Today October is 7

Today is october 7,people say i was born on this day. What a memory we all live in .the place where i was born people dont celebrate each other birthday.they are not even aware about such.my friends want to do something,i feel so embrassed but my subsconscious enjoys the moment of attention.
This morning martial said happy birthday,i guess thats the only real wish i will recieve for the day. So many friends at orkut wished me happy birthday,this is just orkut reminder and these folks dont want to miss out anything. Some of the wishes were quite sweet .for example of my old friend wished ,who would rarely write a word to me ....
Desire to get attention has run so deeper in my mind that i want my friends to remember my day on their own...this is such a unreasonable demand from them in this age of fleeting agenda,schedules and overall transistory lives...
We keep accumulating year after year without growing in a real sense of growth.

this morning while coming from grand central ,on my way to office i met about whom i think about all the time ...martial and me call her "the gal" ,she has a nickname for me Abu and i call her sugar mama ....
i find her so attractive and compatible..its just the timing.. She is taken by her ex boy friend. Everytime i am on loosing end ....feeling of loss and my self confidence get weak ... We work together ,and she says that she needs to keep our interaction at working level ...simple working associate ...
Life is big and love is bigger and stronger than us ...lets see what happens as we both spend our evenings separately and in its own intimacy.

When october

Oh ! I wrote this some time ago ....

Air is getting cold.sun is also getting weak.fall is around the corner,trees are still green.they are ready to shed their leaves and tolerate long spell of winter .
i am sitting near south seaport.somes tourists are busy in posing or taking pics on the backdrop of brookyln and manhatten skyline.murmuring of boat ,sound of traffic and occasionally tourist noises are feeling my ear. There is newly married asian couple. They are getting pics everywhere. What a dream occasion. Bride is very beautiful in her pink dress.lucky are those who fall in love and get married. I wanted to fall in everytime with people arround me but timing,person always come as a obstacle.long time ago i decided to experience love through other person and every time i found myslef rising in love with myself.what a strange destiny i have. Everytime i start liking someone, gal is on the cross roads, after some time when i start expressing myself,gal gets closer to their past boyfriend.they keep going deeper in love with their partners and i keep rising in love with myself. I think my life will remain "mahroom" of women love. My motherz is probably the only woman who loved me..... I find myself constantly disillussioned by woman. I guess i am one of those who needs to find woman in myself .
i started this search few years ago,had some success ,later got consumed with R and become poor again in those qualities. Last few years have been so occupying in survival and study that i didnt have time to devote myself into this pursuit of finding woman .
now i again i am in the pursuit of finding external woman first.few failures will silent my efforts and i would become extraordnarilly introvert. Sometimes i find this lack of love is ultimate tragedy of my being here,sometime i see this as opportunity to transform myself into a continuous search for growth. I dont know what future is holding for me ,one thing is sure i must keep rising in love amidst of all this whats going on arround me .
coming back to outside world ,which is so historic and difficult. Lehman brothers got bankrupt and barclay has got their midtown building ...today i had long discussion with S about worst times and premtive measures,,,it will be bad time ,,difficult time...This city has survived many hard times.... October is yet to come....

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A Last note !

Two celebrated suicide ceremony ... A stone... And lust for life ...
There could be no  better symbolism than this. The way master Japanese directors make movies ,everytime i watched those classic and feel deeply spritual and elevated. Long time ago i watched Kitano's "Hanna bi" mood of flower and evolution of characters ,they are so intrinsically linked ..they director uses nature and its representation in the story its amazing . For example tonight i watched "A last note" this is one of the loviliest post war Japanese movies,where an old actress visits her summer house and hears the narratives her old friend suicide .she revisits her friend's rituals of suicide ,something awakens in her heart and she gets so inspired by that celebrated ritual that she would a stone for her grave.just as her dead friend had kept one strong stone to nail his grave....
However Story has many unexpected turns ,its twist is not like Hitchcock's movie ,but its subtle struggle of life and death,its a continuous interplay between wish to die and zeal to love. But that zeal would only come after revisiting the path of death. Morimoto(lead character and director 'wife) revisits her youth's best friend yomie,replays chekhov seagulls and gives life to her senile yomie,say good bye and finally revisits their ways to suicide ...
today was last day of this festival de extraordinaire ....last movie was black rain...
The way Japanese directors present the story through symbolism its unbelievable .(oh this is just repetetion of previous thought. )

This festival gave me deeper glimpse of postwar Japanese life. movie based on Hiroshima was another good movie.i am sure there were many better movies than Black Rain made after the nuclear explosion however characters represented in this film are complex and reflect the power of director and narrator.its very subtle with usual dark scenes . Amidst of nuclear tragedy ,characters are presented with their trivial routines. One particular character influenced me was mentally disable neighbour of Tomiko (i guess thats the name of lead actress).noise of engine would make him crazy and he would literally go and stop the vehicle.people lock him in the closed door, in his closed world he would carve out beautifull sculpture of Buddha  from the dead black stones ...what a life ..?and then he meets Tomiko and falls in love.....

