tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31022166466126100962011-07-08T10:21:34.452+05:30A shocking revelation promptly primed me into deeming myself as an instigator of riveting bundles of yarn. Here you go...________http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306080720263116361noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102216646612610096.post-24168855146475306052009-06-15T12:09:00.003+05:302009-06-15T12:13:49.207+05:30

“It has become impossible to live with you, Nalini. Either you get help or get out…” A pause followed. “Out of my life…” Another pause, a very short one. “Forever”, he added as an afterthought.A curious eavesdropper, I am sure there is at least one, would think that he is struggling with his words and choking with emotion. However, I am not fooled. I know the ulterior reason why I am asked to get

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The only hobby that I really have, in spite of quoting several in networking sites, is reading. Barring a couple of exceptions, I have never read the same book again. One of the books I cannot resist revisiting again and again is 'The Fountainhead', the classic by Ayn Rand.Yesterday, I finished the book for the 'n'th time. As always, it left me dazed; the sheer boldness of the ideas and the

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I try not to appear too thrilled at the prospect of having a coffee with her. Inwardly, I am beaming like a little kid who came across an abandoned ten rupee note. I pause a moment as if to evaluate whether my busy schedule can accommodate a cup of coffee. Then I say, “Sure, where to?” She points across the road and says, “Over there”. I shrug and we start walking towards it. I think of a hundred

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“You too are late today”, she says. “I know”, I reply. “My boss wanted to talk to a client just when I was about to leave and I had to stay back for it. How was your day?” “Fine, today I finished my piece of code and released it for testing. I hope the testers get kind. Else I am screwed”, she says. I cannot think of any suitable reply so I just say “Good”. She starts to say something else when

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Let me start this with the following questions – How many of us know where Croatia is? What is it famous for? What are its landmarks? Who are its neighbors? What are its currency and capital? In which continent is it, at least?Well, when these questions first occurred to me, I had to use Wiki. For, I did not have the faintest idea what Croatia is, though I had a vague memory of hearing the name

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What is common between Captain Jack Sparrow and John Corey? Both are the main protagonists of a form of fiction. Both are raunchy, sarcastic with a wonderful sense of humor. And both mouth wonderful one-liners. ‘Night Fall’ is a thriller written by Nelson DeMille that stars John Corey. This book has been in existence for a while now but I got my hands on it quite recently. At the outset, this

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‘The Associate’ is the latest feather in John Grisham’s cap. Figuratively, yes. Metaphorically, no. For, it is nowhere near the master’s best. From the author who has given us books like ‘The Firm’, ‘The Broker’ and others, this book is actually a disappointment. Like most of Grisham’s literature and as you might have figured out by the name, this book is set in the world of law. The main

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I travel back in time. I am a sixteen year old, now. Papa comes to home from office. I am in front of the idiot box not really enjoying the interview going on with some artist. Papa winks at me when he catches my eye and I know he has a gift for me. He takes out a book from his briefcase with the triumphant air of a magician conjuring a rabbit from his hat. I snatch the book from his hand and am

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The big wait is finally over. A. R. Rahman is the first Indian music composer to win an Academy award. He is the first Indian to win two Academy awards. 'Slumdog Millionaire' won 8 awards including one for ‘best motion picture’ and another for ‘best director’. India and Indians across the world are so proud that their chests may burst with pride.But, what exactly should India be proud of? What

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Thank God! Valentine's Day is finally past. Since the infamous pub incident in Mangalore, India on 24th Jan ‘09, the so called moral police have been threatening to intervene and impede the celebrations on the D Day. Police force (not the moral but the real one) has been alert and common people like me, apprehensive.Yes, like everybody else in a democracy, I too have opinions, some very strong

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Vishal is surprisingly warm and polite when I meet him. He suggests we meet somewhere to discuss on how to go about the assignment. I mention ‘Library’ and he smiles. “Library is not a good place to discuss, darling. Ms. Gupta is going to roast you alive, if you talk in her castle.” I look questioningly at him as If challenging him to come up with a better choice. “Café Coffee Day at 6 PM, today.

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He is the prince of my dreams, my obsession and my mania. Just a word with him, a sight of him, a feel of his breath, his touch; and even the most depressing times turn cheerful in an instant. He is my retreat from the cruel world. Oh, how safe and protected I feel when I am in his arms. I can forget the world and all the hardships I am facing when he talks to me in that smooth mellow, a la

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There came a sudden Sunday, which gave me another turn in my life. No, it is not for the better, it is for worse. The books are sold to a vendor because Mr. Rao suddenly found that they are useless. A rich couple adopted Shruti. Suman is transferred to an asylum. In just a single day, I find myself even lonelier and life is drearier. There is nothing for me to do, the whole day. Except for the

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PreludeThis is a story I wrote exactly ten years back. It was the time when I had proposed to one of my friends. I was very confident of a wonderful romantic phase but it did not really turn out as I would have liked it and I was 'broken to pieces'. There, I have told you the reason for the somber mood of the story.PART 1How many more days for Sunday? Still two more days, I guess… or is it three

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First Day After a short (and a little boring) talk by the organizers, people started checking into their pre allocated tents when Mr. Bechara Lal (name changed again to protect the identity of the individual) found that his tent was already occupied by some Australians (non – Nucleites). Mr. Lal was with his wife and 10 months’ kid and they had to wait under a tree for 2 hrs till they could

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This is a piece I wrote when I was working in an organization called Nucleus Software, India as part of the Six Sigma department. We had these annual outings which were called Nuc Ventures. Our editor in chief wanted me to write something for our annual magazine on our ventures, but ultimately did not like the piece for obvious reasons.“Rational People Adapt Themselves To The Imperfect

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We first met in the college canteen when I was in the second year of my engineering. She has just joined the college at that time. She had inadvertently said ‘Good Afternoon, Sir’ and I had nodded without looking at her. But there was something in her voice that had first attracted me. I abruptly turned and there she was. In a red salwar kameez, she looked lovely.I think it was about a year later

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Why am I not born deaf? I would not have heard the terrible news. Why am I not retarded? I would not have comprehended what is happening. Millions of people die of a heart failure every day. Oh please, sweet lord, the omnipotent one, can’t I just drop dead? Why am I being made to suffer like this? Can I carry on the arduous task of ending my own life? Why haven’t You given me the courage to do it

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well, i think (or rather like to think) that i am a very promising writer. so potential is my talent for writing that the world has never seen a prodigy like me and never will, if i would not have decided to come out. there you go. i have given u the reason y i am here in blogspot.on a more serious note, hv been writing from long back. just wanted to share some of my work with some so as to know

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hmmmmmjoined the elite club of about a billion people today. dont know whether the feeling is justified or not, but am feeling damn proud of myself today. even my autobio will have a mention of this day.now i understand how sir edmund hillary and tenzing norgay must have felt on 29th may 1953. LOL

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