Tuesday, December 13, 2005


Road sign warning pigeons to not fly upwards. "where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies' anklets tinkle in the
stillness of starry nights." - Stray Birds and a few words by Tagore.

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"Who knows what the morn brings.
In a world, few hearts survive.
All I know is the way I feel.
Whether it's best bus, I keep it waiting.
The road is long, there are ticket checkers in our way.
But we wait at the steps every day.

Love lift us up where we belong,
where the conductors cry "Ticket please"

On a double decker high.
Love lift us up where we belong, far from the taxis.
We know, up where the clear morn wind blows.

Some hang on to hand rails,
travel their lives looking behind."
-- Po Stocker enroute to stock exchange.

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"Yes, that is true. My father used
to drive a Taxi. All the young men of the
country used to gather at my father's
taxi loaded with TVs - and they used to drink tea and
gambol." - The King of Cabs, by Taxibondo Rago.

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"Nikhil seemed to be so genuinely surprised at Premier Book Center on Lamington Road, that
I had to turn round and stare at him. Even an
outrageously good man fails in keeping up his
pride of truthfulness before his wife -- if she be
the proper kind of woman." -- Home and the world

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"He said she would find me a lovely
bride with a pair of pearl drops
in her ears and dressed in a lovely red
saree; and in the evenings she would carry the
lamp round the Turning Point, and then
come and sit by me to tell me tales of
Champak from Chandamama." - Amaltas Thakur 1984.

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Saturday, December 03, 2005


Clothes come floating into my corridor
from other buildings, no longer to shed rain
or usher the evening storm but to give colour to
my sunset sky. -- Shokti Sagor.

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In the solitude of my heart I feel the
sigh of this widowed evening veiled
with mist and rain. -- Tagore

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