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Archive for January 2011

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Either one of three things happen. Reality meets desire, desire meets reality, or one keeps trying and painfully waiting for reality to meet desire. The second option preserves one’s sanity, but the third option preserves one’s soul.

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Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 21, 2011 at 7:39 am

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After all these years, I realize one of the most occupying things I did in the past was solving Irodov and Dasgupta. So I am going to buy those books again. And if there are books with even more challenging problems, please tell me.

Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 17, 2011 at 8:41 pm

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While I am reading Pamuk’s book |
There is a knock at the gate |
My friends bear a mischievous look |
One of them holds a plate |

They all gather into my room |
This dirty mess of a place |
The camera is set to zoom |
The cake set upon its base |

Post candles, wishing and bumps |
In a bold attack they partake |
I get covered in cream lumps |
With their sweet assault of cake |

Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 15, 2011 at 7:13 pm

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Thanks to Pongal, I had a larger than life kingsize feast today. Somehow in the last 2 days my luck seems to know no bounds. Another thing. Eating ganna requires serious skill. A competition is in order. Another thing. Its not possible to work on an empty stomach. Its also not possible to work on one which is filled up 300%. So retiring myself to the bed.

Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 15, 2011 at 2:15 pm

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Oh miracles, you surprise me |
And well by definition you should |
For showing nothing to be an impossibility |
You deserve nothing less than sainthood |

Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 14, 2011 at 10:54 am

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The universe is a highly active place |
With heavenly bodies constantly forming |
Sometimes however a great star is born |
One makes me merry every morning |

Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 12, 2011 at 7:12 am

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The mind rattles the sky and digs the ground |
Searching for those expressions till they are found |
Thus meeting the constraints of meaning and sound |
The poem emerges, leaving me spellbound |

Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

January 7, 2011 at 7:51 pm

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