tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111570772011-04-21T23:36:50.940+05:30The random rambles of a global wanderer. The mind wanders more than the body ever can and goes back and forth between infinite memories. Take a peek...........bilbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16324778684367886967noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157077.post-49392809166754452312008-03-14T10:05:00.002+05:302008-03-14T10:12:34.474+05:30

Pliss to update your links and blogrolls ( we the deluded ppl believe that we exist on ppl's blogrolls)we are here now.Thanks for coming by every now and then . Do visit at the new place and look at our ring.

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Your True Sign Is SagittariusFunnyConfidentEasily BoredPhilosophicalWorld TravelerSpontaneous and WildCarefree and IrresponsibleBlunt to the Point of TactlessWhat Sign Woman Are You, Really?

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Main manta hoonMain is baat se poori tarah se sehmat hoonJab tum kehti hoKi, " Shayar na hote, to bahut jhoote insaan hote tum"( I admit, I fully agree with you , when , you say, that, If I hadn't been a poet, I'd have been a liar)Ubermensch started this meme and I picked it up at Parikrama's. It's easy. All one has to do is post a pic one has snapped in the year 2007 and also a short write up on

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Hi guys,Finally peeking to scream for some ice cream.If you think I am nuts, ah well, PhD does expand to Pagal Ho gay(a/i) Dekho.For those who want to know ( my two readers that is), the thesis is on schedule and in a couple of wks I should know if I finally get to be called Dr. Baggins.till then , keep me in your prayers .And now for the soapbox part. My blogger buddy entered his pic in a

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I've been tagged yet again , this time by lalouve and nazi for the 8 and 3 tag. The number 8 reminded me of Thomas Jefferson and his obsession with the octagon. I visited the UVA campus in Charlottesville, Virginia in the christmas vacation of '02, and thats when , I had the opportunity of visiting Monticello and Bourboursville vineyard. The octagon was ubiquitous. We did get sick of it

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This happened almost a life time back. I was back in India, Delhi to be precise and was enrolled in a bachelor's degree program and commuted back and forth between west Delhi and Cannought Place. ( I still can't bring myself to call it Rajiv Chauk)I was on my way home and had my bag with a gazillion texts inside it sitting on my lap, when a young couple got in with a toddler and infant and the

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April 04. I was at school at NYC and had decided to quit the program I was in, cold turkey and come back home to my parents in Tokyo. It took me all of 12 days to decide, get the visa, buy the air ticket, pack up a home I’d built over the last 2 and a half yrs and leave, knowing fully well I would have next to no social life once I moved. To add to all that, I had no clue of what I’d be doing. I’

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Posting here a conversation I had with a friend .A: hello!B: hey dudeA: how are you?B : long time no see.A: I guess weekend no see!B: I guess soA: so whassup with you?B: me wondering if I should stop being a grammar NaziA: why?A: what happened?B: turns out almost no one speaks grammatically correct English anymoreB: and bad grammar is a pet peeveA :)B: any guy I talk to in the matrimonial context

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Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™

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I’ve moved every three yrs more or less till now. New places, new people and new things… Yet there are some things that aren’t so new. These are the things that I’ve carried with me from one place to another, at times across countries. And, each time I start doing up my room, the collection only looks bigger. Lets take a peak into what this magpie has refused to throw, come moving timeI am not an

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Says the MSN astrology pagewhat does mine say1) Fun has never been a problem. During August and September, resolve to show the higher-ups the brains behind that humor everyone loves.2) Get even more serious about your short-term goals by fall.3) Don't deny yourself that new experience you've been craving, be it a trip or a class.4) Make nice-nice with your family. March might be best. (No faces,

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I recently had the opportunity to attend the anniversary celebrations of the founding of a Buddhist temple in Japan. The officiating priest, R , has a doctorate in Indian Buddhist Philosophy from Delhi University and he runs this temple in a quaint village in the Gunma Prefecture in Japan. It took us two hrs to get to Gunma from Tokyo. We were met by R who then proceeded to show us around the

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I am sharing , the diwali greetings I received, offcourse with the permission of the friend who sent it to me.According to the Vedic culture, the message of Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya (from darkness unto light) is given through the festival of Deepawali to all peoples of the world. During the night of Deepawali the myriads of little clay lamps (diyas) seem to silently send forth Deepawali messages:

