tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182414452012-01-16T05:17:06.092-08:00All in the town were still asleep,<br> When the sun came up with a shout and a leap.<br> In the lonely streets unseen by man,<br> A little dog danced. And the day began.<br> -- Rupert Brookeweathermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14944297021652266853noreply@blogger.comBlogger2511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18241445.post-37833940832308781102012-01-10T10:06:00.000-08:002012-01-10T10:12:23.149-08:00

Was reading Isaac Asimov’s Azazel last night. Recommend it to anyone who is lookhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifing for some clean, honest to goodness, ‘un-perverted’ (not a word) laughs. Anyhow, in one of the stories there was a reference to the quantum physics observer effect/uncertainty principle (or something along the line) that suggests that the outcome of a phenomena kinda depends of

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Time and again I’ve triedTo speak my mind To Get ‘em out in the open, on a paperHoping they'd soften the blowsleave 'em trailing behind.But the poet in me is gone and don’t know when he’ll be backIf he’ll ever be back.So I do, what I shoulda doneI turn to them…the one’s been here and goneDead poets, (No, I don’t care for the movie)b kind, send me a song. And sure as day light they say it right

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Now I drink pain in every delightAnd poison in every wine;I never knew it would be so bitterTo be alone,Alone, without you. ~ Hermann Hesse (Without You)

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Aint nobody’s fault and sure aint mineThat I cannot tell the time.Know that watch there works just fine.But that damned thing was never mine. That’s the way, and suites me fine.What’d I care if its 5 or 9.But it aint nobody’s fault but mineThat this guy here aint got no time.

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সেই কবে, বহুদিন আগেবসন্ত বেলায় বেঁধে ক্ষনিকের ঘরমৌসুমী সখী মম, দেখেছিলসপনের ঘোরে,আমার রূপান্তর |ঘর লাগা চোখে সুন্দরীতমাচেয়েছিল মুখ পানেকাছে সরে এসে, একান্ত গোপনেবলেছিল কানে কানে: ”আমি দেখেছি তোমায়,সাঝের বেলায়চলেছ আমারি সাথে .হেটেছি দুজন, খানিকটা ক্ষণহাত ধরা ছিল হাতে |বেলা ফুরোলে, ফুরোলো পথওদাঁড়ালে নদীর তীরেঅস্ফুট স্বরে বললে কি যেনদেখলে আমাকে ফিরে |তারপর, কি যে হলোপলক ফিরতে দেখিআমার চেনাতোমার শরীর

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খসে পড়া নক্ষত্রের মত দ্রূত পতনশীলরাতের শেষ সিগারেটের লাল আলোঅনুসরণ করে আমার ক্রমশ: ঝাপসা হয়ে আসা নিদ্রাতুর চোখের দৃষ্টি।দ্রুত, অতি দ্রুত শেষ হয়নির্বীর্য, আশাভঙ্গের সেই পর্ব|নিঃশেষিত নিকোটিন শলাকারনিরাসক্ত গমন পথব্যার্থ হয়কোনো নতুন ছন্দের জন্ম দিতে| জীবনানন্দ, রবীন্দ্রনাথ, ফ্রস্ট, পো একে একে ফিরে যান সকলেসমভাবে ব্যার্থ হয়েঅরন্যরোদন আর কতকাল?অমৃত, সে চিরদিনই অমৃত – সত্য|কিন্তু তা ধারণ করবার

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"How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!As though to breath were life. Life piled on lifeWere all to little, and of one to meLittle remains: but every hour is savedFrom that eternal silence, something more,A bringer of new things; and vile it wereFor some three suns to store and hoard myself,And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like

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Walking down the forest...You’ve been walking for a while; could be days, or months or years. Presently, something catches your eyes. Something like ...a pot. There,...on the ground. What is it made of? Is it shiny? Its a clay pot. So what do you do with it? Nothing? Don’t you want to pick it up? Take it with you? No? Okay then.It’s a shabby li’l clay pot. And you don’t even want that.…………Years

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There is no such thing…as an original storyNone of it is made upIts all something that you’ve seenDreamt aboutOr known all alongYou’ve been there…even if you don know when. We are gathered here to witnessThe final actThe last performance Of the playThis however, is hardly the end…there will be other plays.But for now, from what I hear, You r in for a treat.We are all here…eager to hear The

