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Jugaad’s tryst with the armchair reformist Incase you aren’t already familiar with this unique Indian word that’s making the waves, ‘Jugaad’ refers to an improvisational style of innovation that strives to make the best out of scarce resources. It captures how most Indian corporations have gained international stature. The term is India’s contribution to the lexicon of management jargon, mingling

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ProudI look into the window of my mindReflections of the fears I know I've left behindI step out of the ordinaryI can feel my soul ascendingI am on my wayCan't stop me nowAnd you can do the sameWhat have you done today to make you feel proud?It's never too late to tryWhat have you done today to make you feel proud?You could be so many peopleIf you make that break for freedomWhat have you done

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Is mod se jaate hai – Aandhi Is mod se jaate hainkuch sust kadam raste, kuch tez kadam raahepatthar kee hawelee ko, sheeshe ke gharondo metinkon ke nasheman tak, is mod se jaate hai…Sanjeev and Suchitra, just starting their lives together ("mod" refers to a point in life), are thinking about various paths and destinations that lie ahead. "sust kadam" (laid back) and "tez kadam" (go-getter) are

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Is Love more complicated than Quantum Physics?I loved a boy once who loved science. He'd greet me at the end of the college day like a happy puppy, full of ideas and affection and energy. Bounding to my side he'd babble about what he'd learned that day, bringing me lectures and theorems like chewed sticks or spittled rubber balls. As if I understood half of what he brought home. I wanted to,

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For Once in My LifeOnce in a lifetime you findSomeone to show you the waySomeone you allow to make your decisionsAnd I let you lead me astray.Who did you think you were foolingSaid you were missing me , that i made your dayBut the truth is I knew you were lyingYou were using me time after time. When the heartache is overI know I won't be missing youWon't look over my shoulder'Cause I know that

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He’s like the wind He's like the wind through my treeHe rides the night next to meHe leads me through moonlightOnly to burn me with the sunHe's taken my heartBut He doesn't know what He's doneFeel his breath on my faceHis body close to meCan't look in his eyesHe's out of my leagueJust a fool to believeI have anything He needsHe's like the windI look in the mirror and all I seeIs a young old

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The Price One Pays For Another’s Assumptions And His Own Honesty!Why do people who claim they are in love, turn weird when the same love is not requited? Albeit the greatest gift on this world is to love and to be loved in return; can you force someone to feel love just because you are in love with him, or want to presume that you are in love with him? Why would you continue to pursue him and

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Fluid Dynamics... From in the what? I was up all night last night thinking about the roles people play in our lives and the labels we assign to those roles and then how we tend to relegate people to those roles as if the labels were there first and relationships have to be decided in accordance with them rather than the other way around. "You're my friend so we could never date.""We sleep

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Sometimes, you can hear the past breathing.Sometimes, it may cower behind you; playful like a restless shadow...at different moments, it may plant a kiss upon your face, like a remembrance tenderly and dearly missed.Perhaps all it took was a tune, a re-run of a funny cartoon, a scent, a story or a backward toss of a remembered loss, now drawered up into a tidy attic memory.Then playacting a dodgy

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Thanks To MadonnaTake a bow, the night is overThis masquerade is getting olderLight are low, the curtains downTheres no one here, theres no one in the crowdSay your lines but do you feel themDo you mean what you say when theres no one aroundWatching you, watching me, one lonely starOne lonely star you dont know who you areIve always been in love with youI guess youve always known its trueYou took

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Remind me of what i wanted then... Long live the lifeThat yesterday has left Long live the shadowsOf my voice crying far away Long live the dreamsThat never woke my love Long live the nightsOf your voice sleeping far away Happiness …What good is it now! If I sing to the lightOf your shadows?