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Yep, posting after a long time. It took something like today's event that brought me out of the forced blogging hiatus. So, a few days back, I finally got to see the orthopaedist for my arm . After a lot of prodding and hitting and all that torture, he ruled out Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Instead , he went, for further diagnosis, he'd need me to take an MRI exam. He went on to ask if I was

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Haven't been posting for a while, but I guess this could wait. Had a lot on the plate and then on the mind. Am done with some of the actual work but when does the mind really take a break.In the last wk, got diagnosed with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Did not really want to tell the folks about it , but they did learn of it via bro the tattle tale. Was asked to quit and come home. Makes me wonder, if

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I've been in Japan for two years now, and , while I 've had plenty of views of Mt fuji, or as good a view as can be had from Tokyo city, the cliched view of the icecap on the peak of Fuji san and a shinkansen running in front of it, has eluded me so far. In this quest of mine, I've been to Hakone and fuji city. So, when a few friends expressed a wish to go to Mt fuji, I jumped at the

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Thats me crooning the number , or trying to .

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You Are 92% LadyNo doubt about it, you are a lady with impeccable etiquetteYou know how to put others at ease, even if their manners aren't the greatest.Are You A Lady?

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"We often feel that we don't have the time or energy to extend ourselves to others with the small gestures that compose what we call common courtesy. It sometimes seems that this kind of social awareness belongs to the past, to smaller towns and slower times. Yet, when someone extends this kind of courtesy to us, we always feel touched. Someone who lends a helping hand when we are struggling with

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Was in lab today and as is usual, was browsing blogs and came across an awesome read.Am not implying my own perfection here, but quiet a lot in this post struck close to home. Do read.

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For a few days now, I've been downloading books and then reading them on my comp. on the monorail. As I've mentioned earlier, the monorail has picture windows that afford a nice view of the neighbourhood we pass by, and, the neighbourhood is beautiful, each second of the commute and each view is a Patel Shot.But , however beautiful a thing might be , if you see it twice a day, every day for 20

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Burfi did the honors for this one. grrr. But, atleast he took the pain of coming up with one of his own :P .Here goes nothing1. Most desirable celebrity : Johnny Deppwhy, jack sparrow any one?!!2.Want to do this one day:roll my own sushiI live in Japan for cryin out loud.3. Want to visit this place: Shirakawa -go in the gifu prefecturethe houses with their unique roofs have been designated as

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You Should Be A PoetYou craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.What Type of Writer Should You Be?Well I do put on my pj bottoms before I start writing :P

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Whoever thought up of tags. Been tagged by Apy, for this one. Thankfully its a small one. So, here are a few things about me at this moment.I am thinking about that besan laddu sitting next to the laptop. To eat or not to eatI said what? I don't remember now.I want to graduate.I miss

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...from NAM. I was hoping to travel a lot for these 10 days but those plans went south. I got in HCM city , on saturday and the first touristy thing we did was on the next saturday. I had a whole wk to do nothing. I was climbing walls and my mom was pulling out , whats left of her hair. Since I had a new toy to play with, thats what I did. Took lots of pics around the house. Mom and dad have

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Came across blogswara while browsing around at lil kath's place . I loved aisi bheegi. They've said a lot of what I sometimes wanna say but can't be coherent about it .

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On a break that is. Heading to Vietnam for some family time and then to a conference when I get back . Hopefully I'll have loads to share once I get back. Cya in July.

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An explorer, a white man, anxious to reach his destination in the heart of Africa , promised an extra payment to his bearers if they would make greater speed. For several days, the bearers moved along at a faster pace. One afternoon, though, they all suddenly put down their burden and sat on the ground. No matter how much money they were offered, they refused to move on. When the explorer finally

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Iatrogenesis etymologically refers to anything brought forward by a healer. It could be pain relief or further misery. However since ambiguity is generally abhorred , the word has commonly come down to mean negative effects. These could be unwanted side effects of a drug , malpractise by a physician and so and so forth. Essentially any negative effect one could associate with medical practise. I

