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Jul.15.2013
My love for edible sweets is in contrast to the antipathy I have for honeyed words and syrupy gestures. The concept of sugar-coated pills is a camouflage. It is the bitterness that cures, whether in medical cases or ones that life experiences confront you with. Imagine my delight, then, to come...
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Jul.08.2013
I felt guilty enough to realise I could not bring about any radical change. If you need 'artistic' legitimacy for beliefs, then you are just scattered words, a riff, a mute painting. --- I learned my lesson many years ago as I walked out of her hut, her children trailing behind me in the narrow...
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Jul.05.2013
There was no name. I knew those words. Was expecting them. Common words with the mandatory exclamation marks.   The phone number was vaguely familiar, like the scent of smoke from fire. It cannot be pinned down to a source. "Happy Birthday!!" it said. That's it. Rather hesitantly, I replied, "...
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Jun.29.2013
   Don't you think we overdo this 'light at the end of the tunnel' thing? Tunnels are not created to keep out the light. They have been carved out to help us reach our destination. If anything, it is tunnels that have been relegated to darkness. Do we even consider the possibility of tunnels...
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Jun.21.2013
I said I was an Existentialist without quite knowing what it meant. Between the crevices of poetry and philosophy, my life was worming its way. I hid my growing teenage form behind big books – shy, afraid, unsure. Among those saviours was Jean-Paul Sartre. I admit the initial fascination was for...
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Jun.03.2013
He still sells. Anger sells. It has buyers. However, are they "Nazi lovers"? A bit simplistic.  You must have already read about the JC Penney tea kettle that looks like Hitler and the reactions to it. They were forced to remove a billboard, but the damage, or publicity, had been done.  Those who...
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May.31.2013
I saw the promise of rains in these clouds. Within minutes they disappeared leaving the sky dry. But the skies are not dry; it is not even skies. There is only one sky. But I like to think of them as skies, as they change in colour while remaining static in shape. You cannot mould the skies, but...
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May.30.2013
Would you wish to enter the house of a character? I’d much rather enter the mind. A home, it is assumed, reveals how the character thinks, and this is of course if such a place exists. Recently, Slate did a detailed piece on Jay Gatsby’s mansion, which prompted CBC to track a few others. There...
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May.22.2013
They hacked a soldier to death. What was as bad as the spectacle of TV anchors giving tantalising sound bites about the possible images of the beheading was the surprise over Prime Minister David Cameron cutting short his visit in France and calling for a special meeting. Is this not what a...
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May.19.2013
A flaky torn bit of page crumbled in my hand as I opened the bookshelf. The  remnant had left nothing to read.  The collection is eclectic, but I would not call it my personal library. Along the years, I have stuffed too many things in there — photographs, a replica of a Swiss chalet, wooden toys...
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May.15.2013
  I see such pictures and cringe. It is not about colour. Or race. It is about how, even with the goodness of our hearts, we do not understand whether anybody wants our help. According to the caption that appeared in the paper, the lady (I shall not name her or reveal her nationality) is a “...
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May.12.2013
  “Mama always said there's an awful lot you can tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going, where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes. I bet if I think about it real hard, I could remember my first pair of shoes. Mama said they'd take me anywhere. She said they was my magic shoes."...
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May.10.2013
It had yellowed. I imagined the sun's rays gave it the hue. I would not have even looked at it, but as I peeled the foil off the glass-shaped container I saw a bit stuck to it. I tilted the glass and took a large sip. That is when I sensed the foul smell as the bitterness spread in my mouth....
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May.10.2013
Knowledge could probably be ignorance masked. I tend to analyse a bit too much, often finding meaning where there is none. Interpretation is fine, but what if it is a real interaction and one is enlightened only to realise the intent was far from it? Is enlightenment a way by which we affirm...
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May.07.2013
If Muslims believe that Prophet Muhammad should not be portrayed in any physical form as it goes against the principle of Islam, then must a painting not fall in the same category?  Several reports have mentioned an upcoming auction in Britain later in May where a “rare painting of the footprints...
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