tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61147372011-07-08T10:29:21.874+10:00The world according to meA DAIRY OF MY LIFE AND TIMES.
Tarun Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591142574966604863noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114737.post-1175040673045471302007-03-28T09:42:00.000+10:002007-03-28T11:13:36.510+10:00An article in the Sydney Morning Herald on Pat Tillman. The US Army has now accepted that Pat was killed by friendly fire. Not by Afghan insurgentsTarun Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591142574966604863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114737.post-1086434603813351092004-06-05T21:18:00.000+10:002004-06-08T17:18:26.583+10:00Dhal – Chaval: The essentials of life.
Roti, Kapada aur Makhan (Food, Clothes and a House) was newly independent India’s formulae for strong and vibrant nationhood.
Fifty odd years on, the young 20-30 something Indian software engineer/ business professional living in Bangalore has kapada covered by Raymond’s suitings and is makhan-ed in clutches of Aunty Rosie’s “Tarun Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591142574966604863noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114737.post-1084099559712036462004-05-09T20:45:00.000+10:002004-05-11T09:52:13.246+10:00Carpe Diem
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, Here I am. Send me.”
Isaiah 6:8
(On the US Army Ranger website. www.ranger.org )
It was a dismal evening in southeastern Afghanistan. The April sun had long since disappeared leaving in its wake, dark mountains, long shadows and an uneasy calm. A unit from the 75th Regiment of the Tarun Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591142574966604863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114737.post-1082009419094770322004-04-15T16:10:00.000+10:002004-04-18T13:18:22.700+10:00Aeroplane Dreaming
For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be,
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight dropping down with costly bales;
Lord Tennyson. Locksley Hall
written 100 years before mans first flight.
Speeding down the Wanaka-Luggate highway, the little pulsar Tarun Philiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591142574966604863noreply@blogger.com0