am not smilingi am just,

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an old colleague called me up after 6 years, yesterday. he who used to be so shy and reticent was talking nineteen to a dozen about how i have been the best 'boss', how i kept my team together, how there used to be a feelgood feeling when i was around. how i should be back in that organisation since now it is ridden only with talkers and no doers, he said.i did roll my eyes once a while and tried

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Jenna came into my life by accident. Like when you press * by mistake and the good people keep changing your dialler tune for you. She professes through countless emails that she ís my friend and sends across psychic reading for me. (I might have done some good deeds in my past life for her to worry about me so much). Imagine, in today's world when you have to pay even to take a leak, Jenna does

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that I bumped into through some other blogThe Sun Vs cliched Darksunshine :) You are The Sun Happiness, Content, Joy.The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes

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Timbre of voicesHalf heardImaginations of far away unsaid conversationsDrone of meaningless fillersSmile-laugh-mechanically respondThink of what to say nextNot to leaveNot to stayBeware of what you want, coz you might get itBeware of what you proclaim, lest the bluff be called

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I Am The Silent SpectatorThe wordless AudienceThe Indifferent TimekeeperOf That Which Passes ByThat...Called, My Life

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with abandon they sleepafter a days' labourof searching for food and shelterof searching for family@ a relief camp in supaul district, bihar.

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the village was one among many which was flooded not directly by the swollen kosi but by incessant rains trapped in faulty infrastructure.this is a yearly feature though this year it is worse because of rivers on the rise everywhere.

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chaifriendsjhulaand fresh airwhat more can one want?(music, chicken included)

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i am swirlingi am thereit is the spaceit is the timewant to stay in this cloudwant to flyin the high

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this online music site has made me waste time. made me upload download whatever 15 artists then upload download whatever 45 songs then it does not play. it is not fair. i am a simple small town woman. this should've been simple. all i wanted was to listen to music.

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Regret, redefined:Sanity realised when the damage is doneRealisation, redefined:When the ego takes a back seat and misplaced pride is acceptedStupidity, redefined:When you don’t know how to go back when you have realised the right pathLoss, redefined:When you don’t want to go back when you have realised the right pathGiving, redefined:When you can surrender without losing yourselfGift, redefined:

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@ Mehrangarh Fort, Jodhpur. I had similar clay dolls, bought at a Durga Puja fair (way back) I had christened them as Mr. and Mrs. Dutta.Mrs. Dutta was voluptuous in a green saree and red blouseand wore a big red bindiMr. Dutta wore white dhoti-kurta and carried a black umbrellaWhat better name than Mr. and Mrs. Dutta, right?They were quite famous with my kid-neighbourThe kid would love to shake

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Dil ki choton ne kabhiChai-n se rahne na diya....Jab chali sard hawaMaine tujhe yaad kiya…Iska rona nahinKyon tune kiya dil barbad…Iska gham haiKi bade dair mein barbad kiya....Wah-wah-wah-wahAm going to listen to The Maestro himself. Am so excited.cont…..Humko kiske gham ne maaraHumko kiske gham ne maaraYe kahaaniPhir sahiKisne toda dil hamaaraKisne toda dil hamaaraYe kahani, phir sahiWah Wah…

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i ve always wanted to have an unruly bush of shoe-flowers by my gate. red-pink-white...single layered-double layered...all types of shoe-flowerlike the ones i had at quarter # 6, noamundi (jharkhand)... we were in that township for 3 years. this old house beside the forest, was called quarter no. 6.quarter # 6 where ...i had my 1st malaria (and many others followed, till we moved from that house)

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i made this tiny frock from a tiny piece of flannel for my niece jia. for 5-day old jia (Dec. '07). i took ages to stitch it and poked my finger more times than through the pink flannel. And touched and glossed over it more times than it was actually worn.

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@ some village road beyond Khandala. (Here: Urmila and I).This picture reminds me of Bela and Bahadur (God knows why). Bela of Indrajal Comics. Girlfriend of Bahadur. I remember liking Bahadur because he did not appear to be the type of man who would say or even think "Me Tarzan...You Jane"... And Bela rode a bullet (if I remember correctly). Skilled in martial arts, she lay flat the dacoits

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I can feel the warmth of the rock on my backThe coolness of water on my feet I look down to see the river bed rise up in brown cloud While silver fishes tickle my toesI can feel each pebble poke my feet And I see my shadow disappear

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the highlights are mutemy pages dryi dont dwellyet pause from time to timeI look at the pinkand the greenat those marked dates that dont mock mebut show the plans undonei pick it up often and run my fingers overput it back yet againand carry on

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the banyanOriginally uploaded by Reena Tete

