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The Writer’s Chronicles – Episode 13
To Work on Not to Work Continue reading
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Vignettes of Writing
Writing requires you to dig out the priceless wisdom of doing and redoing the same stories as if your mind were a bottomless mine of never-ending thoughts. Continue reading
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भास असे हे भाषेचे
भास असे हे भाषेचे एकाएक मी अनुभवले कोठे भाग घेऊनि भागले कोठे भाग देउनी उरले एक असते ते वीट येणे एक तो सर्वज्ञ उभा विटेवरी कोणी विचारले भाव जगातले कोणी सांगितले भाव मनातले कर्मयोगी ने मान मिळवला हठयोगीने मान ताटली विषुववृत्त हे स्थान होऊनि कवितेचे वृत्त जाहले कोणी राग गायले आणि कोणी राग दाखविले कोणी Continue reading
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A Tug of War with Life
Of the two Things to choose— Between Love and Hate— I’d neither love to hate nor hate to love. Of the two Days that lay— Between birth and death— I’d learn to live the present. Of the two States to choose— Between doing and done— I’d choose to continue to walk. Of the two Thoughts Continue reading
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Movie in Review: Uri, The Surgical Strike
Movies come and go, but only a few can mark their presence on the movie-goer’s timeline. Uri: The Surgical Strike marks its presence in the same way. The movie strikes the right message at the right time, and with surgical precision—for the pun’s sake. The patriot within me wants to rate it a complete 5 Continue reading
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Movie in Review: The Accidental Prime Minister
It is for the first time I see both an uproar and appreciation for a documentary; perhaps because work of art is shot with both great dedication and caution. The end of the era of MMS brings Narendra Modi on the screen and public opinion on the surface. Every time Rahul Gandhi came on the… Continue reading
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Harvest
When the scorching gusts of heat Fade the tears in your eye, Recite the songs of the Spring, Believe that seasons change, ask not why. When circumstances are bleak, Your bivouac is left far behind, Choose what you must— That let me not remind. When without the trails Should You journey barefoot, Seek sojourns within… Continue reading
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Nothing but Hope
In the turbulent tides of time, The ebb and flow of the fortune, that is, What holds me in place is Nothing but hope. In the pitch-black nights, The darkness of misdirection, that is, What serves me right is Nothing but hope. In that corner of my heart, where Words weigh more than memories, that… Continue reading
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Speaking with Kids in English? Here’s Why I Don’t.
It is time we see that our kids are kids, and not report cards. Let them learn to respect themselves. Help them preserve their core. Etiquette and skills can (and will) follow. Continue reading
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Between Then and Now
Then, I loved brushing my father’s thick facial hair, Which, I was pranked belonging to my grandfather And which my father had stuck on his face. Now, a part of my daily schedule Is my own beard that equally isn’t few! Then, the miniature me, for whom, Everything looked big and formidable. Now, I laugh Continue reading
The Wordsmith 