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Resident Hag: Connaught Place

By rdeous on Mon, 14 Aug 2006

An uneven paved lane connects the Statesman House to the KG Marg, just one block shy of the American Centre. It teems with office executives and peddlers of wares even on weekends. The narrow lane snakes through office blocks, it's perimeter choked with crazily parked cars and scooters. Stalls selling second-hand clothes and vendors displaying cheap baubles line the way.
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Non-fiction
Certificate U

Discards

By rdeous on Mon, 14 Aug 2006

All Grandpas are not Hugh Hefners. All Grandmas are not Queens. What does it feel like to be old ? And unfortunate. How does it feel... To hear talking joints and disjointed sentences. To wallow in self pity as body fluids leak and leach. To be isolated. Inhabit a world [limited]. To live on a leash. To bear the dogforsaken barks of your own progeny. To be spat at by your progeny's cutiepie. To rot in a pigeonhole. To be assigned the task of sorting mail. To communicate with pigeons. To be excommunicated from parties. To flinch everytime the progeny's progney asks for something you can't afford. To not feel.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Vacous Terror

By rdeous on Mon, 14 Aug 2006

There is something uncanny, almost unnnerving when it comes to the matter of insensitivity amongst the dwellers of this city. I had in my earlier post, chronicled Bhangel and case of 'The half-roasted dog'. Well, this incident takes place not far from the 'bunker'.
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Non-fiction
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A Muslim girl in a Hindu city.

By rdeous on Tue, 08 Aug 2006

A Muslim girl, alabaster underneath the black... hurries on
Journal
Non-fiction
Certificate PG

Dharamsala

By rdeous on Tue, 08 Aug 2006

Beauty striken wanderers walk around barefoot. Tasseled hair on British maidens. Matted hair on Israelis. Serene Buddhists in deep saffron roam the foggy ways. The hills are speckled with the morning sunshine playing on a vague faraway temple, the staid pines and slate roofed grey stone cottages. Ferns and Orchids line steep slope ways, the incessant chirrup of a hidden bird plays in symphony to a petite waterfall.
Travel
Certificate 15

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