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My Spirit Soars: Intrepidity of a Child!
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Amidst the thunder shattering past. Wednesday, May 27, 2009. Intrepidity of a Child! It was a Saturday. The loud clatter of a hundred young girls next to the visiting room apparently made it clear that it was the "Visiting Day". "Seven Seas" boarding school girls were allowed to meet their visitors every Saturday evening for two hours. This was the time when almost every child stared anxiously at the driveway, waiting to see their visitors arriving. Wow, so lucky", screamed another excited voice. You kno...
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I, Motherland | Evergreen Leaves ....
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Evergreen Leaves …. September 7, 2009 at 3:43 am. Born a few thousand years old. Aged by fate and heritage,. Maturing in subjectivities of history. Thus I stand amidst others, who,. Like myself, stand testimony to. Separated from the contemporary. I behold Arjuna unleash the weapon. Divinity smeared the dust. Of that ancient war on my soul. With maternal pride and anxiety. I watch the fiery saint on a horseback:. In the Tibetan horizons;. I welcomed piquant glances. That were washed upon my shore. It was...
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Now Tell Me Whats Up: August 2008
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Now Tell Me Whats Up. A Mouse's Eye view of life. Saturday, August 23, 2008. Now the Rock Goddess in me was starving for food when it finally got in touch with the Spiked Crib. Thank you J-Girl! Http:/ www.4shared.com/dir/7174286/d9a77bc/Russet Dawn Inane Days.html. Saturday, August 16, 2008. Now the idiotbox/TV/boob-tube is now a necessity everywhere. A home might have a leaking roof, but it just. To have a TV. The evergreen saas-bahu soaps of course! The new heroes are reality TV. JC, Sang n Poly remem...
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Now Tell Me Whats Up: A poem from the old days
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Now Tell Me Whats Up. A Mouse's Eye view of life. Thursday, February 18, 2010. A poem from the old days. I had been beating myself over for this poem, which I knew was a wonderful one often given by our english teachers in school for exams. Unfortunately, I had forgotten most of it. Anywho, I did manage to seek it out:. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase! Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,. And saw, within the moonlight in his room,. Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,. And is mine one?
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Origins of Indian English Literature | Evergreen Leaves ....
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Evergreen Leaves …. Origins of Indian English Literature. April 28, 2007 at 6:56 am. All of us, who like to think of ourselves as. To begin at the very beginning, the contributions of Bankimchandra Chatterjee and Toru Dutt cannot escape our attention. Bankim’s contribution was the first English novel by an Indian,. By Makarand Paranjape is an excellent discussion of Bankim’s works and their social and national consequences. Toru Dutt (1856 – 1877), virtually unknown during her short life of 21 year...
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Now Tell Me Whats Up: October 2008
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Now Tell Me Whats Up. A Mouse's Eye view of life. Sunday, October 12, 2008. Did anyone get that forward mail on old DD days? Unlike many, I DO waste time on reading forwarded messages). The one which starts with the Doordarshan symbol, goes on to show Shahid Kapoor and Ayesha Takia when they were still "Complan boy" and "Complan Girl" respectively and ends with memories of "those days"? Well, big bro sent me one. (He works for a government Organization, so. ). Then of course, the Sunday evening movies.
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Traces to the unborn...: To my friend...
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Traces to the unborn. Wednesday, August 31, 2011. I feel connected to you through those invisible threads of emotion.something behind those eyes my friend, told me those untold stories of your life.even though i never dared to ask you about them.i always wish you let go of those ever hidden pains and sacrifices. Hope you read this one day and understand what I want to let you know.again though those invisible threads of emotion. September 1, 2011 at 8:39 AM. August 22, 2014 at 9:15 AM. One step after ano...
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Now Tell Me Whats Up: A cup of Wrath
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Now Tell Me Whats Up. A Mouse's Eye view of life. Tuesday, August 04, 2009. A cup of Wrath. I have a little cup of wrath inside me,. A cup of dark, black poison,. Been accumulating over time,. Guess it's blood from my heart. Often it splatters some drops onto someone,. Pouring out from my lips,. It will burn your heart, mind you,. If it ever spills on to you. And maybe it'll kill myself too,. If it ever overflows unto me,. Yet it is the poison from my heart,. Collected each time I bled. A cup of Wrath.
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Now Tell Me Whats Up: December 2009
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Now Tell Me Whats Up. A Mouse's Eye view of life. Thursday, December 03, 2009. Its amazing how life's changed. All those calls back and forth,. All those chai-coffees, chats,. All that laughter,. All that cribbing,. Now I'm just a silent spectator. Someone who's sitting so far from the action, that I miss half of whats happening. What do I do? I ask the person nearby, who, by the way, is pretty involved himself. Now, I just look at it and amuse myself. Every now and then there'll be call of "Hey Wassup?
