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May.02.2013
I could taste the loss in her voice. Her “Hello..." lingered. It wasn't like her, even though she spoke the same words. The way she always responded when I called. It has been almost a week, but that “Hello..." lingers.  We spoke and somewhere after talking about the heat in our different cities...
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Apr.17.2013
I admit, my first thought was not one of sympathy, but “Hope it is not a Muslim” on hearing about the bomb blasts.   Is she dead? Injured? Her limbs blown off? I will never know. I knew her only as a pseudonym. She often spoke about training for the marathon. She was, from all accounts,...
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Apr.10.2013
She came closest to being monarchy, so it is only apt that they promise her a funeral no less than Lady Diana’s.  Britons are terribly excited about her last rites, and many seem to convey that it is to make sure she is finally buried. Her death at 87 should have been a regular and, one may...
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Apr.05.2013
  Ruth Prawer Jhabvala’s screenplays did not scream, or even appear to make profound statements. The sorrow was matter-of-fact. It took me a while to understand the detachment. “I want a happiness without a hole in it, I want the bowl without a crack”  – (From ‘The Golden Bowl’)...
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Apr.03.2013
  The sentences were strangling me.  The chains formed a loop creating a Nefertiti neck that craned to look for eyes and found heads instead.  My eyes read thoughts that were concealed, congealed, thoughts that shone and thoughts that were rusty, thoughts that felt smooth to the...
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Mar.23.2013
Would you read 'Cooking with Poo' or would the title put you off? That it might not alter your culinary skills seems like a given. Yet, it appears there is a range of book names, less mysterious and more confounding. If they were in the realm of bizarre fiction, one might have considered some...
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Mar.18.2013
A rape apologist is somebody who condones rape, not one who reports on its verdict. The Steubenville trial has concentrated on making a devil of a reporter by comparing what she said with the terrible online comments. How concerned about rape are those who merely ‘followed’ the herd to outrage...
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Mar.13.2013
The One Billion Rising campaign demanded “an end to this violence”. Violence does not knock on doors and seek permission to enter. It has been almost three months since the Delhi gang rape of December 16. Ever since, the media has been carrying articles or doing television stories on different...
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Mar.02.2013
Would you want your clothes to become transparent whenever you are aroused, instead of the usual signals? When innovative tech art enters personal territory it becomes both edgy and a matter of some concern. Artist Daan Roosegaarde, who runs a social design lab, has diversified into...
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Feb.20.2013
I don't know what I am about to write. This isn't the first time I've typed directly. But, there is always some thought. Something to hitch a verbal ride on. Now, 8:10 pm my time, I am a little hungry. What is hungry? I don't know where it comes from. Why do we want to fill ourselves every few...
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Feb.19.2013
When I read about Helen Hunt getting a baby due to an ‘uplifting experience’, I adduced it must have been close to Immaculate Conception.  What transpired, instead, was a combination of superstition and auto-suggestion.  The uplifting experience was a ‘lift’.  On the David...
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Feb.14.2013
In cracked soles dusty finger nails frosted eyes musty armpits the soggy velvet of skin wayfarers meet   plunging darkness into night groping feathers that fly into a cage wayfarers meet   watering thirsty river beds nothing is said silence drowns swallowed by a whale wayfarers meet...
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Feb.12.2013
What makes Belgium’s capital boast of a little boy urinating? The last thing you might want is a spray of piss on your face as you pose before what is considered an iconic structure in Brussels. Is it fun? Is it funny? Does it have to be? I read about the Manneken Pis a while ago. Standing two-...
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Feb.03.2013
  ceiling falls lends a wall to lean against and wait for sky to lower its gaze over hair spread out like tentacles porcupine skin  gouged out eyes choked throat sound echoes in mouth squishes over tongue blue reflecting moon   skull’s smile through hollow bone reminiscent of cold...
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Jan.23.2013
Why do we protect the freedom of literature and the arts and deny the same to others, even if they might use a similar creative medium or idiom? Salman Rushdie said in an interview: “I really worry about how it’s become so easy to attack books, movies, paintings, works of scholarship there...
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