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Its nice afternoon.sun wont get behind the cloudy sky before 8.30.i am sitting here at cemented street bench which is built as part of extentension  of paramount plaza at broadway.
Summer has given life to everyone .grass which is near me ,the trees which gets effected by gases released by vehicles and building around still the power of fresh air gives new life to outdoor activities.
Its nice here ,i just finished an engaging and easy reading on Gandhi and Churchil by Arther Rehman.
what a great story teller he is.he should tried writing a fiction than pinning down the extraordinary lives gandhi and churchil. Both are my favorite characters in the history. I am inspired by the oratory power of churchi and shrewd and moral tactics of Gandhi. While reading my old regret of not studying history kept coming back to mind.
when i was in high school history was the details and dates of wars and kingdoms.i decided to study literature because i thought its the literature which would prove window to the world of that particular time ,i still think the same way though with lots living examples and the way literatures were written. Later it was mitul who would ignite my "sushupt" love for history. He put lots of air and water into the seed which was lying in my mind .this seed was love for history.i always questioned the word itself,why we call history why we dont call herstory....
Anyways it was easy and delighted reading. I could not have read faster if i was not aware of my daily public libarary fines of 25 cents. Right now buying books are out of my priority though i am getting better in buying designer ties. Fortunately desire to read and imagine have only increased in last few months. Weekends are mostly spent in working or reading ......

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A Last note !

Two celebrated suicide ceremony ... A stone... And lust for life ...
There could be no  better symbolism than this. The way master Japanese directors make movies ,everytime i watched those classic and feel deeply spritual and elevated. Long time ago i watched Kitano's "Hanna bi" mood of flower and evolution of characters ,they are so intrinsically linked ..they director uses nature and its representation in the story its amazing . For example tonight i watched "A last note" this is one of the loviliest post war Japanese movies,where an old actress visits her summer house and hears the narratives her old friend suicide .she revisits her friend's rituals of suicide ,something awakens in her heart and she gets so inspired by that celebrated ritual that she would a stone for her grave.just as her dead friend had kept one strong stone to nail his grave....
However Story has many unexpected turns ,its twist is not like Hitchcock's movie ,but its subtle struggle of life and death,its a continuous interplay between wish to die and zeal to love. But that zeal would only come after revisiting the path of death. Morimoto(lead character and director 'wife) revisits her youth's best friend yomie,replays chekhov seagulls and gives life to her senile yomie,say good bye and finally revisits their ways to suicide ...
today was last day of this festival de extraordinaire ....last movie was black rain...
The way Japanese directors present the story through symbolism its unbelievable .(oh this is just repetetion of previous thought. )

This festival gave me deeper glimpse of postwar Japanese life. movie based on Hiroshima was another good movie.i am sure there were many better movies than Black Rain made after the nuclear explosion however characters represented in this film are complex and reflect the power of director and narrator.its very subtle with usual dark scenes . Amidst of nuclear tragedy ,characters are presented with their trivial routines. One particular character influenced me was mentally disable neighbour of Tomiko (i guess thats the name of lead actress).noise of engine would make him crazy and he would literally go and stop the vehicle.people lock him in the closed door, in his closed world he would carve out beautifull sculpture of Buddha  from the dead black stones ...what a life ..?and then he meets Tomiko and falls in love.....

Regret of Not reading History in Undergrad ...

Its nice afternoon.sun wont get behind the cloudy sky before 8.30.i am sitting here at cemented street bench which is built as part of extentension paramount plaza at broadway.
Summer has given life to everyone .grass which is near me ,the trees which gets effected by gases released by vehicles and building around still the power of fresh air gives new life to outdoor activities.
Its nice here ,i just finished an engaging and easy reading on Gandhi and Churchil by Arther Rehman.
what a great story teller he is.he should tried writing a fiction than pinning down the extraordinary lives gandhi and churchil. Both are my favorite characters in the history. I am inspired by the oratory power od churchi and shrewd and moral tactics of Gandhi. While reading my old regret of not studying history kept coming back to mind.
when i was in high school history was the details and dates of wars and kingdoms.i decided to study literature because i thought its the literature which would prove window to the world of that particular,i still think the same way though with lots living examples and the way literatures were written. Later it was mitul who would ignite my "sushupt" love for history. He put lots of air and water into the seed which was lying in my mind .this seed was love for history.i always questioned the word itself,why we call history why we dont call herstory....
Anyways it was easy and delighted reading. I could not have read faster if i was not aware my daily public libarary fines of 25 cents. Right now buying books are out of my priority though i am getting better in buying designer ties. Fortunately desire to read and imagine have only increased in last few months. Weekends are mostly spent in working or reading .....

