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| | Devil Head | 11:55:37 AM | 20/Aug/08
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| | |   Mumbai
Widen ur horizons smoke
dynamite....!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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CRAPNELL ??? A decent way of describing "CRAP" |
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| | Devil Head | 09:00:34 AM | 20/Aug/08
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| | | Mumbai
Widen ur horizons smoke
dynamite....!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Fire in my soul.. searing through n through.. heart rending.. eyes burning.. brain numbing.. n ur poem is amazing kb..... just amazing.. |
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| | parthasarathi basu | 01:42:47 AM | 19/Aug/08
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Tomaar bhalo lagar jyonya aami anandito ! |
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| | Jim | 03:13:14 AM | 15/Aug/08
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| | |  Bangalore
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KB da, you are a voice of reason. I can find no logical way of denying what you say. Both Ram Setu and the ice formation at Amarnath may actually be natural phenomenon. Structures that we Indians as part of our typical sentimentalism see as creation and an affirmation of some Divine being. That's what we are, what makes us Indians. Self Contradicting, Sentimental, Superstitious, philosophical and everything else. The question that I ask is why deny us that? Over centuries we have seen structure upon structure of our faith being broken by those who made scant effort to understand the symbolism behind those. Infidels, heathens, devil worshipers that is what we have been called and as you correctly said we seethed in righteous rage while all these happened and didn't even lift a finger. The Indian thought process I feel still has a lot to give to the world, but for that it perhaps needs to find its feet again. Perhaps these symbols may be just the crutch need to lift us up again. :) |
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| | Black shadow | 12:22:28 AM | 15/Aug/08
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| | |  Delhi
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Thanks KB for leaving warm messages...felt good...cheers! |
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| | Divyani | 08:25:00 PM | 14/Aug/08
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| | | Mumbai
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of all the poets, my eng lit professor in bombay, was in total and complete love with W.O. And W.O was keats fan......so while I have zero memories of poets and poetry I studied in college, I will always remember W.O.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfred_Owen
P.S: is grin good or bad? :)))))))) |
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| | Divya | 06:01:26 PM | 14/Aug/08
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Desi Wilfred Owen....a poet and a soldier.....hats off to you! |
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| | Konfessioner | 10:38:05 AM | 14/Aug/08
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| | |  Delhi
jus luvin d way life is
flowin !!made many
mistakes n wishin to
commit a few more... ;) | |
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| | Jim | 01:08:53 AM | 14/Aug/08
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| | | Bangalore
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KB da, I understand very little of Naval tactics to agree or disagree with what you say about our preparedness/ease of defending our southern shores. However what I feel is this, too often have we let our emotions been played with and have brooked in silence the havoc that has been unleashed through centuries on symbols of our faith. I am not the religious type (which is my misfortune) nor learned enough. However I do believe that certain symbols resonate in the collective Indian heart and give us a sense of identity and unity. It could be the Indian Cricket team, our beloved tricolor, the Taj or the Ram Setu. I as an Indian shall always utmostest to protect them. Pragmatism of today, often end of looking like folly tommorow. Imperialism, deforestation, communism are all examples of that. I respect the fact that you differ, but I still mentain that symbols that exude positive feelings should be preserved. That's why Ram Setu is important. |
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| | Tammanna | 12:17:52 AM | 13/Aug/08
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| | |  Mumbai
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Life is now
A few ethereal moments
Strung together
On which I float and vaporize
None can touch me or probe
I just live
Like an essence
Flavoring other's life
With my presence
None bound to me
By strings of intimacy
I am the kite
Whose string was cut
Now I fly wayward
Waiting for my descent
To be captured
By the wily kite-runner |
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