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Hyde's tales: March 2006
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Once upon a time, Hyde decided he could weave. So he took to spinning yarn.". God save us all! Wednesday, March 29, 2006. I do not hear him enter the room. I am too engrossed in my thoughts to hear anything. My guest clears his throat to get my attention. I look at him but the sun streaming in from outside makes it difficult for me to see his face. But I know who he is. You do not have more than 24 hours to live. If there is anything you have left incomplete, finish it today.'. Can anybody tell me? The s...
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The personal diary of yet another Iyer! | Just another WordPress.com weblog | Page 2
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Subscribe to this blog by Email. Subscribe in a reader. And life goes on. Air India employees are understandably pissed with the guy’s attitude. But I say, way to go! Finally, we get a PSU head who has the guts to call a spade a spade. He seems to have the vision, all right; whether that translates into an actual turn-around of our failing national carrier, remains to be seen. While in Adiga’s case, he just over-does it, you know. I wish I could put it better, but its that annoying way of writi...The fol...
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July | 2009 | The personal diary of yet another Iyer!
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Subscribe to this blog by Email. Subscribe in a reader. But I can only shake my head sadly and sigh. The following few verses remain my favourite for various reasons – either because of the emotion they inspire, or because of the context in which I first came across these lines.). Happened to read in this morning’s paper. Mumbai Mirror, no less) that Alfred Tennyson’s. 8216; and Walter de la Mare’s ‘ Lord of Tartary. But I can only shake my head sadly and sigh. Sudden Light – Dante Gabriel Rosetti. And t...
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January | 2011 | The personal diary of yet another Iyer!
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Subscribe to this blog by Email. Subscribe in a reader. And sympathy is what we need, my friends. If you’ve met me in public for even the briefest time, you’ll know I have a deep-rooted fear of most non-human living beings. In fact, this fear has been the source of considerable amusement to my insensitive-to-trauma friends (and it’s shocking how many of those there are! Cow – scared? Oops – crow. Scared? Many have tried to pull an analytical number on me in their attempt to rid me of my phobia. And s...
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September | 2009 | The personal diary of yet another Iyer!
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Subscribe to this blog by Email. Subscribe in a reader. And life goes on. Air India employees are understandably pissed with the guy’s attitude. But I say, way to go! Finally, we get a PSU head who has the guts to call a spade a spade. He seems to have the vision, all right; whether that translates into an actual turn-around of our failing national carrier, remains to be seen. While in Adiga’s case, he just over-does it, you know. I wish I could put it better, but its that annoying way of writi...
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How I met your father | The personal diary of yet another Iyer!
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Subscribe to this blog by Email. Subscribe in a reader. How I met your father. Your mom, at 25:. Dear prospective bridegroom,. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, I’m intelligent, calm, funny, cheerful, ambitious and bucketsful of fun to be with! Weekends will depend. On you. 40 – 60! I’m not too fond of travel (Nat Geo and TLC do just fine for me! So think of all the post-marriage costs this bride will save! 8217; Household chores will eventually be done, and with astounding thoroughness, but the emphasis ...
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Hyde's tales: April 2006
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Once upon a time, Hyde decided he could weave. So he took to spinning yarn.". God save us all! Monday, April 24, 2006. At eM's. Then I heard her. Sing it. So I went to read it. And then an inspiring thought. No, not the one synonynmous with Bollywood. Why not re-tell an old story in a similar vein? Presenting, Run Like Hell in a different avatar. Large mouthfuls of air. He kept taking in. The sound of his heavy breathing. His legs took long strides. Practice shows, grimly he thought. He had to run hard.
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Hyde's tales: September 2006
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Once upon a time, Hyde decided he could weave. So he took to spinning yarn.". God save us all! Monday, September 25, 2006. Life had made me cynical. Life had also begun to add to my waistline. The good doctor recommended an early morning jog. After battling the initial laziness, I began jogging in the wee hours of the morning. The first few days were bad. I could hardly jog ten minutes before reducing to a trembling, huffing mass of flesh. What about amorous ones? I do not know. Do you know where I can g...
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Hyde's tales: January 2006
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Once upon a time, Hyde decided he could weave. So he took to spinning yarn.". God save us all! Monday, January 16, 2006. Anil kept staring at the monitor in front of him. He liked to think of it as his favourite past-time when there is nothing else to do. Staring languidly at the coloured dots on the screen, while his mind wandered in his thoughtscape. I must start going to the gym before it gets any bigger', he told himself. Why, what is special tomorrow? His mother paused for a moment. He considered th...
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The other Veda: Nice Girls Finish Last
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Monday, August 21, 2006. Nice Girls Finish Last. This one is for the nice girls. Nice girls who will always remain ‘a good friend’. Nice girls who are ‘just one of the guys’. Nice girls who get punched on the arm (because they’re just one of the guys), but never get kissed on the cheek. Or anywhere else. And till men in general are hit by the proverbial bolt of lightning that, by god, she’s the one I’ve always been looking for, your destiny is to live down the injustice, the humiliation, the ...September...
