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I thought that I would post my facebook page here - a fabulous article by my daughter Serena, about the missing "Old Monk" which is on the Face book too and was her weekly article on her column of the HindustanTimes, got me introspecting and I came to the conclusion that --
1. There are only very few essentials needed, to make life heavenly on Earth and
2. The old sayings have to change with the times - so my conclusion about Like Father - like ... son - have undergone a sea change
Now go and have a tot of "Old Monk Rum" and get back to read the articles and the facebook posts.
Hic ... Cheers at 3.15 PM in the afternoon here ..

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Schadenfreude and Maskenfreiheit

I chanced upon the website of a very creative person with great writing skills - and after reading a post there - I am sharing it here for you all to read - I am sure you will like the blog and be able to comment on the meanings of Schadenfreude and Maskenfreiheit with great insight!
The link to the blog is :-
http://www.mariakonnikova.com/2012/03/wearing-masks/#comment-78
Have a great time and throw off those Masks if you can dare to do so ..
Cheers
Deepak

The City - a Poem by me

The City

Mud splatters my bare feet
Stars shine in darkened skies
As I walk to where we used to meet
The night echoes some waif's cries.

I see the pavements lumpy with logs
Huddled against the cold night chill
Humanity interspersed with dogs
Carrion awaiting vultures' will

The stench of decay fills my soul
Like tangible shadows invading me
Questions whirl; I approach my goal
The now solitary Tamarind Tree

Dim memories of a long forgotten grove
Of verdant sunlit waving leaves
Fleet through my mind; my eyes rove
For the spot, which still its magic weaves

My feet softly caress the hallowed soil
As they have done these many years
Then must I return to again toil
To forget your memory through tears

And become one with the City for another night
And live with the City through another day
The City where my kin are common sight
The City that gives and then takes away.

Copyright © Deepak Menon ("The City" is part of a collection of poems from my third volume of poetry entitled "A Lingering Fragrance....". )

Change For A Dollar

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Click on the link and see the entire film - I shared it from my friend 'Hadenough's" multiply blog.
Perhaps despite all the things we already have, quite possibly we need something more to get what that Beggarman had
Deepak

2012 - IST QUARTER PHOTOS INCLUDING HOLI

The year flying past - here are photos of significance - Holi Photos at Delhi - Serena was here - all the people in our complex had a rolicking time and even got the hosepipe out ha ha.
I put some photos of Dehradun where I had been with Abha and got the house shipshape. Kavita's wonderful kitchen garden merits attention. Ranga's wife the Professor of American Studies came on national TV in a talk with a Minister and the TV chap and we watched her discussions live from her house - that felt so so good. Went and met Afzal and Veenu and that is a pic of Veenu with her really very friendly and wonderful dogs - a Lab and that little Pug! More snaps shall follow - Praveen is improving slowly and we spend several hours with him and Punita and their son at their house - he can stand up now and is able to take a few steps with help and the stick. That is good news!