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Stories straight from the heart

January 22, 2009

An Ode To My Curly Twirly Twisty Friend

Hunger in my growling stomach calls to you
O my curly twirly twisty friend
You have kept me running like new
Whether it snowed or it rained.

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January 13, 2009

जिंदगी की दहलीज़ पर हाथ थामे खड़े हैं

लड़कपन की खुशियाँ जिनके संग बांटी
जवानी की सुबह की ठिठुरन काटी
आज दोस्त वो सारे दिल तोड़ चले हैं
हमेशा के लिए मुंह मोड़ चले हैं।

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January 10, 2009

The Aftermath

In her rather heart-warming and oft read commencement address (full article) for Harvard’s Class of 2008, J K Rowling, creator of Harry Potter, says:

…many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are…

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January 10, 2009

Why Should This Be The End?

A lot of people loved this blog. I never had thought so many would be there. I had started this primarily to keep all my friends updated and so I don’t have to repeat my stories every time. But then, as true friends go, none of them ever checked the page and forced me to repeat the stories which I couldn’t escape.

Anyway, so a lot of people loved this space. And as I see it, there is no reason the journey is going to stop. There will be places to go, things to see, people to meet and stuff to do. So I thought I will continue this blog with all further journeys. Also, I tried my hand at building a site and realized that all the bunkum about anyone-can-build-a-site is a just that – bunkum. After wasting about 2 weeks on that, I gave up and returned here.

So a few changes. The sub-head is changed. Some things are added. Some widgets. Got it registered on Also added a blogroll of the bikers who blog. All from BikeNomads. Well at least now. There’s also a widget for joining BN. So go ahead guys.

November 29, 2008

Terror In Mumbai

Hope everyone around here is safe. Those bastards must pay.