Category: Thoroughly Mundane
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Laurel’s Wreath sacrificed..?
I have this little dog barking in my head, particularly when I hear the word sacrifice. There is so much of reverence and a laurel’s wreath bequeathed, I stand correct a halo drawn over this word sacrifice. We are being subjected to the great sacrifice of the Gandhi-Nehru amalgam, and the freedom struggle, well to…
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Honey moon travels.
A trip to the quiet, that is what I would gift to my soon to be married cousin. I would ensure, no civilization, no telephones, to television just a few weeks for the couple. It would be a great time, for her and her new husband to set new goals for their life, discuss their…
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with Malice to ….
People always talk don’t they? I think I shall start calling myself a witch. The wicked witch of the west. I mean people have called me acrid, nasty, rude sarcastic whatever. so might as well have a blast and get benefited from it. And why not? Believe me it is orgasmic it liberates you from…
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RIP–The Telegraph
http://www.ndtv.com/article/india/telegram-stop-end-stop-392148 “Taar,” the moustached man called out. Wearing an ill-fitting brown pant, and a shirt a cross bag and a brown cap a left over from the british civil services. He was a must in every hindi movie. It created melodrama, the twist in the tale, sometimes even the key knowledge. I remember as a…
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The Whiff of Sunday
The morning rush, Lunch boxes to packed, it is sight to watch mothers in terrible states walking riding the two wheelers to drop their kids. Some cases more visually presentable fathers do it. As we ride down the road, this is believe me between 7.15 and 7.45 am various aroma’s waft, some houses have the…
