The actual article is here: -
http://thelamplight.wordpress.com/2008/07/09/growth-is-glorious-2/
The one posted here got corrupted. Don’t ask me how.
Archive for May, 2008
Growth is Glorious
Posted in Arunava Chatterjee on May 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
A description.
Posted in Untamed thoughts on May 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I posted this one in Orkut. In the ‘About me’ section.
When,
They piled on me,
They tied me up;
Just hardened me- the pain.
Their Jacks and Jaws,
Those hands and claws
Told me to break- in vain.
When,
They stabbed at me,
I laughed aloud.
And pushed my way well past.
On broken glass,
On broken dreams,
I tread as sure- as fast.
And then ofcourse, a trifle, [...]
Ovarian Equilibrium
Posted in Humour, Mad Pieces of me on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“The whole question of egg-chick equilibrium”, says Mr. Hensworthy, a
leading authority and a professor of the Red Rhode university, “is one
that touches our practical life closely.” And the combed youth of
generation ‘present’ agrees.
What is equilibrium? It is a state of affair in which the existing
proportion of material everywhere in a system, remains the same. For
example, [...]
A header or footer or whatever
Posted in Mad Pieces of me on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The ‘Mad pieces of me’ is a collection of bizzare pieces. Take a look.
The three sentence story
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
‘He knew that miracles apart, he would die. He was right. He died.’
It’s a statement on sure mortality.
On the ‘Flower’
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The story, ‘Flower’, is one of my fastest ever. It was an entry in an online competition. The topic was ‘flower’. It may seem a bit abrupt. Grace it with your mauls.
Flower
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The gentle swing of outspread wings,
The subtle tilt of head.
The beauty of the strangely weak,
The blemished white on red.
We sit together, they and I.
And often… often do we try-
to catalogue Beauty,
to contain her.
Search and science, we try to use,
to see if she can’t be MADE.
We flick an extra brush to see,
If the Piece is prettier [...]
The last reflection
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He stubbed his toe on a stone that stuck out from the pebbled, orange-red dust lane. And tottered like a drunk for a few paces, before regaining balance. It was a heavenly afternoon. There were paddy fields, golden with grains, waving gently for as far as eye could see on either side. The lane was [...]
To Rex, with Love
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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It is a three word sentence! You would think that there is no harm in finding it written in neat, loopy alphabets on the last page of a ‘get well’ card But when the same happened to poor Rex tonight, he quite broke down and to the supreme astonishment of a junior girl peeking through [...]
A word on ‘The fifteen rooms and one third
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This was written when I was about 14-15 years old. The accents are (*shudder*) a little on the colourful side. Gimme a review.
