http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/ What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe? en-us http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/386265 LawMatters.in, a new site which aims is to build a collection of articles related to basic (Indian) law, is looking for contributors.

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Submission guidelines: http://lawmatters.in/submissions.html]]> Tue, 10 Jun 2008 08:52:00 EDT http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/386265 http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/20099 I will not remember you.

Spin sensitive lies and
keep whispering them to me till
they are all that I can hear.

Perhaps, in return, I'll tell you
that my love will last forever.

I make no promises. Call me
callous, if you will. I know
I will forget you in time.]]> Thu, 01 Jul 2004 00:00:00 EDT http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/20099 http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/20096
"Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits."

-- Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

Have you ever noticed how people keep drifting in and out of your life, how the people who were once all you could think about can, almost overnight, turn into personae non grata and how you cannot feel anything at all for them, either positive or negative, even if there's nothing you'd like more than to be able to?

After years, you sit down at a table, coffee cups in hand, acutely aware of each other's presence and behave as though there is nothing quite as interesting as stirring the sugar in the dark brown and rather insipid liquid standing in the cup before you till it has completely dissolved. And as you do so, you hope that one of you either could or would say something, anything at all would do, just to break the silence which grows more and more oppressive by the second and you wonder how it's possible to be so aloof from someone you care about, what on Earth you've done to reach a stage where you have absolutely nothing to say to a person to whom you once could never manage to find enough time to say everything you wanted to say and whether you will ever be able to regain the easy camaraderie you once shared.

As nostalgia begins to engulf you, you convince yourself to suspect that it may well be that George Eliot was right when she said that 'there is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope'. There are, to your mind, few things which can cause as much sadness as being completely separated from a friend right next to you.]]> Sun, 13 Jun 2004 00:00:00 EDT http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/20096 http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/20098 A shallow glass bowl sits on the coffee table beside her. Inside, lie eggs of jade submerged in water. The rays of the late afternoon sun reach the bowl from one corner of the room and make the eggs assume an almost effervescent quality.

Seed pods lie in her hand. Each of them is only a few millimeters thick and not more than an inch long. They're dark brown and she absentmindedly throws them into the bowl as she lets her thoughts meander through memories, dreams and desires. The pods explode as they touch the surface of the water and the seeds are randomly thrown all over the table top. She barely notices them.

Earlier in the day, she'd gone for a walk along a path in the woods she had not been through for many years. At the end of the path was a lake, essentially unchanged since she'd last been there. That was where she'd picked up the seed pods. Someone had placed a stone bench on one side of the lake but everything else was the same.

They often used to go there together on their walks. Two friends. He'd collected black-eyed red seeds from a tree whose name she could no longer remember and told her that he could string them up for her. She'd smiled then, tempted to remind him that no one wore jewellery like that anymore.

She'd admired tiny blue wild flowers, still there at the lake's edge after so many long years, and he had said that if she turned them upside down and let them fall with a whirl, they'd look like parachutes. They did. Miniature ones, if one wanted to be finicky.

And then, he'd shown her the seed pods which she now held in her hand. Unsure of whether she was grieving for herself or for him, she cursed the eternity of nature as she fingered a ruby pendant dangling from a chain on her neck and wished that she had a chain of red seeds there instead. The only problem was that he wasn't there anymore to make one for her.]]> Wed, 07 Apr 2004 00:00:00 EDT http://chuckles1053.tigblog.org/post/20098