tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89137182012-02-16T08:46:23.279-05:00words wud not be enuf to describe me, so i will not try ;-)Reshmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17476920058056288945noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913718.post-1142529549384927812006-05-15T12:12:00.000-04:002006-05-15T08:13:54.976-04:00

kya kahe ab humjab waqt dhal chalana hai ab aane ki khabarna koi jaane ka gilaarmaan-e-dil ke toote kiwadkaanpte hai aah-o ke toofan meinahi rehta koi yahaasoona hai yeh makaamann ke mandir semoorat uthh gayi hai jabna hoga ab koi jashn yahaabas ek janaaza niklegaPS: Creative. Wrote several days back after I read some particularly sad story.

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Everytime I step out of the house, it is nothing short of an adventure. Bad precedent set early on in life did that I think.The first time ever my parents left me alone for 5 mins was when I was about 3 years old. Do they regret it or what?! I have been known to have taken an affinity to the outdoors ever since. Well.... at least until after my undergrad college.Let me start at the beginning. I

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I always have a hard time enumerating favourites. For e.g fav food, music, actor, movie, hobby yada yada yada. My answer usually begins with a "umm........" and launches into an explanation of some categories the possible fav(s) can fall into.But if someone asks me what I enjoy most, then surely I can say without hesitation "Traveling and exploring new places". Now that is something I am up for

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And gone awayAnd even Paris and RomeAnd I wanna go homeLet me go homeThis year my tolerance for the winter chill has gone down severely. Since I had given up on the thought of going home, it was all the more unbearable. But winter hasn't quite taken off this year. Maybe the nature gods are on my side, I thought. Somehow the year seems to have been too long and yet time seems to have flown by.And

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2:02“ek chai”Grunt2:04Train whistles“do rupiya, pyali wapas”2:05Chug chug…half cup…“pyali……”S3… chug chug chug…2:06Oof! Oof! Slurp…S6…S7…… chug-chug, chug-chug…2:07Ouch! Oof ooof!“yeh lo!!”2:08S11……running desperately“haath do!”shit! !"jaldi!!"“meri chai?!” she asked laughing as I climbed in panting!PS: Creative. trying a hand at the 55 word story.

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i shall never forget the day we metfireworks lit the sky yes i remember the day we metwasn’t it the fourth of July?time flew as we exploredand umpteen evenings we spent togetherlet me tell you my heart’s desirei want to fetch the moon for youthe emotions were therebut a little confusedthe time we spentwas not, with love infusedlet us try this novel schemeyou be my best friendand i shall try to be

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i am officially in hibernation. season being the first reason. after all it is winter! no living thing should be out in the blasted cold longer than absolutely necessary. also after an year long series of activities i am kinda burnt out on the outdoor thing. let me list a few things, started with skiing bright and early on Jan 1st! progressed to more sking, kayaking, canoeing, parasailing,

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This was turning out into a productive afternoon she thought as she looked up from her papers around the piazza which was lazily busy with the usual tourists enjoying a drink in the late afternoon sun.She felt a prickle of consciousness as she looked around and found the cause as her gaze settled upon the long form of a man leaning against a pillar across the street. As their eyes met she

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.....like a dream which needed to be held down before it floated away like a wayward cloud on a summer day. i have never used a paint-brush. but i want to paint you a picture of this feeling, this thought, this image in my mind. it is pleasant, bright. there is a woman sitting in a piazza. some paperwork spread out around her at the table. a cup sitting at the edge. an expression of satisfaction

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Like a huge Venn diagram Stuck in eternal déjà vu Of people wishes things and situationsOf love loss wants and emotionsLike a crazy joy rideOr like a never-ending Sunday afternoonLike a vast arid desertOr like a lake shore on a clear dayDying embers of a fire long goneOr new beginnings waiting to see the light of dayPS: Creative - On a boring day at work.

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A coupla months back i had been to this orchid show at the new york botanical gardens. It was awesome, really pretty flowers. Went there with a bunch of girlfriends. After about 4 hours we were done oohing and aahing over natural beauty and landed in the gift shop [uff! at last ...... my territory].Now having been there to se orchids i naturally wanted to pick up a souvenir resembling one too!

