tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184381292024-03-13T15:21:42.101+05:30MiscellaneousHere I’ll post random things that do not fit in my other blogs.Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-40946937396231991042022-01-12T20:03:00.000+05:302022-01-12T20:03:06.353+05:30 Unbridled<p>Unbridled love</p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">And unbridled pain</p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Run parallel like rail tracks</p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">It is life’s endeavour to fill the chasm in between</p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 1px; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Seeking unbridled happiness</p>Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-84014339103459719762021-11-26T08:53:00.003+05:302021-11-26T12:41:58.890+05:30Surviving with TINASurviving with TINA isn’t easy<div><br /></div><div>Before you run your fanciful imagination amok</div><div><br /></div><div>TINA isn’t the abusive – schizophrenic partner or the spouse</div><div><br /></div><div>it is just the abbreviation of There is No Alternative</div><div><br /></div><div>Living without any control or even a choice</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet being advised to be grateful</div><div><br /></div><div>That you’re able to Inhale/Exhale spontaneously</div><div><br /></div><div> when people are scampering around for ventilators for the brain dead.</div><div><br /></div>Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-2636418017202196512020-05-03T22:16:00.000+05:302020-05-03T22:31:03.777+05:30यूँही चार-छे लइने <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
न बची थी कोई ज़िंदगी संवारने की लालसा।<br />
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या किसी आवाज़ की खनक को सुनकर झूमने की आरज़ू।<br />
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पर जबसे तुम आए हो पास।<br />
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ज़िंदगी संवरि सी लगती हैं।<br />
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और दिल झूमता है जब तुम्हारी खनक पड़ती है कानो में।<br />
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जैसे की किसी का पहला प्यार लौट आया हो।</div>
Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-35516228669186811272020-04-30T11:39:00.000+05:302020-04-30T11:39:07.721+05:30Some Lines Just Remain Inside You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As your own secret</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once scribbled on the paper</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But doodled away so no one else can decipher.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or typed once</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then wiped out by the cruel Back Space on your keyboard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Never to be typed again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some lines just remain inside you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They don't sprout any poem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or become part of a story that you write.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As a throbbing pain sometimes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or just as a niggle at others.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As someone you spotted on the road once</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But didn't stop to enquire about because you were in a hurry to reach somewhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Still, the image wakes you up with a start in the night even after years.</span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-35609421556794280762020-04-27T22:56:00.001+05:302020-04-28T10:55:25.288+05:30Honeymoon in the times of Corona<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The phone buzzed around 3 AM making me wonder if I have committed to a trip to anyone, then remembered that we were in lockdown so no question of any trip. Then I checked the number for the country code, to know if it was from a fraudster from a foreign country wanting to steal money from my bank account as we are constantly warned by the phone companies. But, no it was a local number.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, it buzzed again within a few seconds, it was from the same number. I picked it up quickly not wanting to miss it again and asked "who the hell…" a stern voice replied "Abdul? This is police… Does the autorickshaw KL-43 9530 belong to you?" "Yes… it is parked just outside my house". "Oh! Then please come out". I could feel that his voice had softened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What can I say… The scene outside was utterly heartbreaking. Forget the upholstery, those mongrels didn't even spare the tiny LED lights fitted in the side.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is a partially fictionalised version of a chat with a friend who stays in newly formed hotspot zone in the district. He has an autorickshaw that can be mistaken as a mini discotheque with a state of the art music system and fancy lights. He had even given me a few rides in his vehicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He narrated this incident (when I called him to ask how he and his family are coping being in a hotspot), where a couple of stray dogs torn the upholstery of his auto, which would cost at least ₹ 10000/- to repair.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And, the only words I could utter in consolation were "they would have thought this was cosy place to celebrate their Honeymoon", before he disconnected the phone.</span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-33363942559883545272020-04-11T08:46:00.000+05:302020-04-11T11:28:02.445+05:30A Normal Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Watching the sunrise from somewhere behind the concrete jungle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No kids heckling you with their weekend plans, the list of movies to watch, new places to eat out in or birthday parties to attend.