Month: November 2010

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This is one morose blog (like all the previous ones). This is a clumsy spittoon for times when the bad taste overwhelms the mouth and refuse to be gulped down. I think the weather is changing, the sunshine more golden and late evening walks pleasantly shivery and then and then the long afternoons of flavoured tea and conversations at Dolly’s but I won’t know anything about these till Monday and these last few days, the last few days, hours, minutes, seconds are the worst. I want to sleep but I must listen to hours of music and analyse them and read Wikipedia articles on them and fortify myself against their attack and I have never, never, never hated (some of) my favourite music more.

And then all of December I have nothing to do, nothing to dooooo.

And this is such a juvenile post. How old are you, writer? Fifteen?

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So through the din and merriment and lightstrings of Durga Pujo, we studied and cribbed. On Diwali, we were writing paper. On Bhaiphonta, we were writing another paper. And come the evening of Eid… and guess what we are doing? :)

In between there was the whirlwind trip to the Capital, cameraless and wonderful and just as necessary. An image borrowed from other people’s cameras will not show our face. For example, this:

All that could be jinxed have been jinxed. The heart feels wonderfully light and clean in its rediscovered nudity. One must always move away (deviate?) from a given point, one must live out of a backpack and let all else peel off and away.