tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59934762011-04-22T01:16:19.149+05:30I haven't planned the content of this blog. Lets just let the blog grow and after some time look at the rear-view mirror for the landscape that has emerged. It shall then have its own plan.phaedrus, i used to fancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00758298907820860215noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993476.post-56953634076759180842008-03-21T19:05:00.005+05:302008-03-21T19:23:12.112+05:30

All day long the sun remained subdued, cornered even, by the downpour from the heavens. At the first let in the rains at the day's end it must have thought - now,or never! And thus, spontaneously, it burst at the horizon, spangling the rain-drenched earth, turning everything golden, curving upwards many a lip, and setting off a chatter amongst the crows, which were as delighted as the much

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I know I am dyingwhen one by one,bleached of hope,my dreams turn gray.

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For days on end the sky wasn't exactly cloudy yet the horizon looked gray. The coastline wasdistinguishable from the sky only because it was expected in that direction and thus was the sea's gray distinguishable from the sky's, more by the mind than by the eye. One wasn't sure though about what made a day gray and what allowed it to be blue and sunny. Perhaps it was do with the atmosphere, dense

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‘The Tratchenberg Speed System of Basic Mathematics’ has one of the best foreword for any book: Its summary of the eventful life of Mr. Tratchenberg makes for an inspiring read. What soon turns to be difficult is the unwieldy nature of making mental calculations – be it through the Tratchenberg method or by the supposedly clunkier traditional methods. I had bought the book years ago with fond

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Agog in the brilliance of the sunI photograph it for keepsake.What remained though was loneliness -of a beauty caught in memory, not quite in words.

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There upon the shimmering sand is the man. He has a gun that ain't loaded. He points it at me and I feel, correctly, no terror. What shall happen next I ask myself and find myself handing him the bullets. He pulls the trigger upon himself - with better judgment indeed - escaping where I can't follow, leaving me in living hell.

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To wrap up the below post I had written something about how I met an American-Italian who sported a nose-stud like Gujarati babes usually do. And how we ended up having a conversationwhich climaxed in she quizzing me about an Indian dish she had tasted a long time back(it was, I had decided - Paneer Mutter Masala and written it down in block letters for her reference).When I read what I had

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One’s smile veiled by various tragedies. Light, such, pours past layers of clouds - sometimes upon an earth just showered, sometimes upon an earth foreshadowed. Whichever way, a face made lovelier, I summarise, imbued with life and light. These clouds have descended upon unsuspecting folks like an immaculate conception and I am watching the sunshine upon this foreshadowed earth. Stray drops

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The overwhelming moments at the WTC memorial site remind me of what vicarious emotional experiences end up being, especially upon a filled stomach and a warm body: a self-indulgent trip full of gravitas and solemnity. I am sure, that day, Vanitha and her parents weren’t as much washed over by a sense of tragedy as I was. Yet, that the lump rises less readily up their throat doesn’t mean they

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Wanted to post something but had nothing to talk about. So what does one do? What does one do if there is craving but no hunger, desire but no appetite? Wait it out and let time take over?--Our sins could make us more connected to the rest of humanity than any amount of empathy! The only sure key to understanding others is to understand myself thoroughly, by being cognizant of the sea within

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The negatives far outweigh the good things about the movie...-veThere are too many things to remind one of Kaakha Kaakha (KK) -- the names (Ilamaran, Maya), the actors (Jyothika, Daniel Balaji, Jo's family members), the lingo (poturlaan daa...and all the swear words censored jarringly), loud acting by Daniel Balaji that seemed like a poor imitation of Jeevan's Pandya.Not enough background to let

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There is a simple joy in translation, akin to a craftsman’s. Instead of the pain of creation is the precision of re-creation, and what a recreation it turns out to be! The terrain is familiar and safe because it has already been mapped out and for someone like me who owes no special allegiance to the source material, it can be re-imagined to various degrees to please oneself. So as long as one