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Never mine, never will be I’m tried of cryingAnd the dawn does’nt break.I don’t know whether to curse you or pray for you.I am afraid of looking for you and finding you where my mind assures me that you go,It was just a fuck, like a handshake… Now you’ve taken your bill for the spreeBlack dove, Bitter Chocolate, Black doveWhere, where will you walk? Don’t play

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Time and time again I've said that I don't careThat I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and throughBut every time it matters all my words desert meSo anyone can hurt me -- and they do

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Purple MomentzAnd we live on ... dead Tum Ho Gham Ko Chupaye Main Hoon Sar Ko Jhukaye Tum Bhi Chup Ho Main Bho Chup Hoon Kaun Kise Samjhaye Ab Dooriyan Itni Hain To Milna Yahan Kal Ho Naa Ho Ab Dooriyan Itni Hain To Milna Yahan Kal Ho Naa Ho Sach Hai Ke Dil To Dukha Hai Hamne Magar Socha Hai Dil Jo Hai Gham Kyon Aankh Hai Nam Kyon Hona Hi Tha Jo Hua Hai Us Baat Ko Jaane Hi Do Jiska Nishaan

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With or Without You- a repostIt's been over five years - May 7 , 2001 and yet the memory seems so afresh. i can still feel the rush of adrenalin and giddyness the first time we met. The shy "hi's " as we walked into purple haze (ironic for the making of a purple moment i must say) one thursday evening to the opening strings of U2's "With or Without you". little did i know them that this song

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Quintessence There is in this life a beautyIn every grain and every stranda rhythm. Quintessence.Beyond the known, magic awaitsBeyond the seen, mystery unfoldsAnd for one momentmotion abates, silence consumesWhen all is lost, and allat last, is clear.

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I Think My mind has been cluttered for a few days, shifting from one thought to another. Even the dreams are beginning to mingle between themselves. I recall one in which a dozen men sat around a large oval table and discussed what they called ‘evacuation’ of all Jews from their so called purist race, giving me chills even in my sleep. I remember opening my eyes to realize that it was only a

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There is a song....A private spell, an incantation. He wishes to tell him that he knows what he had known all along; that one day this world will burn down from the love it cannot bear. Fire will reduce flesh to bone and bone to ash, ash to smoke and smoke to air: this is how we shall all go. The song is whole and wondrous and it alludes to the truth that there are mercies in life so small

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BLEUI fell in love with the most unlikely of all people. At first, he seemed so ordinary, someone I would have not given a second glance, but the moment he looked in my direction, I could feel the energy that pulled me towards him. I walked towards him with no will of my own, my knees buckling as if the ground had suddenly shifted right under my feet. As I got closer I could feel the presence

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When I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.Darkness leads my way when you are not here with me.From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.Into me you've poured light, a light that guides me through all darkness.I'll go with you to countries I never saw and shared with you,Now I shall experience them, smiling at how incomplete they all seem,I'll go with you on

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Our Love Is MeaninglessMeaningless?You mean it's all been meaningless?Every whisper and caress?Yes yes yes it was totally meaninglessMeaninglesslike when two fireflies flouresceJust like everything I guessit was utterly meaninglessEven lessa little glimpse of nothingnesssucking meaning from therest of this messYes yes yes it was thoroughly meaninglessand if some dim bulb should saywe were in love

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Is it possible to be emotionally faithful to your partner when you are physically unfaithful? Is your head nodding a silent yes! I won’t be surprised for a growing number of people are redefining “fidelity”. Dev Mehta, 26, investment bankerDev is in love with his boyfriend of six years. But for the last one year, he has been intimate with his ’close friend’ Akash. He justifies, “I

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The Day I Turned A Pimp I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.... Did I turn a Pimp then? I remember how it felt to kiss and hold you tight…. Did I turn a pimp then? I remember the day I bought tiny portions of olive oil and ice cream because I had no money but wanted you to have them….. Did I turn a pimp

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Far AwayThis time, This place Misused, Mistakes Too long, Too late Who was I to make you wait Just one chance Just one breath Just in case there's just one left 'Cause you know, you know, you know That I love you I've loved you all along And I miss you Been far away for far too long I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore On my knees,

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Ancient Evenings, Distant Music There are old winds I still do not understand, though I have been riding, forever it seems, along the curl of their spines. I move in Dimension Z; the world goes by somewhere else in another slice of things, parallel to me. As if, hands in my pockets and bending a little forward, I see it through a department store window, looking inward. In Dimension Z,

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Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!

