The Pickle Post

by Vandana Verma on 21 Nov 2009

Recently I’ve been struck by an overwhelming wave of nostalgia for lost technology. From the hiss and crackle of snow on analogue television broadcasting and the swing of a rotary phone’s dial to the comforting weight of a VHS cassette, the obsolescence of these things stings more than mere nostalgia.

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by Aashti Bhartia on 9 Oct 2009

A love poem/ song, a template if you will, for a grand love - Para Viver Um Grande Amor.

Pablo Neruda was scribbling his twenty anguished love poems in Chile around 1927 – “Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish,” he wrote. “Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” “I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long,” he wrote.

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by Sandeep Vasudevan on 8 Oct 2009

Day 1 – September 13 2009 – Goa to Belgaum

And so it began, a festival of colour and pageantry and good cheer. The rickshaws of the Run gathered at Colva beach for the start, nary a dry eye in the place, everyone raring with excitement and the spirit of adventure. The organisers had rustled a minister for the flagging off and he came dressed in his Sunday finery and let the chequered flag have it, and off we went.

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by Sandeep Vasudevan on 28 Sep 2009

The adventure: A rickshaw run from Goa to Kathmandu. The Purpose: Remains to be discovered. Some choice excerpts from my notes on the trip.

Goa, September 11 2009 - Goa was balmy but very pleasant, and my friend G2 who’s handling production for the project greeted me with a bearhug. I soon made the acquaintance of Gordon Torbet and Katie Campbell – British and Australian, middle-aged and young, pleasant and attractive respectively. Got in among them quite soon, celebrating the beginning of beautiful friendships with a swig of beer and then preceded to the hotel, on Colva beach in Salcette.

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by Prayaag Akbar on 18 Sep 2009

I was talking with a friend of this and that when the conversation turned to Sachin Tendulkar, as most conversations between Indian males of our age tend to. There is something that unifies all of us who were boys of ten and twelve and thirteen and growing up in India during the early nineties; we all remain in awe of Sachin Tendulkar.

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by Rahul Chopra on 18 Sep 2009

The fantastic and glorious sound created by the engines has been suppressed this year by the constant bickering, fighting, name-calling, and whining of almost all the F1 teams, their owners, and the FIA. Those magical men in their mean machines have been upstaged by their so-called bosses and superiors. Is this how it is supposed to be?

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by Shubhda Khanna on 11 Sep 2009

I just celebrated my 24th birthday last month and went through a very disturbing week-long realization that I am no longer 19. It has been a while since I got out of college, I don’t even know what this year’s Janpath spring collection looked like.

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by Prayaag Akbar on 8 Sep 2009

The summer is over. The signs are unmistakeable, at least here in Delhi, and they all seem to have to do with our roads. The avenues, underpasses and motorways of our city are waist-high with water, on either side decorated by broken trees and fallen electricity lines.

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by Shubhda Khanna on 4 Sep 2009

Hotneff thy name if Fahid Kapoor. He haf focked everyone with hif immenfe talent. I fat completely fmitten by this man af he fwitchef fo eafily from one role to the other. I have no words that could adequately express what this man did in this film. I suddenly understand what Karan Johar meant when he said, Kuch kuch hota hai, tum nahi samjhoge. Thank you Kareena, for playing Faif!

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by Aashti Bhartia on 23 Aug 2009

Three love-full, passion-full song videos from Old Hindi Cinema: Reluctant, Shy, and Brimming with Passion. Get yourself a glass of wine, and watch these.

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