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Yesterday I saw a surreal sight while riding in a darkness punctuated by lashing rains, headlamps, and thunders crashing down at the horizon. The steady sheet of rain was visible only when a headlamp, single or as a pair, flashed by. Otherwise it was felt streaming down my face, and tasted. In that circumstances too, workers, drenched and with improvised rubber boots, were at their work on the

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The Statue represents an important moment in that great epic of ours, Mahabharata.The epic is about the two warring group of cousins: Pandavas and Kauravas. Yet to put it so simply is being grossly reductive. Like any great classic (think of Iliad and Odyssey) Mahabharata is not about one linear storyline and one crux. It is made up of a great array of characters and there are all their stories

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So many faces! Composed, clicked and stolen away from the fumes of time. Guess my thinking is not thoughts strung together but rather a slideshow of images. I could indeed relive all my life as a parade of faces, most of them shared, but a few existing just within me. Aren’t these few my precious ones, leading brighter lives than many of those I have preserved on film? I don’t mind having missed

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The pandal is coming up. The stout casuarina poles are stuck deep into the ground at regular intervals and more of them are tied tightly across them. They shall form the robust structure upon which the canopy would soon be mounted. After this is done we shall go in a long patient row, in shiny black and yellow gowns to collect our diplomas. I have passed by so many separations, I know the excess

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You know what, I love Abba-now don’t you worry, its ok if we don't have too many things in common! Abba's tunes are nice and so vigorous! The group's two female voices complement each other so well-as if their voices were a package-deal from God, as if he hadn't conceived them individually but as a whole. However my original motivations for liking the band were different. Then (when I was in my

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My friend, you ask me how do I know, how am I sure.You say, ‘shouldn’t you be giving it more time’, you say, ‘shouldn’t you wait a little more?’But I am sure that I have found the answer! You ask how? I am not sure if I can explain but let me see if I can cook up something for you..!One lonely afternoon, in my verandah, I got into a strange tussle with my memory. The wrangling was to unearth a

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1. I thought my mug of happiness was overflowing until I sighted you. When it became clear you could do pretty well without me, a gap formed and now simply persists. I can't say I am unhappy-hardly! Bless the angel that guides my life. But during the moments when I am sitting with my friends sipping coffee under the lilting influence of the cool breeze and the afternoon sun, the possibilities of

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This madness cannot be explained. It is not easily expunged yet I know it cannot be excused. Sorry for showering a love you never wanted. Sorry for being a nuisance-For that shortwhile I couldn't help it. Thanks for putting up with me, for not shaking me off anxiously like I was a leech. You have been a lovely being. Bless the God who could come up with you and other such beauteous beings, Amen!!

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Wishing someone over the phone on his marriage is hilarious.Radhika calls me and says, 'mahesh NOW!''What?'And before she could answer I hear all that tumultous happy sounds of the marriage.'Oh yes, ramdas' marriage I say to myself and mentally chide Radhika for not following the lengthy protocols we had laid earlier, which had to do with a relay of missed call signals and hence was cheaper.But i

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It’s a baking midsummer sun. We should be mad to be loitering around on the roads. I I simply want to settle in my room like a crumpled heap of clothes, book in hand. The room shall be hot but I guess it is fine-the books are inviting. The room shall be for me what this sprawling old tree is for this second-hand book vendor. I am sure Lovelesh wouldn’t like my simple plan for the afternoon…I am

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Untimely rains here. It is Providential and it is welcome because just during yesterday's jog it occured to me...ah, the days of jogging carefree in lush rain and the solitude of a campus are simply gone. I would be leaving this place in another 40 days, forever. And here it is! Someone sure heard my achings, my nostalgic rumblings! Let it rain tonight. I will take my tshirt off for one last

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There are dark crevices in my house never touched by the setting rays.

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God I am sure has a lot of fun. Whoever he is, carefree, his job presumably done. No emergencies, no moral compunctions, He sits aloft with consorts not just one. Sure he can with his birdeye view chuckle a lot and enjoy at our expense a few laughs. Like I used to when my stupid brother-ravianna- frozen and helpless could only steal a glance at his lady passing by. But does He ever cry, feel

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I have known them all along, all right! Those innumerous times when I slapped a bucktetful of water to lap up the fated ants with giant waves...