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I am magic and soon I will fly to the portal of all Dreams, and I will be the victor of the soothsayers When I sleep it’s filled with dreams, things with only him and me. Time is meaningless, oxygen is pointless, endless, no reason for worry. We skip on silver waves, that threaten to swallow us, but we smile, and laugh and pet them with the pads of our heels, and taunt them with the touch of our

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I scratched my nails up and down the wood, because I knew I would do those things. I would get over this, I would smile, and I would laugh, and I would make love, and fall in love. I would be myself again, and I would go on without him. It nearly broke me to know that was my curse, to always be able to move on.

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"Does good cooking insist on love? . . . How much better does food taste when stirred with love than with stress, or fear or contempt."

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Intimacy is always the problem of the world If I’ve managed to learn anything at all from what we’ve done,It’s that even though it fills the cracks and crevices and mends the tattered souls,Still we’re each other’s nemesis, and two halves do not always make a whole.And though you know I’ve often heard it said we’re made of sterner stuff,And all the things I left unsaid, assuming that you knew,As

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love, elusivity and me !!Make-believing we're togetherThat I'm sheltered by your heartBut in and outside I've turned to waterLike a teardrop in your palmIt must have been love but it's over nowIt was all that I wanted, now I'm living withoutIt must have been love but it's over nowIt's where the water flows, it's where the wind blowsroxette

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I Am The Great Pretender ...... thank you all .... am just prefect at this !!! its amazing how emotions are so universal at times. Oh yes, Im the great pretenderPretending that Im doing wellMy need is such I pretend too muchIm lonely but no one can tellOh yes, Im the great pretenderAdrift in a world of my ownI play the game but to my real shameYou left me to dream all aloneToo real is this

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Just the way i feel ---- I don't expect my love affairs to last for longNever fool myself that my dreams will come trueBeing used to trouble I anticipate itBut all the same I hate it -- wouldn't you?So what happens now? Another suitcase in another hallSo what happens now? Take your picture off another wallWhere am I going to? You'll get

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The Inadequacy of Breathing “When we kiss it's hungry and full of want that is silent and insinuated. I want him like oxygen in a world where it matters.”

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ummm, hmmm, mmm, and moreOut to seaOut to seaAnd in the weightlessness of the deep,Where dreams are fulfilled,Two wills comes together to fulfill a wishYour gaze and my gazeLike an echo repeating wordlessly,Farther out, farther out.Beyond the other side of everything through blood and bones.But is always wake up, and I always want to be dead,Your hair forever caressing my lips.

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The sea insideYou sure do have a strong sense of smell.Yeah, its smell that probably gives me the most intense of feelings,The most fantasies.Your smell for instance.My smell?Yes.It’s the first thing I get when I daydream about you.Wow, and what do you daydream about?Oh many things,I get up and … I travel to where I imagine you might be at that moment,I just walk up to you and … I do what I have

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shades in betweenI stumbled over to my room and looked at my mirror….. and I see me ….black and man and me .. it was me standing across from me ….. looking at myself and I laughed … I laughedI laugh hysterically and loudI laugh long and hardI laugh till my face ached with the stretch of itI laugh till my body shivers with the sound of itI laughed despite the throbbing of my insidesI laughed

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The Heart is an Organ on FireMy darlingI am waiting for youHow long is the day in the dark?, or a week ?We die, we die.We die rich with lovers and tribes,Tastes we have swallowed,Bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers.Fears that we have hidden in.I want all this marked on my body,We are the real countries,Not the boundaries drawn on maps.I know u will come and carry me out into the palace

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Sunscreen - Buz LurhmanIf I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists where as the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will notunderstand the power and beauty of your

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Is love a responsibility?The mind creates questions. They may look very relevant and rational, but they are against experience, against existence. And because the whole world is communicating with each other only through the mind, nobody raises his voice against such questions, that they are basically wrong.For example, this question….Love knows no responsibility, because love itself is

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Purple Momentz"Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own"Tough, you think you've got the stuffYou're telling me and anyoneYou're hard enoughYou don't have to put up a fightYou don't have to always be rightLet me take some of the punchesFor you tonightListen to me nowI need to let you knowYou don't have to go it aloneAnd it's you when I look in the mirrorAnd it's you when I don't pick up the