</span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-62516503124151452902019-08-21T02:19:00.000+05:302019-08-21T02:20:03.999+05:30Birth of a poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This was written in '97. I was doing a creative writing course (postal) from UK and they used to send a monthly newsletter about opening for freelance contributors in magazines and journals in the UK. In one issue I found a small column about a poetry competition with the title 'LOST' to be judged by an eminent poet (I don't remember who). This info was lingering in my head but I wasn't expecting anything to come out of it. Then bingo! I was going through the India Today in candlelight (those were the days of 30 mins load shedding & funnily those 30 mins turned out to be the most intense or focused in a 24 hrs day). There was a write-up about Soumitra Chatterjee, I don't remember the headline but the introduction had something like “he may have retired but his popularity refuses to go into oblivion”. The last word somehow rang a bell in my head and the last line was formed and very soon the whole poem was ready. So, I pulled a writing pad closer and jotted it down (yes! I used to write everything on paper with a pen in those days). Next day, I requested Dad to get it typed in his office PC and bring a couple of prints in the format specified in the newsletter. I did get the print out and a floppy disk in the evening with the comment "the lady who typed this told that you had spelt ‘existence’ wrongly and she has corrected it." No idea if he had read the whole thing. But, he did get me the Demand Draft for the submission and then I typed the covering letter attaching the poem and the DD with an unstamped self-addressed envelope requesting them that I’d like to have the opinion of the judge about my poem. I’d get it after a month or so on a piece of paper not bigger than a visiting card “We did not mean to use the title to be used in that context. And, only a person with severe physical disability can come up with the last line."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For me writing this at that time was an experiment with words rather than an emotional outpouring. But, I feel today it somehow resonates my mental state and I doubt that my mind will conjure up such a thing no matter however hard I try.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Memories of the past,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Are lost as I pass through the present.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Futility of existence pierces the soul.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now I wish my life to be lost in the oblivion of eternity.</span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-82057818803626166572019-01-05T07:48:00.000+05:302019-11-29T06:18:14.283+05:30An Urgent Shot of Insulin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I lay by the wayside in a drunken stupor</div>
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I can feel people passing by</div>
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As if oblivious of my existence</div>
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Or scrubbing their noses in disgust</div>
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Wish a stray dog just sniffs me</div>
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And lets the world know</div>
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<br></div>
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That I’m not actually drunk</div>
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<br></div>
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But in need of an urgent shot of insulin</div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-75536664419191225612018-11-23T08:04:00.000+05:302018-11-23T08:04:30.578+05:30Threshold of Endurance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Strip me off my dignity –
daily</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Until I put my hands up to
surrender and say I Quit<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But, I’m powerless even to
call it quits<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So, what I do is stretch my
threshold of endurance a little further - daily<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-48115172369035597022018-07-18T11:17:00.000+05:302018-07-18T13:39:25.883+05:30A Tightrope Walk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Water that sustains you<br />
Can drown you to death.<br />
People who claim to love you the most<br />
Can even kill you in a moment of rage.<br />
Life as they say is a tightrope walk<br />
So, if you lose your equilibrium in a moment of exhilaration<br />
Can only spell your doom.<br />
<br /></div>
Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-78824069775998064262018-07-13T11:14:00.000+05:302018-07-13T11:28:33.380+05:30A Drifter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life seems to be changing its pattern very frequently.<br />
And, I change my passions, obsessions, habits and even friends accordingly.<br />
Without really missing the old ones as if they belong to an another era.<br />
Thus giving undue profundity to the sham 'Living in the Moment'.<br />
And, being A Drifter in the real sense.</div>
Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-23219586618369183912017-10-27T08:37:00.000+05:302017-10-27T09:46:16.940+05:30A Lamppost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Searching for a lamppost emitting sulphuric glow around midnight<br />
With a friend.<br />
<br />
As a dog would scamper around looking for a place to pee.<br />
<br />
Not for the same purpose. But, to stand underneath sharing life experiences<br />
<br />
And puff in peace.<br />
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******<br />
Dedicated to a friend who finds it difficult to say No to any of my expressed or implied wish.<br />
<br />
This is a hypothetical situation. I don’t advocate smoking, if you don’t believe me please read <a href="http://pareshpalicha.blogspot.in/2009/07/on-smoking.html">this</a>.</div>
Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-34358239187005826472017-09-19T10:10:00.001+05:302017-09-19T11:30:22.847+05:30 Dignity in Death<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There would be a Dignity in Death<br />
<br />
That life would never have,<br />
<br />
Silent, serene, calm as a grandpa's clock<br />
<br />
That is unwound for ages<br />
<br />
But, never loses its poise, composure or stature.</div>
Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-29280677263053031842017-05-26T07:38:00.000+05:302017-05-26T07:38:16.675+05:30Stray Dogs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In hindsight every life threatening situation has something funny about it or it just leaves you with a smirk on your face because you survived it and it gives massage to your ego.</div>
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Well, I’d such an experience a few weeks back. People familiar with me maybe dying of boredom reading about or listening to my adventures on the battery operated wheelchair. So, this is basically for the uninitiated or the people who may have missed this story altogether.</div>
