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	<title>Me, My World, My Musings &#187; Life</title>
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		<title>Those Wishy-Washy Wishes&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://blog.debajit.com/2005/12/wishes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 10:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debajit</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#160;grant you three wishes!&#8221;, says a happy green genie floating in front of you. What would you wish for? I don&#8217;t know if genies are for real, but dig up all those hazy (and devilish? ) wishes languishing in the labyrinths of your mind, start to write them down, and you&#8217;re in for an exercise [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="DropCap"><em>&ldquo;</em>I</span>&nbsp;<span class="SmallCaps">grant you three wishes</span>!&#8221;, says a happy green genie floating in front of you.</p>

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<p>What would you wish for?</p>

<p>I don&#8217;t know if genies are for real, but dig up all those hazy (and devilish? <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  ) wishes languishing in the labyrinths of your mind, start to write them down, and you&#8217;re in for an exercise in serious fun <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>

<p>Here are two of my wishlists:</p>

<ul>
    <li><a href="http://blog.debajit.com/redirect/?uri=http://43things.com/person/debajit/">My General Wishlist</a><br />(Create your own at <a href="http://43things.com/">43things.com</a>)<br />A list of things I&#8217;d like to do.</li>
    <li><a href="http://debajit.com/amazon/">My Amazon Wishlist</a><br />(Create your own at <a href="http://amazon.com/">Amazon</a>)<br />&#8230; just so if you&#8217;re ever looking for gift ideas <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </li>
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<p>What does your wishlist look like?</p>

<blockquote>What color is the sky in your world?</blockquote>
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		<title>Memoirs of Yore</title>
		<link>http://blog.debajit.com/2005/09/memoirs-of-yore/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 10:33:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debajit</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s another frazzled&#160;Friday evening, and as I&#8217;m catching up with an old friend on the phone, amidst a lot of laughter and chit-chat, I can see that although we&#8217;ve gone our different ways and now live in different parts of the world, the vibes still ring as good as ever. Distance may make the heart [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="DropCap">I</span><span class="SmallCaps">t&#8217;s another frazzled&nbsp;</span>Friday evening, and as I&#8217;m catching up with an old friend on the phone, amidst a lot of laughter and chit-chat, I can see that although we&#8217;ve gone our different ways and now live in different parts of the world, the vibes still ring as good as ever.</p>

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<p>Distance may make the heart grow fonder&#8230; but only so much. Any more, and we&#8217;d all be a richer dozen, phones would ring more often, and the likes of Cupid could have their jobs <em>heart</em>ily jeopardized <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>

<p>Come to think of it&#8230; somewhere between rushing through life and reflecting on a glorious past, are these little sweet nothings&#8230; the little frissons that color everything a happier hue&#8230; all the ribbing&#8230; all those endless talks over coffee&#8230; the parties&#8230; the silly repartees over emails and sms&#8217;es&#8230; waking up in the middle of the night to see a new constellation&#8230; swotting late into the night&#8230; all those trips&#8230;</p>

<p>Maybe things are a little different now&#8230; maybe life never really comes full circle after all&#8230;</p>

<p>Strolling along this rush street of life, however, I can often listen to the unequal music of the street cries ebbing away in the cacophony of existential angst&#8230; the fading street cries&#8230; the little reminiscences of those fond memoirs of yore&#8230; that somewhere down the line&#8230; at least for a fleeting moment&#8230; I had touched the sky.</p>

<p>I feel taller already.</p>
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		<title>Jam Session</title>
		<link>http://blog.debajit.com/2004/04/jam-session/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2004 15:44:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debajit</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We were singing again today&#8230; me and Kushan&#8230; sitting on the balcony, playing the guitar by turns, singing, unwinding, laughing (and having a lot of fun, me) Its late evening. A star-spangled sky&#8230; the glow of the streetlights in the distance&#8230; a light breeze&#8230; everything seems shrouded by an aura of serenity. &#8230;some of our [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="DropCap">W</span><span class="SmallCaps">e were singing again </span>today&#8230; me and Kushan&#8230; sitting on the balcony, playing the guitar by turns, singing, unwinding, laughing (and having a lot of fun, me)</p>

<p>Its late evening. A star-spangled sky&#8230; the glow of the streetlights in the distance&#8230; a light breeze&#8230; everything seems shrouded by an aura of serenity.</p>

