July | 2005 | 21ϛ

aksa beach Went to aksa beach today. Great view from the rocks…the monsoon winds carrying the waves onwards… If only everything was perfect… via July | 2005 | 21ϛ. The earliest blog entry I wrote that I could locate! This was on Blogspot, now called Blogger. I must have used a cybercafe in Colaba. Blogspot in those days was hot. Google had probably just entered the scene, changing the web forever. Blogging was all about laying your life bare, hour by hour, day to day. Pre-Google internet, with Britney playing in the background, was fun. Those mIRC chat rooms… the first kuestion used to be: ASL? (age, sex, location)! ...
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Freedom at last

At some destined point of time, The long drawn battle bears fruit. Of freedom, that sweet, exhilarating force, That gives existence its deepest meaning. I am glad I borne the pain, The struggle that consumed me, half my life. To bring me to utter those simple, few words, Of the cry of the day, Yesterday. The promise of the past will now run the future! A hope that cruelly crushed many other hopes. That may as well soon get crushed. But it was the only hope that kept life afloat all these years. It is no idle venture, to take control of life. In its wake it makes life itself the centre stage, the very purpose of existence. ...
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How difficult it is…

To decide, act. Action was never my forte. Girls beat me in this. Why is it so difficult to take decisions and act on them? I have mostly acted in instinct without bothering abt consequences. Dont act rashly, is what the archaeologist had told me when i was barely 18. I havent bothered abt conseqnces since. Now i am too old to be rebellious. But frankly, we need to decide And if we persevere, then the world will also support us, bec our intentions were right, just and honourable. ...
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Sometimes memories break through

Rana Pratap Sagar dam I still remember the day, dimly though, when the dam gates were opened; we got a school holiday to go and watch the spectacle. Soon, the torrents of water unleashed by the open gates evaporated, and we had a huge downpour. I always felt scared while passing over this bridge on the few occasions we went to our father’s office. The machinery and rails alongside the dam’s narrow path were too awesome for a kid. The garden built near the dam was our permanent school picnic spot. Here we came to prepare for group singing sessions and had fun. And the small tributary offshoot of this dam flowed through the village where we went every morning, travelling over a small hill for nearly 40 minutes. That’s were we would try to learn to swim and bathe naked! Childhood is a world within itself. How does that world change and grow, till nothing is left but memories? Man is not a forward...
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A life that troubles no one! Vote for snail

In your fast and internet crazy life, ever thought about the poor old snail! They are slow, but have won the struggle of existence too. Here are some interesting facts about snails: Snails live both on land and in water. They come in thousands of species. They are hermaphrodites, but mate with each other anyway. Their size can range from the common few centimetres to several feet. Their tongue contains thousands of teeth! A snail can glide over a rajor blade’s edge without injury! They do this with the slime they produce. They have one leg. Snails can live for a couple of years, though some claim it can go up to fifteen Snails can’t hear. Snails are nocturnal creatures. They some times move in circles – hence considered low brained. They have been given a scientific name: Helix aspersa They maintain a home – a site for hibernation They go into the making of some skin creams and gels. Salt and sugar can kill snails. If you like snails, don’t forget to vote for them by...
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Lyrics or melody

Most of the time it is the tune that engrosses and captures our attention. The melody is what we try hard to reproduce with the right notes in the right tempo. Yet it is the words of the lyrics that contain the real song. Try and sing the words out as if they were newly created — each one of them, and strung together to be sung. Let the force go into their pronouncements, and the tune stay in the background. Let the melody carry the words, but do no more. Every word has a meaning — let it shine forth. This makes for a good singing experience. ...
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