To be continued .........

Phenomena and its sequencing

Shop, lotion , oil and massage ...this morning my friend martial was thinking about his bath and how all other ceremonies related to bath can take place at the same .
Its a big challenge for our mind to understand the sequence of event . Infact i was thinking about the cameroonian saying (which martial said as a response to my hindi saying hot virvan ke chicke path).i thought about the harekrishana argument of hindu supremacy and egyptian civilization . I have grapled with similar questions when i saw ancient egyptian artifacts at met museum and compare them with my village artifacts . There are tiny almost toysize houses kept in met from ancient egyptian time .those small and tiny houses reminded me of "gharkula"which sisters or daughter of the house make for their brother.that gharkula would be ingaurated in the eve of divali. Shape and design of the house found in MET musuem is so similar to the gharkula made in my village. There are so many 'katia' lying in the egyptian section of the musuem.when someone says hindu (for example that harekrishna guy) civilization is beginning of all civilisation and for example javed who thinks abrahamic civilization is root of everything .... When i think of the glory of mayan and inca civilization ..... Ancient roots of humanity in africa .... Why cant we think in terms of parralllel events and simultaneity of phenomena ... Why our mind makes so simple constructs in favor of linear series of events. This linear thinking is problem of many things which we see in the world.then i thought about multiple drops of rains .... Do we have some drops which originates before than others in that particular fraction of moment. I am becoming mad in my effort to understand the series of events .......at the same time a serenity captures me and i can see the multiple web of phenomena taking place at the same time . What is the sequence of the event ?

My secret readers these are just seeds of the future detailed works , If you any questions please ask ......only your questions can elaborate these thoughts

Manish and I

who is this other me who gets disturbed at grand central station,by seeing old woman asking for help and does nothing . I kept walking but other manish was stuck there looking for answer which life brings in front of him....she was old fragile and her hands were shaking ...she was asking directions standing in front of entrance of grand central station which is located on the side of chryslar building ..she stood there and manish moved on . Oh this instance is not over yet , one lady gave her a hand and the quilt of manish reach to intense where manish felt like a looser since he lost the opportunity to be a good man ... Mind of manish moved on .... But something broke inside manish and these words are efforts to build that broken piece and this broken world still lingers on ......

There is another manish who has this taste for great art and music, this greatness of music and art in mind mostly shaped by readings and my own ambition to become elite in life. My idea of elite was shaped by media and other s opinions. Udharu aadmi hoon main!!!,
after few days .... was sitting in starbucks located near city hall .it was quite cold. People keep their ac so cold in this country. Its so strange in summer their ac will be cold and winter you can sweat inside the building .... Bought some roasted almond,oatmeal cookie and venti java chip frappuccino . This food has hell lot of calories . Started reading borges again.
i find him very diverse and philospical his prose are combination of someone who is very scholerly and original. Scholalarly in the sense that he quotes lot of greek and western philosphers in his writing ,sometimes his stories are so interpersed with historical dates,quotes and real character that its difficult to predict if his is just creating fictional settings with original quotes and dates.
One has to understand the world of blindness to understand borges . I am not talking about blindness which is dark or in other words black and white. His blind world is rich as james joyce,homer ,milton and surdas. In that world there are all colors except black ....
while reading him body felt cold and ,manish thought tagore's story of moonlight when reader is reading the beauty of moon while sitting inside the house and when he sees the moon through his window .... He leaves the book and see the words were just indicator of that vast and serene beauty which night was expanding all over ....
So manish came outside and sit in the park .some smell of dead animals are in the air ,sound of cars and other motors,laughter of friends and that artificial water fall ....
this smell of outside is better than the starbucks .. Its earthy and engaging its own ugliness and beauty....music on satellite radio is great in the starbucks store ,its clean and lively but this park inspires manish to reach some higher forms of consciousness which is jointly shared by trees,mosquitos and crickets ,squirrels around me .... ..

The truth is that there are many Manish whose existent I am not aware of ...........Still searching there .......

कश्मिरिअत की बू तोः एक ही है...................

I saw this movie last evening in the Walter Read Theater . They put it simply “Project Kashmir” . Its important to understand who is telling the story ,Narratives of Kasmiriat and being Hindu and Muslim is part of bigger construct which we all form in the different phases of life .

Setting the tone of this piece , lets go back to this movie ........

It was genuine and engaged effort from people who care about the issue. Interestingly some of the protagonist were real people present during the screening . For example A was there, she has lost her part of being but not her memory . Loosing of memory is like a death , and she is very much alive ,crying feeling the pain , her home is still in her mind and she says some day she will outgrow that pain and read about experiences.