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Rishikesh. The much awaited trip finally re-happened.Between jobs, me and 4 other friends finally packed off for rishikesh. This trip, unlike many others was not improptu. Infact Disha and I did a lot of searches and finally selected ganga nature camp over aquaterra for obvious reasons. (and to my shame, I also prepared a format for comparison between the shortlisted choices). Aweful. But

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The story of Mala (name changed) is of a nineteen and a half year old girl from Nanded, Maharashtra. Driven by social conditions and socialisation, her story is perhaps like that of many more young girls who are married off as children, face an abusive situation at their husband’s home and driven by torture, they leave home in a fit of anger. Mala’s story brings out the harsh realities that make

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People draw inspiration from loss, from love. I draw, if inspiration it can be called from nothingness.What is my purpose. I know not. Man without a purpose is the highest depravity of all, someone has said.Process. Evolving.These are words I relate to very well. I have lived it and will continue doin so. 'Coz that is how it is supposed to be. But the nothingness grows.HereNot a leaf shivers to

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He died at 27. Young and charming, he was also quick to temper. He could befriend the young and the old alike. A dear heart to women of all ages, a thorough buddy to his friends, he did not know how not to be happy.Quite suddenly he passed away. With no illness, with no premonition, with reservations made at a quaint lodge in the hills for his photo shoot the next day, he passed away.The family

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the plan was to go to malshej, which for some reason did not happen. So we went to the cliche`d Lonavala. A sumptious lunch was in mind which thankfully did happen. But Bushi Dam - damn ! also happened.This is what it was like..... (misty therefore hazy)Many more like us from Mumbai and Pune had headed to Bushi Dam...(Like a short cut you know about and cleverly give a miss to the traffic jamand

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A man in black another in blue, bent at their waists, valiantly pushing a white choked Maruti engine out of the choked Bandra roads. Another monsoon…another period of camaraderie over clogged waters. Another day when we say, shit! I just had to go to office and mean it as well. Another day when mad Mumbaikers dive on three feet water- more splash than dive, actually.When I was in the first

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1- Report is done but, mera computer 'crush' ho gaya2- Aapka phone lagta hi nahin3- Wo suddenly meri wife ki bahen ka husband ka mausa ka death ho gaya4- Computer operator ka pet dard kar raha tha5- Bijli chaar din se nahin hai6- I have just sent it7- Arrey, you did not receive it? Ok let me make some more changes and send it again immediately.8- Ho madam. Ho madam.9- My Mailbox Status: Received

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He still smiles at me even though his pink nails have fadedeven though its been six long years of having known me

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Can you blame me for falling in love?

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She was walking like young Bambi. Young fat pudgy legs with dimpled knees, walking unsteadily towards me.The white chemise that she wore had red and pink embroidery around the neckline. I could not hold back my smile. There is something lovely and amazing about holding babies. When their arms lie on your shoulder and their unsteady necks wobble back and forth. They gurgle , they chuckle and you

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My chai-wali Patkar maushi called me a ‘kutti’ today. Lovingly ofcourse since she is very fond of me and favours me with untimely coffees and surprise hugs.Sometime back she was frantically arranging for 5000 bucks since she feared her husband would drink away what she called her home of 20 years. Transfer it in her name, she did.“So, now u have it in your name. Throw him out! “‘Aiiga! Kya bolhi

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how do u know when u need to shrug it off or u need to put your foot downhow do u knowwhen enough is enoughhow do u knowwhen u finally say ‘Enough! No More!‘ ..........it is because you have, upto this time either been (a) least-bothered or (b) have been a cowardhow do u know thatthe time seems right (a) because u have been pushed to the corner (b) it is actually righthow do u knowthat being

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If you look at something continuouslyIt takes shape as u want it to….This friend who made me happy and whom once I made happy……once did this artwork for some songsOne of his sketches look as if it has me in it.Of an embrace so sweet and intimateOf closeness-togetherness-warmth-trust-faith-companionshipCould it be … could it not be?Am I seeing it or seeing it, Am I?But it should not matterYet I

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Another of those endless workshops, where I tried making small talk.Tried is the keyword here.“You know, I hate English language”, said he. He the pompous.I wonder if I should have asked him in Shashi Kapor style, with my hands folded and lookingsideways…... "Can u repeat in Hindi ?”or perhaps I should have loudly broken into something like "Givin the dog a bone... Givin the dog a bone...."

