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On The Ganga Mail: What Piku Did To Me
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Saturday, May 16, 2015. What Piku Did To Me. Rekindled the longing, just when I had settled to the rhythm of my life in Chennai. This evening, as I sat in the theatre to watch the film that almost everybody is praising, memories came rushing of all the legwork for. Pinched me into realising that I was roaming the roads of Calcutta, looking for material, until only the other day. I watched with delight —. And a bit of jealousy —. Can one aff...
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On The Ganga Mail: Sky
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Sunday, October 26, 2014. The sky can be the blandest thing on this planet; it can also be the most beautiful. It all depends on how lucky you are - and whether you have the time to gaze at it. I suspect there is also something deeper about my recent fascination with the sky: ambition. Can so relate to this. Beautiful and simple thoughts :). And I want to know your dob to see what makes you a good writer. I read this piece with interest....
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On The Ganga Mail: Khushwant Singh, The Original Idol
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Friday, March 21, 2014. Khushwant Singh, The Original Idol. Sometime in 1990, the magazine of the now-defunct. Carried a cover story on the writer Khushwant Singh. The cover picture showed the writer seated comfortably on a sofa, his feet resting on a cane stool (. Placed horizontally, with book-lined walls serving as the backdrop. I suddenly wanted to be Khushwant Singh. There was a sofa at home. Getting a. Illustrated Weekly of India.
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On The Ganga Mail: Prediction
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Wednesday, September 18, 2013. Do you see that orange glow? She asked him, pointing to a patch of sky over the elevated railway track. "Whenever the sky turns orange at night, it means it is going to rain.". He looked in the direction of her finger, "That looks to me like the light thrown by the headlamp of a train. Wait and watch, a train must be on its way.". Look, I told you," he smiled. OK, see you then," she said. See you," he said.
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On The Ganga Mail: Now Is The Time To Say: 'Oh Calcutta!'
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Monday, April 06, 2015. Now Is The Time To Say: 'Oh Calcutta! Two months ago. Somehow — and quite suddenly —. Was it because I was done with my book and was now looking at the city as a visitor rather than a curious writer? I don’t think so. If anything, I was looking at. Even more closely, just to see how it has changed from the time I set out researching the book four years ago. Looked just the same. What, then, felt different? I noticed ...
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On The Ganga Mail: What's In A Name
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Monday, October 21, 2013. What's In A Name. Enough is enough', she said, 'Now make up your mind, whether you love me or the laptop.'. Give a moment, baby,' he said, 'Just one more song to be downloaded. Then am all yours. You know when did I last hear this song - the one I am downloading? I must have been fifteen, maybe sixteen.'. You are crazy, do you know that? OK, I am crazy about you, do you know that? What has this got to do with men?
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On The Ganga Mail: Chai, Chai Chugs On
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Wednesday, May 06, 2015. Chai, Chai Chugs On. Uniformed vendors constantly walked up and down the aisle, selling snacks, as the double-decker train hurtled in the direction of Chennai from Bangalore. One man sold. S, another sold. S, yet another sold bread-omelette. But the most-frequently heard sound in the train that afternoon, quite expectedly, was: ". More than five years have passed since I wrote. And even though I wrote two more books...
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On The Ganga Mail: Sachin: Good Boy Of Cricket, But God?
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Saturday, November 16, 2013. Sachin: Good Boy Of Cricket, But God? I did follow some tournaments after 1989. Such as the 1992 World Cup. But all I remember from that tournament is the explosive batting by South Africa and the hero's performance by Imran Khan who, at the old age of 42, finally earned the Cup for Pakistan. I don't even know, or remember, whether Sachin was in the Indian team for that tournament. Quickly sent a four-para story...
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On The Ganga Mail: That Night Again
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Monday, August 05, 2013. Sixteen minutes to midnight, which means it is still August 4 and I can still pay tribute to Kishore Kumar, who was born on this day and would have turned 84 had he been alive. Though it is impossible to imagine Kishore Kumar living that long. I have already written so much about him on Ganga Mail by way of tribute, so why again? Ek ajnabee haseena se. And Side B ended with. Phir wohi raat hai. Chhu kar mere man ko.
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On The Ganga Mail: Faceless
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On The Ganga Mail. Account of a journey. Destination: salvation. Tuesday, October 07, 2014. The evening of October 3. Some said it was Navami evening, some others said it was already Dashami evening. For me, it was the evening of my departure from Calcutta, after having spent two sweet-bitter weeks in the city. As soon as I secured the seat belt, an air-hostess walked up to me and said, "Do you mind taking the seat next to the emergency exit? But one must leave in order to be left longing -. I was a face...
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