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Homosexuality In IT: Not So Happy And Gay(Published in Techgoss. Written under the pseudonym Anna Martin)It is the most contemporary face of modern-day India. They are the ones who made Friday dressing an every day affair. They made strolling into business meetings in Jeans and t-shirts a fashion statement. They banished, `Yes sirs and No Sirs’ from the office lexicon and made addressing the CEO

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PUBLISHED IN: THE TIMES OF INDIAThey are at it again. The self-appointed guardians of Indian culture are agitating against the controversial film on lesbianism, `Girlfriend’. They want the film banned because it “is not a reflection of Indian culture and that it (lesbianism) is a concept imported from the west”. If lesbianism is alien to Indian culture then how come it is mentioned in the 5000-

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PUBLISHED IN: INDIAN EXPRESSOnce again the city is revisited by the sensational Shakeereh Khaleeli murder case. There are views and counterviews about what should be an appropriate punishment for the perpetrator of the crime, Shradananda. As a group of media people were talking about the case and the people involved in it the discussion veered towards the beginning of the end of the life of a

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PUBLICATION: INDIAN EXPRESS Citizen’s Diary -2006 Here is a list of reasons why mobile phones should be wiped out from the face of this earth:You can’t even pee in peace because the phone’s ringing and you `have’ to take that call –your mind is conditioned.You can’t even pee in peace without the caller asking, `Where are you? Are you in the loo?” For heaven’s sake, what’s your problem yaar! Why

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I like to spend saturday afternoons in my favourite bookstore close to my house. There is a coffee shop attached to the bookstore. A few fancy wooden tables and chairs both on the inside and outside of the shop. Many a day I have enjoyed a tall glass of Vanilla milkshake or a cup of hot chocolate, sitting by the window and watch the world go by. It was a nice feeling to be surrounded by books.

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If I give you a 1000 rupee note, will you take it?Of course, I will.If I take that note from you, crumple it a few times and then offer it to you, will you take it?OF COURSE, I will.Well then, I take the same 1000 rupee note, throw it on the ground, trample it, let my car run over it. Now the rupee is crumpled, battered and soiled. Will you still take it?Of course I will. No matter how battered

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The moral brigade is on the prowl again. This time around they have aimed their guns at actress Shriya (of the Rajnikanth blockbuster Sivaji-the boss-fame). Apparently, she was dressed in an outfit that outraged the modesty of the "Hindu Culture" and which went "against ALL that the Hindu Culture stood for" during the celebration of 150 days (or more) jubliee celebration of the film Sivaji.My

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At what age does one get to know one's destiny? After years of listening to life coaches and reading what the pundits had to say on the topic of destiny, this is what I have come to understand of it -destiny is like a car, it does not go any place unless you drive it some place. But my problem is, I have the car, I am in the driver's seat, I also know that I am supposed to drive it -what I don't

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Sons and Lovers -By D.H.Lawrence. I picked up the DVD for two reasons. One I saw the name DH Lawrence -I love that man's twisted thinking and the ability to translate the dark void that inhabits human relationships. The second reason is in a way connected to the latter sentiment. `Sons and Lovers' is a passionate drama about the fragility of human relationships, about love, sex and the space

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Money will not buy you happinessBut it can buy you peace of mind...and some fancy shoes and bags.Money is not everythingBut it is definitely something....and some more.Money is not important in lifeAnd I am Maryln Monroe...and JFK rolled into one.Money should never be one's top priority in lifeBut it should be a priority nevertheless....and it should remain there for the rest of your life.You

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Where did we come from?Why are we here?Where are we going to go from here?Of all the answers that I have received for the above in the past three decades I am most comfortable with the following:I came from eternity -I am an extension of the Divine Source or Energy (what you call it depends on whether you believe in God or not. But that is of no consequence to me. It is more comforting for me

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I went for a funeral last evening...actually it was the eve of the funeral. The man of the house was lying in the mortuarty of a local hospital awaiting the arrival of relatives from Kerala, who rarely visited him when he was alive, but he would not and could not be given his farewell without the presence of the ubiquitous relatives.So, there I was, standing next to the widow, not knowing what to

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How many times have you heard beauty pagent winners say, "Oh my friends sent my photos for the competition....I had no idea whatsoever..." Or "my friends said that I should be a model...so they sent my photos....without my knowledge....they thought I would be terrific and recommended my name...."If you are someone who is familiar with sites like Fropper and Orkut then you should be familiar with

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Following the devastating tsunami in December 2004 that killed hundreds of thousands of people and displaced millions in Southeast Asia, people across the world opened their hearts and wallets to help.The effects of the tsunami were felt in many coastal countries, and not just by humans.When Owen, a wild baby hippopotamus, was washed away from his herd on the coast of Kenya, he was left orphaned.