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Ye daulat bhi le loYe shoharat bhi le lobhale chheen lo mujh se meri jawani,magar mujh ko lauta do , wo bachpan ka sawanmagar mujh ko lauta do , wo bachpan ka sawanwo kagaz ki kashti , wo baarish ka paani..So goes a favourite ghazal of mine. It goes on to recollect a childhood spend listening to grandma's stories and planning the weddings of dolls. A childhood spent in playing around in the sun

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I've been drooling over the rebel ever since it came out. I finally got my hands on it last wk. My first reaction- Sheer fear. There are way too many buttons on this baby, an absolute contrast to my point and shoot. Not to mention that it is bigger and heavier. Finally got over the fear of dropping it and forced myself to read the manual. Sunday was a nice day and since I'd lazed around the whole

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Just sharing some cartoon goodness on a sunny sunday.

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" Everybody in the world, little and big, has one special friend, a friend that he is glad to favours to-not sour about it, but glad- glad clear to the marrow. And so, I don't care where you start, you can get at anybody's ear that you want to - I don't care how low you are, nor how high he is. And its so simple: you've only to find the first friend, that is all; that ends your part of the work.

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I’ve had an amazing wkend, so, I thought, I’ll share the details.But, I guess, first some background needs to be provided. Lately, I’ve been having a lot of fun wkends. And I can squarely lay that blame on the doors of my partners in crime. Apy, and shu. Shu is my lab mate and has made an appearance on this blog earlier and Apy is threatening to be a regular. I guess a happy mind leads to better

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Back, when I was in school, and then later in college, mom and I had a daily ritual. I’d get back home and then perch on the nearest surface available. It could be a counter top, a cylinder, a small stool or maybe a chair I’d dragged in. The important thing was to be sitting down, preferably close to mom where she was making my lunch for me. And then I’d go into motor mouth mode and give her an

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I picked up these two pots for 100 yens each . The blurb on the package says , " you can raise your own plants in the convenience of your own home. Planting the seed and watering it will make your nature experience more complete. "The pots are made of compressed and molded coir and come with soil and seeds. I picked up mini tomato and sweet basil.Years back , I'd taken to gardening with a

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Just took a quiz and here are the results. Almost on the money and its kinda freakyExisting Situation Seeks to express the need for identification in a sensitive and intimate atmosphere where esthetic or emotional delicacy can be protected and nurtured.Stress Sources Has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high as her own, and to stand out from the herd.

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Remember that walk I took sometime back? Well , I did it again yesterday. Except, this time , no camera , no cell phone, not even my ipod. Just me and my keys , so that I could get back into the apt. Earlier in the day, it had looked kinda cloudy. By the time I got out of the apt, we were having , what I like to call atomisor rain. It feels like some one up there sits with a spray bottle and

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I’ve had this blog for over a year now and was thinking about it. More in terms of why write. I’ve always written, in some way or the other. Have always enjoyed putting pen to paper and putting down my thoughts that have been swirling in my head at that particular moment.Words have been friends, and man, there’ve been so many of them. Not one getting jealous of other, rather, they bring out the

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While blog-hopping some time back , I came across Creative lock II, a photo blog . I liked the pictures posted and left a comment. The blogger replied backThis is the comment exchangebilbo said...hi,came here through om's blog. loved the pics you've taken. Was in Doha from 85-88. Am sure its changed a lot since then . Would love it if you could some pics of it. Especially of the corniche around

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Is it just me, or does every one go through the experience of reminiscing about things past even while creating new memories. I, sometimes, feel like being in a time warp. A feeling of being stuck, even while moving. Anyways, before I started spouting philosophy, let me start with what I did this wkend and why I began my post this way. Saturday day was spent in the lab, as are almost all my

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" Sometimes people talk to us but they don't really talk to us. They talk around whatever their reality is . Sometimes they talk just so they don't have to tell us what their reality is. They don't tell us they are hurting- not until it's too late" I read a lot, and by lot, I mean a- novel- a day lot. And then I keep coming back to some novels again and again. Revisited Icarus, a Russell Andrews

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For some time now , I've been joining my lab mates for lunch at the cafeteria. This time round, its been good. So far, no mixing of all the meats, making me pick out the tiny pork bits and no more allergic reactions. I am keeping my fingers crossed.Today we had something I'd never thought of having. We had ochazuke. Its a combination of rice , toppings and green tea. I mean seriously, who'da

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Its been raining today since morning and surprisingly, I am not grey or blue. I did have some serious thoughts in the morning while on my commute. I use the monorail for part of my commute. It has big picture windows to take in the view . Since, today the view was blocked because of the rains, I could focus more on the droplets. It was interesting to note the different route all the droplets

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I’ve had a fascination with the cherry blossom, or sakura or yamazakura as its referred to honorably in Japan ever since mom and dad moved to Tokyo and mom started waxing eloquent about this beatific bloom that could be seen everywhere, come April. Mom insisted I plan a visit around that time. Being at school in NYC, I could only visit in May and by then the sakura had given way to the hydrangea.

