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Grief
Grief is difficult to express in words. Loss washes over the mind, staggering
in its intensity, making articulation impossible. What does one articulate:
emptiness or presence?
Funeral Blues
~ W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone ( Read more... ) -
Enterprising
One of the usual चायनेस्स दस्स दस्स रुपिया sellers was heard in the
compartment. I had automatically tuned out until a big bunch of
flimsy green paper masks was thrust under my nose.
With the description
मास्कसस्स मास्कस्स्स १५-२० वाले का दस्स. कंपनी का माल है भारी भारी दस्स.
I was amused by the fact that this man was holding the masks in his
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Falooda
Yet another food-post. Not very good for my media image; I seem
to be such a glutton.
Finally visited one of arunshanbhag 's favourites - Badshah Falooda
at Crawford Market. I had a Badshahi Falooda and the serving was
huge. Gobs of superb kulfi floating in a very large bowl of not-too-sweet
falooda. The flavoured milk had lots of chopped dry fruits; sabja and ( Read more... ) -
If you forget me
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
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On a coffee machine, now defunct
I was telling Saee about a certain coffee dispensing machine
that is now defunct. Both of us mourned its loss - here
is our lament, spontaneous and unedited:
O restorer of deadened brains,
Dispenser of the elixir of wakefulness,
Under thy influence survived generations of scholars.
O where art thou?
Dry is the bitter fount,
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Seen on the back of a water tanker: वेडा नाद -
The myth
What a creative person! The one who invented
the progress bar. Those crawlies one spends
so much time watching everyday, particularly
on a slow connection. We don't notice them when
they zip, egg them on when they go agonisingly
slow and hate them when they decide to
arbitrarily stop after reaching a hair's breadth
from the very end.
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लहान असताना ही कविता मी आईकडून अनेकदा
ऐकली. मीही ती उगीच म्हणायचे, शब्दांच्या खेळाची
गंमत वाटायची.
परवा ही कविता पुन्हा भेटली तेव्हा तितकीच भावली.
घेता
देणाऱ्याने देत जावे;
घेणाऱ्याने घेत जावे.
हिरव्यापिवळ्या माळावरून
हिरवीपिवळी शाल घ्यावी;
सह्याद्रीच्या कड्याकडून
छातीसाठी ढाल घ्यावी.
वेड्यापिशा ढगाकडून
वेडेपिसे आकार घ्यावे;
रक्तामधल्या प्रश्नांसाठी
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गंधवार्ता
एका दुकानात मी छोटीशी पर्फ्यूमची बाटली पाहिली
- प्राजक्ताच्या गंधाची! आणखीही एक होती बकुळीच्या
गंधाची. अगदी हुबेहूब. डोळे मिटले तर फुलांचाच गंध
वाटावा. -
Tea-time cats
Visiting cats rarely miss tea-time. Perhaps ( Read more... )