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It was a Sunday afternoon and on the whim I felt like catching up the latest release in the theatre nearby. Oddly, I was feeling super confident that today being a holiday I’ll reach the theatre without any hassle as the traffic on the road would be minimal and I’d cross the roads without any assistance.</div>
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My intuition was proven right as there wasn’t a soul on the road. So, I continued my jaunt till reaching the main junction - no traffic. Still, I looked left, then right, then left again (as they used to teach in school from a chapter about Road Safety) before crossing the road.</div>
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Having crossed the road, I was jubilant in my head and even imagined punching the air. The going was smooth till now. I was aware of the big auto rickshaw parked ahead and cautious that I should not bang it. Suddenly I heard a humming sound, it took me a few seconds to realise that it was actually a growl. My eyes started searching for the source of that, and there he was, under the auto, looking at me. My wheelchair automatically became dead slow, undecided whether to go ahead or to stop. In fact, there was a bunch of them taking their afternoon nap. Meanwhile, the growling had become barking and it was waking up others. The barking one had come out by now and taken his position on my left and others were following him and taking their positions as if they were going to have a pre-match huddle like cricketers around me.</div>
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I nearly started crying looking at the jaw of the leader of the pack barking ferociously, I’d see the sharpness of his teeth and wondered where he’d reach if he decided to pounce on me, shoulder, neck, face and even my head. Suddenly, the dialogue from <span style="font-style: italic;">Life of Pi </span>“Animals don't think like we do! People who forget that get themselves killed. When you look into an animal's eyes, you are seeing your own emotions reflected back at you, and nothing else.” flashed through and I realised that crying won’t help, turned my chair to the right and ran for my life.</div>
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Yet I’d feel that a few of them were chasing me, barking at the top of their lungs and an old drunkard (who couldn’t even keep his Lungi in place) standing on the sidelines and telling me pedikalle mone, unnum chayilla (don’t be scared son, they won’t harm you).</div>
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Thankfully, a couple of bikes appeared (as if they were assigned to save my life) from nowhere honking and making noise, which made my chasers disperse in various directions and forget everything about me.</div>
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I stopped when I was safe distance away from the dogs. My thighs were shivering due to spasm and anxiety, which is risky as my balance on the chair is maintained by the stability of my legs on the footrest. If I lose that I may slip out of the seat very soon and then manoeuvring the chair would be impossible. So, my first thought was to take U turn and return home. But, facing those dogs again within minutes didn’t feel good and I’d already covered three-fourth of way to the theatre and it’d be such a waste of effort to return home without watching the movie.</div>
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***</div>
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I’d narrated this incident orally to my friend <a href="http://veeyen.com/" nbsp="">Velu</a>, who was very encouraging in saying that my narration was so good that it kept haunting him for a couple of nights. So, I’ve burnt the proverbial midnight oil for a few nights to write it down for the wider world. </div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-46181687169864430792016-01-19T01:46:00.001+05:302016-01-19T01:46:34.128+05:30The Pain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 100%;">Let the pain drown
you to the depths</span></div>
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Depriving you of any
oxygen</div>
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And let you be there
in peace forever</div>
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Because bouncing
back and going through cycle</div>
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Again and again is
not much fun</div>
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<span style="line-height: 100%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 100%;">Is it?</span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-52155356102953671332015-12-21T07:26:00.002+05:302015-12-21T07:26:29.289+05:30An Actor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 100%;">You laugh on a
semi-funny joke</span></div>
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As if it is the most
hilarious you've heard in your life.</div>
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You hear to the
complicated love story of a friend</div>
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And offer him
constructive suggestions and fresh perspective.</div>
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Without letting
anyone know how tormented your being is</div>
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Or how sunken your
heart feels.</div>
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Either you're a
great actor</div>
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Or you're hiding the
symptoms</div>
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Of bi-polar
disorder.</div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-66941762523884739812015-12-12T03:00:00.000+05:302015-12-12T03:00:01.474+05:30तेरी याद<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">रंज नही</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">गुस्सा नही</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">बस एक दर्द जो रोने से भी हल्का ना हो</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">और जो ख्वाइश जगाए एक और ज़िन्दगी जीने की</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">तेरे साथ</span></div>
Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-78127560237815005762015-09-12T07:20:00.003+05:302015-09-12T07:20:33.891+05:30The Bridges of West Kochi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I’d first heard about <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bridges_of_Madison_County_(film)">The Bridges of Madison County</a> from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_Norman">Barry Norman</a> who used to review movies for BBC TV. Those days I’d just begun self-education about Hollywood films so I hardly knew who <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clint_Eastwood">Clint Eastwood</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meryl_Streep">Meryl Streep</a> were, but, I remembered the title as I felt it was important by the way Barry spoke about it and time and again mentioned the lead players (though I don’t remember what his opinion of this film was). Robert James Waller novel (from which the film is adapted) is one of the first e-books I read after getting a PC at home in early 2000s and saw the movie after learning to use the torrents and downloading films.</div>
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The film has stayed with me ever since. But, the real significance of it came to the fore when I got a camera and started thinking of projects to do with the new gadget. That was the time I started thinking about the bridges on this side of the town (obviously not the oft clicked and filmed Thoppumpady bridge). I talked about the project with my dad, auto wallah and cabbie friends, but it didn’t materialise and they all seemed to say unison “these places have filth flowing under them and the stench will be unbearable.”</div>
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Yet my dream of being like Robert Kincaid (the nomadic National Geographic photographer played by Eastwood in the film) did not go away. At last I told about the project to my ‘ever ready to help’ friend Raju, he too warned me about the stench factor, still he was game for the adventure. It was decided that we will cover the Kalvathy area in the first leg. “And, no need for an auto, we’ll reach there in 15-20 minutes walking and you can start clicking pictures on the way itself”, Raju’s wise words.</div>
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The fun part happened when we thought we’d covered 90% of the distance, we realised that we were heading towards Cherlai Kadavu instead of Kalvathy. “I’ve seen a bridge ahead and thought it was the same,” Raju said.</div>
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“I meant the one near the State Bank.”</div>
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“I think that is the other end and I don’t think that we can reach there walking.”</div>
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This in a way proved to blessing for us as we discovered an unexplored and virgin part of the town and it proved to be exotic in every sense of the term with bridges to be found at every few steps and life lulling around on a lazy Sunday afternoon.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the centre<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is where the friends bond</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those friends put me on the footpath</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A mansion across the bridge</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A place to worship across the bridge</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ranjith etta bless me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sight on my Right side</td></tr>
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And, of course Raju - My Friend. A 1000 Danks.<br />
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Wannabe Robert Kincaid telling bye until he visits another Bridge.</div>
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This is Mahesh doing something that is rarely seen these days. What is surprising is that I found him very close to my home and that too on a Sunday. I don't remember noticing him before and he said that he has been there for the last 18 years. And, when I asked him why he was working on a holiday he answered with a counter question to my friend Raju "Do you take him out like this regularly or is this a special occasion?" then realised very soon that it wasn't a good question to ask and sheepishly replied "I've promised to deliver this chair soon so I'm working today."</div>
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I feel I was lucky as a child to see this equipment operated, kids loved the sound this machine made and used to love seeing the sparks fly when it worked. So, everything worth sharpening was brought out when the call <i>Kathi murcha aakaan undo?</i> was heard. This fellow refused to pause when I called chetta from behind gestured him to stop. So, no frontal pose. :(</div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-21774893095191454112015-09-07T03:17:00.001+05:302015-09-07T03:17:26.090+05:30I don’t know why I wrote this<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;">Existing in a vacuum</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">devoid of love</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">wrenching the heart</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">desire at least a touch</span></div>
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Don’t know why or how I wrote this. I feared that such things have stopped coming to me. So, when the first line struck me in the early hours a couple of days back, I tried to keep it in focus until rest of the lines came up. Without thinking about mistakes, rhyming and such things I typed it directly in FB with forward slash between the lines and posted it. I even copy pasted it in twitter (surprisingly it is much less than 144 characters).</div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-13918014374545723772015-07-22T23:01:00.000+05:302015-07-23T10:40:36.354+05:30Colgate's about turn or is it turnaround?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 100%;">I
came across this Colgate Charcoal toothpaste ad yesterday or the day
before… As I am an ads freak numerous thoughts crossed my mind in
the 30 seconds while this ad was going on…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/O6aBON9k7Ys" width="500"></iframe></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>A
new variant to fool people.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>Next
butt of joke like 'Kya aapke toothpaste mein namak hai?'</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>I
remembered a couple of people who used to brush their teeth with a
black tooth powder or real charcoal. Maybe they have launched this to
capture that traditional market.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>Charcoal
face scrubs that the likes of Kohli, John Abraham and Saif Ali Khan
sell.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;">But
in the back of my mind something kept nagging, these are not the
