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ababuo's space: Losing face…!?
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Sunday, May 14, 2006. I’ve always had difficulties saying no. While I’ve often thought it was a personality trait that was exclusively mine, I’ve discovered of late that I cannot be so selfish. Let me start at the micro level of our day to day lives. My date is one busy guy. He promises to leave work early the next day just to see me- how sweet! 8221; The next day I wake up slightly earlier than usual, make sure to iron my half decent (for a change) clothes! I shave my legs,...
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ababuo's space: bomb scare in the neighbourhood
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Monday, July 21, 2008. Bomb scare in the neighbourhood. A black parcel turned up in the neighbourhood the other day. Nobody dared go near it. The warnings in the media, on the road, in the head, seemed to have worked well in building the paranoia towards anything that seemed not to fit. The little voices inside screamed so loud that everyone could hear each other’s souls cry: “Oh my God what if it’s a bomb! 8220;What do we do; should we call the police? The voice was that of...
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ababuo's space: July 2008
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Monday, July 21, 2008. Bomb scare in the neighbourhood. A black parcel turned up in the neighbourhood the other day. Nobody dared go near it. The warnings in the media, on the road, in the head, seemed to have worked well in building the paranoia towards anything that seemed not to fit. The little voices inside screamed so loud that everyone could hear each other’s souls cry: “Oh my God what if it’s a bomb! 8220;What do we do; should we call the police? The voice was that of...
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ababuo's space: October 2007
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Wednesday, October 24, 2007. I tried to revive this blog a couple months ago, and failed misearable. This time I write, just to keep the blog from being deleted by the blogspot folks. But that does not mean I don't still write. Yes I do write. Infact I write everyday, for one of the biggest newspapers in India. But then again I don't know if I really write. And I certainly don't call what I write, writing. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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ababuo's space: coffee shop blues
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Monday, May 08, 2006. On a late night out. Watching people pass each other by. Still in some sort of a slow motion rush. A surreal modern ritual. Incomprehensible yet instinctively followed. Some sit with their computers. Waiting for some one to steal them away. Some intently take their late night dose of caffeine. Addicted more in spirit than taste. Weariness of the endless rat race. Or aimless wastrels wasting away. Laughter of the intoxicated. Empty gazes of the lonely.
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ababuo's space: May 2010
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Saturday, May 22, 2010. It is strange how so much of life can pass you by. With no memories or emotion to give them meaning. They stretch out into space in one continuous motion. With no start or end or interlude; with no life or death. The hands of the clock go around and around. The light of the sun on my face gives way to darkness. In the darkness I cease to exist until the light reminds once again that nothing has changed. My limbs take on different shapes in the light.
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ababuo's space: March 2006
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Thursday, March 23, 2006. Is it the mating season or am I just frigging losing it? I’m sure most of you must have gone through this scenario at some point or the other…Only for me it seems to happen way too many times(groan) and each time it just seems to get all the more loathsome…Perfect! The stage is set for the “mid spring day migraine”. Ok if that’s not hard enough for someone who’s been single for a million years…. So you Ababuo you’re still single right? Ursula leaves...
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ababuo's space: May 2006
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Sunday, May 14, 2006. I’ve always had difficulties saying no. While I’ve often thought it was a personality trait that was exclusively mine, I’ve discovered of late that I cannot be so selfish. Let me start at the micro level of our day to day lives. My date is one busy guy. He promises to leave work early the next day just to see me- how sweet! 8221; The next day I wake up slightly earlier than usual, make sure to iron my half decent (for a change) clothes! I shave my legs,...
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Somewhere over the rainbow.". Saturday, May 22, 2010. It is strange how so much of life can pass you by. With no memories or emotion to give them meaning. They stretch out into space in one continuous motion. With no start or end or interlude; with no life or death. The hands of the clock go around and around. The light of the sun on my face gives way to darkness. In the darkness I cease to exist until the light reminds once again that nothing has changed. My limbs take on different shapes in the light.
