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Monthly Archives: February 2008
Notes from a Cemetery
The story is incredible. Scattered all over London are cemeteries known as the Magnificent Seven. The most famous one is the Highgate Cemetery. More than anything else, it offers a strange and creepy peek into the lives (no, the deaths) … Continue reading
Posted in History and Monuments, London, Photographs
14 Comments
Minor Annoyances
Is it just me or does somebody else find it really annoying when someone says something like “It’s so nice you work. You must keep yourself occupied” or “It’s good that you work. Must keep you entertained and busy.” I’ve … Continue reading
Posted in Self
22 Comments
If you read one thing today .. etc.
This is such an incredibly beautiful post. [via Marginal Revolution] The photographs are haunting, and the reflections on the remains of what was once a school books depository are almost creepy. Abandoned places have a strange impact. Either they amaze … Continue reading
Posted in Borrowed Words
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Jodhaa Akbar
The hall was packed. And I mean packed. Every seat taken. I promised myself that I wouldn’t crib about the historical inaccuracies. It’s a film. If I want history, I go back to my undergrad books. Jodhaa Akbar is full … Continue reading
Posted in Music, Film and Art
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Fiction Fragment: The End
All that they learned about love, they learned from the movies. That men and women declared glorious heterosexual love, sometimes fought with their families, and finally got married. That in the precise part that the couple were sitting solemn and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Fiction
7 Comments
Look! It’s one of The Beatles!
One of the dubious distinctions of studying where I study is that it is right next to the Royal Courts of Justice. Which usually means that that on days of “high-profile” cases being heard at the court, paparazzi fills the … Continue reading
Posted in London, Photographs
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Fiction Fragment: At the wedding
Everybody pretends to hate weddings. But they all turn up anyway. Maybe it was the free food, or the hope that their contemporaries weren’t doing so well after all. Her asthma was acting up. Perhaps it was the heavy perfumes. … Continue reading
Posted in Photographs, Poetry and Fiction
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Poem: Reading Obituaries
First thing in the morning, they read the obituaries. She recites them out to her grandmother. The Hindu, apart from making excellent shelf cover for the almirahs, has a comprehensive list of all the people in Madras and surrounding areas … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Fiction
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Tagged: More self-indulgence
Lekhni tags me to pick posts from my own blog on certain topics. It’s harder than it sounds. For one thing, while searching my blog, I come across certain cringe-worthy posts. But it’s better than watching the 20-20 between Australia … Continue reading
Posted in Self
4 Comments
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