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Typicial, Typical Roy

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On a comeback trail from what seems to be my longest break from Blogosphere in the last 3 years, I present you Arundhati Roy’s Article in today’s Hindu.

I can’t help but say, this is typical Arundhati. Overly aggressive but yes, making a point.

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February 28th, 2006 at 9:42 am

Posted in Society,Writing


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Owing to some problems that have been hindering me for sometime, I may not be able to update the blog as I usually do. Just not in the frame of mind to spend time here and besides, things continue to get complicated, the hits just keep on coming.

So, I don’t know when I shall post next. It could be sometime this week, or the the next week, or the month after. Hopefully shouldn’t take much long but for now, I just don’t know. Sorry.

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February 15th, 2006 at 7:09 pm

Posted in Personal

Just a song that I like

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The Puppy Song by Harry Nelson

Dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish’s just a dream you wish to come true

If only I could have a puppy
I’d call myself so very lucky
Just to have some company
To share a cup of tea with me
I’d take my puppy everywhere
La la la la I wouldn’t care
Then we’ll stay away from crowds
With signs that say no dogs allowed
Oh we… I know he’d never bite me
We… I know he’d never bite me

If only I could have a friend
Who sticks with me until the end
And walk along beside the sea
To share a bit of moon with me
I’d take my friend most everywhere
La la la la I wouldn’t care
And we’ll stay away from crowds
With signs that say no friends allowed
Oh we…we’d be so happy to be…
We…we’d be so happy to be together

But dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish’s just a dream you wish to come true
Dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish’s just a dream
You wish to come true

In case you may want to listen to this song, drop me an email and I shall send it across :)

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February 14th, 2006 at 11:13 pm

Posted in Personal

Thoughts while travelling

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Note:This was written on my way to Goa, about 2 weeks ago.

In the long journeys that I undertook for 2 years when I travelled from Indore to Goa during my graduation, I hardly remember travelling on a confirmed ticket. Most of the times I was at the mercy of fellow passengers (Heck, I have even travelled in the Pantry car). But for going home, pains could be taken, should be taken. Scorching sun up above baked the land around me in a shade of plain brown, as Mangla Express paved its way through the Konkan landscape.

The most awaited station in the 36 hour itinerary was Ratnagiri, almost 3 hours before Goa. Ratnagiri was (and is) the only main station on the Konkan track before the train touched Goa. It became almost like a custom, buying myself a 500ml Coca-Cola pet bottle with 2 vada-paus at Ratnagiri. That signified a celebration of sorts. Since it was the only main station before Goa, this was almost homecoming. I could spend all my money at Ratnagiri and not care a thing. As there was no big station throughout the journey, I would be too hungry by the time Ratnagiri came. Besides, starved of Vada-Paus in Indore, here was a treat to have and nothing less.

I am currently going home and writing this in the train, from Bangalore to Goa. So if you are reading this, that means this sloppy, shaky handwriting has finally made it to the blog.

The 14 hour train journeys that I usually undertake to go home to Goa usually happen in the nights. Bombay, Pune or Bangalore, all trains to Goa are usually in the night. There is this certain thing, about travelling by train in the night. It is so much in contrast to a day journey. If you take out the chorus generated by the metal wheels clanging with the shiny tracks, the odyssey is mostly quiet and sometimes full of questions. In the middle of the night, on a railway platform, the only evidence of a (not so) orderly world is the occasionaly chai-wala, booming full of enthusiasm, almost running on the empty veranda. At this odd hour, he is the busiest businessman around, seeking to sell a cup of tea to a train full of asleep people who are conveniently oblivious to something as basic as his existence.

I look out of the window, see the black, moonless sky full of stars and constellations. Far away, I see a hut, or so it seems, with a single bulb burning bright. There is no other light in sight, no other evidence of man’s mediation with nature. If there could be a middle of nowhere, this would be it. I look at it, as it slowly passes by the horizon and I wonder how would it be to be there.

With no pantry car in the train, I wonder what I would be eating for dinner. The train arrives at Davangere and I am able to lay my hands on a soft drink bottle. It seems under these circumstances, this is my best bet. Just then when the hopes are about to fade away, comes a railway-catering man selling Lemon rice, neatly packaged in newspaper sheets. Before I know, I give in and find myself asking for one of those. This is Godsent. A chai-wala hops in too and eyeing a prospective customer in me, comes forward, offers me a cup gesturing towards the kettle he is carrying. I, too glad to have the lemon rice in my posession gesture towards the soft drink bottle on my right. So, we are even. He breaks into a smile, carries on, his shrill voice, chanting “chai-chai”, guranteed to overstep in the sleepy worlds of the people around him.

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February 6th, 2006 at 7:59 pm

Posted in Personal,Travel

Bryan Adams: Unplugged

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In my graduation days, I listened to the audio tape of “Mtv Unplugged: Bryan Adams” so much that it finally broke down and I had to buy a new one.

I also once owned the URL I spent a lot of time and efforts to make a website dedicated to the singer :)

So, when I was told that the Canadian was touring India, and Bangalore to be specific, I thought, wow.

Oh, the pleasures of living in this city. Last year, Sting and now Bryan Adams.

I am going for the concert in the evening :)

This, below, in 2001, one of my dedications to the rock star. 0.5mm 2B on Plain Paper :)

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February 5th, 2006 at 2:26 am

Posted in Bangalore,Personal