Chronicles of an Eclectic Life

On simple terms, exposing the world to my torturous jig. Suffer that!

Monday, February 03, 2025

young things

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 If not for Europa, I wouldn't be here, revisiting, so thank you. I used to blog! What a realization.
Saturday, April 30, 2022

Mahar Tata

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So fragile this goal A lover's journey Simple words to roll by. Roll into increasing orders of urbanization. Moments to make sense.. one...
Tuesday, April 26, 2022

The violence inherent in the system

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Sad seeing my valley get burnt, lately (t-3d, t] . Thousands of Bambi films at making, though a majority with not the same happy ending. Lik...
Tuesday, April 19, 2022

22x1

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.: namryt:. Typing is a skill that declines little with time. I mean, I haven't lost it over time (or at the rate of) as much as I have ...
Sunday, July 11, 2021

Meditate

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A few minutes back, the last pages of my first book read into my new year (Y37) and second in the new year (2021) happened. A small feeling ...
Thursday, July 08, 2021

Once upon a life

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  ... there was a person who blogged here. Then turned the tides, and the tree that the blog was stopped branching. Its roots thought it was...
Wednesday, December 09, 2020

Goodbye Arceibo

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  Demonstrations never fail. You not only demonstrated, but ruled a field of research for a good two generations. And you died, with a bang ...
Monday, April 13, 2020

Ron Jeremy Baader-Meinhof

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Yesterday was one of such days where I stumbled into an obscure name twice, through different paths, converging on this one name - Ron Je...
Sunday, April 12, 2020

ВИБХУ

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Back back back back back back back back back back back back back back back... Resuming here at the encouragement/validation of the ol...
Saturday, September 15, 2018

This pen needs a refill

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Clearly, this has been a dead place for a while. The blog accrued half a dozen spam comments in the meantime, those too exclusively focused...
Monday, June 25, 2018

Feelers in Y34

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It has gone far too long. I still live on without any understanding as to why my organism sometimes tends to crash soon as I get to readi...
Saturday, June 02, 2018

Salty physics

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She took the pinch of salt in her tiny palms. It was an uncharacteristic yellow because of the crushed turmeric, and dotted with red by g...
Thursday, February 15, 2018

An Indian Love Story

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They met at a company dinner. He had just finished a hard day at work, and finally had some moments to relax his aching nerves. "Fou...

Psychopath's Grooming

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Reading on "grooming behavior" lends a further approval to the aphorism "nothing in this world free". Grooming is ...
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Linguistic takeover of terrorism

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Radicalism has been bandied about as bad word, and a profile type to avoid/deter, not only out of our lives, but out of our societies. T...
Thursday, October 19, 2017

A seeking on the night of lights

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A tiny glance, a tiny question, and a curt negation. That was it for my visit to the nearby temple for some peacetime indulgences, a mis...
Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Field observations on a random day

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A night ghoom has been most stimulating. A mantis, several Barsines, a few Geometrids, a coupla frogs, a groovy caterpie.. all these to wel...

meeting old friends

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As I was contemplating dinner, a friend called, and exhorted me to step out with him for a while. Being depressed through much of the day...
Thursday, September 07, 2017

People who push your perspective

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Experiences with people (real ones) is bewildering, to say the least. The most recent one left me existentially enervated. That it follow...
Friday, August 25, 2017

Learning to RUN again

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हम तो बस कुदरत के मुरीद तबियत हरी जब सब हरा-भरा The monsoonal showers have almost concluded, seeing how this week has been. My greenho...
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