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How much can one grow up in a year. How many days old are you if you have lived 365 days more. And why does a New Year put some of in such a deep dilemma?
Assorted music in the background, along with frequent sounds of yahoo messenger pings. There’s so much to [...]
Posted on December 31st, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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A birthday wish for Sri.
Born on the night of the 1st. This is what he wrote to me in a mail, written in the year 2000.
Self was born on 1st Jan 1979(Sometime after 12 on the night of Jan1. Hence, technically speaking thats 2nd Jan 1979. But I like to celebrate my b’day on [...]
Posted on December 31st, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Back to notes for the New Year. As always. I don’t make resolutions. Mostly because I find them pointless. Also, because I don’t really dig the concept.
Am I happy? Yes I am. I am mostly always happy.
But over a lakh people dying can really rob one of the joy of a New Year. Can’t [...]
Posted on December 31st, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Notes written in haste. Year end, and though mentally I have an interesting build up to the 31st of December every year, the last few days have been a blur.
How is it that though I claim to be indifferent to the world, I am so affected. How does one respond to a natural calamity? [...]
Posted on December 31st, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Since we’re listening to BlueGrass here… Might as well continue this theme. In the middle of a sea of work, and suddenly this desolate, almost strange feeling of insignificance and fatigue, all at once.
Listening to I am Weary.. Let me Rest. The song would probably be classified as gospel within hte American Roots music [...]
Posted on December 30th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Why I cannot
write poetry about
calamities
disasters and riots.
An essay in formless
prose, that may be
mistaken for
verse.
I do not write because
I feel. I write
because I can.
Because the urge to
articulate
and vomit words in
some order
or perhaps the other
is by
now
a disease.
If people wrote because
they felt
the world
would be far more
verbose.
Posted on December 30th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Song Playing in the background….
Swing Low.. Sweet Chariot.
Described as a lullaby, a song of the African Americans, a song of hope, gospel. A song that hypnotized the wakers, and the sleepers at Woodstock, as Joan Baez sang it in her clear, strong voice. Working on news of death and hope, the idea of a sweet [...]
Posted on December 30th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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