Tag Archives: English

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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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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The Triumph of Bullshit – by TS Eliot

Posted on December 20, 2013 by Rahul

I refrain from profanity in my communication, either written or verbal. It weakens the argument, lowers the status and tramples the elegance of communication. In the last post, I somehow used one: “bullshittery”. And then I wondered on the origins … Continue reading →

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