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Over the year
Today, April the 10th, marks the completion of my second year as a blogger. Unlike the first anniversary, I find myself in a new place among new people, though somethings haven’t changed much. The dramatic narcissist that I am, I’m not going to share the irrelevant details of my presence on the blogosphere or experiences therein over the [...]
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Tags: Absurdity, Cockiness, Howard Hughes, Narcissism, Parading the self, Self-Loathing, Shit, Smart-ass
Holding the hose pipe in your hands watering the lower sides of the walls in a white porcelain tiled room isn’t much fun except maybe if the color of the fluid matches that of the porcelain. This is perhaps as profound as I can possibly get in my attempts to match the profundity of certain others. [...]
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Tags: Abstract, Bum, Gluttony gratification, Intellectual indulgence, Pointless pourings, Quest for profundity, Ranting, Squalid writing
Notes unfounded…
The mist over the mountains in the horizon drags on its smoky cover, shadowing all by a veil of secrecy. Nobody can possibly guess what’s going on over there, in the deep dark forests or the sloping valleys. The calm is restless, fidgeting, on the verge of shouting out its presence and then disappearing. Even time [...]
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Oh, the shame of it all!
I’m going towards it again… they are back. Not the voices, but something else, darker, more sinister and more powerful. This drive towards insanity is driving me insane (no pun intended; any if found, is purely coincidental). I think I’m going mad and with greater speed and accuracy this time. Haven’t these two parameters been the most [...]
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…that had promised immortality
The sky being the red it was,
it certainly was not for nothing…
For the setting sun it was,
the most natural ending.
But little did it know that
the sky was crying;
Hiding its tears among the cover of the clouds,
which opened up, flooding the earth after the sun had left.
I wanted you to stay,
and waited for something to say;
You’d promised our [...]
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…is no power…
The powers were closing in on him… fast, very fast. And despite his reluctance and inspite of his resistance, he was being pushed by the same unknown, mysterious forces to the center of the events about to unfold; events of such magnitude that perhaps would change among many others’, his own life, for ever. It [...]
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THE INHERITANCE OF LOSS!
I’d been reading the Booker Prize winning novel, “The Inheritance of Loss” last week. I’m no authority to comment on it in any manner. But it vaguely reminded me of Arundhati Roy’s “God of Small Things“(another Booker winner). I don’t know if it was inspired by it or not but some things were eerily [...]
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The habit of reading is one of the oldest and till now perhaps the only one without a worthy substitute. Men have been reading since ages and thus words of wisdom (and of course, words not so wise) have been passed on through generations. Books, despite the advent of modern technology, remain a hit worldwide. [...]
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