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it takes a voodoo womanTo get me goinO it’s a voodoo womanWho gets me thereIts a voodoo womanI sit up and noticeOnly a voodoo womanC’d make me care.She’s gotta knowGotta know, Gotta know know the magic righto get it just rightCome voodoo womanCome take my handI’m your magic man babyIt was me all along.You need me as I need youU know this much is trueAint nobody can make itMake it the way we doSo,

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There is no such thing…as an original storyNone of it is made upIts all something that you’ve seenDreamt aboutOr known all alongYou’ve been there…even if you don know when. We are gathered here to witnessThe final actThe last performance This however, is hardly the end…there will be other plays.But for now, from what I hear, You r in for a treat.We are all here…eager to hear The stories that were

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“And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens. . . they will all be your friends. And, besides,I am going to make you a present. . .“…That is my present. Just that. It will be as

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পেছনে কেউ নেই, সামনেও নেই কেউ।প্রবীণরা যে পথটি সাফ করেছিলেন বন্ধ হয়েছে সেটি।এবং অন্য যে পথ, সকলের পথ,প্রশস্ত আর সরল, যায়নি কোথাও।একলা আমি - খুঁযে ফিরি আমার পথ। ~ ধর্মকির্তী “No one behind, no one up front.The path cleared by elders is no more.And the other way, followed by all,Wide and clear, goes nowhere.Alone I, keep searching for mine.” ~

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Hearts of War. WHY o Why did I waste two hours of my life watching it! Compared to this, even sex and the city would have been better. These are troubling times, times when idiots think they can make a WW II movie and dish it out to people and they succeed!!! WHO the fuck paid for this movie to be made? Who was the asshole that read the script and decided to go for it! And the acting o m GOD! I'm

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Today I’m high on something but00000Not sure what.Granted, it is a good dayThe sun is up (and will stay up)People will make merry… dancing around trees…and later in the night it’s all about the birds and the bees…(if u know what I mean)00000Glad midsommer!As for me, if nothing else, there will be free booz!0000000000But its none of thatIt could be the blackout,00000God knows how I missed ‘em!And

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[Came across these while browsing through play lists in Spotify...didn't want them to get lost.]"You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's

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Its been a while since I sent anything to a news paper...like 12 years or so. Hate to admit it but its always nice to c your name in print. :)http://edailystar.com/index.php?opt=view&page=10&date=2010-06-01Its the entry titles face-off. I actually gave it a much boring title...some guy with sense did me a huge favor in changing it. Thank u guy, who ever u r. :D

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sometimes it happenssomewhere along the waysomeone finds it sitting theresitting there on a chairone's very ownstonestone cold, stony...stone!stone, u rock!so i come and sitsit by my stone, (or sometimes,..right on it)all right therejust sit and starestarin at my stone...my cold, old ancient stone.all stones r ancientas r all soulsso the story goesC'est la vie...so come, sitget stoned with me

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If you ask me, going after the truth is like Trying to tackle a crab without the proper utensilsToo much work for too li’l meatI’m done with all thatTruth is overratedYou heard the story about the three blind guysGoing to check out an elephant?The one catching the trunk called it a snakeThe one finding a leg called it a tree and the one Tugging on the tail…well, you get my driftBut let me just

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"Isaiah answer'd. 'I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then perswaded, & remain confirm'd, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.'Then I asked: 'does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so?'He replied: 'All poets believe that it does, &

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[stumbled onto these while looking up an old friend] "The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy whereas it now appears finite &

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The Bauls are a sect of mystic singers roaming the far-flung tracts of rural Bengal. These songs never fail to mystify the mind of an average Bengali. We are deeply moved by them, even if we don’t really know why.

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I’ll play your game but on my own terms. I come and go as I please. I’m behind schedule but thats okay; this is just the way I roll. And you can burn that score card in your hands…Your rules and rewards mean nothing to me. Make no mistake; I got nothing to prove,...to you or to anyone else.