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I finally found the answer to the question that I have been asking for a long, long time now. At one point in time I was sure that I was going to die without discovering the answer to my question. It was a simple question: Why did I come into this world? What was the purpose?As I was growing up, I didn't pay much attention to finding the answers, since I beleived that the answer would ultimately

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(From the archives of Dream Scope)Thoughts on….On your way to win the world.1.Make the small decisions with your head; the big ones with your heart. Your heart is the compass that points to your happiness. 2.Decide what it is you will never do. It’s hard to decide exactly what you will do. Maybe it's not possible; perhaps your goals may change. Improve your chances of a good decision by telling

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Famous writers reveal and explain elements of their craft.I don’t actually compose in longhand. I lie back in a long chair and make notes, you know, bits of dialogue and then another bit of description. You see, I don’t try to make it continuous. Then I work at the typewriter. I find one system that works very well with me is to sit at the typewriter and have a pad on my desk, on which I write

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There are three things that all humans should absolutely learn to do:When you like/love someone tell them –be it mom, dad, sibling, friend, husband, lover, children….for god’s sake TELL THEM. Then learn the art of letting go and finally learn to move on in life.My friends say, “Yes, you need to tell people how you feel about them, but when it is between a man and a woman and if the woman happens

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This was written by Erma Bombeck, world renowned columnist in 1991, soon after a very pregnant Demi Moore posed naked on the cover of Vanity Fair magazine known as the MOTHER OF ALL COVERS. The cover photograph took the world by storm. I came across this column in one of my old collection-piles. It was funny when I read it the first time. It still is….and some of my friends who have become

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Change is the only constant in life. It is inevitable. It is necessary.And its definitions are always cliched! But no matter what, the `new’ always makes your heart pine for `certain moments’ of the old; those special moments of a time gone by. Even if the `new’ is wonderful the heart hangs around certain exceptional moments of the past. Moments that will never be repeated. Moments those come

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Here's some more from Dreamscope.......Stories from a blog -Seth Godin, an author and thought leaderBig used to matter. Big meant economies of scale. (you never hear about "economies of tiny" do you?) people, usually guys, often ex-marines, wanted to be ceo of a big company. the fortune 500 is where people went to make… a fortune. there was a good reason for this. value was added in ways that big

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Hercules (that thing on the right) was recently awarded the honorable distinction of Worlds Biggest Dog by Guinness World Records. Hercules is an English Mastiff and has a 38 inch neck and weighs 282 pounds. With "paws the size of softballs" the three-year-old monster is far larger and heavier than his breed's standard 200lb. limit.

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Wisdom is never new. Wisdom is never original. But wisdom is smart -so often it morphs itself into something seemingly original. But the wise always know that good wisdom is the one that is regurgitated.So, here goes from me to you, from my neighbor to me, from “an awesome book” to my neighbor and from god-knows-where to the author of the book MAVERICKS AT WORK.Take over Roby…. The maverick

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I chanced upon the following report on the net: A producer and reporter for a Seattle radio station, Dan, never thought of himself as attractive. When his marriage failed eight years ago, Dan’s self-esteem plunged. After years of shunning love, he fell for Ann, a new co-worker. But for Ann the feeling wasn’t mutual. Dan decided to go for a makeover. He had a chin implant, facial reshaping and

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Truth hits you at your solar plexus at the most unexpected moments in life. It happened to me at 1.30 am this morning. I am still a little woozy in the head as a result of it. I guess you can call it the truth-hangover. A friend challenged (yes, at that ungodly hour!) the DNA of my mind; my individuality and my identity. “Who are you?” my friend asked, in a 1.30 am bed-voice, yet lucid and

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Whenever I visit MG Road I make it a point to go to The Bookworm –a little bookshop tucked away in Shrungar Shopping Complex on MG. The store is owned by a young, soft-spoken man called Krishna.I met Krishna two years ago and what a meeting it was! I chanced upon his then newly opened bookshop and entered it to indulge in some heavy-duty browsing. I have a fascination for old books and The

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It was a stormy night. The sea was angry, throwing up irate waves high and livid enough to devour anything in its path. Trapped in its predatory belly was a group of fishermen, huddled fearfully, in their small boat, which was being tossed and turned according to the whims of the sea. They were clutching their frightened hearts in their hands. They were at the mercy of a furious Mother Nature.

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I met her around nine years ago. She has been an inspiration to me all along. I never miss an opportunity to talk or write about her. When I don’t share her story with others, I feel I am denying people something precious to behold in their lives.She was only nine-year’s old when the Creator decided to launch her on a journey of fame, success and glory. All three would come much later in life,

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Yesterday was my B'day.....and.... Once you cross 35, there is a primal awareness that you are moving from Stage I in life to Stage II and that the latter has a finite amount of time left for you to accomplish all that you want in life.From ages 1-12 I wanted everything that my parents wanted for me (including the brightest yellow colour frock that my dad handpicked for me. How could you do that

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My friend, lets call her Ms.X, is a successful financial consultant in New York. She was a precocious teenager who had her whole life charted out. “By 21 I would be in the US,” she would read out from her list. “By 25, a successful financial consultant, 26, I will own a swanky car, a chic house and a handsome bank balance. At 29, I will get married and by 31 I will have my first child.”Everything

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