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  "..If you plucked a special moment from life and framed it, were you defying death, decay and the passage of time, or were you submitting to them?"  - Orhan Pamuk ......................................................................................................................................................................................... Most ancestral homes have a wall exclusively dedicated for photographs, giving glimpses of all the blessed moments of family; marriage, betrothal, graduation and so forth. Not to mention the candid pictures from the simplest moments of life. As time passes, lives of the newer members too emerge on the already crowded space. The older ones submit themselves to legacy. Much like a book of lores and legends, there is something evocative about these walls. Each photograph, a time capsule in itself, narrates a story of culture and customs that are alien to the newer generations. We easily notice the transitions time had brought to every...
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The 'Backstage Crew'

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Remember when you were this little kid performing a song/dance/elocution for the first time on the stage. The crowd in front of you was so huge and loud that it terrified 'the little you'. But somehow you did it. Because there were these handful of people perhaps in the backstage or behind the curtains or in the front row of the audience, to support you no matter what. They were there to help, to mouth the words when you forgot the next line of the song, to lift you up when you fell down in the middle of the dance, to show you the next dance move through gestures and actions, to set the stage and make sure that you are in the spot light. It was not just you performing, but they too did it all along. And slowly you forgot the crowd, you only saw him/her, doing these weird gestures with you. Thereupon, it was not a performance on stage, it was just a game to play. As simple as that. They made everything so easy; from overcoming that stage-fear to making the most difficu...
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The memory tokens! These are fragments that hold nothing but the grace of my past; Like hyperlinks to an elapsed life. Each one comes with small bundles of memories! Memories wrapped in colored papers and satin ribbons, Embracing nostalgia of yesteryear,  Of people and places,  Of moments frozen in time. These are souvenirs that recall life itself; Perhaps a story half told or left unsaid. Or a bliss we dared not to tell anyone, For the fear of losing its beauty when shared. A travel that made our vision more clear. Or a group hug that gave more warmth than camp fires. A golden sunrise from seashore, Or a misty morning in the mountains. A hot cuppa masala tea from Hyderabad streets,  Or the routine strong coffee and 'kadi' from MSN/ Sanika. Or else the burger, french fries and sulaimani we used to have between 4.20 pm and 5.10 pm exact! A moonlit night on hostel roof, Or an ecstatic view of dawning hour from h...
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DISSOLVING THE BOUNDARIES TO ONENESS! ReBuilding Kerala! As Arundhati Roy rightly said, disasters such as this can bring out the best as well as the worst in people. The flash floods in Kerala have caused property damages worth 19500 crores. Over 445 people died and at least a million people were evacuated. But more than anything, the roaring waters have succeeded in destroying the walls that existed in our minds; those barriers that divided humanity! Kerala is still suffering from the aftermath of a deluge that struck her from North to South. The waters from 35 dams drowned our land; roads damaged and blocked for repair works; houses filled with floating wastes and wreckages; damaged power supplies; many places isolated with no electricity, communication and transportation facilities; trauma and mental breakdown of survivors; deaths and casualties… At least for a few days, Kerala was no less a battle ground; social media and news channels flooding with details of ...
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