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Six degrees of separation is the theory that anyone on earth can be connected to any other person on the planet through a chain of acquaintances that has no more than four intermediaries.Kumb quotient is something, I'd like to believe, I came up with. However in this connected world, I am sure many people have felt that they were twins seperated at birth, based on the number of things or nuances

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Today, on 14th march, We in Japan, are celebrating White Day. This to me, is something new. Having mostly been single on Valentine's Day ( Feb 14) , I've never celebrated this festival the traditional way. Yes, the diehard free spirit that I am , I've always celebrated it. with friends. First in India, I celebrated it with a friend from College. Her B'day was around the day so we took this

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Thanks, sorry and I miss you. In no particular order, to not one person. Different people that have come into my life when I've needed them. They've done their part and moved on. And I am left with these words. No matter how eloquent my poems sound, how forceful my debates become, when it comes to real life, my vocabulary is inadequate and my speech incoherent.

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At work today, every free moment I got, I spent reading the blogs participating in the Blank Noise blogathon. By the end of the day, I was physically sick. I had a pounding headache. I was nauseous and all I wanted to do, was to come home and puke my guts out. I could identify with most of what these bloggers had gone through and there’s nothing, I can say that has not been said before. I guess,

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I moved to my current residence around mid december, and I thought, I'll take pics of the area and post them . Its taken me this long to actually do it . Lends more credence to the urdu/hindi idiom that translates to "everything in its own time". I finally got around to it today. I guess something one expects to happen, does happen once everything comes together nicely. I was home, weather was

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Harrasment.We've all come across it at some or the place. We've all reacted against it in some or the other way. It goes away then.Not all the time, though. Sometimes , it stays. Stays till it kills us, or our spirit or till we decide to say NO to it.Sexual harrasment is just one such harrasment. We have to speak out against it.I'll be doing my part on the 7th . Will you, too. ?

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Watched Matrubhoomi a couple of months back. Needless to say, it still haunts me. A movie that starts with a father anxiously waiting the arrival of its child and then drowning that same child in a huge pot of milk, and ends with another child being born, completes a vicious cycle. Both children are girls. One's fate, we are made aware of and the other's is left unknown. We can hope for a good

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Japan is a beautiful country. It's a place that can awe you, intrigue you, and make you go wide-eyed in wonder and yell in frustration. Like any fraternity, it has its own rites of initiation and till you make it in, you can peep in. See, observe, but not understand and therefore remain the quintessential outsider.And then sometimes, you happen to pass by something, watch, appreciate and before

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Was googling for some info when I came across this.I've always been in awe of Hindu as a newspaper. I have one more reason now. :)

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A couple of wks back , we went on a picnic to the area around Mt fuji. Now this was a very iffy affair. We did not know till the previous night , whether or not we were going at all. So , In order to not built up my hopes and then see them dashed, I'd refrained from asking my parents about the specifics of this picnic. I will expound later on why that idea has its merits. Now since I had not

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I mentioned being in Islamabad yesterday. Most people know of Pakistan being a nation hostile to India and off course about their cricket rivalry. But, am sure most expat Indians would vouch for having a pleasant experience on meeting expat Pakistanis. I can do so again and again. I’ve met Pakistanis abroad too many times and am always reminded of a common history and a common culture, but never

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I got out of the house today morning and had just turned the corner when I saw this young lady get on her bike and on her way. Still smiling to myself and selecting the music for the day, on my ipod, I was walking along in my own world when I saw in the distance, a little gal on her bike, looking very distressed. She was calling for the young lady , who was soon going to be just a dot on the

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Fate, destiny, karma.how much of it is written in the stars,and how much in our own hands?Is it hindsight, that compels us to believe,in what the stars foretell?Or is it okay to ignore all the cassandras ,and to plod ahead in my own path?