Unfortunately I am incapable to understand this loss, since my being is shaped by different sort of circumstances which is a loss or accumulation of memory ,i am not sure, for example

for me my sense of home is shaped by many places, my small village, that town and all big cities where I am still growing up ...........

Any ways the bigger question is how much we care about the place, A reminds of M who is so passionate about his Majoli ,

I call this a sort of passion a politics where , where you glorify your pain and suffering in outside world and for this world value of your personal loss is nothing more than a trivial sense of voyeurism. People will clap you ,admire you and recognize you when given a choice ,donate you money too , do they really understand your pain and sense of loss......never....

You become addicted to gaining their applause, and at the same time lose your intensity to feel that immeasurable loss. Your act of crying became a object of their sympathy....... In some ways I hate this type of thing .

A is certainly a different sort of individual ,who excites me a lot ,speaking and spending time with A is an elevated experience.......

Lets go back to this movie again... Makers of this movie were quite clear with their agenda, Religion emerged as theme surrounded with personal stories, I would imagine Kashmir issue as part of bigger development problem India faces in terms of distributive development rights of people from far corners of its territory , even if my escape parochial nationalist mind for some time, its quite clear that Kashmir deserved effective development policies than just appeasing its elites with some special treatment. I find article 370 was one wrong move, and weakness of Pandit Nehru towards Kashmir another which created the whole problem,I wish Patel would have handled this issue with more authority and ruthlessness, after all making modern state making required some bismarkasque work from people who believed in the idea of modern state. There were other States for example Hyderabad and one in Gujarat, Unfortunately Pt. Nehru took this Kashmir issue in his own hand......

Its quite strange that sixty years ago the idea of making modern Nation was so strong and now its so fragile and loose ,Patel kind of people would have done better job for people for Kashmir, but future of Kashmir would not lie with India or Pakistan ,it could have been with Kashmiriat which could have flourished in mountains and would have become touristic hot spot of Asia, probably better than Switzerland ........ soft politics and appeasing policies have played vital part in this problem.

What if we give Kashmir to its natives, which has become so homogeneous in last twenty years ,

Lets go back to this movie again...

M (one of the protagonist )had lots of interesting thing to say in the the movie, he seem to have complex and beautiful mind . I can understand his refusal to speak further .........

The day which was so engaging from the morning to late night when I finished dinner with Aparna.... I became member of New York Public Library,got love sonnet by Neruda, I love him so much ,We used to read him loud in Mumbai . When Mitul would bring his book and we recreate our love with what spring does to flower .......

And yes I started reading Borges ......Veronia suggested me to read him.........Lets see, he seems complex and versatile .....

She/he

Her/
Nose were frozen with cold air . His legs are covered with thick
woolen shocks ... His twheel chair were there for long time .. While
cleaning the lobby I kept thinking about him/her ..

Life has many forms .. In their divinity and sacred forms...

Suddenly frankly said .. Hey ! Did you see that small car ... Do we
think sometimes as group ... No ... Then there is sound of rap

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S has resigned from G at peak of his career. What a irony ! He gave
prime of his working to G but G ended him iniatiating a procedural
drama against though he did got acquital .
Regular person could have stayed in this scenerio but few people in
our human history has taken decision based on atma bal . This moral
conscious can demeaned on the ground of strategy what we without this
moral ground. When Gandhi decided to stop satygraha after Chauri
CHaura violence, he was widely opposed by everyone but it was the
moral power the man. Which made him Gandhi because he had the
capacity to stand on principles which he believed. Its so difficult
to believe in our times about such moral conscious of the man who
defied all the conventional norms of winning strategy and created a
moral power.
S is always man above the ground for me ,his hard work, honesty and
vision have always been guiding force for me . but after hearing him
on this episode , he became something extraordinary of him in my
eyes. Some thing more of S .how many people will live life which has
been constant source of motivation for others . S has always been
light in certain ways for me. Its easy
To live life like a slave where immediacy of life (for example job,
money insecurity woman ) are prominant consideration in our decisions
but its extraordinary to let go things in one flash and decide purely
on moral atmbal.....

Oh S ! I will admire your forever ... I wish this occassion will bring
tremendous force in you. Once you have shown me the proof that Gandhi
existed , in other words our moral conscious is not lost in daily
immediacy of life ..........
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Le dernier ans et marienebad

Just watched "le. Dernier ans et marienebad "last year at marienebad. It remains masterpiece since no one makes movie like this today.

