Girl Blogger – The Smaller, Louder Half
Today’s Times of India carries a story that the Indian blogger is more likely to be young and male.
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55-Words: Permanence
The idea of permanence in two paintings, two poems.
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Stat-check At Work
There are days I hate my job for how little time it leaves me for the rest of my life. And other days, I’m grateful for my job for the very same reason. This has been a week, month, no….six whole months of mad work. Time has passed and I…
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Hurrah For The Railways! – Calling In A Bomb Scare
We don’t think that much about the railways. We scrambled in to find a seat but found instead a plastic ‘thaelee’ and a cloth bag lying on the seats.
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Manguide 1: Cities & Towns
Based on my extensive experiences with the male of the species, here’s a snapshot of men by cities of origin. Presenting the first edition of my Manguide!
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XXFactor 55s On Men
Men like teaching me stuff,
Educating me on how it all is
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Office Capers – Tech Blunder Chronicles
Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!) at the office. SNC: Do you know the iRiver?Me: The what river?SNC: Okay, you don’t know it.Me: I didn’t hear you…what river?SNC: The iRiverMe: I don’t know it. What’s that?SNC: Its like the iPod, an MP3 playerSFOS:…
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Living On The LOC
This is what the stars have to say for me today: The analytical side of your brain is about to do battle with the emotional side of your brain. Which side do you think will win? This prizefight won’t be bloody, but it will have a conclusive winner. The losing…
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Hands
I saw this girl on a train. I couldn’t see anything of her, shrouded as she was in her traditional garb. But her hands caught my attention…they were so enticing. This then, is my ode to a stranger’s sensuality. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ To touch and feelHold..clasp….grab….clutchand smoothen Not for me, however.Sheathed and…
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The Old Mill
More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…
