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a tall tale...: September 2011
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Events, I perceive,. People, I observe. Myself, I scan. From lost emotions, I weave new ones,. From lost ideas, I create new ones. Sep 6, 2011. What is the boundary between being a child and being a big boy? When does one become bigger or when does one stop being little? The story is at Big Boy. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Raison d'être (reason to exist). 8220;We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.” Buddha.
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a tall tale...: Laughter
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Events, I perceive,. People, I observe. Myself, I scan. From lost emotions, I weave new ones,. From lost ideas, I create new ones. May 1, 2011. Is it not what defines a man, the ability to laugh? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Raison d'être (reason to exist). 8220;We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.” Buddha. View my complete profile. My god, my religion. All the people, they came from.
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a tall tale...: Just People
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Events, I perceive,. People, I observe. Myself, I scan. From lost emotions, I weave new ones,. From lost ideas, I create new ones. May 29, 2013. What defines a crime, what defines a motive? What makes a man, what makes a thief? The story is at Just People. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Raison d'être (reason to exist). 8220;We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.” Buddha. View my complete profile. My god, my religion.
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a tall tale...: Oh Wait
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Events, I perceive,. People, I observe. Myself, I scan. From lost emotions, I weave new ones,. From lost ideas, I create new ones. Jan 3, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Raison d'être (reason to exist). 8220;We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.” Buddha. View my complete profile. My god, my religion. All the people, they came from.
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soliloquy: My lady with a saxophone
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March 25, 2010. My lady with a saxophone. A part of an ensemble,. A lot of four,. A violin and a keyboard. A drum set and a singer. Held up nervously,. Unsure fingers on unsure keys. 8220;My first concert,”. With a wry smile. Lost to the audience. The light does not dim,. For this is no theater,. There is no gentle applause. A prologue to the event. Their stage is meager,. A roadside corner,. Their audience sparse,. Me and the walker-bys. For a moment,. As the sax moves to her lips,. Followed by a trickle.
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soliloquy: August 2012
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August 15, 2012. For many years now, most of them spent in India, this particular day held no importance to me. Which day you might ask. This day, the Fifteenth day of the Eighth month of any year since 1947. August 15, Indian Independence Day. If you have ever read post of mine, such as this one ( Concept called Country. One might be forgiven for thinking that this is going to be a post deriding this day. However, this is nothing of that sort. Today as I walk around in a foreign city, a different countr...
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soliloquy: The Snow and the Night
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March 1, 2010. The Snow and the Night. She calls out into the darkness,. There is no answer,. She pleads with him,. Implores him to say a word,. He is still dark, still silent. She covers everything in white,. To make him show himself,. A final bid in her efforts. For just a brief sighting of his face. There is nothing to see,. No one is out there in the dark. Her white turns to tears,. A stream that threaten. To overrun the world,. Your silence melts me," she begs. Show me yourself,. He then smiles,.
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soliloquy: February 2010
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February 21, 2010. Standing on a barge,. The world dancing away to. Loud music below and. Me, at the bow, alone. A beer in one hand,. A cigarette in the other. We gently float down. The mighty Hoogly,. Creator, protector, destroyer. Today she is meek,. As silent as the night I am in,. More silent than the moon above me. The light from the Howrah. Plays gently on the waters,. As we move under the bridge,. Quiet she stands,. For the day is done. And all are home. And she is quite too,. I turn to the shore,.
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soliloquy: Silence
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October 2, 2011. I sit there,. With a thousand thoughts. That run through my head;. Seamless, one dovetailing into another. They scream into my head,. 8220;Let us out”, they shout. 8220;Give us a voice”. 8220;We deserve to be heard. We are real, as real as you are. We are not to be held captive,. But to be let free on the world.”. They range from the mundane,. They are formless,. Yet, they carry weight,. They belong to me,. Yet, they are not mine. I open my mouth,. To lend them my voice,. Where my though...
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soliloquy: Looking Glass
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October 20, 2011. I stare long and hard. Into his eyes,. The eyes of one who looks like me. For something has set him free. In the depth of his eyes,. I see a faint resemblance,. Resemblance of who I am. But far from who I could be. In front of the looking glass,. I stand and stare,. There is something similar,. But I am looking at the difference. It is obvious, I say. You are not I,. For I am not you. He smiles at me,. With a grin,. His life is different,. He took a path. One that was closed to me.