Mysteriously set iin medieval hotel in Europe . Its movie made of extraordinary narratives and elegent costumes. Man and his object of appears and disappears many times. It goes back to time and comeback to present which is so mysteriously interweaven. I am kind of puzzled but I must recognize the way director,photographer and costume designer set up this 95 minutes masteerwork from 1961
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Respect and Independence for Tibet

Rise of China presents a very. Complex and typical problem for modern world . In our times Chinese dominance means many things. I would like start with development aid .China supports huge development projects in Africa, its quest for resources have infused a very positive enthusiasm among Chinese authorities. This enthusiasm supports corrupt and dictators regimes in Africa. Its infrastructure led growth in many african countries have become good wage earning system for their chinese people. My friend Martial told me the other day a very interesting example. Chinese gave Cameroon a big chunk of money to build stadium . Almost all the labourers were chinese and finally when project was complete , poor cameroonians were left with a huge stadium which was built from chinese money and chinese people . This narrative is very simple and to a extent funny too but that's reality of today's china . One the one hand west is demanding more transparency and governance from African Regimes whereas China is simply fueling the development without considering any of those demands......

Well I wanted to write one of the issues which is very dear to my heart for last one decade. Olympic has brought unique opportunity to people who believe in freedom and respect for one of the ancient culture in the world. This unique opportunity has been quite violent so far. I don't have exact figure of death though I. Am sure dozens of people are getting killed in recent suppression by Chinese authorities . Lhasa was burning ....I am sad that reaction of India is so soft and meek on this issue.. Agressive and suppressive china can dangerous to the south asia. Our present Indian Governent has shown such lamb duck position , I wish if our first pm Pt. Nehru would have alive today
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Spring, which is not far

Every morning, I see My naked tree embraces purple leaf buds.what a extraordinary joy to see this tree changing color everyday ......soon all its branches will be filled with leaves.... Many other trees will be sharing their flower to the world in coming days ...life after weary winter won't be the same. ..... Oh it was such a long winter though not that dreadful like last year .....
Spotless blue sky .... Small birds which remind me of birds in my court yard and how they make the water of our well so dirty with their shit .... Still my( didi) mom keep washing the rice and other vegetable ... I remember the bucket which carry from the well and water is filled with fresh aroma of earth though sour in taste ....

Again coming back to the present .... Its amazingly peacefull here . People are busy in their houses ,,, who has see the extraordinary unfolding this beauty which is so uncondinitional and tempting ....
Stupid! there is one white polythene which hangs on the branch of the tree it looks awkward amidst the purple leaf buds of the tree ... Its filled with air and try to. Run away from that but somewhat it stuck there and looks like a white ugly baloon .............

We had easter dinner at le pere penard in east village . Everytime Laura would take us to some French or Eurpean place last night was no different .... Lamb was cooked nicely ... We had some amazing wine though expensive affair .... Fuckin it cost me 78 dollars ......

Yesterday afternoon was so random ... Such a old body but made nice sound of love .... She was daniella
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He has lost thirty. Pound in last three weeks. He has ID for food
stamp but manager refuse to recognize him because his pic on his ID
does not match with real him.

He came to me asking for band aid in the store. Tall and handsome man
.I know him for four months . I know quite closely since I am aware of
his shitty smell.and growing beard. Once he asked for money for bed
since he didn't have enough money to get a bed for that cold night.
Which I still remember very well. I was walking in front of sheraton
and he caught me.

Tonight I asked him about his whereabout and specifically his way of
walking .... His long and slender body was flying in the air . I asked
him why you are walking like that.?
He told me that his dancing .... There is secret which exist between
him and me ...which. I promised not to tell anyone ......its a secret
which is killing him. He has spent 900 dollars since sunday but only
less than ten percent on food , all the rest were spend on drugs
particularly cocaine
I should write more on this .....
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He is fifty. He invited me for concert. Conductor was great. He was
good performer. This concert was exploration of 20th and 19th century
choral songs. James bagwell was music director and it was organized by
the desert choirs.

This building is located on 64 th w central park nice wooden interiors
in a church style. After the concert we four of us went have dinner.
Petit restrauent located near lincoln center probably one blocks away
on 67 th street. Quite small and old. Food is reasonable. One can't
expect to have great burger in that neiggbourhood with that money. So
basically its mediocre food.
Now let's say something about people
Mr porter was retire sociology professor. The guy cud not speak but we
had a good conversation on paper about camera and its different
variations. old man! I should have known more more about that person.
A innocent sweetness enveloped his personality.
Richard was in tuxedo his well worned shoes. Cheap white shirt but
really nice tuxedo his beard has grown a bit. His face look like rabbi
if you see from distance. His face has childlike innocence. Beard has
given him saint figure. When I saw him closely at dinne table . He was
not that innocent guy.

Other guy was bit bitter at the end of the conversation when we were
walking towards the subway. He showed lots of concern about
unemployment and comparing cu and cunyc. my .prehysbrian was the
word in new york

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They are sick and homeless. We think social worker will take care of
them but I am not sure who will take care of them.
Police come and ask them where they wanna go and they are speechless ,
they just want to stay in warm cafe or at sub way platform but police
cannot let them stay with peace.