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Jimikis We all have old photographs which like those mountain passes are a tenuous link to a whole wellspring of nostalgia. One look at those faded, brownish images and memories (often tinged with a kind of sad happiness) come tumbling down from old racks. When we run our fingers over them a fuzzy melody could well be running in our minds. I have one such photograph of me and my sister, in the

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The Gifts by the Doorstep The other day busy humming a tune I pushed the toilet door open, only to feel it yanked from the other side with equal force. All of a sudden I found myself smiling at close quarters at a familiar face i have hardly smiled at before-had no reason to till then when a sudden gaffe at the doorstep of the toilet sprung a smile upon our unsuspecting faces.

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I will rather die for the truth, but never let a lie eat me up alive.

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The following is what i would call an 'emotion note' like you have concept notes. This was written for the actors (their names as characters) in this 6min shortie called Carpe Diem we are shooting... Smoke Mitash knocked twice. Sujoy opened the door to bare a smoke-filled room. Sujoy himself was busy taking a drag and latched the door back with the other hand. The room was darkened, a single

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An Imposition on Compositions When I dont have anything to write When I dont have anything to write Not even a haiku on my predicaments When I dont have anything to write When I dont have anything to write Not even a poem on my imagined figments When I dont have anything to write Not a word on the fact I can't write why should I worry my blog goes empty and my readers emptyhanded. Eachtime my

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The Cutting Edge of Culture Eyes sunken dried hopes A bent back jutting bones A dirtbag by the wayside whom only the platforms haven't disowned. What shall he do about the desires that croak within those ribbed cage, like a thousand frogs on a rainy night, those ugly noises wanting to mate, on seeing our latest flicks' blown-up lust? Rape?

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Jaye, Poems for you. Do all writers go through cyles of fallow and flourish with regards to specific genres of literature? Fore me it happens with poetry. Sometimes there have been dry periods lasting even half an year. Then without any premonition the flow starts again. I would like to fancy that this process to be an upward spiral-each time poetry finds me I am a better vehicle than the last

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Excerpt From a Mail to Someone Stepping into a BSchool Campus ...So this is me welcoming to two years of an amazing experience!! I shall narrate this very small anecdote to let you know how dear our psyche shall hold the campus and its memories... During Manfest-our management fest (what an unimaginary name, eh!)-we also have the Alumni Reunion happening. The greatest draw for the alumni is the

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An Indictment Class presentations, rituals that marked the closure of each course of a term bored us to death or were minefields of inane laughter. With exams usually a week or two away and a few more Projects to be wrapped up, who wants to stay alive in darkened rooms to listen to power point presentations which earn only disdain-ah, don't I know how he did his Project-all gas, no substance-he

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Case of A Mis(interpreted)nomer We were a group of tamil friends in a predominantly hindi- speaking campus. The language bonded us closer than usual and we knew each other so well that we were each quite a character for the other. We bickered, fought, loved and stayed put together as only family members can! We had Venkat the most idiosyncratic of all-Rajini fanatic, and a guy with one helluva

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The Days we Coasted by...(Part 2) As we disengaged our footwear and tentatively stepped into the river we discovered why it sported such a deceptive, dark facade. Its clear waters simply showed up the color of the pebbles that made up its bed. And this was indeed to its credit quite unlike what we had made of its dark colors. Agreed the water level was quite shallow, it could at best only come

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The Days we Coasted by...(Part 1) 'Is this the river we came to bathe in, all the way from Mumbai', Vijay asked in a downcast voice. The Vasishti that was drawn in a promising blue color in the map was now a dark little flow which seemed to eke out a stark living and seemed ready to wilt further in the oncoming summer. From the bridge where we had just alighted upon, we could sense none of the

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Vacations To live slower and plough deeper So that savoured memories are sown well: In parched times they shall sprout springwells.

