tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252501402011-04-21T11:43:53.681-07:00I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep ...Nasrajanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09377193559657652909noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25250140.post-1154650212777585362006-08-03T17:02:00.000-07:002006-09-30T22:42:26.470-07:00

I found a home..Moved to my own space at http://milestogo.in/ .Please do visit me there.(Right now, I have exported all contents to the new space. Have been keeping aside all new ideas because of the work that had to be done there and also because of the laziness to post it at two places. Now I think I can start afresh.. :-) )

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Usually, I find something to write first, and then only open the notepad to start typing. Today, its the reverse, I don't have anything to write. "Then, why are you here, idiot, to waste our time?!!", you may ask. The thing is, I suddenly remembered this was situation which made the start of everything.As I started off, or rather kicked off, everything started because I badly wanted to write.

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Just got this from my Diary of 2001. The sheet was one of the lecture notes :-D, and the hand writing was Rupa's. One of the moment's of creative discussion I suppose. She has written the name of poetess at the end as "Dorothy King". Google didn't show me such an author, nor I have read any other work of hers. Yet, the hope about life couldn't be more beautiful and optimistic than this.They say

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Being back from home, I was just cleaning up my realm in our flat (exact half of a shelf). I happened to flap through one of my old diaries, and a paper slip fell down. It was the poem by Madhusoodanan Nair, which he recited in the movie "Daivathinte vikruthikal" (God's mischieves). The poem sings beautifully about the worries of an Anglo-Indian who had to leave his home in Kerala to France.On a

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It's been more than two weeks since I was away from blogger world. Had so many things to worry about. Now that everything is settled, and I am back to my Quadrant 2, I thought I would write something.The rain is pouring forth outside, with the pitter-patter and the naughty wind. Yes, monsoon is 2-3 days earlier in Kerala. I love to see the clouds running in, darkening the whole sky.. Then a

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For all the nostalgic people, and for all friends in my life , especially those who are characters in the article below."Suhanee Raat Dhal Chukee, Na Jaane Tum Kab Aaoge"..Muhammed Rafi started singing from the walkman connected to a car stereo in our class. Haroon was the owner of the stuff, and the day was our farewell day from government college Malappuram. I was passing out after having

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"There are two primary choices in life - to accept condition as they exist or accept responsibility for changing them. RANG DE BASANTI is about changing them"- Rakesh Omprakash Mehra (Director of Rang De Basanti)Let me warn all my readers first - this is not yet another review of Rang De Basanti. In the movie, there is more than one discussion about corrupt politicians and the pathetic situation

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"And that is the reason why this victory is great, because different players have made contributions to the win." - Sachin Tendulkar Sachin may have different reasons to be happy when he added each century to his score sheet. I am not an ardent cricket fan who sets auto refresh for the score page in browser for 5 minutes,yet refreshes the page in 2 minutes biting nails. Also, I have stopped

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Long time back, I had an argument with someone in Poornam. The argument was that I declared, "we shouldn't trust people easily, especially guys..". [No offense meant, please]. I was just meaning that we shouldn't trust a person until we know him/her very well for a considerable time. The poem below was written during the argument. Just had a chance to remember it yesterday, dug it out and here

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"What was your happiest moment in Poornam?" - My Queenie Aunty's fruit salad had only just came. The question was from Amar, while we were sitting in the Koder House, Fort Cochi on the Easter Day. We, means Amar, Sangeetha, Sojish, Visakh and I. "Well.. hmmm.. Amar, I was always happy with Poornam, except the occasional frustrations..". Having consoled atleast myself with an answer, I went back

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"This is a happy world if we clean the head of the fountain of happiness within us"..I got these words as mail from the famous malayalam writer C Radhakrishnan. The discussion was about how to keep ourselves at our best. In his novel "Ullil Ullathu" (Roughly translated as "what's inside"), he relates the technique of cleaning the slate. Think of our mind as a slate, sit, relax, breathe hard and

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Chakky has already written on the topic Do only what you love!! And I don't want an argument with him on that, because he is very good at arguing. He could have taken up LLB as well, if it was not for Engineering. :)Anyway, this is not the same. :-)During our talk today, Visakh just remembered that he has a blog of his own. Regarding a train journey (first half of his blog), I share exactly the

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I wrote these thoughts on a different occassion. Anyway, on Amar's advise, I am posting this here so that I don't lose track of my write ups on a later stage. These are some of my childhood memories.Festival time. I wore my new dress (green skirt and yellow top with a big golden button on the buckle), and went out with my friends. We used to visit all my friends' homes, and had sweets from there.

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I am supposed to type in "this-is-my-first-blog I-dont-know-what-to-write". but I hate to admit both. Writing was always (or, still is?) my dream. Ever since I got out of the comic books, i think it was there. My first story book was a bit heavy one, hard bound with a red cover.The first story was about a chick and duckling. The story goes like this : the chick mimics all actions of the

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