tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53360996300609151222011-07-30T20:16:12.586+05:30This is my space, where I try to pen down what I feel and some episodes of my life that needed to be told. I am not targeting any specific audience. Rather I am my worst critic, although you are welcome to submit any constructive criticism that you may have.aakshathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721274044535665873noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336099630060915122.post-7884827644591296962010-01-24T20:26:00.000+05:302010-01-24T20:27:17.349+05:30

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Today I went to Maitree, the NGO at their RKPuram, Sector XIII, New Delhi office and it was an experience that I wish to share with you. (I mistook the dates to meet the people at Maitree as 22-24 Aug instead of 20-22 Aug.) There is a query, a quandry that I need help resolving. Will look forward to your comments and suggestions. Here goes:Today (20th August 2008), after trying out the

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Well, well! I had volunteered for the Teach India campaign by Times of India, long time back. Today (19th August 2008) I got an SMS requesting me to join the campaign, and am expected to report to Maitree (NGO) in RKPuram, New Delhi. I'm very excited and can barely wait to know how I can contribute. My art classes are really keeping me busy, what with 6-7 sheets to be submitted every tuesday.

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Today was the day, that the one year diploma in fine arts that I am pursuing from the Delhi Collage of Art, kicked off. Though this was to start from the 1st of August, it was decided that an orientation session, followed by the first class would be held today, 3rd of August, to facilitate students from all batches (Full time 5 days a week, Alternate days, Sunday) and branches (Rajouri Garden,

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Mr. S, our guide made a couple of wonderful (?) comments to Ms. L and Ms. G that shook my faith in common sense and etiquette.1. When Mr. S met us for the first time and sat down in the car, he introduced himself and asked about our comfort so far. So far so good. Then he wanted to know if this was our first trip. It wasn't my first and I told him so. Ms. G had been to India once before but this

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With a slight limp, I walked out of the lift as it opened its doors to let me out of the hotel. I was now limping quite visibly and obviously. Each step was shooting pain right from my right knee upwards and upwards, till my eyes had started to moisten. I paid the parking attendant and sat down in the driver's seat. I took a moment to take deep breath and calm my nerves. I turned the key. Bhrrrrr

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I parked the car in the somewhat spacious, but very dirty parking lot. Although, I feel that this is one idea that's beneficial for the environment and the monument. I remember that when I was still a schoolboy, I had visited the Taj mahal with a school trip and the bus had parked up right next to the gates. The Taj mahal had even then shown the after effects of the vehicular pollution. The white

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Having returned and almost recuperated from the adventurous ordeal, I wondered if the experience deserved the monologue that follows next. The fact is that it was not as much as my fingers or hands that had been subjected to excessive strain (no restrictions in punching the keys) but rather:1. my lower limbs, which handled the pedals, and2. the minuscule, almost non-existent, yet, evidently still

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I have nothing against exposure of our Indian flag nor the commercialization of the Independence Day. I don’t find myself overtly patriotic and neither do I consider myself to be totally devoid of any feeling for the country I reside in. It is also the country that saw my birth and the birth and demise of my ancestors. To take pride in your country of birth or country of residence, you do have to

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This was an attempt that I made for my friend Tobias Kudla as a parting gift. It happened on 27th of September, 2007. I had not got it framed so that it would have been convenient for him to carry. He was a true friend and remains one even now. He got the painting framed and it adorns his wall in Germany.The following is an effort to decipher the painting:Life in unison. The communication between

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'The world is mine and mine alone', so thought 'Frog', the frog.The light at the end of the rising walls around Frog kept him in tune with the occurrence of days and nights. The sun shone at times stronger than he could bear, for it would be directly targeted on his world. On other occasions, the evidence of a shining sun beyond the horizon, his world's horizon, was a certain warmth and glow that

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All the things around Adam and Eve were beautiful and soothing. The trees, the green grass, the multi-colored flowers in full bloom, the frolicking animals, the chirpy birds, the clear blue sky dotted with some silver-lined clouds, the cool and inviting ponds, and even the fruits weighing the branches to move serenely with the soothing breeze that made the branches sway, as it did to Eve's hair

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There had to be a start somewhere, else there'd never be this present and the end in the future to come. Somewhere, that's right. Straight from the blocks, I am tee-ing off. I just hope that I can initiate and then sustain interest in the posts to follow. But then even if I don't accomplish that I'd be better off than right now. I'd be over with my first blog, or my first blog attempt. This is

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