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Another experience which merits documenting. This was going to be Mithila’s first trip with her friends over at Columbus. They were to go to Amish Country, a drive of about two and a half hours. During the chat over the phone the night before, she mentioned that she was a little unwell, but nothing that should stop her from going. I asked her to call me the next day before she left, to assure me

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It was one of those evenings. You know... the ones, where everything seems to slow down and take a deep breath. When everything seems to be moving at just the right pace, everything seems to be revelling in the moment. A cool breeze flowed through, so gentle,... that when it flowed over you, you felt like you were being caressed with barely touching fingertips. Every breath seemed to add a new

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November 1996. Michael Jackson had come for a concert in Mumbai. I was an ardent fan, all of 10 years old. Cursed everything in sight for why wouldn't he do a concert where I was - Chennai. That's a big city, isn't it? No cable TV - so couldn't see the concert on TV either (did Doordarshan cover it?) Well, next time. Somewhere, I'll attend his concert. I consoled myself. I came to the US.

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It was just another stint of returning home from lab. But, it rained and I was on my bike (read bicycle). Something snapped. Probably buried under too many restraints and thoughts of late, the spirit within awakened. Just yesterday, it had strained at its leash and sent me on a 12-mile bike ride. Today, the weakened leash just gave way. I was nearing my home and the rain was threatening to stop.

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As Neo says in The Matrix Reloaded, the problem really is choice. At every instant, as we go by our lives, we make a choice. "Its time to get up" or "Just a few minutes more"...Coffee or tea...Wear jeans or shorts.... But ever so often, we come face to face with a potentially life-changing choice. What do we do then? I have always had the life-changing kind of choices made for me by

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It finally hits home after two months. I'm in the most powerful nation in the world and it just elected a new leader, practically for the whole world. I can't help compare (forgive me for this impudence). America has come a long way. From slavery to its first black president, this is a remarkable journey. While American people said "Yes, We Can", back home our notorious MNS said "No, We Won't".

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Its been sometime again. But, this time I have not been procrastinating. I'm now in another country!! The USA. Sometimes it fails to sink in and sometimes it hits you head on! Finally, I made it. After all the hiccups since I planned to take the GRE more than a year back. Anyway, during the holidays, the 'Lights Out' Campaign came to Chennai. So I thought that I should propagate the message

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So this was just another day and I was going about my daily business at home. Along came a municipality truck and the cleaners and they knocked at our gate. Disregarding my mother's warnings, I opened the door and went outside to ask what they wanted. One of them, humbly asked that they just wanted to wash themselves at the tap and wanted some drinking water. I pointed to a tap outside our house

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Well.....as i said...Procrastination got the better of me yet again. I was going through my friend divya's blog (Diva's Dreamworld) and her post about street children....That reminded me of an incident tht took place about a week back. I was returning from NARI(National AIDS Research Institute) after my day's work. This guy stopped me and asked something.I didn't get him at first and thought his

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Ok..... Here I am!!!! I have been thinking of penning down my thoughts for a long time now...Haven't been able to do it until now....It took a laptop and a dedicated Internet connetion (even though temporary) to motivate me to start a blog.But why should I write? I mean they are my thoughts. So, I don't need to write them to realise them. Well, try karne mein kya harz hai? First, an

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