Right now I am sitting on wooden bench at path station. There are two
couple sitting besides me and talking about some super cool
application of facebook . Girl is busy in facebooking through her I
phone whereas in our next bench two homeless people were taken by path
police...

Just finished my work at picker center I am not getting anything in
return. Its a great frienship trap where me and martial keep landing
up at picker center . Today I finished world bank trade program . It
took lots of time. I wasted hell lots of paper due to my silly
mistake with printers.
Four people are busy are with their little machines. Its amazing that
phones have increased our capacity to communicate but in real terms it
has reduced the scope of communication . For example these four people
are busy in their world of phones . Some one is watching my space ....
Someone is reading mails ...some is listening music......but rarely
people are talking to each other.
Its two o clock. In the night ...people are showing the pics to each
other ... Evrywhere you go and people are busy in taking pictures.
What kind of situation upbringing inspire people to capture every
moments in camera.... In last more than three years I have been taking
pics all over from brazil to germany to switzerland .....capturing
the fleeting and transistory moments of life .........
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Manish Kumar
Dual MPA
Sciences Po, Paris & SIPA ,New York
Email: mk2740@columbia.edu
"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

One of those morning

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From: manishkumarm@gmail.com
Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 21:46:52 +0000
Subject: One of those morning
To: go@blogger.com

This morning has been quite irritating .I must decide what I want from
my life ..... These thoughts are now tiny clouds in my consciousness
......let's move on....

Today is new morning. Bright and beautifull one ...I came home at
5.20 am . Night was not that consumptive since we outside professional
for deep cleaning at our store . They don't have perfect equipment to
clean store like starbucks. Our store is quite big . Its located on
broadway 51 st street. Quite busy though we don't make top sale in the
city. We are one of the high revenue store.

Frankie, racqueta and rubi were working last night starbucks shifts
have become stress busters for me . I feel good about going there. Its
lively . People are easy and they accept me in more fulfilling way as
time passes. Time has such a great secret . I am getting along with
few people is good way. I hang out with them , watch movie and drink
pina colada in five in the morning. I don't have much to share with
them because the way they think its totally different than the way I
grew up in india. For example they make some jokes about immigrants
about which I am totally unaware of . Last night they were talking
about reverse mexican style .....I don't know what that is ....it damn
interesting to know their langauge ,slang and sex lives ..... Few
girls are lesbians. They are so bold about their adventures and
experience . I like their vital force of life . In sanskrit I would
call this thing elixir of life 'jeevan rasa'

AGain coming back to this morning ...I met tom . He has slim and fit
body and very friendly in nature . Our reason of secret brotherhood
was bicycle. I was parking my bike and he just appeared from the path
station. We said hello . He has mistaken me for someone else but
anyways we became very friendly in ten minutes of conversation.
I asked him about the ways to take bike to the manhatten . He told me
me that only way was take bike þhrough george washinton bridge. We
discussed the unfriendly nature of public transport to carry bikes.
Ten years ago , one has take permit to carry bicycle in path trains
now atleast people can carry their bikes in some specific timings . We
agree that things are getting better but its a long way to go........

I just finished a book by irwing stone the lust for life . What a
amazing life von gogh had ..... Poor and desitute but always showered
with theo's love and life long affection .....when vincent died theo
could not take it and he also died in six months .... As in bible
someone said "they cannot be divided in death .

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--
Manish Kumar
Dual MPA
Sciences Po, Paris & SIPA ,New York
Email: mk2740@columbia.edu
"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

White silk which is covering me all over

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From: manishkumarm@gmail.com
Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 21:36:21 +0000
Subject: White silk which is covering me all over
To: go@blogger.com

Its lazy morning with many broken promises.
When I slept around twelve thirty ,the first broken promise was to
get up early and go to precinct 24 where I need to get my finger print
for canadian visa purposes. There were many mundane promises which
break with myself every morning ..every moments and every day ....once
my boss at greenpeace said that we compromise with ourselves in the
morning , we keep compromising through out life. I think he was right
because I see in my own life that compromised made in the morning
reflect in the day too . Our life is essentially made of passing
moments. A moments compromised is life compromised .
I woke up at a 8.16 pm , open my window of ground floor apartment . A
white silk has covered earth , cars and my petit bicycle . A big bumps
of snow was formed on my bicycle seat. When I bought this vintage
quinn bike from a chinese guy in down town Manhattan , it was covered
with purple colored plastic . I didn't tacit and it turned out quite
safe from rain and snow till now.

Snow brings something to the city. I was in 1 police plaza today. Its
a building behind the city hall.where Mayor Bloomberg sits. Tourists
never get tired . Lots of people are taking pics of snow covered mta
buses and park. Labourers are busy building freedom towers. I spend
few minutes in overlooking the construction which stll look like big
hole in near path train station.snow has covered the big monster
trucks and other machineries busy in construction activities.