<p>&#8230;some of our neighbours are listening&#8230; Hmmm&#8230; so we have an audience, goodie <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' />  (Ah, for the lesser informed, our neighbours have complained twice about us being too noisy &mdash; but that was at other times, for other reasons, never mind)&#8230; Another friend Vinay comes in, and we&#8217;re a good chorus now <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>

<p>We play on for about an hour&#8230; a good medley of mellow tracks: The Eagles&#8217; Take It Easy, Pink Floyd&#8217;s Lost for Words (one of my old favourites)&#8230; the works.</p>

<p>You should listen to Kushan&#8217;s rendition of Country Roads, with cute &#8220;Ha ha&#8217;s&#8221; thrown in for good measure &mdash; a la John Mellencamp. (And don&#8217;t you even listen to my Hindi singing &mdash; I have a horrible anglicized <a href="http://metallica.com/">James Hetfield</a> twang, that my friends like pulling my leg about)</p>

<p>No one seems to be good at remembering lyrics&#8230; No one minds either. It&#8217;s getting late&#8230; we head back inside. I sneak a peek downstairs: our neighbours are playing Ludo below&#8230;</p>

<p>Nighty night, nutty neighbours <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Done with Prac Submissions!</title>
		<link>http://blog.debajit.com/2004/04/done-with-prac-submissions-at-college/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2004 17:50:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debajit</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Finally done with practical submissions at college today! Yoohoo! &#8230; feeling upbeat again&#8230; Goodie &#8230; Am listening to Aerosmith&#8217;s Dude Looks like a Lady. Excitement aside, it&#8217;s been kinda funny &#8212; the whole past week. Had the college farewell last week&#8230; Filled some more slam books today&#8230; Its kinda weird, just when you&#8217;re getting to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="DropCap">F</span><span class="SmallCaps">inally done with practical submissions </span>at college today! Yoohoo! &#8230; feeling upbeat again&#8230; Goodie &#8230; Am listening to Aerosmith&#8217;s Dude Looks like a Lady.</p>

<p>Excitement aside, it&#8217;s been kinda funny &mdash; the whole past week. Had the college farewell last week&#8230; Filled some more slam books today&#8230; Its kinda weird, just when you&#8217;re getting to know most of the people better, you realize its bye-bye time &#8230;</p>

<p>Hmmmm&#8230; suddenly I&#8217;m not feeling upbeat at all.
Too bad&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Morning</title>
		<link>http://blog.debajit.com/2004/04/morning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2004 17:50:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Debajit</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s 6 in the morning and I&#8217;m at loggerheads with myself whether I&#8217;d go running or check out the gym&#8230; I&#8217;d slept a litte late, so I finally decide, a walk it will be. Come to think of it, I&#8217;d never trade my little morning odysseys for anything in the world. Imbibing all the sights [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="DropCap">I</span><span class="SmallCaps">t&#8217;s 6 in the morning </span> and I&#8217;m at loggerheads with myself whether I&#8217;d go running or check out the gym&#8230; I&#8217;d slept a litte late, so I finally decide, a walk it will be. Come to think of it, I&#8217;d never trade my little morning odysseys for anything in the world. Imbibing all the sights and sounds and smells (sans the noxious kinds) of the early morning is a newfound delectable experience in itself for me <img src='http://blog.debajit.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>

<p>I hit the street. There&#8217;s a cute little white kitten precariously perched atop some rubble in the neighbourhood. She&#8217;s peacefully asleep, oblivious to the rising din and bustle outside. &#8230;funny how such a simple sight can seem so endearing. I move on.</p>

<p>Behind a building I spy a tower top gleaming golden in the rising sun: a little tiara for a staid building, a silhouette in gold. &#8230;Like my sister would say&#8230;</p>

<blockquote>Heaven is a place on earth</blockquote>

<p>You bet, sis. You couldn&#8217;t have been more right.</p>

<p>The sun is up, shining with all its might, painting the city a different hue altogether. The enchantment is wearing off&#8230; I turn around heading back home, elated in my joie de vivre.</p>

<p>A bird twitters in the neighbourhood. I hasten my pace &#8212; have some homework to do, a different serenade altogether.</p>

<p>&#8230;The end of yet another matutinal odyssey.</p>

<p>Sleep well, kitty!</p>
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