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I seek entirely to blunt the edge of the tyrant's sword, not by putting up against it a sharper-edged weapon, but by disappointing his expectation that I would be offering physical resistance. · Mahatma Gandhi · .............................. ::: latest updates ::: poetry ::: equatorial tracks | 2003.05.11 poetry ::: slippery snatchers of the desert | 2003.03.20 poetry ::: top hat | 2003.02.25 poetry ::: skin flick | 2003.02.17 favourite poetry ::: sonnet xvii | 2003.02.17 ::: 2003.05.11 | sunday ::: # battles and wars It has been a while since I updated my website, isn't it? Should I blame it on laziness? Procrastination perhaps? No, more of a case of depression actually. There are just too many battles to be fought. Did I hear someone yelp the dirty word termed as SARS? No, SARS is a battle I can afford to fight, mainly because I was able to contain the fear that accentuates its reputation, to be at a distance from it. So what is it then? To be so close to Mr. Death, to smell his breath on someone's neck in my family is something that I have just learned to cope. And fight. And this battle of cancer is even larger than the battle of SARS, being merely whiskers away from the unthinkable. Being unemployed for a while made things worse. I was worried about being out of job, having no income to get through rough times, especially when bombs are being dropped in Iraq, bombs are actually falling into my backyard too. Harrowing times, countless battles. Still, I managed to scrap through. The battle of cancer has not ended, but chances of recovery is good. The battle of unemployment has ended, I am immersing myself in a job again. And then what? I have only fought a few battles and gained an upper hand so far, but the war is yet to be over. Be prepared for more battles, rough times and perhaps, more thriumps to follow. p.s. Many thanks to those who left their notes in my dreambook. ::: 2001.10.15 | monday ::: # foreword First of all, a very warm welcome to my public domain. Not much you can find here except for my silly and incoherent ramblings, bits and pieces of myself, some private moments made public. My writings are mere passing thoughts or feelings, things that I remembered from the past, things that I feel for the moment (that may carry into the future), values that I hold close to my heart or whatever that I choose to ramble on. I shall not be responsible if somehow I managed to tread on your toes, or get on your nerves. You may disagree with what I write but do respect my personal thoughts and feelings. They may not be necessary correct, but no man is beyond faults. Help yourself to my dose of eccentricity. Don't forget to leave a print on my guest book, even if you meant it as a curse. Feel free to explore the various sides of me!

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