New police head quarter reminded me of railway headquarter in mumbai
when I used to go to get permission for Greenpeace awareness campaign.
There were certainly less people but the smell of furniture and rest
rooms were similar though I must say nypad has relatively well
maintained rest rooms .

I am in 6 train right now . This one has new cmpartment and bright
interiors . Its nice and new people are busy listening music through
their ipods.one girl is sipping starbucks coffee. I must
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--
Manish Kumar
Dual MPA
Sciences Po, Paris & SIPA ,New York
Email: mk2740@columbia.edu
"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

He

He has lost thirty. Pound in last three weeks. He has ID for food stamp but manager refuse to recognize him because his pic on his ID does not match with real him.

He came to me asking for band aid in the store. Tall and handsome man .I know him for four months . I know quite closely since I am aware of his shitty smell.and growing beard. Once he asked for money for bed since he didn't have enough money to get a bed for that cold night. Which I still remember very well. I was walking in front of sheraton and he caught me.

Tonight I asked him about his whereabout and specifically his way of walking .... His long and slender body was flying in the air . I asked him why you are walking like that.?
He told me that his dancing .... There is secret which exist between him and me ...which. I promised not to tell anyone ......its a secret which is killing him. He has spent 900 dollars since sunday but only less than ten percent on food , all the rest were spend on drugs particularly cocaine
I should write more on this .....
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Saturday

He is fifty. He invited me for concert. Conductor was great. He was
good performer. This concert was exploration of 20th and 19th century
choral songs. James bagwell was music director and it was organized by
the desert choirs.

This building is located on 64 th w central park nice wooden interiors
in a church style. After the concert we four of us went have dinner.
Petit restrauent located near lincoln center probably one blocks away
on 67 th street. Quite small and old. Food is reasonable. One can't
expect to have great burger in that neiggbourhood with that money. So
basically its mediocre food.
Now let's say something about people
Mr porter was retire sociology professor. The guy cud not speak but we
had a good conversation on paper about camera and its different
variations. old man! I should have known more more about that person.
A innocent sweetness enveloped his personality.
Richard was in tuxedo his well worned shoes. Cheap white shirt but
really nice tuxedo his beard has grown a bit. His face look like rabbi
if you see from distance. His face has childlike innocence. Beard has
given him saint figure. When I saw him closely at dinne table . He was
not that innocent guy.

Other guy was bit bitter at the end of the conversation when we were
walking towards the subway. He showed lots of concern about
unemployment and comparing cu and cunyc. my .prehysbrian was the
word in new york

--
Manish Kumar
Dual MPA
Sciences Po, Paris & SIPA ,New York
Email: mk2740@columbia.edu
"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

And police took them

They are sick and homeless. We think social worker will take care of them but I am not sure who will take care of them.
Police come and ask them where they wanna go and they are speechless , they just want to stay in warm cafe or at sub way platform but police cannot let them stay with peace.

Right now I am sitting on wooden bench at path station. There are two couple sitting besides me and talking about some super cool application of facebook . Girl is busy in facebooking through her I phone whereas in our next bench two homeless people were taken by path police...

Just finished my work at picker center I am not getting anything in return. Its a great frienship trap where me and martial keep landing up at picker center . Today I finished world bank trade program . It took lots of time. I wasted hell lots of paper due to my silly mistake with printers.
Four people are busy are with their little machines. Its amazing that phones have increased our capacity to communicate but in real terms it has reduced the scope of communication . For example these four people are busy in their world of phones . Some one is watching my space .... Someone is reading mails ...some is listening music......but rarely people are talking to each other.
Its two o clock. In the night ...people are showing the pics to each other ... Evrywhere you go and people are busy in taking pictures. What kind of situation upbringing inspire people to capture every moments in camera.... In last more than three years I have been taking pics all over from brazil to germany to switzerland .....capturing the fleeting and transistory moments of life .........
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

One of those morning

This morning has been quite irritating .I must decide what I want from my life ..... These thoughts are now tiny clouds in my consciousness ......let's move on....

Today is new morning. Bright and beautifull one ...I came home at 5.20 am . Night was not that consumptive since we outside professional for deep cleaning at our store . They don't have perfect equipment to clean store like starbucks. Our store is quite big . Its located on broadway 51 st street. Quite busy though we don't make top sale in the city. We are one of the high revenue store.