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Purple MomentzIllusionsCome dwell in this heart of mine, an ancient worldEvery beat carries a story, every breath a legendThis maze of lanes, paved with petals of pain, pearls of sorrow.Often it has been trampled, burnt and razed,Often it has been caressed, nurtured and loved.Oh, this is a city ancient; would you like to dwell in it?This is like a piece of unbaked clay,The more you explore, the

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Purple MomentzWhen I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.Darkness leads my way when you are not here with me.From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.Into me you've poured light, a light that guides me through all darkness.I'll go with you to countries I never saw and shared with you,Now I shall experience them, smiling at how incomplete they all seem,I'll go

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Yaad Tu Aaye Man Ho Jaaye Bheed Ke Beech Akela........

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You and MeEvery moment that I spent with you will never leave my consciousness, my loveThe finite moments when we held us in our arms, stir my complete being infinitely,Moments spent in raptureMoments spent in heightened feelingMoments spent in intense tears when I held you tightlyMoments spent kissing your sensual body… Every moment that I spent with you will never leave my consciousness, my

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We do cut our nails when they grow out. We do light a lamp in the night, not trusting the moon enough. We do look for open windows when the doors are closed to us.

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why do i long to hear from you so much ........

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I LOVE YOU - Sarah MclachanI have a smileStretched from ear to earTo see you walking down the roadWe meet at the lightsI stare for a whileThe world around disappearsJust you and meOn this island of hopeA breath between us could be milesLet me surround youMy sea to your shoreLet me be the calm you seekOh and every time I’m close to youThere’s too much I can’t sayAnd you just walk awayAnd I

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what a song .... why dont they write stuff like this any more? Piya Bina ... Piya Bina Piya Bina, Basiya Baaje Na Baaje Na Baaje Na, Piya Bina ... Piya Aise Ruthe, Ke Honthon Se Mere, Sangeet Ruutha Kabhi Jab Main Gaaun, Lage Mere Man Kaa, Har Git Jhootha Aise Bichhade, Ho ... Aise Bichhade Mose Rasiya Piya Bina ... Piya Bina Piya Bina, Basiya Baaje Na Baaje Na Baaje Na, Piya Bina ... Tumhaari

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With or Without YouIt's been over five years - May 7 , 2001 and yet the memory seems so afresh. i can still feel the rush of adrenalin and giddyness the first time we met. The shy "hi's " as we walked into purple haze (ironic for the making of a purple moment i must say) one thursday evening to the opening strings of U2's "With or Without you". little did i know them that this song would become

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Purple MomentzMediocritygod.... why the hell do people settle for mediocre work? is it that they do not knwo better or is it that they just do not care enough for what they do? the former has a solution ..... but what about the latter.....is it so diffcilut to be enthused about stuff that actually occupies almost seventy five percent of your day.... how does it feel to not think. HOW DOES IT FEEL

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Purple MomentzI have been asked that question a zillion times…. What do purplemomentz mean?A friend once said -- “in life we all have our moments. some are good, some are beautiful, some are great,but there are some moments that we all always remember....purple moments”Purple is a mysterious colour, suggestive of shadows. Purple is deep, soft and atmospheric but can be dark and forbidding like

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My Land Lady“Welcome Home!”… she said in one of the most joyful voices I had heard. Let me introduce you to Ms Nalini Mehta whom I fondly call “Aaaaaunty”.It was Saturday, January 3, 2004 I landed in Bombay for the first time. My firm in Bangalore was relocating me there to begin operations in the city. I knew no one in the city. Armed with a leather bag and a borrowed suitcase I rang the bell of

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Smiles of a Summer NightThere is a river that follows my back, a river of clouds.In it is all that I hold so dear.Each moment I take a step ahead from the river,And each moment it catches up.A heartbeat, a glance, a caress,All are lost to this flow.They are nothing more than vapors in my minds.How many times I've dreamed of stepping back into the clouds,To visit what has been left behind,To

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Shades In BetweenI stumbled over to my room and looked at my mirror….. and I see me ….black and man and me .. it was me standing across from me ….. looking at myself and I laughed … I laughedI laugh hysterically and loudI laugh long and hardI laugh till my face ached with the stretch of itI laugh till my body shivers with the sound of itI laughed despite the throbbing of my insidesI laughed

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