tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285351362011-07-08T09:11:48.174+05:30I can't follow the white rabbit; I should find my own; meanwhile ........... I scribbleRebushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06154665640132074350noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28535136.post-26075214053733245322009-07-07T17:25:00.004+05:302009-07-07T17:33:58.654+05:30

Imagine being bombarded with sms almost every unrelenting hour, of things to buy, clothes to wear and places to eat. I always thought these were mid class companies having nothing better for their marketing have resorted to these means. Spamming your mobile is the way of the day, previously it was credit card companies and banks, now after DND its sms galore. Unobtrusive they may say, imagine

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Well sometimes I wonder why do we have birthdays, festivals or for that matter all those valentine, teacher's day etc etc. For a simple reason that we wish to celebrate the person or the thing; on that day exclusively and maybe overdoing it in the process and almost are pardoned to forget it/ him/her on all other 364 days of the year. Maybe not always; the reason my steering shifts to that

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Its been almost an year or more and to most fellow bloggers (of the year before) I visited I saw the signpost of hiatus either in start or end; for me atleast "the END". Its almost strange that whenever one takes the next step in life the time warps as if few hours were somehow taken back from the day, we get a few more new chores to get involved and the old habits or chores are lost in the run.

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Just before the train leaves the station you hear a long whistle and the station master waving the green flag, a reminder to all those to hurry on to life ahead because it waits for no one. And like the chug-chug train the motion towards a new destination entails, untill the next and further on.... Our lives are no different we see it as chunks or moments wrapped in time when a particular life

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The ritual which started last year continues this year too, and like old times I am all ready to look back on the year gone by and strap in myself for the year ahead, which would be much different then experienced by me so far. What am I talking about, read on.The friends who were engaged, got married, the ones who were married increased their family size by one or maybe in the process, our

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I dont think so the word would recaptulate any notes or nuances, though I do think it should besiege your heart with refrences of a long lost calling. Although till now you would sure be getting positive halos but let me warn you of the sign post which reads "Sharp curve ahead".From past few months Time magazine has a small section [Lexicon] where they introduce some new terms which have come

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The big metal snake wringling through the concerete jungle and the green alike, carrying in its belly score of people with various destinations to reach through, well, look it a bit closer its our very own train. Its been almost fourteen years for me since I set my foot on a train station and it seems, I havent missed much. Coincidentally or what the slithering or bovine metal beast still misses

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Usually I try to stay away from these topics but then getting crossed over in every nook and corner, I thought to maybe share in my views. Ever noticed that your sight is somewhat limited from a tainted glass, although the things appear all ship-n-shape but they somewhat lack their color, but we comfort for the fact that the harsh glare is geting blocked as well and we refrain seeing it in its

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You Are a Pundit Blogger!Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a fewWhat Kind of Blogger Are You?Got the idea from Viewer's blog

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"Hello"; "Hulllooo, I am calling from ____ Bank, this is regarding personal loan"; thud; few days later "Hello, sir you have won yourself a personal loan". Hmmmmmmph.Won myself; I wonder, when do people start winning these kinds of things, as if there are not better things on these hit list. Well the incident is a few months back when I got a call from a smilar number only this time in office and

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"Veni, vidi, scribo" which would roughly translate to "I came, I saw, I wrote" or in technically correct grammatical form "now I write" (don't ask me the correct Latin). I had intended to write a travelogue but instead found something quite more exciting then the mountain or the streams. In my trip to Germany my last camp-site was at a friend's home in Switzerland, they are a mixed couples

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It was almost day in, day out that I was finding the things blanch, I went to office came back in the evening, flipped channels, ate my foot, washed the dishes and mechanically went to bed to wake up the next day to repeat again. And the weekends I don’t know, went into something or the other. My life was going through the normal life sequences of a flat line, I remember reading one of my fellow

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Well it was a cascade of events which lead me to write this entry, I was at my grocery store purchasing my day to day stuff, when a kid on to his father lap came in too, the father handed him a hundred note to give over, but because I was the one standing next to him and was the closest, he offered me instead. When his father corrected him to hand it to the gentleman on the other side of the

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While discussing about my daily/weekend grind few years ago and the inexplicable chores that typically hog our weekend, my friend touched on the topic of her morning walks which she religiously takes. Ofcourse her dog was her excuse, but then if you are one of those souls who have found such a green surrounding to indulge in every morning or say every weekend morning also, take my word its worth

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When Polly Molly appeared a few years ago (that’s after Dolly appeared in 96), and forthwith its application in human tissue research there was quite an ethical debacle whether the stem cells research stands on the thin line of human infanticide.What had me go through these research findings is that after almost ten years when the first cloned mammals came into being, humans have now been offered

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Reading the center column spread of our Juggy and sometimes Bachi which for the uninitiated are the only things I like to read in this black n white world, the other being the list of movies being aired on that day. I thought its a good topic to share in my comments as well, with february nearing soon and planets realigning themselves to form that perfect lagan or the godfairy time zone when all

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Thats to the year gone by, like friends we had a good time, shared a laugh dabbed in the tissues, blushed, snared, glared. Still our year isn’t posthumous yet so I haven’t bought the wreath to place for its remembrance but we are already ready to party hard, I don’t know for the year gone by or to usher in the new one ahead, what it brings no one knows!Join me as I take a stroll through my memory

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What does one waft when faced with such a simile, simple, man cohabitation in an environment surrounded with people, providing an ecosystem of thriving and a sense of belongingness. Sounds a complex definition isn’t it, but evolving through we have taken some things as granted like water and air; they are always there.But what does man gain when he becomes a part of a society; ofcourse daily