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mayurah nrityantiOriginally uploaded by bilbobaggins. "Jungle mein more naccha, kisne dekha? goes an old saying in Hindi. I can answer that I did.This was back when I was at J.N.U for the master's program (as an aside, a master's degree does not do jack for mastery over a thing). It was the 4th semester. GRE madness was finally over. We were all busy wrapping up our projects and dissertations

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natarajOriginally uploaded by bilbobaggins. Seen on a T-shirt in the subway : We all need something to believe in ........................I believe I'll have another beer.That's what the evening was all about:beer, good authentic homemade Indian food and all my colleagues, having a nice time.I am the sole Indian in an all-Japanese lab. Need less to say, much curiosity exists about all things

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O-Hanami (literally "flowers' watching"...) is basically the celebration of the arrival of spring. On this occasion, the japanese ritual marking the passage from the winter to spring, consists of gathering under flowering cherry trees to have a party among friends.And that’s precisely what we did. Partied under a cherry tree. Gardens in Japan are in the middle of the bustling city , but a world

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We are all Shylocks hoping , looking.waiting and scheming,for our pound of flesh.Do we care,whose blood we spill,or, whose tears flow?No, No, No.We gave, and now, we want it back.On our terms,according to our whims.Eyes shining with greed,rubbing hands with glee.smile on our lips,Dagger in our hand.We wait............for an ungaurded moment.for a bared vulnerability. hoping, looking.Waiting and

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We can all sing peans to our moms. From , “My mommy is the bestest” , to, “my mom’s awesome” and on to, “she is my best buddy.” In every stage of our life we appreciate our mom. How many of us have really gone , “ My daddy strongest?”No , we are not ashamed of our dads. Just , perhaps, don’t appreciate them as much. These are the guys who are strict, who make the decisions we may not understand

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shadow Originally uploaded by bilbobaggins. Almost a year back................some random musings.I am sitting on the edge of the window out of my parents room. Half in ...half out. Half in the sun ...half in the shade. There's also a cool breeze.I can see the rooftops of all my neighbors' houses, Can hear the birds and the insects.Pencil and a notepad in hand.No hurry to write down

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Expressions,Impressions, in their myriad hues, are penned down here.........so that my heart,that carries their load , may relieve itself for a whileand then get prepared for another day.Rest not your eyes on these.There is fire here,smoldering between the words.It has scarred my soul, and etched itself on the paper.It’ll blaze into your heart, and leave its soot on on your dreams, just as it has

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Monday, 20 March, 1995 was for most a normal workday, though the following day was a national holiday. The attack came at the peak of the Monday morning rush hour on one of the world's busiest commuter transport systems. The liquid sarin was contained in plastic bags which each team then wrapped in newspapers. Each perpetrator carried two packets of sarin totalling approximately 1 litre of sarin,

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momijigari Originally uploaded by bilbobaggins. Japanese people are well known for viewing nature in the season when it's most beautiful. In the fall, when the leaves turn red and yellow, it is a popular pastime to view the colourful foliage.The most important element is the maple tree or momiji which turns bright red and yellow in the fall. Since the maple trees are the most important, the

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mapleOriginally uploaded by bilbobaggins. I picked up my first fall leaf today. It brought back memories of my first fall in New York City.One fine day, while coming back from a shopping trip, with a friend, I'd picked up a few fall leaves. Call it a weird sense of decor, but those leaves went on my wall. That's when I started the transformation. Changing my room from a bare walls bare floor

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ohinasama Originally uploaded by bilbobaggins. Hina means small.Dolls, which are shaped like small human beings are used to pray for people’s happiness, have been made throughout the world.In Japan, the practice of giving or displaying Hina dolls to pray for health and happiness of small girls began in the Edo era (17 th Century).Ohinasama is the symbol of parents wish that they could load

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taj Originally uploaded by bilbobaggins. The best time to view the TAJ is not on a moonlit night but on a misty winter morning when the sun is just coming up. Get there early morning in January or February, stand by the gate and grab a cuppa of tea. You have the best seats in the house for the best views in the world. When the sun first starts coming up, the Taj is not yet the poetry in

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