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Existential Crisis: November 2005
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Friday, November 25, 2005. Me in a mangrove (no pun intended). Posted by Visualscribe @ 10:55 PM. Links to this post. Tuesday, November 08, 2005. If the authority had not done its job, you could flog them. But how can you fault them for doing their job just because it causes some delays to commuters. Like they could possibly take the road elsewhere to repair it! Everyone including Kunjilal's neighbour's dog that's lost its bark is interviewed. The Star and AajTak reporters duel on-air as to who will ...
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Momentary Muse: Five things
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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, September 15, 2006. This one requires one to post five things to do in one’s city - not touristy stuff, but what one loves to do. I know, I know. I suppose this is fraudulent, but I couldn’t make up my mind. Noting down all my favourite things made me realise how much I love each of my cities. So I’m posting the entire ordeal that I went through in choosing just one place. And that’s why I could leave out none. I keep coming home to:. A corner table...
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Existential Crisis: December 2006
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Saturday, December 02, 2006. The Death of Aspiration. Well still don't have it :-) . But I have to figure it out I guess life ahead depends on it. Posted by Visualscribe @ 11:34 PM. Links to this post. Ok I was supposed to post this last year. someho. Recently I realised I had not posted in well over . A FRIEND, 3, AND ANOTHER TALE I heard last night . OF LEAKY BREASTS. AND BLEEDING HEARTS. A fri. Threes no lucky number. Well a few days ago. The Death of Aspiration Recently the company decid.
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Existential Crisis: February 2006
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006. I had always hoped love would be forever. but then i've loved thrice so far. each time its had its failings. Twice I've picked up the pieces. moved on. stiching the bits of my heart I managed to salvage. Here's a couple of things I've learnt along the way. Opinions, points of view, observations all my own:. 2) With every relationship I decide I'm never going to let the man be the center of my existence. And then I go do just that. One word to describe me? That's a good word...
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Existential Crisis: April 2007
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007. A FRIEND, 3, AND ANOTHER TALE. I think I've grown, accepted, digested and internalised the truth. That he's only a friend. a friend I shall deeply love. care for . and be there when he needs me. Should it have hurt that a friend kissed him. professed his love. to my love. even as I was hurting elsewhere? Should I have felt betrayed? Posted by Visualscribe @ 11:40 AM. Links to this post. OF LEAKY BREASTS. AND BLEEDING HEARTS. Atleast you won't have to do it twice.
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Existential Crisis: April 2006
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Sunday, April 09, 2006. Un-loving someone is'nt ever easy. Specially when you want him to be a part of your life. Un-loving someone is'nt ever easy. Specially when he's done nothing to make you hate him. He's not cheated on you. Made no promises he did not keep. Did nothing that made you weep. Un-loving someone is'nt ever easy. Specially when you loved him more then he loved you. When you still love him. Un-loving someone is'nt ever easy. It's more difficult then loving him the first time. OF LEAKY BREAS...
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Existential Crisis: October 2005
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Thursday, October 13, 2005. I had read this poem a while ago. and after a bit of googling managed to find it. think it describes me best. Let them be as flowers. Always watered. fed. guarded. admired. but harnessed to a pot of dirt. I would rather be a tall, ugly weed. Clinging on cliffs, like an eagle. Wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks. To have broken through the surface of stone. To live, to feel exposed to the madness of the vast, eternal sky. Beyond the mountains of time. By Julio Noboa Polanco.
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Existential Crisis: February 2007
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007. Three's no lucky number. Well a few days ago. number 3 had a party . a pre-valentine's day party. and I had promised to go. even though it was in Delhi. even though I was short of money. hell I hardly get to see him. and what are credit cards for? Posted by Visualscribe @ 8:00 AM. Links to this post. Ok I was supposed to post this last year. someho. Recently I realised I had not posted in well over . A FRIEND, 3, AND ANOTHER TALE I heard last night .
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Sex and the Constitution: September 2006
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Sex and the Constitution. Where in the world is Craig? Was on the lips of everyone I knew in New York (i.e. my mother-she wanted to know where to forward my credit card statement). So, this is to help people to keep track of me, to help me keep track of my musings, and to suggest a title for a new series to HBO. Saturday, September 02, 2006. Of Beards and Vultures. Yes darling, I'll see you Thursday week, no darling,. You been these last few millenia? And getting us to town. The sun through the curtains.
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Sex and the Constitution: Poetry...I think...
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Sex and the Constitution. Where in the world is Craig? Was on the lips of everyone I knew in New York (i.e. my mother-she wanted to know where to forward my credit card statement). So, this is to help people to keep track of me, to help me keep track of my musings, and to suggest a title for a new series to HBO. Saturday, September 02, 2006. The sun through the curtains. The light filters through. The lids of my eyes. The warmth on my cheeks. The sheets 'gainst my skin. My head on his chest.