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	<title>Indigestion</title>
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		<title>My wake-up call</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: Waking up
The Soundtrack: All I have to do is dream
I&#8217;ve been having mystical experiences. Not only do I hear voices once I&#8217;m awake, but I hear voices that tell me, &#8216;Get up you #*@!er or I&#8217;ll be late!&#8217; These, to be honest, were words I would wake up to in that half-drugged, half-very [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/11/17/my-wake-up-call/</link>
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		<title>You are my USSR!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The issue: The fall of the Berlin Wall
The soundtrack: Holidays in the sun
Twenty years ago is a long time in human life. It&#8217;s even longer in an ant&#8217;s life (most of the 20 years being spent in the form of an ant ghost). But it would be safe to say that things in the world [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/11/10/you-are-my-ussr/</link>
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		<title>My happy quarantine</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: Not Going To Work
 The Soundtrack: Santa Monica
I did a strange thing on Monday. I didn&#8217;t go to work. It wasn&#8217;t as if I had planned a picnic or a Dilli darshan or a long lunch with friends (most of whom had a chhutti thanks to Guru Govind Singh).I didn&#8217;t even have housework [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/11/03/my-happy-quarantine/</link>
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		<title>The love that dare not speak its name</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The issue: Nehru-Edwina
The soundtrack: Tainted love
So the proposed Hollywood movie on the love affair between Chacha Nehru and Edwina Madam will never be out in a cinema near you.The official reason cited is that the film’s producers don&#8217;t have the necessary shekels &#8212; to the tune of a humble $40 million &#8212; in these times [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/10/27/the-love-that-dare-not-speak-its-name/</link>
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		<title>Some cold comfort</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: Climate change
The Soundtrack: It&#8217;s too darn hot
It was nuclear disarmament when I used to wear shorts. Now that I wear boxers (as overwear only!), it&#8217;s climate change. Every generation gets its heave-ho with some global danger topic or the other. If my school-going generation was the last one that dealt with posters and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/10/20/some-cold-comfort/</link>
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		<title>Divine comedy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: The sainthood of Obama
The Soundtrack: Spirit in the sky
The Mayurvihar Bengali Post-Puja Cultural Association (MBPPCA) was toying with the idea of awarding Barack Obama a lifetime achievement award. Now it seems that the Nobel Academy has pipped it to the post. Which is a pity because the MBPPCA, after portraying the asura being [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/10/13/divine-comedy/</link>
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		<title>&#8216;Sleeping without the pillow&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: Passing out
The Soundtrack: Tubthumping
Sometime in the very early 90s, I first passed out in college. It would be only in the little later 90s that I passed out of college. To be quite specific, I had, after an evening of merrymaking that involved guitar-playing (a passable rendition of Nirvana&#8217;s &#8216;Rape me&#8217; from the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/10/06/sleeping-without-the-pillow/</link>
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		<title>Fugging off to Australia</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: Expletives in Aussieland
The Soundtrack: Down Under
I&#8217;m thinking of going to Australia, settling down, growing old and dying there. I always had that country pretty high up on my list of charming places to live in, as opposed to a place to regularly visit (Paris, for joyous reasons, Calcutta, for nostalgic ones). Its people [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/09/29/fugging-off-to-australia/</link>
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		<title>Going bananas during the festival</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Issue: Durga Puja
The Soundtrack: Doyal Baba Kola Khaba
I go totally crazy during the Pujas. It&#8217;s like someone putting all the knobs on my graphic equaliser on maximum - you know, the treble notes trembling, the bass notes boom-bassing.
People who don&#8217;t know me or what the deal is about the Pujas mistake my condition for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/09/22/going-bananas-during-the-festival/</link>
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		<title>New New Delhi</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The issue: Delhi after the Commonwealth Games
The soundtrack: The Passenger
The idea of a city being built round a prestigious international event has its modern origins in the 1936 Berlin Olympics. The man with the hairbrush moustache wanted to showcase his government&#8217;s prowess in not only playing the perfect host but also by showcasing the grandest [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/indigestion/2009/09/15/new-new-delhi/</link>
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