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Continue reading →: The word-peddler
Some of us train ourselves to be a peddler of words. Or as people who can assess and value words. We package words, we polish them up and then we hawk our wares on streets of the real world. No matter how great or small, we hope to make a…
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Continue reading →: Bottledworder is back
The long trip to Calcutta is over and I am back in New York. It’s difficult to believe that one can be in the midst of the scorching heat of the sun one day and so much snow the next. In both places, people will smile and say you haven’t…
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Continue reading →: Global Indians: Distance and the World
When I was a child in Calcutta in the late 80’s and early 90’s, we didn’t have the internet. When we wanted to see the world, we looked at a big globe which belonged to my brother. We would twirl it round and round and look at all the countries…
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Continue reading →: Writing, moods and discipline
You’ve been deeply distressed about a number of things going on in your life lately. At the same time, you’re creating a character who is going through a crisis. You’re euphoric about a new job, a new partner, a new plan that materialized. At the same time you’re writing a…
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Continue reading →: The word-bottle is travelling!
Dear Friends: I’m probably on a plane right now even as you read! Just letting you know that I’ll be travelling for the next couple of weeks. Hopefully the automated scheduling feature will keep working to publish my posts periodically. Your comments are very welcome as usual but here’s a…
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Continue reading →: Writing in spite of the daily
Jan 20, 2013 It’s 4:30 am. It’s quiet enough for me to be able to hear the low gurgle of the refrigerator punctuated by the intermittent swishing sound of the heater as it’s coming on intermittently. The river is dark outside and the lights on the banks of the river…
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Continue reading →: The Neapolitan Blog for Different Audiences
One of the biggest challenges of writing a good blog is the challenge of catering to different kinds of readers. I don’t know if everyone would agree, but the act of writing a blog itself implies that the blogger is someone who believes in democratization of knowledge, especially with regard…
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Continue reading →: What gifts to buy in a global culture?
I’ve been looking for gifts for the past few days for my impending visit to India from New York. And I’ve been looking in vain. Last year I bought some bottles of perfume with people’s names on them –unfortunately not mine but say Calvin Klein’s or Elizabeth Arden’s or even…
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Continue reading →: Our little book of poems
On my shelf is a small book about 5 inches square. It has a brown paper cover with my name on the paper cover. I can’t remember who covered it–me or my brother. Until a few years ago, its binding was as strong as the day it must have come…
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Continue reading →: Words, wit and writing
For the past few weeks, I was posting quotations that I like on my Facebook page. Many of them were from my witty friend Oscar Wilde. Then I thought why not quote Bottledworder? All I need to do is to look inside. So here are some words of wisdom from…
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Continue reading →: Possessing books
I went to listen to a talk at the New School in Manhattan yesterday. But this post is not about that talk. It’s about something incidental I spotted in our aimless wanderings preceding the event. It’s about books. But to understand what I mean you have to listen to my…
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Continue reading →: Night
The river is completely dark. A solitary vessel is glowing like a diamond-studded jewel on the inky black surface. The roar of the helicopters that criss-cross the sky all day is finally gone. The voices of the people who pass by speaking a dozen languages about office affairs by my…
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Continue reading →: The paradox of blogging
A blog looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.
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Continue reading →: untitled post 5723
Originally posted on Bubby Joys and Oys: Many of us bloggers read other blogs that are out there in cyberspace. Some of these blogs are written by friends or acquaintances of ours, and others are written by total strangers – blogs we just come across, or “stumble upon” to use…












