Category Archives: In a personal embodiment

Relentlessly Talentless

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Rahul

I am a talentless fellow. Completely devoid of talents. I am not an artist. I am neither of these: dancer, singer, chef, cook, writer, poet, essayist, historian, sonneteer, musician, actor, painter, sculptor etc. I often lament and rue over my … Continue reading →

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British English vs American English

Posted on December 21, 2013 by Rahul

I think it is high time that I write about my views on this matter, since this afflicts me every day. The British influence on India and Indians cannot be denied. They left India in 1947, but they also left … Continue reading →

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My Doping Agent

Posted on December 10, 2013 by Rahul

Sometimes, in fact, many times, I get afflicted by this block. I am unable to write. Not that I have any dearth of ideas, or the world is bereft of issues, just that at times, I am unable to explore … Continue reading →

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Mother English

Posted on November 19, 2013 by Rahul

English is not my first language. She is not the language in which I talk to my parents, friends and relatives. She is not even my second language. English is my third language to say it colloquially. Punjabi is my … Continue reading →

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In a year’s time

Posted on November 17, 2013 by Rahul

It has been a year since I left for career in India’s one of the most famous cities. Its tallest political leader had breathed his last. Its streets were deserted. The city was de facto shut down to honour the political … Continue reading →

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