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So yea ...... 3 months ago i went to The Met. with a friend. That day we had falafel in grand central station somehow i hav no recollection of having eaten it before and loooved it! so after that i wud think abt eating it again often but as fate wud have it no falafel for hungry child.Then i went to SFO – everyone and anyone told me about this really good falafel drive in the valley area. So I

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Another moment passes by, making me wonder if I should try to capture its significance for posterity. The ever dramatic mind of mine is acting up again of course. Please bear with it. The past few weeks have been dedicated to “Spring Cleaning” within and without so to speak. Spring is taking it’s own sweet time in these parts – but hey it’s always a good time for the right thing eh?! The cobwebs

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Nithya's blog reminded me of my experience with musical performances et al. seems to have broken some dam in my otherwise hazy childhood memory. My romance with music and cultural programmes started at a very young age. Considering a seriously musically inclined & educated parents it must have started much before. My earliest memory of a musical performance is an IAP [invited audience program]

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this started as a comment on ano's blog but then i felt i was crossing the lakshman rekha of comment lines. so with a huge IMHO here goes........... I guess we all go thru this eh? I have always felt that religion is a very relative thing. One could find it anywhere or in anything for that matter. The Hindu philosophy I feel should be understood in its entirety to appreciate its depth and

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He works for the networking dept in the office. This russian guy - reminds me of Jude Law in Enemy at the Gates! Tough guy who NEVER smiles. I don't know how he maintains that stoic look, I have often wondered if it was something against me or the world in general. Soon found out that is how he naturally was. But still makes me wonder - Can someone have gone thru life and not learnt to smile??

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ok - as per Jelly's request here is a recipe to the common green chutney and by that i mean the dyed in the wool south indian chutney - don't come looking for the northy types - imli chutney etc! Green Chutney Grated coconut - say abt one fistful if frozen - or grate half a fresh coconut. 1 tbsp - channa (the yellow kins with which besan is made) Cilantro - few stalks Green chillies

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hello there,am just using this as scribble space for now ... will add or modify as and when things progress, with my poetry i.e.!Kaun hai woh jo mere khayalo me hamesha rehta haiKaun hai woh jo mere zehen me gharonda kiye baitha haiKaun hai woh jise mai bhula nahi paatiKaun hai woh jise shaayad meri yaad bhi nahi aatiGuzre kayi din tere intezaar meLikhe kayi nazm dil-e-bekaraar neArzoo teri dil

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Morning Walk The world seems to have transformed this morning. There is a carpet of yellow covering almost every inch of the way on my usual path. The rain has softened the leaves to a soft shawl for the earth. “Out with the ole” is the thought that crosses my mind. Nature shedding her garb to don a new one. I envy her – such lovely colors and shades – not bored a single day with what she wears

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Saw Meenaxi in the weekend – most people told me it was boring or incomprehensible or plain waste of time. But yet, having watched “Gajagamini” I knew what I was getting into – I had liked that also – so went ahead and watched it. Did not disappoint me at all – in fact it hit home harder than I thought possible. I will not uphold it as a good movie anyday – if you are expecting drama and a story

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A friend of mine fwded this to me the other day, purely for the entertainment value of it.I was awestruck by it to say the least. I really don't want to make fun of it - but just an example for examples sake :)Now please don't launch into a girl bashing frenzy! My only question after reading it was - is this for real??Personal Details:25, single, never married, hindu male from UP, INDIAFamily

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Imagine this scene...........driving from NY to Florida......I-95 S........middle of the nite.......around 1 or 2am …… definitely after midnite!One Black Camry, One Red RAV 4, another white SUV, another sliver/grey SUV and a couple more stragglers here and there.All cruising down I-95 in the dead of the night! >80 mph is a foregone conclusion.....I am driving the Camry, after a few minutes of

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How I wish to be back in the safe haven of your armsUncaring of everything in this worldForget all the decisions I have to takeForget the pains of livingGo back in time to the place Where I was loved unconditionallyWhere I was the princess and the world to someoneYou were always the reserved kindBut with me you became a childOn your shoulders I rode to see the worldOn your lap I sat and learnt to

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