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Dead bird lying at the foot of the triumphal arch of Constantine.Constantine, the GreatGreat ruler of menBuilder of grand thingsShifter of great tidesA Great maker of history!And the great arch stands tall,telling the story of the man’s thriumphfor thousands of yearsand the bird dropped dead right at its foot.Nobody wants to know the bird’s storyHe must have had one.He could be a fallen hero,A

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"This is the old American Dream, cosmetically made over but with its foundation still in the idea of super abundance. How is global humanity, already starving by the millions, to emulate this lifestyle? Will all the world's people drive energy efficient cars? Will the entire planet, then, be paved to accommodate them? Where are the resources to build large houses, swimming pools, and air

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[Where and how to begin?just so much there to sayAnd as declared, in my last confessionIts rather difficult these days, to hold it togetherYet, I must make an effort, I must…Cause this,…this…’thing’… its…Well its driving me…Heck! That’s no good. I’ll start afresh,…Don’t know where to beginThere’s so much I want to say]Its not a mad passion burning up the soulOr a craving of the flesh Or a timid

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Aneekami friday sondha thke vabi der sahate boisha gibot kora suru korboAditBaal!ekhono korish nai?baicha asos kamne?Aneekses hobe sunday sondhayamar sara bochor er routine boli....mon- friday bikal porjonto fataiya kamla deifriday sondha- sunday bikal bengali gibotere 52 dia guun deAditlolvaloi tomaal e boshar lok pas nai?Aneekei khan e aisha notun exp. hoise... biatta gula irretating...

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"When people speak of great men, they think of men like Napoleon - men of violence. Rarely do they think of peaceful men. But contrast the reception they will receive when they return home from their battles. Napoleon will arrive in pomp and in power, a man who's achieved the very summit of earthly ambition. And yet his dreams will be haunted by the oppressions of war. William Wilberforce,

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Ended up watching Outlanders (2007) instead of Outlander (2008). Wish I'd make more mistakes like these. And oh, did I mention I managed to fall in love (again) in the process? She is Alexis Raben, the actress playing Anna in the movie. She is absolutely brilliant and extremely beautiful (sigh...) and has a double major in Film studies and Psychology! I'm sorry Naomi, but I would have to take you

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Just finished watching the 3rd season of Dexter. (No I don’t have anything better to do in the summer.) It’s a popular show about a serial killer who kills other serial killers. Like all shows of this kind, its strangely addictive. I mean…u get to watch a guy slicing other guys and get away with it, without feeling any guilt whatsoever! And if even that doesn’t float your boat, there’s the sex

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I finally read Anna Karenina. And I'm very glad that I ignored a good friend's warning in doing so (he told me its nothing more than a soap opera and I'll be sure to ignore his comments on literature in the future). Anyhow, I don't want to write a book review. (I don't think I would be able to even if I wanted to.) Its an amazing book and I liked it and thats that. What I wanted to write about is

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Not into musicals that much. But sure wouldn't much watching more like these. Pity,...they just don't make 'em like they used to.

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I dig this chick! She's like the modern day Monty Python. Her videos happen to be one of the most viewed stuff on YouTube (7 mil hits in 6 months in the beginning of 2007). Never mind all that. Check her out yourself.Heres some of the stuff I liked:TWITTER WHOREsxephil and HotForWordsBehind the Scenes-Pirates of the CaribbeanWILD DREAM!!!

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"Happy a hundredfold, whoevercan lean on faith, who can dismisscold reason, sleep in sensual welterlike a drunk traveller in a shelter,or, sweeter, like a butterflyin flowers of spring it's drinking dry:but piteous he, the all-foreseeing,the sober head, detesting eachhuman reaction, every speechin the expression of its being,whose heart experience has cooledand saved from being charmed or fooled!

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``oh, quit your stale, your tedious quacking,and your alas-ing and alack-ingabout what's buried in the past:sing about something else at last!''All right, you want the resurrectionof trumpet, dagger, mask and sword,and dead ideas from that old hoard,all brought to life at your direction.Not so? ``No, sirs, the ode's the thing,that's the refrain that you should sing,- A.S.Pushkin. Eugene Onegin (

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“Idle again by dedication,oppressed by emptiness of soul,he strove to achieve the appropriationof other’s thought – a splendid goal;with shelves of books deployed for action,he read, and read – no satisfaction:here’s boredom, madness or pretence,here there’s no conscience, here no sense;they’re all chained up in different fetters,the ancients have gone stiff and cold,the moderns rage against the

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This is why I want to live in NY for a couple of years...

