tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45096233451563392902024-03-05T13:43:58.017+05:30In the cloudsPurple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-51427600330074130772012-08-07T21:11:00.001+05:302012-08-07T21:12:16.445+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Chetan Bhagat makes headlines by claiming to know what young India wants- jobs, girls and a social status. It isn't enough that he stereotypes everyone belonging to the female gender in his books, now he has just added a new nomenclature. Young India= males. So us women don't have a say at all, whether we want jobs or guys or even plain respect. I know many don't regard him as a great writer, but this statement is so foolish that even people like me who tend to take a neutral stand on the much debated topic of his writing ability can't help but feel disgusted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To hell with him.</span></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-6161855983063120552012-07-22T18:39:00.000+05:302012-07-22T18:44:11.503+05:30The Blind Boy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Tinkling trinkets, roaring trumpets</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Whistling breeze</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Rustling leaves</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Aromas of cooking, soft satin,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Fragrant flowers</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Pungent clovers</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>are familiar sensations</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>to a little boy</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>His life devoid of light</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>His eyes devoid of sight.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>He's a blind boy</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>who stands in the planetarium.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The puzzled proprietor in his infinite wisdom</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"My dear little boy, how will you experience</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>the heavenly sights,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>the meteors, comets and Mars?"</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The boy smiles and replies</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"Mr. Planet man, I'm not here to see,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I just like the idea of stars."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Book: Dork</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Author: Sidin Vadukut</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Penguin Books India</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Rs. 199</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is the first book of the '<i>Dork</i>' trilogy featuring Robin 'Einstein' Varghese, a management consultant with a 'God' complex. The book is in the form of diary entries; an interesting way of presenting the story to the reader. The entries chronicle the life of Einstein who gets himself into one stunning mishap into another. Einstein wants to make it to associate at his firm and get into the pants of his lady love, Gouri, all within a year. Whether he succeeds or not forms the crux of the story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sidin Vadukut creates a protagonist who is filled up to the brim with flaws. Einstein is a bumbling idiot, blundering his way through life. Yet, he's supremely confident in his abilities and in spite of his qualities reminding the readers of someone they might know in real life, he is likeable and therein lies the brilliance of his characterization. As a reader, you are cheering him on, every step of the way. It reminded me of another narcissistic titular character, (<i>Dr. House</i>, anyone?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Something that did irritate me though were the management or consulting terms used freely in the book. Coming from a non-management background, I for one, could not figure out what the author intended to convey at times. It could mean that I'm dense though I hope not! Overall, it's quite a refreshing read, quite different from the books that I have read recently. And yes, Shahrukh Khan's dentist's accountant and Padmalaxmi's ex-husband's hairdresser are on the spot with their reviews on this one! Stumped? Read the back cover of the book for it's most 'ROFL' moment!</span></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-86943229715079699662012-07-14T20:06:00.000+05:302012-07-14T20:16:52.188+05:30To Binga! My rock star! :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Brett Lee has always been my favourite cricketer. And believe me, in India, that's a tough thing to admit in public, that a non Indian and that too an Aussie is your favourite cricketer. But the mention of Brett's name, however does not evoke as many extreme reactions as one might expect. It's a testimony to his greatness!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Brett was a passionate fast bowler and a thorough gentleman, a species rare to find these days. His fist pumps and million dollar smiles would make girls faint within seconds! And I will shamelessly admit, I am one of those girls, who would swoon at the mere mention of his name. I remember trying to meet him in my second year of MBBS. He had been on a visit to my city to conduct a cricket coaching camp at a boys' school. It was a requirement to have purchased a 'Boost' packet and producing it at the school gate to gain entry. My friend and I had forgotten to buy one, but the organizers let us in anyway. And there we were in the midst of little school boys, out to catch a glimpse of my hero! I couldn't gather up my courage to get his autograph that day, but I sincerely hope that some day I will meet him again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Though my little school girl crush has disappeared over time, my respect for him has only grown. He will always be my first love, my hero and my most favourite cricketer. As he opens a new chapter in his life, let us all raise our glasses... To Binga! Here's wishing you all the very best in your future endeavours!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Love is...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Feathery light,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>delicate,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>like wisps of dandelion.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Love is...