things, there is another connection. And, the creative visualisation
of charcoal powder stayed with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then
Colgate tooth powder came in: charcoal is rough and can harm your
teeth. So, switch to the white and smooth Colgate tooth powder with
the Ring of Confidence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 16px;">I couldn't locate the video of that ad… But could find the transcript of the Ad from <a href="http://sauboss.blogspot.in/2005/06/trip-down-memory-lane-good-ol-ads.html">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 16px;">Colgate Tooth Powder: Two versions of the tooth powder ad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 16px;">Version one: muscular country bumpkin is out in the yard, with his weights, in front of a couple of buffalo. <br /><br />Bumpkin: Arrey Bhabhi, zara mera doodh-badaam aur koyla dena to! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 16px;">Bhabhi: Arrey wah, devarji, badan ke doodh-badaam, aur daaton ke liye koyla?! [Scene change, shows graphic of gums and teeth up close] <br /><br />Voice-over: Khurdare padaarth daaton ki parakh kharaab kar sakte hain.... [Use Colgate Tooth Powder, blah blah blah]<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;">This
Ad was telecast nearly 25-30 years back on DD and Colgate may have
forgotten about it or have they suddenly woken up to the quality of
charcoal?</span><br />
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-36927900443520173752015-03-21T22:14:00.000+05:302015-09-08T02:04:15.144+05:30A Strange Place Other Than Earlobes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No, no... This isn’t a post about my fetish for earlobes (one of the softest and smoothest part of the body). In fact it is the title of anthology of corporeal poems by five contemporary poets that includes my good friend Binu Karunakaran. The book was formally launched on the 19th of this month at a function in the Kochi-Muziris Biennale 2014.<br />
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Here are a few pictures that I could click of the function:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Sreelatha - one of the five poets featured in the book, giving a brief introduction of the book</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riyas Komu - initiating the proceedings</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It takes mammoth effort to unravel a book</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ra Sh & Binu seem to be wondering if they will get a chance to speak</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Star of the Biennale & a fan</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His moment did come</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sign of Arrival - Amol Palekar asking you to sign his copy of your book</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You don't get Amol Palekar seated next to you everyday. So, just freeze the moment</td></tr>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-91528456290554134142015-03-01T09:09:00.000+05:302015-03-01T09:09:23.168+05:30Broken Lives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: left;">It does sound like the title of a typical South Asian novel where a kid or kids growing up in poor or middle class surroundings and their family migrates to the West to improve their living conditions. But, this is not my story or to put it more clearly the story I intend to write, I wish to write a story about the people who drift away, disappear or just vanish from your life leaving you to languish in the pain of separation.</span></div>
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Ah! This is turning out to be some kind of meta fiction where the author or the storyteller is a part of the story yet it is not an autobiographical tale. I even posted what I thought would be the first line of the story on my FB wall to an encouraging response of likes, comments and shares. But, as it happens with me every time the vague plot did not take a solid mould.</div>
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I feel that you need a totally vacant, painfully vacant mind for a story to take root and I don’t believe in the theory that you go on typing and the story would automatically happen.</div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-74139133396319097602015-02-02T16:38:00.000+05:302015-02-02T18:48:54.205+05:30A clichéd love story <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Need a writer with <span lang="EN-GB">calibre</span></span></span></span></div>
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Paresh Palichahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521084555278491021noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18438129.post-36401122674511524662015-01-20T04:51:00.001+05:302015-01-20T04:51:23.343+05:30Stream of consciousness <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The thing that you’ll read below is an effort to revive my non-filmi writing (an informal new year resolution that I’d put a few hundred words on paper without really being bothered about the outcome), I doubt if you’ll gain anything by reading it. The purpose of putting it up here is to show off my pearly handwriting.
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<i>Writing using paper and a pen is a tedious business, not at all romantic as some people make it out to be. Yet I always imagine or dream of doing that. I envy people who can fill up pages while attending a press conference or sitting in a seminar, while I have to be alert and make an effort to remember everything that is being said. The cell phone or the tablet has been a boon for me as I can note down a few points or type out questions I wish to ask. Here also sometimes, I have to convince people that I am not engrossed in a video game or distracted by a sms or an email. </i><br />
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<i>There is one advantage of writing in a book for me and that is the fact that I am not distracted by a new notification in FB, or updates on twitter or a new email in the inbox. </i><br />
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<i>The other good thing about writing like this is the fact that it curbs my tendency to be overly dependent on online dictionary to check if the new word blinking in my head is apt in the context that I wish to use it.
This is the first time I am trying to put something this long on paper after my student days. Once in a while I used to write letters to my friends after that, but, that too has stopped for a long time now.</i></div>
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