This content is password protected. Back Buttons and Crazy Experiments. My latest tryst with Carnatic Music sees me hungrier than ever for the mysteries that lie in the deepest crevices of this vast ocean. Back in my childhood, I hated the very fact that I was learning Carnatic Music in the first place; but the thing is patience in life gets you really far.

Welcome to La Bordello, the intellectual pleasure-house; the harem of the aesthete; the garden of the noetic. Starting from an inverted comma. Several other size and colour variations were tried out. But personally, the most critical part is getting the form of the logo right because that is what crea.

The way we all r known to each other. शब द क आध म छ पत ह ए. ज न क नस ज ग लड़त ह ल ग. उड़त चल यह मन म र. ज न क तन पर फ ल ए. र त और द न घर न आय. ह कह प उसक घर. र स त त फ़ न क पहर. ज न द इसक जह पर ज न द ग ज़ न दग. क तन भ आ स बह ए.

There was a time when restaurant food was pretty much the same food you could make at home, but unhealthier, tastier and involving more effort.

This might be my last poem for a long time to come. Please remember me always, oh sweetheart. I feel I might never write again. Long time back I used to watch you come and go. I wanted to assure and protect you.

Reflections on generosity, philanthropy and social change. A Means, not an End. Avenue and now two guys have been passing out fliers with a headline that talks about desecration of the American way of life. Click to share on Pinterest .

The pen is the tongue of the mind. A believer in need,. At what point does the marginal return of extra income diminish? At what point can we create change and not merely count it? At death, we are remembered for the good we have accomplished,. For some difference we have made that is cajoled in our obit. Do we need the disposable income that we squander? Now is the time to give our wealth a second ponder. A Whole And Not A Sum.

My writings for me! Flashes,memories,questions, answers,confessions,favorites, compilations. the big picture,the circle! Monday, April 27, 2009. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. The flavor of life is so bitter. All the things that are to be valued. Are ended no matter what. Coz poison is all people cherish and all love.

It felt right to come. I stepped in, and the morbid atmosphere overwhelmed me immediately. What else had I been expecting? September 22, 2014. But the airport neither understood nor acknowledged this. It and everyone in it functioned in a constant state of denial. The problem I decided was definitely with the way that one was expected to b.