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What do you expect on a new year’s eve? Well, I guess you don’t really expect much. A year has gone by, things have happened and you managed to get by okay and now, you just want to spend a few fun hours with your friends, enjoying a few drinks and laughs. And when the countdown is on, and the new year finally arrives, all you really hope for is a good start. Didn’t have a great start this time.

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Well, it can’t wait no longer. God knows I’ve been doing my best to get away from it. Been putting it off, dodging them all – the voices in the head, the dancing snow flakes in the air, the bitter cold rain, the occasional sunlight, the morning window and the whispers at nights, all of it. Somehow managed to get by and put myself to sleep and get away but never really got away in the end. It’s a

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You know, its amazing how you can make a mistake and kick yourself about it and then you tell yourself that you cann’t really make that mistake ever again in your life and then when the time comes, you just go ahead and do it all over again. It doesn’t really end there, you continue to go on that way for the rest of your miserable life. Oh heck, I’ll just tell you the whole story. Lately, I’ve

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My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through. Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire. There are times when I languidly

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(for the real “homicidal nanny”)I have forgotten you, everything about youThat adorable li’l face,- picture perfect innocence, hiding all trace of the bitter cruelty within. Those beautiful sad eyes, gazing at distant skies,would never fail to disguisethe madness lurking behind.And those pink perfect lips, (ones I still missand God! Could they kiss!)Would never show the serpent tongue. I’ve

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Autumn night. Light drizzle, so light that you barely notice it without the light at the door, light meeting the droplets for just a fraction of a second before they come down and rest on the gravels laid out on the path way, much like the way people come in touch with people in busses, trains, poker tables and dinner parties as they go about their day to day comings and goings. Up ahead you see

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1st day of the weekend – My 1st ever Laundry Day! Went out the night before, had a few beers and woke up late, - just like back home. Anyhow, so I put the cloths into the machine and I had nothing to do for the rest of the day so decided to go for a walk. Within a few minutes I saw it. A solitary yellow flower by the path way, prominent againts the green all around, standing and moving slightly

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Be careful about what you wish for cause you just might get it. Am I regretting it? Not really. After all, this is what I wanted, this is what I knew it'd be. After so many years of whining and nagging and bitching about every little things around me, I am finally out. So there. They all came to see me off – everybody was there and all of them meant it. Its a blessing to have a family like this.

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"To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour."~ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence"There was no doubt that this poor man was mad, but there is something in the madness of this man which interests me more than the sanity of Lord Byron and Walter Scott."~ William Wordsworth William Blake: What paintings of visions

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What do you think she is made of? Yep, thats right! The papercraft blog (http://paperkraft.blogspot.com) has a lot more like these. Here is another one I really liked -

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Pranab's site...never fails to amaze me. Bring back something everytime...

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I wonder how many superheroes we actually meet everyday and pass by everyday without even knowing it. The other day the company car was giving us a ride home after work. The traffic is really bad at those times and the car was getting stuck every now and then. During one of those spells I saw this man with a cane rushing towards my window. It took me while to realize that he was blind as he moved

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Some more - On Love and Relationships Relationship Advice

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He zipped up his jacket and rubbed his hands together to warm himself up. Is it always this cold in February? He cant really tell. Will he be able to tell next year how cold it was this year? Who knows! He just hopes he doesn’t have to wait out here long. Its not so bad though. Good thing the playground is surrounded by all these buildings; would have been a lot colder if it wasn’t. In fact, its

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I love this show! Its cute and witty and fun. If I were a kid I bet I would learn a lot from it (hell! I’m learning a lot from it as it is). I really wish I could be their when they make these. While you are there, also check out the page on Sesame Street Kosovo. “After years of violent ethnic strife between Serbs and Albanians, the show had the potential to build peace and tolerance with a new

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“History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake” ~ James JoyceHunt down a black man. Peel the black skin off of his body. Cheers and laughs all around as the black abomination screams in pain, begs for his life. Hang his bleeding body and just to be sure, set him on fire.http://www.liu.edu/cwis/cwp/library/african/2000/lynching.htmI wonder, when you skin a black man or a brown man or a