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The flowers in the shopare all plastic, except a few twigs.The friendship arounda veneer, leaving a few souls.The emotions that touchedwere lifeless, except yours.The prayer with the priest,a ritual.The light this diwali,flickered, but not of a candle.My comfort, in you.Is real; Rest all is fabricated.Coming back to Delhi I realised that seeing it as a passerby I witnessed some of the things

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One of my acquaintances "T", flew back few days ago and as she would be returning this friday to start her Phd. studies, thought to have that last hi/bye before she scoots a vamoose.We talked about this and that and I briefed about my life in general and things passing in-out which basically revolves around my job life which is taking care of my weekdays, my empty stomach and last not least other

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Well this is sure an age old debate; for some issues the line is as stark as the goal line in a football match, for some its invisible but there, ready to spark when crossed like a Lakshman Rekha. The topic came to my mind after reading the saturday TOI article which read "Look after your folks, or go to jail", the article still had the cheeky nuances of legal lingua franca with a sub heading "

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The cover translated "The initiation", after a long stinch I was able to enjoy a hindi movie in all its entirety. It was an art genre movie, set up in a classical era of south india, when brahmin and sudr part of society was still segregated by a chasm as big as the grand canyon (if not less). The story revolves around the acharya which is the highest post in a village overseeing religous

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Ever seen a child complete his first sand castle, prepare his/her first dish, complete a chore entirely to which he or she alone can take credit and call it truly one's own. There's a stark glow on their face. Every time we go in for a task which we alone are accountable for we carry in a risk of failure and also a sense of pride for the success it entails. As time passes our risk taking capacity

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This weekend was a tad different from my other weekends when I simply sit at home, clear all the washing stuff, laze around the house, play some violin and finally doze off reading a book. One of my office colleague "T" is getting married in a few months and as little birds gathering straws for their new nest, he also in the scrummage rented a new house. T and another colleague C were invited to

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Ever wondered “Why blog?”, well; to answer that one I have to start with WHAT a blog is in the first place. So instead of scourging the internet for the answer of that one I came up with my own definition. I guess it’s a hybrid between a personal diary and public self-expression. A way to connect with like minded individuals who vibrate on your frequency, “that”, when you pluck a chord they

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I had just finished my food and my sunday paper had become the center table as usual. The tube takes most of my attention but concluding it all, this article came to my attention "Should HIV testing be mandatory before marriage?". With both the Yes vs. No column neatly stacked next to each other. The negation was supported by a lady (Jhanavi Goswami) who herself married at the age of 16 was left

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You can call it silly nostalgia, but today morning while myself basking in the sun I found an old familiar face that had been on and off my porch. More then often I have found myself mimicking the tone of my good’ol friend who happily sits lazying around eyes half open and shut. As he lay there for a minute or so I found myself connected to him like a call of the wild; or maybe just plain old

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"Put your best foot forward" that’s what the headlines of one of the articles in TIME magazine read; and it cascaded a chain of thoughts foremost being the ultimate solution to India's tax problem; you would still be wondering what I am talking about. As part of a long-term campaign in Shanghai, designed to rid the city of the shameful behavior before it hosts the 2010 World Expo, as many as

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Today while I was fully engaged in my work one of my colleagues in another building messengered me to ask about a person whose demise news had been just mailed across to everybody in office. He was a young lad who accidentally slipped and drowned. I didn’t knew the person and during our chat I just remarked "by now he would be checking in at the heaven's gate or the other one". To which my

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"... come again another day"; I guess the poet would have been sitting in Bangalore when he wrote this one and in the same predicament which gave him the motivation to carve this one out. Being a typical bachelor's weekend I washed in two dozen clothes just ready to be put on line which took me another fifteen minutes by the clock. And ten minutes later a drizzle, fearing the worst I retracted

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Pooooh, returning back after a long time, office work had taken its toll. Though wasn’t hitting home at 11 pm, but still wasn’t getting time for other chores, my violin and my books almost seemed orphaned, so this weekend apart from re-adoption I thought to double check on my list. What list!! The one, many of us maintain before we hit the dirt or should I say meet our creator. Till now the list

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Recently during a team outbound event at Chikmanglur apart from many interesting things were the post dinner philosophical and daily life debates. One such argument came up when my colleague gave a real life incident about her friend getting divorced because her husband didn’t support her on an issue and she went loggerheads with her mother in law.I guess the story would be more then that and

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It would be a shame if you call yourself a English movie connoisseur and haven’t heared the song “matchmaker matchmaker” from the movie Fiddler on the Roof. It was my friend Kerri who during a chat session about my marriage prospects hinted on its near ascendancy and appropriateness to the situation. But that’s been four years now, while the actual search just started a year back. After moving to

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Well philosophers would say its too big a question to waste your time upon; you would end up where you started.I know how the average day passes out from one calendar page to another and in between whenever I started my chain of thoughts somehow it got scurried away to somewhere else. For the God stricken they rest easy saying God has a purpose and for the agnost he at least basks in the

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A little more than forty eight hours or three and a half hours flat thats how much time it takes to shift your point of view and adjust to the change depending on your moolah.That was almost two years back and based on all the raves I was looking forward to it, but on the first glance its just like any other metropolitan with all the hustle bustle and fanfare but on a closer look the difference

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Simple question aint it; guess it isn't answered by another emoticon :) glaring at the screen. Just going through the one of the news coverage (Happiness Formula) I thought of pondering it for a bit more longer then usual. Happiness is relative to our surrounding and like a, so much evident fact of todays life we tend to buy our happiness out by all the money which inherintly is supposed to be

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