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Ode to my Old Pocket Diary (roughcut) You were the receptacle for my stray thoughts which would have vaporised if not for your pages. You held that yellow leaf I decided for posterity to accompany and also my dreams big and petty. Do you remember my four minute mile wish was first recorded within your realms. Where are you this minute when I am nearing that mile.

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Ha ha ha.. Finally, on the threshold of my first freewheeling journey. It feels good to just plan as you go, take ferries or board buses If all comes to naught simply take a walk or swim along the currents of the river. See faces, observe landscapes and dip in a life that moves slower and deeper. Await, friends, lots of posts on places and travel. My mind is bubbling and my fingers itch to

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The Sundew Moments My 'CubicleNeighbour' asked me to explain the story behind 'thesundew', the longstanding name of my email accounts(hotmail, yahoo, and now Gmail!). Though there isn't much of a story behind the name there are surely crystal moments. Human memory is a mysterious instrument. It has its own laws, which rule what to remember and what to

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Yaaron, Apun Mumbai Mein Hain ..!! Its happening frequently nowadays..I start to write a piece-of shortstory, of poetry-and hold back from updating the blog until it is completed. Then I find I am sitting on it for too long and on the other hand there are so many other things that urgently want to be voiced. So shelving the stance of 'update-the-short story-what-may-come', here are my

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kicks

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Hiya folks, somehow not able to turn out poems however I try. Many of em in various degrees of incompletion are resting in my computer and on untidy sheets of paper. Following the wisdom that it is of no use yanking a dry udder I thought, let me treat you to some prose. I wanted to write something on the various shades of joys and sorrows I have had the good luck to pass through. So starting

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Two clocks in my room give each other company. Each one's tick close on the heels of the other. Cluck.Click.Cluck.Click.Cluck.Click... Each one's voice sure, distinct but I can hear them only as a cluclick- Like mom and dad have merged into dear parents. I wonder: With whom shall I Click!?

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Basics The sharp taste of curd and pickle remind life's simplicity. All I find essential is someone at home awaiting me. All full day's work to keep sanity, Elayaraja and Bach to iron out incongruities.

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Lungs cry out for breatherspace, My limb are a spent force. In the funnel of a consciousness that is left amidst a beat-up heart and beaten spirit, the chatter of the birds and the orange orb of a sun filter through as godsent gifts.

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Method Acting (Reply to Jayendran's) The duck that wants to play an 0yster. Let God help it rummage the hurts and joys of its past and select those shining drops that shall crystallise as pearls.

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Gathering my day at its end is as tricky as finishing off the remaining rasam on my leaf.

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No, no one's There Calling at Home The traffic is usual and the path is far. Lorries wham past, and roads are potholed. Some rain has fallen, and so it slips. My tyres, their tread gone, skid. Crowded buses lunge, And the bikes' beelines make a maze. My brakes are weak. None can hear my horns. I have to whizz past. No, no one’s there calling at home, which is as empty as the roads here. But I

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The Longing and Losses of this World The stars with no journey made. The rain splattering on concrete faces. The flowers smelling of sorrow as their fate is to fall to the ground, crushed. The birds coo, get mated and feel joyous. But the river and the sea; you and me separated by a lifetime's journey feel blue and anarchic. We discover that interesting person At the end of a desultory

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Tragicomedy? My jokes-Nobody laughs. I cry. Occupational Hazard With her face bent over me, the dentist's ruffling hands tend my cavity. A curious itch commands me-Lock eyes!-and soon spreads to the other pairs at close quarters.

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This article appeared in The Sunday Magazine (Jan 04 04) of The Hindu. Its a touching appeal for trust among warring religions and brotherhood made through a delightful cricket allegory. http://www.hindu.com/mag/2004/01/04/stories/2004010400010100.htm

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Rainbow I understood I lost my first love- at Delhi Haat, an ordinary autumn day. Thereby I lost my greatest entertainment, my greatest companion and my soul turned gray. I cried profusely that afternoon. For myself, nay. For her, maybe. For us-I ain't sure. But tears ran down and under a summer noon they shall have glittered like a silver fall. I began to run-my sobs grew embarrasingly loud.