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>melodious harmony,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>romantic,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>like strums from a guitar.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Love is...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Whimsical memory,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>mellifluous,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>like tunes from a music box.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Love is...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Smooth and creamy,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>delicious,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>like coffee art.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thunderous applause greets us</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The dance of the water drops reminds me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of the joy I found in your arms on a rainy August night</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Colourless spray clouds my vision,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">celestial will combined with our arousing passion!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The drone of the waves, the hum of the waterfall</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The drenched leaves, the defeated rocks</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All witnesses to our perfection!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Clouds of grey gathered to congratulate</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rumbled their blessings </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Joined by the the reverberation!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Little drops form mighty whirlpools</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Whorls of water</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Swirls of currents</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">give way, drawn into the vortex</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We arise wet, splashed with celebration!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Entwined fingers, heavy breaths</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moist lips, let's go with the flow</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and where it will take us,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Downstream, </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">away from the iron stranglehold,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">away from nature's marvelous water show.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">PS: Poem inspired in reality by Mumbai's monsoon, not something else ;)</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When you come by with your magical aura</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There's a lingering beat, a longing glance</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A tiny wave that tingles my spine.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You seem to know the effect you have on me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You tranquilize, you make me fantasize</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You put me in a drug-less trance!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I get lost in your dreamy eyes, </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You are the reason behind the smile on my lips</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The spring in my moves</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your touch leaves me breathless, I feel winded</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">like I have swum a thousand miles!</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I wait till your boat arrives</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All around I see salty waves till infinity</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In my world, the fishes dart</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Around the coral reefs</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's a world more enchanting than you will ever see</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know you are coming for me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I will miss my world of aquamarine blue</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have given up it all, just to be with you.</span></i></div>
</div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-69868449493513756002012-07-08T14:54:00.002+05:302012-07-08T14:59:54.612+05:30Ashwin Sanghi's 'The Krishna Key'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After the success of '<i>The Rozabal Line'</i> and '<i>Chanakya's Chant</i>', writer Ashwin Sanghi is back with his latest mythological thriller- '<i>The Krishna Key</i>'. I happened to read the first few chapters which are up online. It looks promising although the characters seem to have been totally ripped off from a certain other historical thriller writer which I'm sure you will have no trouble identifying after reading the book preview. A 40 something historian and a villain who has tattooed almost every inch of his body.. Sounds overtly familiar? Though I was disappointed about the not-so-original characterizations, I have full faith in Sanghi's abilities as an excellent storyteller. I thoroughly enjoyed his last book '<i>Chanakya's Chant</i>' which is a work of art and I am hopeful that '<i>The Krishna Key</i>' will live up to my crazy expectations. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The book is expected to be released in the last week of August 2012.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A preview of the first five chapters- <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/ashwinsanghi/the-krishna-key-preview">http://www.slideshare.net/ashwinsanghi/the-krishna-key-preview</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pre-order it on Flipkart- <a href="http://www.flipkart.com/krishna-key-9381626685/p/itmdayz59gtzmq22?pid=9789381626689&ref=229eff10-c8b3-4044-91c9-7843377440ff">http://www.flipkart.com/krishna-key-9381626685/p/itmdayz59gtzmq22?pid=9789381626689&ref=229eff10-c8b3-4044-91c9-7843377440ff</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And now for my favourite bit! The trailer for the book. I should mention that the music is awesome! Mystical, enchanting and it piques your curiosity regarding the book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>She walks along on the sandy expanse</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>graze against her feet</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>She looks back, she feels relief</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>There is no need to compete.