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Over the past months, I have had quite a few people ask me why the soul was not talking anymore.Take heart, people. It still does. But, more at the 3 Mad Moggies www.3madmoggies.blogspot.com.The Moggies started out as a fun blog, but, over the past year, has grown into maturity. Or so, I hope.So, drop by, anytime you miss the soul!

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Religion has never been a very big deal for me. And that probably is the reason why controversies, strife and aggression in the name of religion almost always confound me. More often than not, the differences between warring factions seem so insignificant that I wonder why people can't look past them, respect spaces and live together in harmony. And inevitably, my mind races back in time, to my

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8 lilliputian blasts in 30 minutes....6 hours of fear and uncertainty in India's Tech city....24 hours of media led confusion worldwide........That, my friends, is what the serial bomb blasts that supposedly 'rocked' Bangalore city yesterday, was all about. A lot of noise, some hot air and almost zero impact. What else could one expect from crude bombs composed of nuts, bolts and poorly concealed

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Yet another birthday looms large on the horizon and my inner circle is abuzz with questions...About celebration plans, wish lists and the special gifts that will come my way..The countdown to the larger than life '40' milestone, which now hangs over my neck like the sword of Damocles...And, above all, if I intended to continue allowing the irrepressible child in my heart to manifest itself in my

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A very dear friend - someone I connect with at a subliminal level - left for a far away land over the weekend. Our parting was painful and my sense of loss immense. All the more so because I was only too aware of the vast distance between us and was not sure as to when we would meet next. The last time I experienced a similar gut wrenching emotion was back in the eleventh grade, when I had to say

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Some time back, an acquaintaince I had once helped in her time of need took a vicious potshot at me.I should have dismissed it as the desperate whiplash of a soul tormented by jealousy and frustration, but the poisonous shaft struck a raw nerve. And the pain was augmented by a sense of betrayal. Tempestous rage welled in my heart and rose to my lips as bitter invectives.I desperately wanted to

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All her life, people told her to rise above her circumstances and work at achieving everything she went without while growing up - security, self sufficiency, confidence, happiness, the education she wanted, but over and above all, a stable home of her own. She owned these dreams with every fibre of her being but without a trusty mentor or a manual for life, what she missed was the path. She was

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The cricket fever is back and India is, once again, a nation possessed!!!Night after night, people remain glued to their television sets cheering their favourite teams on and devoting great chunks of their time to an analysis of past games and what one can expect in the next. Be it the on-field drama or the emotional histrionics of Sreesanth and Harbajan, the titilating cheerleaders or the

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Vishu is right round the corner and apart from channeling all my energies into recreating a little bit of the Kerala magic and spirit in our home, it is also time for one of my nostalgic trips. Having spent most of my childhood in the arid desserts of the Middle East, my first real experience of Vishu celebrations occurred when I was well into my adolescence. Not that it diminished my enthusiasm

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The assassination of the charismatic Pakistani political leader, Benazir Bhutto, did not come as a surprise to me as it did to most people I knew. Without doubt the mindless cold blooded murder horrified me. But deep down, there had been this intuitive knowledge that Benazir would undoubtedly pay the price of being a strong, passionate and controversial Woman leader in an anarchic political

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In the past week, my travels took me to the fabled holy city of Varanasi where religious multitudes gather for a variety of reasons – to wash away their sins, to await their last and preempt rebirth, to buy peace for the soul of a loved one and sometimes, just to soak in the positive vibes and find peace.I arrived in the city with much anticipation, but Banaras with its filthy streets, rough

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Imagine lolling about in an azure blue pool on a pleasantly warm day, a glass of red wine in hand listening to the soulful music of John Denver performed acoustically by local talent in the background...ah, sheer bliss!!!That was yours truly soaking in the best of Goa.....Suddenly, with no warning, my reverie was rudely shattered by a shrill voice intoning ' oye sweeeeettttuuu, beta aaja....'. I

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A few days back, I chanced upon the delusional ravings of a demented soul, who had been ousted from a cyber community. Though his ramblings obviously were a product of a hyperactive imagination and a crushed ego, those incoherent vitriolitic outbursts afforded me a few hours of amusement.However, one post titled * Lost Woman* did stand out and lingered on in my mind long after the laughs did.

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Change, often, is like a new shoe. At first, the need. To buy or not to buy? To change or not Then, the considerations.Is this a better shoe than the one I have? A change for the better? At what price? How much is too much? How much am I willing to stretch?And, then finally come the moments of truth when we wear the shoes to walk through new ways. Or perhaps on old roads. Well, who really focuses

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There are no words in the English language to fully convey the experience of having one's senses stirred by a chocolate square. It is an art, a blessing which only the privileged can enjoy.In chocolat, Robert Jacobs tries to evoke in the viewers a deeper understanding of the sensual pleasures of chocolate to which a supressed town eventually succumbs to. As one watches the various characters in

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