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The Move
Absence is the void left which presence cannot fulfill
No. I am still blogging. But have moved back to my original blog. Why you ask? Too many memories. Much better words out there, I say.
Livejournal was my friend when I was down and out. It will still be my friend. Like the community connect that it provides.
Will chitter in here time and again.
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The Story Never Told - I
A trout shone into view. The evening sun inexplicably cast an iridescent glow on its scales. Pride came over it and the moment it started to bask itself into recognition, it was plucked out of its ecosystem. Into a small basket, where it lay with a few of its brethren.
Ivan watched this with awe. It was time he realized how man was able to control ( Read more... ) -
Proud
I feel proud that I have such wonderful parents! They will stand by me and I will stand by them - forever. -
Hurt
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The only solution for Kashmir
This post is in response to an article I read on Kashmir:
I am glad a few commentators (Arundhati Roy, Vir Sanghvi, Swami Iyer etc) had the guts these past few weeks to discuss Kashmir's giveaway. Might generally be thought seditious. I salute them.
Your very much nationalist view doesn't work. Tried and tested (look at Xinjiang). Will never work. ( Read more... ) -
Introspection
I have realized that am happy not socializing. Not meeting anyone. Not talking to anyone. Just being alone. Doing what I wish - Technology. Writing. Learning. Entrepreneurship. Reading. Cycling. Travelling. Theatre. Photography. Violin. Jazz. Foreign cinema. Philosophy. Political science. NGO. The list is endless ( Read more... ) -
The Good Path
Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you . . . Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question . . . Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it ( Read more... ) -
The Journal Story
I live therefore I am.
I have seen it all. Conception in lonely times. Nature's fury. Almost freezing to death. Grotesque creatures. Water. Smelly places. Mutations. Flight. Intelligence. Brown. Journal.
In the next 450 words, my autobiography is succinctly explained. The future is uncertain. But optimistic.
I owe my birth to an amoeba. It needed me ( Read more... )
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