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Swirling water laps at her toes</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The coolness soothing and it then recedes.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The sun casts a blazing orange glow</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It cannot mask the shadow that doth follow</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Little wisps of hair dance on her forehead </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>her eyes speak of a great sorrow </i></span><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Picture: Courtesy </span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Tiny tear drops mix with the falling rain</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And she feels numb no more. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Palms sway to a heavenly tune</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Gulls fly to an imaginary home</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The mighty sea beckons to her</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Pleading, to be her abode.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The rain stops and the sun fades</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The shadow blends with the darkness</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The palms stand still </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The gulls are asleep</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Yet the watery grave cries out to her</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>She must enter and so she weeps.</i></span></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-31866477035129895132012-06-10T21:48:00.001+05:302012-06-10T21:48:29.372+05:30Random thoughts-1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I started this blog, I had no idea where I was heading or what it is that I wanted to blog about. Slowly, over the past few months it has taken shape mainly into a poetry blog. No idea how that happened! I know that my poetry isn't all that great but I have somehow come to love this mode of expression. I have this insane urge to make the lines rhyme even though I know that good poetry doesn't have to... That's a part of my obsessive personality I guess. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have also read some wonderful posts over the last few months. Maybe I can never live up to them, but I'm enjoying the ride. :)</span></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-62865457523424991942012-06-08T18:44:00.003+05:302012-06-08T22:43:46.845+05:30Fabled Fame<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Feverish hands</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Reach for the treasured crown</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Studded with the rubies red</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Redder than the blood shed.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Frenzied eyes</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gleam in a manic stupor.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Whispering wail reaches a screaming pitch</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But the steady gaze does not flinch.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Frantic fingers</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trace the tainted ornament</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blood mixes with the deserved sweat</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Prisoner to his inevitable death.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Faltering breaths</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Interrupt the mighty king</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He has proved his gutsy mettle</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yet life gushes out in a slow trickle.</span></i><br />
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fiery desire</i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Of a mortal being?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Or a foolish game</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>On the walk of the Fabled Fame?</i></span></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-50402480161192009902012-06-03T22:49:00.002+05:302012-06-03T22:49:53.586+05:30Unlock<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Rusty key cannot</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Dusty lock unlock, even</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>when freedom is sought.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Written for: <a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/2012/06/147-lock.html">Haiku Heights</a></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Drifting thoughts run</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like comets in the sky</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All in a different direction</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To the awe of the passersby.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They run and then they turn</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Invisible force draws them together..</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They collide</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They coalesce</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With little strings they tether.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now it takes shape..</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A vision, a dream</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">More detached from reality</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it now should seem...</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rays from a glittering diamond</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fingers running through the mauve sand</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gone in a second, </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gone in a blink</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Testimony to it's temporary stand.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Fearsome storms invade</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>into a hidden recess</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Finally.. some clarity shines</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Though I must confess...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Tangible as they are</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>In straight lines they do not align</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>They deviate</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>They drift</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Yet they are figments of my mind.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>They invite us all</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Come, let's dance!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Say, 'Ahoy'!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>In the ocean blue</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Share my joy!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok, that was my first post in Haiku. So if I have made any mistakes, feel free to correct me!</span></div>
