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Momentary Muse: Turtle walking
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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Monday, July 25, 2005. Perhaps this qualifies as recylcing old bits of writing. But the memory is still strong and I insist. When I first heard that the endangered Olive Ridley sea turtles nested right here, bang smack in one of the busiest beaches in Chennai, I was confused. There was no way sea turtles could safely nest on any beach in Chennai. But they do. They still do clamber across the sand- now peppered with plastic- to lay hundreds of eggs at a ...
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Momentary Muse: Greasy choices
http://chamique.blogspot.com/2006/10/greasy-choices.html
I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, October 06, 2006. Last weekend Angana was in town and being the media celebrity that she is (she actually has people stop her on the streets and ask. Don’t you anchor for such-and-such news channel everyday? A conversation with her is like a personally delivered, live scoop on the fourth estate. The producer took one look at her and barked, ‘What the hell is she wearing? So, did she do it? Angana gave us a look of pity reserved for stray dogs. At th...
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Momentary Muse: Between Chamique and me...
http://chamique.blogspot.com/2007/01/between-chamique-and-me.html
I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, January 12, 2007. Between Chamique and me. In between this and that, I think I’m all blogged out. Posted by chamique at 03:52. Eternal idealist, occasional backpacker, erstwhile journalist, opinionated voluntary worker and specialist in weaving daydreams since 1982. View my complete profile. Doing it right, right now. Fifty five in parts. What used to be Me. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs License.
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Momentary Muse: Home stretch
http://chamique.blogspot.com/2005/08/home-stretch.html
I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. These men love their machines. Incense burning in front of the mandatory God sticker- a Lakshmi, Ganesha, Hanuman or Shiva. Small change handed out to the regular. Who makes his way from rickshaw to rickshaw at each auto stand every evening. A marigold dipped into a brass container, drops of sacred water sprinkled on the single front wheel. The driver waves his coins in the air, urging the aged priest to finish the auto-. Posted ...
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Woolgatherer's Tales: February 2006
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Voice your opinion. Every bit counts. If you are a woman who leaves her house for more than five minutes a day, you have experienced it! If you are a guy who knows at least one woman, you have heard the tales about it. We all see it. But we ignore it. We think it is normal. I think it is normal. Because it is an everyday happening. But normal does not mean it is right. Normal does not mean that we should suffer it. Let's join the blank noise project. And take a step towards eradicating eve teasing. The D...
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Woolgatherer's Tales: Are we secretly at war?
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Are we secretly at war? Is it my potential freedom that scares them? Do they think all single women are out to get the married men? Do they recent their state and want others to burn in the same hell? Or maybe, they are the kind souls who are rolling in marital bliss and want the whole world to experience the joy, is it? Posted by mystic chick @ 7:47 AM. LOL that sounds like a typical 'run-away-from-the-dragon-aunts' syndrome! You bet, why should anyone have a wee bit of interest in marrying one off?
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Woolgatherer's Tales: How much do I have?
http://mysticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-much-do-i-have.html
How much do I have? Post idea flicked from the veracious. They say that every woman should have:. One old love she can imagine going back to. and one who reminds her how far she has come. I can imagine going back to Nob, my first love. But the problem is that it is Nob who reminds me how far I've come. Do the two cancel each other out? Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to. Oh yeah, that I definitely have. =). Yes and yes. :). NONE ...
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Woolgatherer's Tales: Human beings feed off other people's miseries!
http://mysticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/human-beings-feed-off-other-peoples.html
Human beings feed off other people's miseries! The statement hit me hard but when I thought about it.I recognized its trueness. Most of us are nice people. We do not want others to suffer. However, when we see that others have problems, there is a strangely satisfying feeling of not being the only one in trouble. That's not the definition of being nice now, is it? Posted by mystic chick @ 8:58 PM. Whoever commented that I write brilliantly should read your blog.I am overwhelmed. More of Mystic Chick.
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Woolgatherer's Tales: Voice your opinion. Every bit counts.
http://mysticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/voice-your-opinion-every-bit-counts.html
Voice your opinion. Every bit counts. If you are a woman who leaves her house for more than five minutes a day, you have experienced it! If you are a guy who knows at least one woman, you have heard the tales about it. We all see it. But we ignore it. We think it is normal. I think it is normal. Because it is an everyday happening. But normal does not mean it is right. Normal does not mean that we should suffer it. Let's join the blank noise project. And take a step towards eradicating eve teasing.
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Momentary Muse: Ananya
http://chamique.blogspot.com/2006/09/ananya.html
I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Wednesday, September 20, 2006. Ananya the six-year-old smiles with her eyes before the corners of her mouth begin to dance. One of the first times I met her was when she came to the office with her backpack stuffed with entertainment for the day. Her parents were both at the office and she didn’t have school, so she was instructed to busy herself and not disturb anyone else. Ohfo,’ she turned around impatiently, ‘Can’t you. I told my Project Coordinator - h...