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I got a death threat from a ‘Homicidal Nanny’ on yahoo mail. It was a very short note and the sender signed her name with a phone number the last digits of which are 699. Oddly enough I cant remember what the note said. Needless to say it got me thinking; so much so that the first thing I did after waking up is check my email. Nothing there. (phew) I didn’t check yahoo yet. Man! It’d be really

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[I blogged this once before but the link I gave there doesn’t work anymore. Although it is in goatman’s blog, I am copying it here. Think there’s no harm in repeating things like this.]The Great Way isn't difficultfor those who are unattached to their preferences.Let go of longing and aversion,and everything will be perfectly clear.When you cling to a hairbreadth of distinction,heaven and earth

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Life's a bitch......as r most living things...

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The Ravenby Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the

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The "Little" Tower of Babel - Pieter BRUEGEL, the ElderIt was just too cold to work today. Not that its too cold outside, it’s the stupid AC. Anyhow…that is my excuse to procrastinate today. Started with web galleries and ended up reading about stuff in the Wiki. Guess everybody has a thing and mine happens to be written words. Anyhow…in between stories in the Wiki, I visited a couple of web

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“So much struggle for meaning, for purpose…and in the end we only find it in each other…our shared experience of the fantastic…and the mundane…the simple human need to find a kindred, to connect…and to know in our hearts that we are not alone.” ~ Heroes, season 1, episode 23.The show is a lot like the other freak shows on TV. Its got all the soapy stuff going on…gets on the nerves at times. But

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This is what I've been upto at work all day today - MonomythJasonAnd oh yes, this too - Supernatural TV Soundtrack. Lousy show but they sure play good music.Didn't come to work yesterday. I wanted to, honest to God. Cann't really come if you wake up and find its 3:20 in the afternoon. Can you? I have got to get my act together one of these days.

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That’s Samurai Jack, my new hero. He is an old fashioned one. The type that can do no wrong. We could use more like him these days. Jack is a lone warrior trapped in a futuristic world ruled by the evil, shape shifting monster named Aku, fighting a seemingly lost cause. But however desparate the situation may be, Jack never forgets his code – the honor code of the Samurai. Forever humble, polite

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Forgive me shower for I have been dirty. It has been nearly a week since my last visit. But you must know it wasn’t entirely my fault; I did call on you a couple of times but you were unavailable. Please don’t get me wrong; I don’t blame you. With the tornado out on a killing spree and the blackout you could only do so much. I know you are trying your best. Besides, you came around soon enough

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“Say, cats and dogs really like it when you scratch their neck. Don’t they?”“So does cows.”“Yeah? What about goats?”“I don’t know about goats.”“So how are you so sure about cows?”“You know, when you try to milk them, they’d make a fuss, but if you give her a neck scratch she’d stand still. So I figure they like it.”“So, cows are touchy when people try to touch their breasts, eh? How about that!”“

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[Sidr made its way from the coasts to the capital killing about two thousand people on its way. The whole country blckedout during the weekends. I wrote this in candle light,…not because I had something good to write about or something that mattered. Been writing all sorts of messed things lately. Pages fter pages of crap that just wont come together. Still, I just have to put this one down or it

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Thanks a lot Tanm. Loved it!

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It's a Wonderful Life (1946)Nowal keeps on complaining that my blog is too depressing. Well…I’d like to take this opportunity to dedicate this movie (yeah! I know I did not produce/direct it, BIG DEAL!) to Nowal and Syed, (popularly known as her better 0.5). Hope the two of them will cuddle up into a couch one of these days, watch the damn movie and use up a year’s supply of tissue paper. :-)

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Rumble Fish (1983)Father: Every now and then, a person comes along, has a different view of the world than does the usual person. It doesn't make them crazy. I mean... an acute perception, man... that doesn't, that doesn't make you crazy. Rusty James: Could you talk normal?Father: However sometimes... it can drive you crazy, acute perception. Rusty James:I wish you'd talk normal 'cause I don't

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My life has been like the poems (?) that I write, - “Lost in Introduction”(and a long and tiresome at that)dwelling back and forth aimlesslybetween obligatory emptiness and superfluous ‘eloquence’,never getting down to that one true linethat’d write the rest of the storyin impeccable words, meaningful, real words,words that you can touchand let touch you back.Mediocrity is such a curse.The story

