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All the posts are filed under certain headers. Please check the following links for the continuity and reference or relevance..
Introduction
As I Am - My 1st Blog Post//Preface- Biopic Log
My Life Instances - Biography
Coffee Table Stories - Light Humor//Sarcasm//Day-to-day caricature
I, Me, Myself - Philosophy//Retrospection
Men and their Mannerisms - Humor//Sarcasm
On a Lighter Note - Fun//Humor//Sarcasm//Thoughts
Be My Guest - My Home Pics
*** Poetry/Dreams/Art- Work ***
My Previous Blog is now merged in my Biopic Log- here. Incase you experience any difficulty in navigation, please do notify of the same in the comment form of that post.
Epilogue - Celebrations//Epic//Thoughts
Erroneous Newspaper Reports - Inconsistency in Newspaper Reporting
Law and Dis- orders of the Society - The Obsolete Judiciary System
Medicinal Facts - Science//Research//Facts
Tag Archives: Mom
Travelling distances and in time
I am so tired… wrong! I’m still up typing this post sipping a fat blue cup of tea in my bedroom. I’m enjoying the famous Delhi chills in January of this New Year. Cyber space is my world, one another … Continue reading
Celebrating mom’s demise…
Time spent with mum suddenly seems distant. Memories associated are growing hazy like some old discarded mirror left unclean reflecting the light with the dust eating at the contours of the reflection. I haven’t quite survived the loss though I pretended … Continue reading
Framed
The beaded string wall hangings were out a month back, Ganshu darling was made to sit back at his place a fortnight later. Today, I took mom’s picture photo frames out too. The frames occupied the wall- space as though … Continue reading
Re-reading through time
This is one of those miracles of my own world. Often I am blessed to achieve what I yearn for… maybe in a little twisted way that amounts to a surprise story, a memory to keep always. This isn’t the … Continue reading
Feelinglessness
I am numb again. For crying out loud, it’s a chewing gum and I am not chewing. Instead of feeling depressed like I did earlier every time it progressed any further; today, I feel light headed- as though unburdened… relieved … Continue reading
Living my life again
It’s been over 2 years floating through a transitional phase! After 33 years, it’s started bringing back to me all that was and lost too. From being a happy go lucky child to over – cautioned teen to a most … Continue reading
Concluding a relationship!
The last phase of transition has brought upon me yet another period of transition. This is what I have been brooding about since long. The un-canniness of the stances has left me incapacitated. Where do I even begin? My life … Continue reading
A new Beginning!
I was sat sulking and had even actually cried hoarse about being stuck in this present setup (read: helplessness). It was as though the divine patting my back to stop, I had stepped out to the living room. Pulling out … Continue reading
Buttoning up the bygone memories
Today I had sat & sorted the Button Box. I have been seeing this assortment mix since I was a toddler. I loved playing with so many of those small, colorful, plastic tuckables. Of course it was highly forbidden! Although … Continue reading
Grudges Gone
Two days later and after a couple of Vodka shots; I suddenly hit a conclusion. Make that 2.. and darn neat ones at that.. Having reached this milestone, I feel relieved and very much Thankful to mom. How she fought … Continue reading
Mourning upon a Birdie’s Death
I am still sat wearing my white T and denim skirt. So..? I had gone out. I haven’t changed to my frock yet; those which I wear at home. I have definitely washed my feet. I do whenever I step … Continue reading
In Remembrance of My Mom
After completing a Dream and a Poem; I have been wondering what to write in here- in My Biopic Log.. My mom comes as a savior- again. By the time I finish this- it’ll be the next day already- 23rd October, … Continue reading
Part- I Trying to Change My Destiny again
I am my mom’s shadow, carved out of the same skin. Often, I have faced similar situations that my mom had too, in her times. I would write a detailed one once I am done making changes to this pattern. … Continue reading
Soul stirring music by Sanjay Mandal Group- IGT
“Sanjay Mandal and Group” are a bunch of kids and youngsters, making music out of waste and discarded stuff..!! Broken Metal pipes, used mineral water bottles, metal tin cans, water dispensing bottles, chipps can container, metal pencil boxes, soft- drink … Continue reading
Yet another Blow..
After the 12th boards exams, I would wake up early in the morning and spend my day making embroideries. Mom would get so upset. I was to be enrolled for M.B.B.S. degree soon, what was compelling me to sit and … Continue reading
Creeping in of the Confusions
That South Indian Tutor had one day acted really funny. Like all men, he had tried to exploit the situation to his benefit. He had known about my father’s absence. Soon, he had let go off Ashish from the Tuition … Continue reading
Being Left Alone
My school- time in LIS is still a blur. Not that I don’t recall the events, but they are best forgotten. Excepting a few incidents and friends- all of which are already mentioned about- I don’t wish to think of … Continue reading
Change- over..
Of my school, residence, locality, friends.. wait, were there any? When in 6th, our school was to perform in National School for Scouts and Guides on 12th August- only a day after my birthday. In 7th standard; that happened to … Continue reading
My Happy Days were over
My giggling, chirping days were soon over. They were halted quite abruptly. I had as if grown up suddenly. I could read and understand things. Minutely. I had started to brood. I would often sit and ponder upon mom’s falling … Continue reading
Shaping up my Mind- I
Previous- Scars of Early Mishaps- II B-3/T-1 Our Weston B/W TV was bought in 1982; The Godrej refrigerator too. Sumeet Mixer was also bought. I had only reached home when mom had made the Engineer give the Instructions again; she had … Continue reading
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