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Solo.22.Male. Calicut|Delhi
Traveller, in both body and mind.
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(These descriptions are only indicative snapshots of the past, may not be applicable now.)
The Sea Inside
Arnav ne� Amon. The Highway loses itself into the Sea.
Lost Highway
Amon. Whimsical wanderer, chief film critic, walking movie encyclopedia. This blog is now concluded.
neverendingroad
Sumit. Senior of mine here in K. Famed for his bike trips. Go straight to the Sep 23 entry and you'll know.
Mode C
Nitai. Another senior of mine in K. Very good at writing and other creative jazz. Movie freak. Good place to get the dope on whatever's going on in K.
Whirlwings
Refreshingly frank on general life, esp that of a career woman. Healthy, non-fanatic spirituality at times.
The Raven's Desk
TheBoFi. Even longer posts than mine, and much more thought-provoking. Admittedly schizophrenic. Perceptive and sensitive view of life.
The Purple Haze
ZuluBoy. Evocative stories, deep Hindu philosophy; the mini-Tao of Physics.
Purple Cow
Keerthi. Assorted rambles on campus life, and a way with words. Salinger zealot.
the Quintessential Q
QuintEssence. Rock fanatic, poetry lover, SF freak. Well-expressed thoughts, and photo-laced accounts of life at FMS, Delhi.
Bright Sunny Days
Anil. K classmate. Can give Keynes & Friedman a run for their money when he's deconstructing Economics from a 'layman's perspective'.
Sneha Nagesh
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree. The lengthy thoughts continue to cogitate (See below), stronger than ever.
Cogitated Thoughts
Sneha. Reading, guitar. Feelings captured adroitly in long sentences that make me feel inadequate. Blog continues in Spatial Chronicles, above.
Aadisht Khanna,
The life and times of. One of the Eldar bloggers on the circuit. With anecdotes, arguments, humor, and more, his is the quintessential blog.
The Pink Files
The Observer. Much Kafkavian allegory, threads of thought, and an explosion of pink.
The Catcher
Learned discussion of everything creative; occasional humor.
Bhavya
Stories, satire, school to university. And of course, food. Nice writing.
Me and My Solitude
Prateek. Good Hindi poetry; bittersweet account of life at MDI, Gurgaon.
Looking for LiFe
Piya. Young engineer grappling with pressures of a new job, yet trying to maintain the creative streak, while searching for the meaning of happiness.
Blokes A Blogin
Very wide knowledge of Tamizh ('zh' pronounced as retroflex 'l') culture and art. Account of life both American and Indian. Often discusses spirituality and education.
My Crazy World
Ranjitha. Practical jokes in an ad agency. Rather obscure poetry at times. Not for the faint of cerebrum.
Dream Chase
Rashmi. Poetry, 'anatomical' analysis of art, the (successful) struggle for a desired job.
Not an Essay
Scott. Thinks much like I used to in late teenage, and still do, to some extent. Critique of school life, and many thoughts on the lack of intensity in our lives.
Arnab's World
Arnab. Programming guru; one of the guys who made blogsnob.
_________ Quint's e-Books
Just what it says. Large collection, though with the proliferation of broadband, most of you might have most of them.
Himalayan Home
Karamjeet Singh. Encyclopedic info on the Himalaya. An itinerant life which is the stuff of dreams.
Stephen Knapp
Indophile traveller. Great photos and perceptive analysis of India from a foreigner's viewpoint.
Pagal Guy
MBA discussion forums. Much more than that for hundreds of addicts. Meeting place of many intelligent people. My nickname is Gwaihir.
Though this year's is long past, the alumni newsletter of our insti was just sent, and I wrote an article on Diwali in it. Is short (Was much longer earlier, but had to fit in the word limit), but the photos should make up for it:
The warm, golden light of diyas replaced, if only for a brief while, the harsh antiseptic tubelights that we have become all too familiar with. You could hear greetings in several languages and dialects, unfathomable, yet mellifluous. Corridors where mornings witness people rushing to class, saw people walking gingerly, to sidestep a beautiful Rangoli. The rate at which people hugged each other was reminiscent of summers or finals.
There was a feeling of peace in the air. After diyas were lit, and the campus gained a new beauty, Diwali puja was held in the mess. People who are usually seen utilizing swear-words as punctuation were seen reciting perfect bhajans. It was followed by a delectable dinner, and a night of crackers. People with redoubtable work-ex became kids again as they spent the night in a dazzling array of light and sound.
The occasion reminded people of home; some had bittersweet looks in their eyes as they remembered Diwalis past, the celebration, the siblings, the camaraderie. An experience that will be cherished by all who were a part of it, Diwali brought an unprecedented feeling of togetherness, despite the diversity of backgrounds. There was a person from almost every part of the country; almost every language of Schedule VIII was spoken. You realized the national character of our institute, the way it’s a reflection of India’s own culture. A melting pot within, and representative of, one much larger.
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All these photos were taken on Diwali night. Captions, if any, precede photos.
My room; tolerably clean at this juncture, and ably camouflaged by dim (But lovely) light:
A neighboring hostel:
The balcony of my room. Note the reflections on the horizontal rails.
A solitary diya in my room, showering warmth that wasn't felt by the skin, but vividly by the mind:
Diwali puja was held in the mess. A drastic change from late-night parties that the place is a more usual witness to. Delectable prasads replaced alcohol, and the satisfaction from them was longer lasting.
A rangoli. Didn't use flash on purpose, wanted more character in the pic.
Light is the most amazing thing in the world.
Posted at 01:23 am by Solo
Solo January 5, 2006 04:19 AM PST [Observer] Thanks. Don't worry about it. Wasn't anything important.
[Neha]Thanks. If I was so clear about my career choices, I wouldn't be doing an MBA
The Observer December 15, 2005 04:12 PM PST gr8 pics man... and btw i got an email a loooooong time back (regding some survey)... thought it was some spam... dint realise it was u... sorry dude
Neha December 10, 2005 02:31 PM PST everythin's so well lit up and lookin so pretty.. r u lookin at a career as a manager or a professional photographer? :)