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Evocation (Completed..!) Dead leaves light, ready in frolick, crisper than the best of chips. With a crunchy sound you are crushed into a thousand flickery pieces. In a nice cookie's dark brown tone you invite. If my sense hadn't meddled, my sensibilities would have had you popped in, my throat shall have choked! Dry leaves on cobblestone paths and on brown earth ready for the frosts.

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Bears out the fact that the poetic mode alone has the freshness and incisiveness to carry protest http://www.hindu.com/lr/2003/12/07/stories/2003120700300400.htm

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Daddy's Tale Sleep my pretty child, sleep deep Days could grow long, this moon shall eclipse. The night now is dark and sweet, breeze and dew unfailing; the dreams yet are fairytales, mommy's lullaby accompanying. Lock em safely in deep vaults child, age them like wine. Collect ye leaves and petals and press them in your mind. I wish your days don't stretch like mine but someday you would see-

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Choice I itch to write long sentences and track all my curious thoughts. I wish to paint in oils the combinations nature forgot. I ache to to wander the green campus and photograph against it beautiful nymphs and to roam the city and graph its sickly sweet sights. But would I recognise the trade-offs, find the will to stand by this life, and turn blind to other petty ones that constantly woo a

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I am posting the speech that was the fountainhead of the most popular definition of Democracy, Lincoln's famous Gettysberg Speech. Lincoln has been such a great inspiration for slow starts like me! This speech was a non-event during the occasion for which it was prepared yet in due course its intrinsic value shined, illuminated by his solid ethos. ADDRESS DELIVERED AT THE DEDICATION OF THE

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The Fly In my mind there is a memory of a fly. It settled against pale yellow furniture one night in the library. After a million-flutters abuzz-flight, it settled down peacefully near my knuckles. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have known it. It pressurized not and its whole weight was too light to constitute even a touch. The house fly same in Lucknow as in Chennai, apparently. Like the

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While we are still at it, one more from the same poet. This is an old Tamil song translated so effectively by A K Ramanujan. I am not very sure, but I guess the song is from the author's translation volume, Interior Landscapes, a translation of 'Aganaanuru', which deals with the courtship, marital love labyrinth. What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how

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Many stay puzzled by the name I had chosen for my blog. Maybe what follows shall be justification enough... STILL LIFE by A K Ramanujan When she left me after lunch, I read for a while. But suddenly wanted to look again and I saw the half-eaten sandwich, bread, lettuce and salami, all carrying the shape of her bite (bold mine) I am wordless to comment! Whatdya people say?

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This is a poem I wrote almost an year back. I agree that it might not make much sense to anyone than me. But I love it for its imagery. What would you love it for? The Living Dead In the obsolescence that is fast becoming life The green of the grasses isn't yet white, yet the sun is paler the moon darker, the raging ebb and tide of the oceans a pittance to what's inside. Seething in thy

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The Blind Attractions of an Adolescent Cow On Sunday I went to the city to get myself some passport-sized photographs. The place I had to wait to catch the bus back to the Institute belonged to cows and dungheap. I have read and seen in those stylised actions of the Spanish bullfighters how Bulls are inspired by that deep intense red. It is some amorous color for Bulls! There ofcourse weren't

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How the Name Came About. My friend Sonia named herself in MSN as 'Oh names what a pain!'. I felt so too when all my names were rejected one after another as aleady being taken. My first choice (of salutation) was Phaedrus after that intense hero of Robert M. Pirsig's first novel 'The Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance'. My second attempt was to have thesundew my long-running hotmail and

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I am blogging inspired in great part by my college mates Venkat and Sabnis. Especially Sabnis. I was pleasantly alarmed because during all my occasional visits to his blog I see him write things I thought only I had noticed, felt and thought. Like the funny negotiations with the water-sprinklers, his paean to frangipani (I am happy the flower hasn't just a solitary fan), his photographs of the

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