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Like a badly designed tacky bag saying ORIGINAL Like a man wearing shoes that are branded FOOTLAND

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If you get caught on a Saturday afternoon in a contraption of a mall, while hip people and not so hip ones scurry about, have a foot massage as the last stopover. If you are mad since you have had to wait for lunch till 6.30 in the evening, then coax your friend to try out the electric body massage chair (which is rated at some freaking grands).My friend sat trapped as if for some virtual reality

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Do not make any deals with a movie-fanatic.She will badger you, read repeatedly badger you with “u promised u promised…”She will also repeatedly play at emotional blackmailBe warned. You will want to(a) stare blankly at her as if she is speaking telegu(b) stuff her through the fish like grills of office window(c) doggedly finish work that would otherwise have remained undone for the dayYou will

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there have been so many times that i have avoided her. a few steps away but i would acknowledge only when acknowledged. i remember those meetings when she would turn everything topsy turvy and me in my very-undiplomatic ways would get impatient and say something to goad her more. it became a game between us. who could goad more. then who would start goading 1st. then an avoidance on each one's

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WHEN I LOSE WAT I PEN (KEY) DOWN BECAUSE I 'NAVIGATE AWAY' FROM THE PAGE. UURRRRGHGH

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My friend passed away yesterday. Survived by an old mother, sister, brother-in-law, a niece who perhaps she had not seen and friends.My batchmate whom I did not really know that well. She had a life to live ahead and not leave behind a mother who perhaps would not look so tired and lost.Friends had gathered and like Shuchika and I perhaps even they were relating this to their own lives.Death so

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i had read this story as a kid. and loved the possibilities that could be. the other day i read it again and was very excited to write wat i thot cud be. but as all those other times, the thots just about crystalised and then i lost interest. (i need to walk around with a dictaphone actually).The Lady, or the Tiger?Frank R. StocktonIn the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose

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7 ways my movie-mate makes plans with me for a movie. There are times when our plans fall into place immediately and we rush after office and times when she has had to coax me….which she has become a master in… in 7 different ways….and I have become a bitch in making her try and coax me in 7 different ways…..# 1: Suggestion: “Lets go for a movie today. We will leave early….”To which I reply….”I

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Ziya had to hand over a file to me which was long pending. We decided that she would drop in at my hotel on her way back from Amravati. Another colleague of hers would be accompanying her, she said. Since Ziya would be arriving at Nanded in the wee hours of the morning, I asked her to catch up her lost-bus nap in my hotel room.Sometime after 3, I dozed off. The TV was on, the room not so dark so

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I had some fabulous years at TARAgram. TARAgram- a rural technology demonstration unit, is 15 kms from Jhansi. Located at Madhya Pradesh, TARAgram is in this fantastic wilderness, where the dry summers drain you off all energy; so bright and hot in the summers that the rocks seem to reflect more heat and the dry leaves crackle as if it'll start a forest fire of its own. The rains so heavy that

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many expressions come to my mind cool mist washin over me thin soft flakes melting down my cheeks cold fingers finding warmth on your tight clasp fingers and palms fitting perfectly long companiable silent walk pausing and looking back stopping and looking ahead breathless but content words shared with people heading the other way not meaningless words only an effort to catch onto more newness

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Yesterday I did not look backYesterday I, after a long time again felt weak in the nervesThat Fluttery feelingYesterday I again day dreamedYesterday I wanted to blush and feel shy againYesterday when the old call came I was indifferentFond memories but that’s what it came down to- fond memoriesYesterday I once again wanted to grab the warmth of the sunIt no longer matters that I do not want to

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On a cold evening with my coffeeand rummy balcony and4-yr old manali marketsoxwatchingthe old manwalk up and downto the gate...to the doorto the gate...to..the doortill it is too dark for me to seetill it is too late for him to be outthe old man and Ion an evening in jhansi

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Jaded question from me to this cute ‘lil girl in a printed white frock and lace around the neckline“where are you going?”In a deep voice, she replied….”nuckh-lau”…. (for lucknow ofcors)“I wonder if my 60 odd aunty Virginia, is a virgin?”…I wondered aloud to a friend…Ask her….he said, "Virgin- ya?"Message on the wall near Daryaganj police station in 2001.It goes…....Please Bill no stick.....The

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inspiredto burnto move into nothingnessthe smoke makes patternsblows softlysilentlywhile cowboys with guns and noise make noisewhile hunger callstakes an effort to answertime has not dulledmoments callsuddenly something remindsand it begins all over againput on a shama showof carelessnessa show of false bravadosilly small talkunsaid words so louddrowning meaningless wordsscreaming out between the

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I have wondered since as far as I can remember. Why is it that some people are happy with what comes their way…some are happy till before they get it …some are never happy.Is it our blood which defines it? Our environment? Or what? What ever it is, it is damn frustrating. Well, the world would be a boring place and not happening at all if every1 was alike. But why is orange an orange and not an

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i welcome myself to pour out incognito.

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