Thinking about the past,
Musing about the future,
The present presenting a constant reality,
I have begun to see through my follies;
I screech, I rant - trying to deny,
But heart of hearts, I know I can't lie...
Being truthful to myself, isn't easy...
Trying to prevaricate, even harder;
Yet reflections are brutally frank,
The self-recriminations that follow hard to swallow,
I want to reform - to undo and redo things,
But remorse and self-reproach seem far too late for me...
Border-Gavaskar Trophy: Rekindling past glories, India's winning road takes a new turn
A popular refrain throughout the recently wrapped-up Test series between Australia and India was that the matches were a throwback to the ...
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i write poems... and dis one is written for moi favourite player: ROGER FEDERER... i am planning to send it to his fan mail address !!! U r ...
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It all began with the Great Buttermilk spillage, an inadvertent spillage that completely drenched a naive and an almost-outdated piece of... -
A nation, at times, is defined by its leaders. And at times, a nation’s leaders end up limiting its horizon. Leaders come in many size...
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