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New Year


The calendar will be replaced,
The old has to give way.
Even the voice, for language too grows old;
Rather, language renews itself like the proverbial phoenix

The new year is for making new mistakes
Trying out new trails
Falling into new traps and ditches
Learning new lessons

Writing new stories
Discovering new voices

 
Read Sunaina Sharma's Review
of
The Nomad Learns Morality
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  1. Linux AdministrationDecember 27, 2015 at 9:08 AM

    Yes.. this new year is to make mistakes and learn from it. :)
    Nice one :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 27, 2015 at 9:49 AM

      Only those who don't try anything new can save themselves from mistakes.

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  2. Kokila guptaDecember 27, 2015 at 9:41 AM

    "Falling into new traps and ditches.... Writing new stories, Discovering new voices"
    so true Sir .. will stay away from new traps and ditches,but by the year end the traps will turn out as lost opportunities and the welcoming garden as ditches ! But then let's leave it for the next new year :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 27, 2015 at 9:51 AM

      Traps and ditches are inevitable to some extent. They can be seen as opportunities, however.

      Happy new year.

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  3. sunaina sharmaDecember 27, 2015 at 7:06 PM

    How do you do that Sir? 'Language too renews itself like the proverbial phoenix' - and the ashes of meanings lost, re-interpreted, twisted create a fire in which it will burn and will be re-born.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 27, 2015 at 9:43 PM

      I don't do it, Sunaina. It happens - that's the plain truth. Elsewhere you mentioned the dedication of my book to RSSB. I dedicated the book to them just because it is they who made me write those stories - most of them, at least. It is they who changed my way of looking at life. It is they who killed my old language and made me create the new language.

      Our experiences can be tremendously transforming forces. RSSB transformed me so much that I had no choice but reinvent my language, the narrative of my life....

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  4. Purba chakrabortyDecember 27, 2015 at 11:45 PM

    A beautiful poem :)

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  5. RakeshDecember 28, 2015 at 10:02 PM

    Falling in ditches, learning from our mistakes and then committing new one... That's what proves that we are still alive. When we are dead, we don't commit anymore mistakes.

    So very apt, sir! Wish you a very prosperous New Year! :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 29, 2015 at 6:42 AM

      Exactly, Rakesh. When we are really alive, when we venture out in new ways, mistakes are bound to happen. Sometimes other people too will dig ditches for us, especially if we are on the path of success...

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    2. rana pratap singhDecember 29, 2015 at 5:22 PM

      happy new year pictures 2016

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