Frankie, racqueta and rubi were working last night starbucks shifts have become stress busters for me . I feel good about going there. Its lively . People are easy and they accept me in more fulfilling way as time passes. Time has such a great secret . I am getting along with few people is good way. I hang out with them , watch movie and drink pina colada in five in the morning. I don't have much to share with them because the way they think its totally different than the way I grew up in india. For example they make some jokes about immigrants about which I am totally unaware of . Last night they were talking about reverse mexican style .....I don't know what that is ....it damn interesting to know their langauge ,slang and sex lives ..... Few girls are lesbians. They are so bold about their adventures and experience . I like their vital force of life . In sanskrit I would call this thing elixir of life 'jeevan rasa'

AGain coming back to this morning ...I met tom . He has slim and fit body and very friendly in nature . Our reason of secret brotherhood was bicycle. I was parking my bike and he just appeared from the path station. We said hello . He has mistaken me for someone else but anyways we became very friendly in ten minutes of conversation.
I asked him about the ways to take bike to the manhatten . He told me me that only way was take bike þhrough george washinton bridge. We discussed the unfriendly nature of public transport to carry bikes.
Ten years ago , one has take permit to carry bicycle in path trains now atleast people can carry their bikes in some specific timings . We agree that things are getting better but its a long way to go........

I just finished a book by irwing stone the lust for life . What a amazing life von gogh had ..... Poor and desitute but always showered with theo's love and life long affection .....when vincent died theo could not take it and he also died in six months .... As in bible someone said "they cannot be divided in death .

Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

White silk which is covering me all over

Its lazy morning with many broken promises.
When I slept around twelve thirty ,the first broken promise was to get up early and go to precinct 24 where I need to get my finger print for canadian visa purposes. There were many mundane promises which break with myself every morning ..every moments and every day ....once my boss at greenpeace said that we compromise with ourselves in the morning , we keep compromising through out life. I think he was right because I see in my own life that compromised made in the morning reflect in the day too . Our life is essentially made of passing moments. A moments compromised is life compromised .
I woke up at a 8.16 pm , open my window of ground floor apartment . A white silk has covered earth , cars and my petit bicycle . A big bumps of snow was formed on my bicycle seat. When I bought this vintage quinn bike from a chinese guy in down town Manhattan , it was covered with purple colored plastic . I didn't tacit and it turned out quite safe from rain and snow till now.

Snow brings something to the city. I was in 1 police plaza today. Its a building behind the city hall.where Mayor Bloomberg sits. Tourists never get tired . Lots of people are taking pics of snow covered mta buses and park. Labourers are busy building freedom towers. I spend few minutes in overlooking the construction which stll look like big hole in near path train station.snow has covered the big monster trucks and other machineries busy in construction activities.

New police head quarter reminded me of railway headquarter in mumbai when I used to go to get permission for Greenpeace awareness campaign. There were certainly less people but the smell of furniture and rest rooms were similar though I must say nypad has relatively well maintained rest rooms .

I am in 6 train right now . This one has new cmpartment and bright interiors . Its nice and new people are busy listening music through their ipods.one girl is sipping starbucks coffee. I must
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lOVE IS ALPHA AND OMEGA

I watched love in the time of chlorera at regal last night. I was excited from the day when marquez agreed to director's wish to make a movie on his classic.

Its always challenging to make movie on some immortal classic like love in the of chlorera . Though director has tried potray genuine sense of feel by depicting everything as much as much according to book .how can he. Could create feel of someone who proposes fermina after 51 years 9 months and four. Days at the time of her husband's funeral. .I must appreciate his movie because he is the one who dared to give faces to the character like florintina ariza . His love for life and his firm believe in himself finally bring fermina to him. Some of the lines from book were resonating in my head when. Character speaks their dialoque.
Its weak movie but.couragious effort to bring one of the greatest novel of 20th century into a celluloid.
train will reach to 33rd street in a few minute and I will rush to take number one train for columbia because empa party is taking place at radio perfecto . Here is the station.

JUST A THOUGHT

ts not worthwhile to stay abroad just for the sake for it . I am getting to be part of the place where is action is .in another words I am all set to go to India.

I wanted to stay here but at what cost . I wanted to be part of my parents last days of old age because they were part of my childhood days . I want. Complete the circle which is life . I find this circle is more fulfilling than than living as stranger in far away land . In a way I crave for family and its routine. Its daily trouble and worries . How long I am going to away from them. Economic security will come later.glory and other things can follow me but when my parents will pass away I will regret that in whole life . My mother always says that now I should come back , I came here. to study and now I must go back to fulfill my duties of life.
Its been a long time since I have been thinking

सुब्वय

If there is something to desire,
There will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret
There will be something to recall .
If there is something to recall
There was nothing to regret
If there was nothing to regret
There was nothing to desire। .

आना वेरा लोवा रुस्सियन कवित्त्री

नेयोर्क के सुब्वय मैं मैं दूद्हत

If there is something to desire,
There will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret
There will be something to recall .
If there is something to recall
There was nothing to regret
If there was nothing to regret
There was nothing to desire. .

Please claim code

Hhh

--
Manish Kumar
Dual MPA
Sciences Po, Paris & SIPA ,New York
Email: mk2740@columbia.edu
"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe