Category Archives: In a personal embodiment

The Art of Procrastination

Posted on April 7, 2014 by Rahul

Emails upon emails keep piling on. From bill reminders to that of an old friend asking for an advice to that of alerts from my banks to those newsletters on latest in law, biotechnology and business to book recommendations from contacts … Continue reading →

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Of books and their friendship

Posted on March 21, 2014 by Rahul

I have grown up in a family where mother is an ardent reader, while father is just a newspaper reader. Being elder son, I am closer to my mother, and therefore I think that it’s from her that I have … Continue reading →

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Are personal relationships overrated?

Posted on February 28, 2014 by Rahul

Aristotle’s famous and immortal words, Man is by nature a social animal, were cited as one of the reasons, by my teacher in elementary school, for study of social sciences. Upon the foundation of this sentence, was laid the little but … Continue reading →

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The Flâneur in Me

Posted on February 12, 2014 by Rahul

The long walks that I so often take or have taken in the past, in the cities I have lived or am living, has a word for them. The word is flânerie and the one who keeps himself interested in … Continue reading →

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Saudade

Posted on February 11, 2014 by Rahul

Is there anything or anyone that may be actually indispensable for any human? Without which or whom he/she cannot survive. Without which or whom, he/she will stop smiling, being happy, and rather be in perpetual saudade. Is there really a feeling … Continue reading →

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