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[good thing I wrote this on a toilet paper. Wasn’t a total loss. For what its worth, I meant every word.]You ask me if I’ve ever seen it- love of a true kind,The kind we all read about,but could never really find.I tell you I haven’t seen it.But wouldn’t mind if I do. Call me crazy but I’ve got a feeling,You wouldn’t mind much too. You say that it don’t exist.You say it cannot be.But all the time

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For quite a few years now, I’ve been feeling that I’m getting dumber; the brain is slowing down with each passing month and its taking longer to do math, all sorts of math. The other night I was thinking the same thing and since I wasn’t feeling up to doing anything else, decided to work the head a little by trying a few multiplications in the head. Did just one – 5333 by 13. Took me about 3

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Anjan was devastated when Proton got hitched. The idea of a younger one getting ahead was just too much for him. He was practically begging the senior citizens (a.k.a family elders) to end his miseries ASAP since then. Well…he’s finally got his wish. We drove down to the village on Friday morning to attend his ‘engagement’. Once we got there we figured we might as well make it a full-fledged

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I have finally finished reading the book. I don’t think I can describe what I took from it. Instead, I’ll just quote some bits from the last chapter.“Like archeologists digging down through layers, we have found under the superficial history of the early seventeenth century, just before the outbreak of the Thirty Years War, a whole culture, a whole civilization, lost to view.” (p. 290)“The

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"What hath put the present Age into so great confusion is the cruel hatred, and spiteful envie which in these days in seen to reign generally amongst men. All help then for these present evils, is to be hoped for from infusing Charity, reciprocal affection, and that sanctified love of our neighbor, which is God’s chiefest commandment, into mankind; we out therefore to employ all our skill in

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"There is life here. anyone reading this is breathing, maybe hurting, but breathing for sure. and if there is any light to come, it will shine from the eyes of those who look for peace and justice after the rubble and rhetoric are cleared and the phoenix has risen.Affirm life.Affirm life.We got to carry each other now.You are either with life, or against it.Affirm life."I wanted to show Abid, my

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This is probably going to be a little too fast a mode change from the last one but heck, its all good. =D

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I LOVE HER! Found her at Shakia's Spot. There are more videos on her page.Links - A Poetic JusticeSuheir Hammad's Official Website

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At work. Spent the last 40 minutes trying to draw a mutant crab. Why? Wanted to blog about all sorts of things. Thought about wring about the things I’ve been reading…wanted to write about Bruno who they burnt at the stakes on February 17, 1600. Thought about writing an ode to the ‘wicked fools’. Felt too tired to do any of that and went to bed early. Met a couple of school friends who I haven’t

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‘Alchemy’ is a word that’s been following me around for a while now. Think it started with The Alchemist, the Paulo Coelho best seller. Later, I ran into it a couple of times here and there before finding it again in The Rosicrucian Enlightenment by Frances Yates. The mysterious ‘politico-religious’ movement, originating in the early seventeenth century Europe, had roots in the ancient arts of

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After the third the bliss kicks in.The body floats, the mind at ease.One finally finds happiness In his chemically induced peace.Nothing troubles me now.The uncomfortable pillow, the lonely bed,The unending conflicts in the headAnd all that rubbish said,Written, heard and read,- They couldn’t have mattered less.Nothing concerns me now.The inadequacy of reasons,The colors of the seasons,The divine

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Frid: Do you see little one? The summer night is smiling.Petra: So you’re a poet too.Frid: The summer night has three smiles. This is the first between midnight and dawn, when young lovers open their hearts and loins. Look there! On the horizon there is a smile so soft you have to be very quiet and watchful to see it at all.Petra: Young lovers.Frid: Did that move you, my little pet?Petra: Why

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Bought a few books to suppress the urge to buy a fancy cell phone (which I have a finally decided to get anyway). Took up The Rosicrucian Enlightenment instead of the Memories of My Melancholy Whores which I have been meaning to read since forever. It’s a really good thing that the Wikipedia is there to help us idiots understand things a little better. “The Tree of Life, or Etz haChayim (עץ החיים

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp You hear it only in silence,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp

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I’ve just finished watching Bobby, the movie on the assassination of Senator Robert F. Kennedy. The movie had been lying around in my room for weeks; I thought it would be just another political thriller. The only thing I knew about RFK is that he walked in the shadows of his famous elder brother for the most part and later met with the same tragic ending. The movie wouldn’t change that much if

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[Found this in the trash. Might as well keep it since theres nothing better]It is not your fault my dear.It is I who knock that door.Cant seem to resist – the world of make beliefThere I become what I hate.There I stay, I flip, I forget,That when the night’s run, everybody’s leftTheres nothing there, not even regret.It is not your fault my dear.You are not to blame.It is I who ask for madness,

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Yet another amazing thing I found in goatman’s blog. This one explains it all - http://www.yakrider.com/Buddha/Zen/SengTsan.htm

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Reclamation (2003) Robert & Shana ParkeHarrisonCame across an amazing picture by the ParkeHarrisons at Dorian Gray’s blog. Browsed a little to find more pictures by the artist couple. Here are some links – http://www.parkeharrison.com/http://www.edelmangallery.com/parke-bio.htmhttp://www.artphotogallery.org/02/artphotogallery/photographers/parkeharrison_01.html

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http://mt.essortment.com/stagesofgri_rvkg.htmAnybody got any idea how many times one can loop in these for one reason and for how long?

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“House is the best TV show ever!”“No beating Desperate House Wives”“Desperate House Wives eh?”“Yeah that’s what I said.”“kheks”“You got something in your mind?”“Oh not really…am just wondering…”“What??”“That’s a lot of estrogen”“What???”“You know…estrogen….chick hormone…theres must be a lot of that in your system”“Huh?”“One has to be at least half a chick to like that show”“So I’m a chick??”“

weathermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14944297021652266853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18241445.post-64775297584924278362007-07-21T13:34:00.000-07:002007-07-21T13:38:38.011-07:00

Watched the red tail light of Masum’s bike go out the gate and disappear around the bend. The last time I will ever see it. Gonna miss that damned ride, if not the son of a bitch that drove it. Reality check - “Was he the last one?”Shahed in New YorkRomel in LondonRudra in MelbourneLocha in TorontoMasum left for Melbourne today.Where was I? Was busy with work but that’s not it. Been attending

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Doing the zombie walk again. Going to the office in the morning, coming back at night, going to society thingies on the weekend and sleeping away all the private time watching Scrubs. Think they aren’t as fun as they used to be but heck, they keep you hooked till 3 am in the morn and after that you feel pretty exhausted to think, feel or dream about anything else. That’s right. I decided to give

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Sudhi shokol shune hoben boro pritoPurush manush du prokar – jibito, bibahito[Ladies and gentleman you’d be glad to hear it said(that) There are two kinds of men – the living and the wed]~ folk wisdomThe guy I grew up with died (got hitched) this weekend. The smartest, most decent kid in the bunch. He is the silent type; you’ve got to know him well to know how witty he is. Wish I could be more

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Click on the picture to see the original. It is NOT just a picture!So what do you think it says?

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Was supposed to blog about Pan’s Labyrinth. Couldn’t get into it. Saw Nowal’s Natural Hight list and thought about making my own. 1. Good breakfast, tea and the first smoke – doesn’t happen too often2. Solving a puzzle you’ve been going at for a while – So I’m a geek. You are reading blogs yourself :p3. The wet wind on your face4. Dark clouds looming on the horizon5. The Rain6. Water7. Splashing

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It rained all day today. Started out for work (late as usual) and then I couldn’t get a taxi cause the roads were all flooded. Wasn’t too sad about it. Came home and didn’t know what to do. Went online for a bit, wrote a li’l rhyme for a kitty kat and then watched the rain. When it simmered down a little the crows were all over the place trying to regroup or whatever. Looked like they had a rough

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Been reading The Alchemist. Can really relate to the story; feels like I’ve known it all along. “when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” – says in the book. Dunno if its true, but sure sounds nice. Was flipping through the love poems of Rumi before hitting the sack; the book opened at this page I am life itselfYou have been a prisonerof a little pondI am

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[Was listening to it all day]As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountainsI saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapierI said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a doo dum a daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty pennyI took all of his

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