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August 2016

Now Brewing

Wired Magazine August 2016

wired magazine august 2016

After many years I have stolen some time to pick a paperback copy of a magazine. I picked up Wired this summer and so far its been worth every flip of the page. So, what does a magazine that’s considered the “Rolling Stone of technology” got to offer? A wise and informed commentary on a wide vista of topics. Sometimes eye-opening and almost always informative and cutting edge. I skim through articles that don’t catch my fancy and linger on the stories…

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Mythology and More

an evening piece

it’s one of those evenings. feels as if the world is spinning out of control. i wonder what control we seek and what is this world that seems to be in such danger. around me, in “reality”, all is as it should be. or so it seems. what if nothing is the way we think it is? what if we are just creating a fantasy, each our own, and what we see touch taste hear smell is just in our…

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The Boy Who Lived.. and how I have lived with him..

boy who lived how i lived with him

At the stroke of the midnight hour, the start of 31st of July, I stood in a parking lot waiting with hundreds of other people in a queue, in front of a brightly lit truck. The truck is called the Amazon Treasure Truck. And for this once, I can personally vouch for the treasure it carried within. I got my copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I have read all the books, of course. And watched all the movies.…

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The Yearning …


Ab ke baras bhej bhaiyya ko, babul Savan mein leejo bulaaye re … This soulful rendering by Asha Bhonsle, from the movie ‘Bandini’, crooning from the radio yesterday afternoon, took me back to a bygone era. Girls growing up happily in their maternal home, are married off as soon as they attain youth. Living in a distant place, separated from their beloved parents and siblings, they yearn for the happy times they spent with them during their childhood. It is…

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sarees tell stories

of real and fake and chanderi sarees

he loved vintage cars. every morning, practically, he’d come to look at his collection, which used to be kept in a garage built on land rented from my family. he always wore pristine, brilliant white pajamas and a flowing crisp kurta, his hair would be neatly brushed and the most pleasant smile would appear on his face if he happened to spot you or any of your elders. “namashkar!” he’d greet in a low amicable tone, as he raised his…

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durga Poetry

I hate you – A love filled poem

hate love filled poem

In a world full of dishonesty and deceit With animosity and abhorrence all over replete You entered my life proving otherwise I hate you for removing my veil of despise My tears had dried, my heart had hardened No news affected me, joyful or saddened You melted my heart and released the fears I hate you for giving me many happy tears It seemed innocence was an age old thing Everybody’s actions calculated and conspiring Your innocent eyes brought back…

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Wizard’s Daughter

wizards daughter book review

He searches for her in a ball. With single-minded purpose he pursues her and she falls for him. She is Rosalind. An orphan child who was beaten to death as a little girl and cast away. The Sherbrook family have raised her as one of their own. But, even they can’t explain why the only thing the girl does remember of her life before the Sherbrook’s are the haunting words to a song. He is Nicholas Vail. Disowned by his father…

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on seeing facebook and remembering my grandmother

there was no facebook in my grandmother’s time. when she made batches of a hundred pantuas, no one quickly went and took pictures on their iphone and posted it on fb. there was no iphone too then. pantua, in case you’ve never had of it, is this delightful bengali mishti or sweet. it’s a lot like gulab jamun, but it isn’t that ubiquitous dessert. pantua is made mainly of chhana or cottage cheese, i.e. paneer… with a bit of khoya…

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