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an unfinished life: An Open Letter to Mohit Chandra
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Thursday, May 24, 2012. An Open Letter to Mohit Chandra. Before starting on this post I highly recommend reading this piece. On the NY Times site. Maybe I should ignore those (Having wasted a paragraph on ripping it, of course! Stuff that could be ripped apart by anyone with a college degree and a reasonable understanding of social interactions. Of course, I'd still be digressing from my real intent, which is to answe...
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an unfinished life: November 2008
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Tuesday, November 04, 2008. Red, Blue and Purple. For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future. The reason is that this was not anywhere in the US but in a remote village in Kenya. In an unprecedented turn of events, we saw this US election turn into not just an American spectacle but a global event. You had trib...
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an unfinished life: January 2006
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Tuesday, January 24, 2006. Sometimes, i open a messenger window and chat to myself, from one id to another. the chat heats up so much that i have pretty intense conversations. It freaks out the people around me…. Sometimes, i don’t even remember typing some of the replies and feels like i am chatting with someone else…. That’s freaks me out…. Do you have any weird stuff like this that you do? The comments section is open.
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an unfinished life: Caravan IIPM Article
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Friday, June 24, 2011. As a tribute to IIPM's lawsuit against Caravan being filed in Silchar(Assam), I am creating a mirror for this site on a website hosted from China. I wonder if the. Injunction Order passed by Hon’ble Civil Court of Silchar is of any relevance in Hong Kong. Please click on this link for the mirror. Chaudhuri’s situation when I first met him in 2007. He had achieved great wealth and prominenc...I'VE SP...
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Three minutes of Afternoon: December 2011
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Three minutes of Afternoon. On the importance of being trivial. On random silly questions about life. And the joy of enjoying that imperfection. Saturday, 24 December 2011. Leeds, United Kingdom, 2007. Three years ago, the night before Christmas, I remember the air being cold and. 8216;T,’ I said to my flatmate, who was with me at the time, ‘This is bloody depressing.’. T turned to me, and said, 'You know.it just struck me that it's the last Christmas we're spending together.'. As I stood, trying to make...
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Three minutes of Afternoon: July 2012
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Three minutes of Afternoon. On the importance of being trivial. On random silly questions about life. And the joy of enjoying that imperfection. Sunday, 1 July 2012. The young girl, with shining porcelain skin and poker-straight hair , looks at me and murmurs something in a sing-song voice to her friend. They giggle. I get this sinking feeling that they're talking about me, yet I'm not too sure. Now, my left eye is shut while she tweezes my other eyebrow. Posted by Meera Vijayann. View my complete profile.
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Three minutes of Afternoon: A chance encounter with misery
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Three minutes of Afternoon. On the importance of being trivial. On random silly questions about life. And the joy of enjoying that imperfection. Tuesday, 29 November 2011. A chance encounter with misery. Weird people have a way of finding me. Erm Ok, so I couldn’t decide if it was new-age daylight robbery lingo or if she merely wanted to use my phone. 8216;I need your phone. Please. I need to make only one phone call. I’m from Pondicherry. I'm new here and it’s very urgent’. I interrupted and asked for m...
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Three minutes of Afternoon: Damsel in Denial - The wrong men are right for most women
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Three minutes of Afternoon. On the importance of being trivial. On random silly questions about life. And the joy of enjoying that imperfection. Friday, 5 August 2011. Damsel in Denial - The wrong men are right for most women. My suggestion, it seems, fell on deaf ears. 'The thing is,' she tried to rationalise, 'we've been together to so many years, and it's just unfair. I don't know why I put up with this. I really need to get over this. I bet he's just out there having fun.'. Posted by Meera Vijayann.
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Three minutes of Afternoon: December 2012
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Three minutes of Afternoon. On the importance of being trivial. On random silly questions about life. And the joy of enjoying that imperfection. Monday, 31 December 2012. An evening of the crumbling shoes, blouse-watching and slinking away. Holy Mother. of. Ten-headed. God. At a quarter past seven, I arrived at the wedding; gift-laden, lip-shimmering, hair-flowing and - feet-flat. And I realised -. I'd no idea what the host looks like. Posted by Meera Vijayann. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Echoes...: Some updates and one very important realisation
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Monday, 29 December 2008. Some updates and one very important realisation. It has been almost three months since I have posted a single word. I am back in the land of my birth and the hunt for that elusive 'job' is still on. Mumbai is still the same, filthy, polluted, loud, crazy, zany city.in other words full of life and colour and I would not have it any other way! What constructive thing have I done since I have returned? Finally, let me end by saying how happy I am that the Aussies are getting their ...
