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Meandering Feet: The Revolution
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Saturday, January 26, 2008. Its times like these,. When man will rise again. From the valley of darkness,. To see the good Sun. Rise above the horizon. Hearts of men will. Be born of dust and ashes. Valor, pride and love shall. Run in their veins. The time has come. For gold wheat-fields and blue skies. Man shall protect his brethren. And stand by his brother. The war bells sound. In the depth of their minds,. The time has come.
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Meandering Feet: AUDIO - SLAVE!!
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Tuesday, July 10, 2007. No, I am not going to talk about the band as most of u must have presumed. It is an excellent band and certainly deserves a lot of cheers.but we shall leave that for later. I discuss here the root cause and impact of audio as our generation knows it today. All I have to do is just close my eyes. To see the sea gulls wheeling in the far distant skies. All I wanna to tell you all I wanna say. Hic Hic Hurray .
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Meandering Feet: I am Mumbai.
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Monday, December 26, 2011. I am born today. Not from the fires of hell,. Or the womb of a mother. I am born of this city,. Its crowded stifling streets,. And the cleansing evening breeze. I am born of contrasts. And of rioutous festivals. I am born of hunger and greed and,. Of ravenous luxury and filth. I am every body in the city. And everybody is me. You are still alive . Iam every body in the city. And everybody is me.
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Meandering Feet: Ek choti si love story
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Sunday, April 22, 2012. Ek choti si love story. He prayed to the maiden to understand. He was extremely angry and hurt that the maiden did this to him. Yet he asked her for help. He was the one very weak now. The maiden scorned him and said, you reaped what you sowed and turned away. Just as she turned she saw another man riding by. She decided to start her new life and she rode off with the man. You may ask now, what of the boy?
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Meandering Feet: January 2008
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Saturday, January 26, 2008. Its times like these,. When man will rise again. From the valley of darkness,. To see the good Sun. Rise above the horizon. Hearts of men will. Be born of dust and ashes. Valor, pride and love shall. Run in their veins. The time has come. For gold wheat-fields and blue skies. Man shall protect his brethren. And stand by his brother. The war bells sound. In the depth of their minds,. The time has come.
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Meandering Feet: May 2008
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Monday, May 26, 2008. Into the wild is what a movie! If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed.". Saturday, May 24, 2008. It has been a long time since i posted anything on this blog and the due reason was not any disposition towards blogging.I have been amongst the constant readership of Andy's. Moreover the Hindi posts by Pandu. So to you all,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Meandering Feet: Strangers
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Friday, May 25, 2007. It is very seldom that one reflects upon the importance of strangers in their lives.However the reflections or their absence is not what we are talking about here. Indian mothers are very wary of the concept of strangers(not without reason maybe).We were all taught not to speak to that man with those delctable sweets, to run from a smile, a hoarse voice and a pair of hazy eyes. However, it was the expansion of t...
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Meandering Feet: Modern Times
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Saturday, May 24, 2008. It has been a long time since i posted anything on this blog and the due reason was not any disposition towards blogging.I have been amongst the constant readership of Andy's. Moreover the Hindi posts by Pandu. So to you all,. This post will never be too old to read. it all just came back to me. On a completely different note, you need to blog often, itd be sad to see such talent wasted.
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Meandering Feet: Drunk in Goa.
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A fragment of my thoughts.an impression left behind by meandering feet. Thursday, October 26, 2006. I wish i could drift on,. Drift on with the flow,. Let all waves flow over me,. Let the tide engulf my pride. And the ebbing sea carries me on;. To never,never land. Fishes and octupuses ,. And a few sea-horses too. In never,never land. A few Goan songs. In never ever land. Fireworks in the nightsky. And the last cigarette butt;. In never never land. Abroken pen,a wet diary. And an unfinished poem.
