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Hello, blogosphere-waasis, I know you missed me terribly. I know that, in the words of some immortal Mallus (my mother usually), that you were waiting for me, kannil ena ozhichu (with oil in your eyes - isn't Malayalam very descriptive?) Things have changed, muchahos. I no longer live
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So, the nephew runs in my mother's house at Mach speed, enroute stopping at the sofa to throw two cushions at me. "Sweetie, do you want dosas? Ammachi has made the batter for you." "Dosaaaaa. I am SO hungry." My sister told him, "
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My first and only experience with Delhi was not good. I was 15, just fresh from my Board exams, on jaunt through Himachal Pradesh, Punjab (oh, birth state) and Delhi. We’d clambered on to the Rajdhani Express – my mom, great uncle and aunt and I – in Mumbai and we
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Russia Learning the first letters from the Cyrillic alphabet – D-O-M-E-V and S-K-A (Domodedovo, Moskva) Going to Red Square (Krasnaya) in the middle of a blustery winter night, snow piled all over St. Basil’s and seeing Lenin’s mausoleum, Of course, making “In Soviet Russia,” jokes. Being rather optimistic about
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Dedicated to my foul weather friends (you know who you are!)... I might be tardy about calling you, emailing you, chatting with you or texting you. I might not keep abreast with your day to day annoyances. I might even be the biggest fool in the world and forget your
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The goldfish has no word for ennui, I imagine. Your life on the other hand...
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Every two years, we try and discuss the last two years in song. It is, as I have said it before, time. I sound manic depressive with these music choices, don't I? ;-) September 2010: (Basel) Nowadays (You can like the life you're living/ You can
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I know you spin your gossamer dreams in your heart, Cherishing them against the vagaries of life, The mundaneness, the pains and the strife, And they who would stomp your dreams into the dirt. I know what you are thinking when you idly chat, Your eyes flickering from face to
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So, I was flying from Vancouver to Brussels on seat 14A. As I was contemplating the distance to which I had to toss my bag into the hold, a tall man sauntered up the aisle and said... "Sorry." I was confused, apologised myself and sat down in my
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We met on the first day of school, do you remember? We sat together, reading our A's and B's - you, with your mischievous smile and I, with my perennially cropped hair. We became friends; it was prosaic in its inevitability. I didn't get
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So, I was in Paris this week. Aside from walking along the Champ Elysees enjoying the first warmth of spring, I had a training to attend. And the wildest party I have been since err... the last McKinsey training (Note to self: Why do we have the wildest parties?) Anyhow,
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When I was 21, my mother took me to a palmist. I had one question to ask him (I had just finished my interviews at the IIMs and was nervous), "Will I study more?" He took a look at my palm and nodded his head ponderously, "Yes,