Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Nobody read Mid-Day for news-stories. For most people (like me) Mid-Day was a paper which served your daily dose of soft porn. Just turn to page 3, and you were greeted by a fresh & sultry “Mid-Day Mate” - a hot young female in various stages of undress. There was once a phase when the mates got even hotter & went topless for couple of months. Before you wonder what the big fuss is about, let me remind you, we are talking about the 1980s & early 90s here. Topless was huge thing back then, plus I was about 15/16 years old.

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The story of Manohar and his son Rohan is also the story of the Indian middle class renaissance, a transformation that happened between three to four decades. Manohar was in his teens at the height of the Naxalite movement. He observed from the sidelines but never participated - he did not buy into the ideology.

Am I still allowed to hang about here?

Howdy folks! Trust y’all are doing well….

This is just a test to see if I am allowed to post stuff

Will be back soon if this works
Cheers!

Disclaimer - This is not an objective review. It is my very subjective observation.

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Hello my madcaps
Have a good spring and enjoy the sunshine!!

When the world lies dreamless
Floating in a timeless abyss
Pushing through rock and gravel
Inching upward they travel
Little forgotten miracles
Hyacinths, tulips, daffodils
Breaking the ground with life anew
Heralding beginnings in every hue

When you have the Deepak Chopra brand on your side you can write a book called 100 Questions from My Child and get a bunch of endorsements when in fact content at random places on the web gives you both food for thought and chuckle in far more generous portions.

I have to share this with you. Take a listen to my friend Raghu’s music. After many years of blood, sweat and tears his first album has finally been released….and endorsed by the baadshahs and belles of bollywood . But honestly, the music is wonderful…and not just coz its my friend’s. His myspace page has samples…listen and order a copy of his CD.

Hello DSS,

Almost a year and half since I last posted something….and a really long time since I visited. Does not feel that long though…its almost like a homecoming of sorts eh!!

Well, I am going to try and be a bit more regular at posting and visiting and buckwassing with you all of course.

Here’s a poem I wrote a long while back…
Searching for you

It’s a poignant moment in the movie. You are enthralled and wondering who will be revealed as the traitor. And suddenly, you hear a huge laughter behind your seat. You turn to find three South-Asian college kids talking so loud that you wish you had your baseball bat with you. You tell them to be quiet which they don’t listen but the incident remains with you.

Heylo,
posted laila’s pics here:

http://bluehues.wordpress.com/2008/02/28/lilly-in-all-her-boxes

Gd-Day
LL

She took my hand and led me inside, turning around to acknowledge him only once as we opened the doors to the hall and merged with the milieu inside. I saw the look on her face then, and learnt that hope and love and heartbreak are family. That time always manages to have the last word no matter how much is at stake.

http://scarlettwrites.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/when-you-are-old/

Am I the only one who thinks that Jodaa Akbar is such a major bore?! Hritik Roshan is a hunk alright, Aishwariya a beauty, the costumes are wonderful, the décor (as in the palaces) very grandiose, but the ‘feelings’ inexistent AND the story! What exactly was the story there?

Baalti nahi store karti hein photo (sic), But thankfully blogger does.

Check ‘em out @ http://parikrama.blogspot.com/2008/02/sun-n-sand-sibu-island-malaysia.ht…

The house was was dark except for the living room. Sheila could see a flickering television screen through the window. Vibha answered the door right away. “Come in” she said as if they had met last only a week ago. It was a tastefully furnished home without any ostentation. The smell of spices wafted in from the kitchen. Setting the cake on the dining table, Sheila followed Vibha into the kitchen “Smells lovely. What are you cooking ?” she asked. “Nothing much. It’s chicken dhansak and rice”

dipsomaniac rambling ..

http://terminal-moraine.blogspot.com/2008/02/seven-kinds-of-nonsense.htm…

With the PhD that is.
Finally after all the stress , angst and asking ppl stupid questions and answering some more stupid ones ( pliss to not tell me there are no stupid questions), I am through. The light at the end of the tunnel was not an incoming train, hallelujah. Chhoti se mombatti thi

Saurav Ganguly is out of the one day cricket team. I suppose a golden duck is enough to throw him out of the reckoning, though age and agility have been touted as the underlying reasons. I wish we were as strict with the non-performers in government offices. I wish we followed the policy of sacking politicians on age and non-performance basis. There is no fool proof method of ensuring that senile leaders don’t win election.

Here is my new venture. The strips are made on laptop, with trackpad, and good old Gimp in Linux. Not that it would have mattered, but one thing I’ve learned from team India is: when in doubt, complain about anything and everything.

-Gandhi’s Ghosts-
Dateline: Delhi

Thanks to my incredible lack of foresight, I have only a minute on the laptop battery this time, but that’s enough to tell about a very overlooked, and centrally located, Delhi historical site.

Most guidebooks mention Raj Ghat, the location where Mahatma Gandhi was cremated. (This site was in the news in 2006 when George W. Bush paid a visit. Some people complained about the hypocrisy. I think, if anyone ever needed to get Gandhi’s vibes, it would be Dubya.)

http://asuph.wordpress.com/2008/01/07/if-this-isnt-match-fixing-what-is/

in the swing of the things at the end of the year folks, what would be your top three books you read this year?

Somehow I am not sure as to what recently written books I should pick up so am more comfortable picking stuff from the second handbook shop. new books rarely that get there. last year I was into Indian authors but this year haven’t ventured into any Indian section. my top three are:

Bruce Chatwin’s Songlines (this is about his travels in Australia to know more about Aboriginal Songlines - paths across the country that you know of only if you know the song)

It’s meme time again: here is my post