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Diary of a compulsive workaholic: June 2010
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Diary of a compulsive workaholic. Friday, June 4, 2010. In the winter of time. Numbed by the cold. And beaten by purpose. Of a life half-led. Was just a shade of blue. Wednesday, June 2, 2010. Looks like I've been possessed today. have been writing since 5am - shot stories, attempts at haikus. Don't know how these sound, but was fun to write. I am a happier person today :). He turned my pages. Like they were his own. He just stood there. And I turned cold with sweat. Tired of the freeze. Flower on a tree.
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of this and that: Mixing metaphors
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Of this and that. Sunday, July 19, 2015. The Hindi language has some interesting proverbs and idioms, many of which I had to learn in school, and which have been part of my mental landscape for decades now. For the past few years I have been rather distressed by the inaccurate use of some of these metaphors, not only by individuals in private conversation, which can be excused, I suppose, but by public figures on television and in film lyrics. I wish they had checked with a Hindi grammar textbook. The so...
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of this and that: May 2015
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Of this and that. Saturday, May 16, 2015. My sister passed away very suddenly on the 25th April. She had called me just a few hours before that. I am still trying to come to terms with this strange new world in which she longer exists,. Her absence a huge gaping void. From a childhood of having her as an additional mother figure,. Who plaited my hair tight, and ironed our school uniforms,. The two years between us seemed insurmountable:. She'll always be two years older than me, I'd wail,. Just like our ...
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of this and that: July 2015
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Of this and that. Wednesday, July 22, 2015. I'd wondered for years how coconuts. Were cut into beautifully uniform pieces and sold by roadside vendors. A couple of months ago the RE and I decided to buy some fruit (and bhuttas) from a local market. There was a coconut seller there too, selling whole coconuts, as well as large pieces. I asked him how he shelled the nut, and he was kind enough to give me a live demonstration! I haven't tried this technique yet, but it didn't look too difficult. You cannot ...
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of this and that: December 2014
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Of this and that. Sunday, December 28, 2014. A Tale of Two Cities ( Mixies) aka Things I've Never Been Able to Understand - VII. Although I've been married for ages and been a householder for the longest time, there are certain material objects that I have come to buy myself only in the relatively recent past. The particular object I speak of here is the ubiquitous kitchen blender, what we desis. And salted buttermilk and aam panna,. Brand new blender brought home and unpacked. All jars given to the ...
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of this and that: February 2015
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Of this and that. Wednesday, February 25, 2015. A lady with whom I have a nodding/smiling acquaintance accosted me on my walk this morning. I haven't seen your mom around for a while,' she said. It's been five years since my mother passed away,' I told her. Aren't you an artitect ( sic. She had said that her daughter's an artitect. She looks exactly like you.'. Much as I would love to be an artitect/artytect, I respectfully declined. But there's someone in our complex who's a dead ringer for me! We have ...
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of this and that: Lightening?
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Of this and that. Thursday, June 11, 2015. How do I lighten this load of an absence? Is it grief, or fear, or both? Grief, missing her in so many ways;. So many things remind me of her presence: her many many presents! The tulsi plant, the flour scoop, the click-shut kitchen boxes,. The snack bowls Dad and I had bought. At Cottage Emporium long years ago. Which she insisted that I keep. The embroidered hand towels,. And the small hanky sized ones for my morning walk. It hardly ever rings now. And yet poi...
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of this and that: An Unimaginable Shock
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Of this and that. Saturday, May 16, 2015. My sister passed away very suddenly on the 25th April. She had called me just a few hours before that. I am still trying to come to terms with this strange new world in which she longer exists,. Her absence a huge gaping void. From a childhood of having her as an additional mother figure,. Who plaited my hair tight, and ironed our school uniforms,. The two years between us seemed insurmountable:. She'll always be two years older than me, I'd wail,. Just like our ...
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Carry On, Fungus | The Fungal Journals
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My Mind, its constant meanderings and the arguments between the various voices in my head. Carry On, Fungus. October 23, 2006. Posted by fungus in Uncategorized. So, what is the plan, Fungus? Of course it is scary, the prospect of not having regular job, of not having a steady salary, or the prospect of having to, possibly, mooch off my parents for a year or, shudder, more. But Valhalla beckons. And, by Odin, I shall go there worthy of judgement. October 25, 2006. October 26, 2006. November 3, 2006.
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of this and that: April 2015
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Of this and that. Monday, April 13, 2015. I have a magic toothpaste tube. That has been living in my bathroom. For a while now. It is squeezed out, and ready for the bin,. But every time I give it. For yet another brushing. I can see my father chuckling away,. Wherever he may be,. Knowing that he may be gone, but never forgotten! As a child I used to seriously hate. The almost empty toothpaste tube. That Dad would insist on our finishing completely,. He would even cut the tube in the middle.
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