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Anthem of an egomaniac :)<br />
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<i>The sun burns bright</i><br />
<i>But brighter is the desire</i><br />
<i>unfettered by logic</i><br />
<i>not fenced in</i><br />
<i>like a Mahjong tile.</i><br />
<i>To be taller than the tallest</i><br />
<i>or faster than the fastest</i><br />
<i>See them? They burn brighter than the brightest</i><br />
<i>yes, brighter than the Sun.</i><br />
<i>Should I be worried</i><br />
<i>by the lack of ethics?</i><br />
<i>Frontiers are to be conquered</i><br />
<i>Mountains to be scaled</i><br />
<i>There's no time for niceties when</i><br />
<i>That top spot on the ladder is to be claimed.</i><br />
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<i>I will crush the opposition</i><br />
<i>I will stamp out protest.</i><br />
<i>Yes, I will squeeze them out,</i><br />
<i>Bleed them dry</i><br />
<i>Just to broadcast my conquest</i><br />
<i>For the fame has to be mine!</i><br />
<br /></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-59730844971685164092012-05-20T19:08:00.002+05:302012-05-20T19:12:23.644+05:30Under a Spell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Inhaling deeply,</i><br />
<i>Consciousness fades..</i><br />
<i>Arriving in a dream </i><br />
<i>Where I make no mistakes..</i><br />
<i>The sun blushes</i><br />
<i>The petals close</i><br />
<i>Fantasy it might be</i><br />
<i>But I want some more.</i><br />
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<i>Cleansing breaths</i><br />
<i>For a tired, old lung</i><br />
<i>Whiter than the whitest</i><br />
<i>pretty flowers are strung.</i><br />
<i>They whisper a message</i><br />
<i>So soft that I can't hear.</i><br />
<i>It must be meant for me</i><br />
<i>I should lean near.</i><br />
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<i>A warm loving hand</i><br />
<i>breaks the fragrant spell</i><br />
<i>I turn to see the face</i><br />
<i>Who? But I couldn't tell</i><br />
<i>The touch lingers </i><br />
<i>and I reach for it slowly</i><br />
<i>It withdraws, invisible still</i><br />
<i>And I'm shaken out of my reverie.</i><br />
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</div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-87567144312393116702012-03-23T23:26:00.001+05:302012-03-23T23:26:49.216+05:30Book Review: The Rozabal Line<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My fascination with historical thrillers led me to read Ashwin Sanghi's novels- The Rozabal Line and Chanakya's Chant. <div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like most people, when I'm bored while in a bus or basically just sitting around, I use my cell phone to play random games or listen to songs on my iPod. Once, I got bored with the games and didn't have my iPod, so I was just going through the apps installed on my phone and realized that I had this really cool app- Aldiko Book Reader. I had forgotten all about it after it's installation, telling myself that I had no patience to read a book on a cell phone. Well, on this fateful day, I found a book that I had downloaded from the internet- Arthur Conan Doyle's <i>Round the Red Lamp</i> and started reading it for want of anything better to do and found myself hooked from page 1!</span><br />
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</div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-1651961923775461072011-12-10T17:47:00.001+05:302011-12-10T23:49:09.329+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Why this Kolaveri, kolaveri di?", sings my Maharashtrian friend who has no idea what it means. I did not know either what the word 'Kolaveri' meant, before I looked it up on the net, but the song has gone so viral that it has gotten every alternate person I meet humming it. For every 99 people that love the song there is that 1 person that hates it. I am, unfortunately, that 'one' person. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Death pervaded in its awakening,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Craving to be found, this proud nation!</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>She yearns to tell all her story</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>of people from her land and all their glory.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Her wish is again in the dreaded grasp of fate</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sighing, her moment she anticipates....</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Picture Courtesy: Google</i></span></div>
</div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509623345156339290.post-24400936819221354942011-11-27T21:53:00.001+05:302011-11-27T22:16:49.502+05:30Post no. 29<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today I read in the newspaper that Yuvraj Singh was battling a lung tumour and that was the reason for his recent dip in form. I had given up following cricket a long time back and wasn't even aware of Yuvi's bad run of late.. Glad to know that he's all right and will be joining the team soon.. What intrigued me more than the story though was the heading of the article. It read- "After 3 month battle with cancer,Yuvi learns it's tumour". Now any medico and many laymen would know that lung cancer is a kind of tumour.. Another leading website claimed that a 'lymphoma' was diagnosed which could have been 'malignant'! Again, lymphomas are malignant tumours! Sheesh... You would have thought they would have done better research before publishing those articles!!</span></div>Purple Misthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774245402683711788noreply@blogger.com0