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Sunday, May 31, 2009 |

It is better to have your enemies inside the tent pissing out, than have them outside and pissing in - Lyndon Johnson

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Saturday, May 30, 2009 |

The problem with law school is not ignorance but pre-conceived ideas.

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Keep Walking.... Sunday, May 24, 2009 |

After almost three years in law school, I finally seem to have a little idea as to where I am headed right after law school. Though I have no idea what I am going to do after 5 years of passing out from here. And I think it is wrong to assume that what you are going to do after passing out from here, is what you are going to do for the rest of the life (A conclusion which Sanjit and I reached after couple of beers and egg chilli)

So I still want to get into Indian Foreign Service; I like Tax and IPR; I love History; I must enter the dirty realm of Politics; I want to write a book or have a column of my own [How about Joy ride :) ]; I want to teach in Europe; my restaruant ; my school; capital markets.....I could go on and on.

And some complain they dont have time, I think I have enough time. I am not even half way to 50 and observing the progress of Medical Science , I might live up to 150. Who knows? ;)

I like it. I love it. I live it.

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Sometimes Sunday, May 10, 2009 |

Sometimes you want to hear a song, but not demand it. 
Sometimes you wish to be a kid, who wants to be taken care of and not scolded.
Sometimes you wish you could erase all your mistakes, and not reminded of them. 
Sometimes you want to fly away, and not tied to the ground. 
Sometimes you want to express your thoughts, and not reprimanded for it. 
Sometimes you wish to be left alone, and not answer questions. 
Sometimes you want to be selfish and not be held back by your promises. 

Sometimes.........Not Everytime

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So Near yet so Far Thursday, May 7, 2009 |

When I reached Ottawa it was mid-winter and everything was covered under a mantle of snow. Even parts of the swift-running Ottawa river were frozen hard, with people skating over it. By March the first signs of thaw began to appear. A three-feet wide swathe running from the Parliament House building to the main roads was ablaze with snow melted, tulips sprouted all over the garden. I had spent many weekends skiing at the Gatineau Hills and marvelling at the bare trees with cylindrical tubes of ice covering their branches, tinkling like chandeliers when gusts of wind blew over them. They were now covered with tiny leaf. At Vancouver it rained three days and three nights non-stop. On the fourth day I took a stroll in Stanley Park. The wet paths were strewn with snakes. I was at Victoria, where we went by boat the next day, that I saw nature at its gorgeous best. Empress Park alongside the hotel was ablaze with flowers. Peacocks and quails scampered along dew-washed emerald-green lawns glittering in the sunlight. I walked across the park to the edge of a cliff overlooking a deserted beach. The snow covered peaks of mountains on the mainland were reflected in the deep blue waters of the ocean. I stood transfixed by the scene around me. As if to complete the mystic experience, I saw a young couple come to the beach, look around to make sure there was no one watching and divest themselves of their clothes. They frolicked about on the sand, ran into the sea, found it too cold and came out to warm themselves in the sun. They embraced and started to make love. I watched them taking turns being on top, quicken their pace and collapse in a blissful heap. It was a perfect end to a perfect morning.

Reading these words brought a little sorrow back. Canada would have probably been what I had been looking for a long time. It is not escape that I was looking for. I love my life here. However, I feel a little constrained and wished to explore new avenues. I know one thing. If I had wished to go there, I will go. I have this image in my mind which will come true. That's how I work my life, I imagine things really hard and make them come true.

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Sundays Monday, May 4, 2009 |

Sundays seemed to be oddly repeating themselves. Especially the nights. 

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Its been too long for two to be together Sunday, May 3, 2009 |


My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like ice like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles 
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She nows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Banker's nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wisemen bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows Cold and Rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

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