<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>tragedy on Reflections</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/tags/tragedy/</link><description>Recent content in tragedy on Reflections</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>© Karthik Ramaswamy Padmanabhan</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:03:14 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.karthikrp.com/tags/tragedy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Images in the Rain</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/images-in-the-rain/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:03:14 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/images-in-the-rain/</guid><description>It had been an unusually hot afternoon. So, it was no surprise that it grew dark and cloudy by late evening. With hardly five days left to start, I had to get a photocopy of all the important documents. But by the time I decided to step out of my home to do my task, I started to drizzle a lot. Therefore, I went back home, ditched my plans of going to the photocopy shop by my bike, took an umbrella and decided to walk all the way.</description></item><item><title>I am a Snake</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/iam-a-snake/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 21:41:20 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/iam-a-snake/</guid><description>My pleasant salutations to all the human beings out there. My name is Raven, and I am a King Cobra. Yes, I am a snake.
For all those intelligent humans out there who think we snakes cannot communicate, I am here to prove all of you wrong. We may lack a ear to hear stuff, smell through our tongues, and may lack the ability to talk in various languages like you humans do.</description></item><item><title>The 26th</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-26th/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 21:30:49 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-26th/</guid><description>No, no this is not my 26th post (though actually blogger displays this as my 26th in my dashboard, since I haven&amp;rsquo;t published 4 other posts yet). This is about the date, the 26th, which I surmise from what I found is the unluckiest number for India.
I had this doubt ever since the Mumbai blasts occurred on November 26, 2008. My mind immediately went back to the tsunami, which also occurred on December 26, 2004 (I witnessed it firsthand in fact).</description></item><item><title>The Last Wednesday</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-last-wednesday/</link><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 21:29:18 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-last-wednesday/</guid><description>The last rays of the winter sun fell on the window beside me when my cell phone started ringing. It was Akhilesh.
&amp;ldquo;Hello papa? When are you coming home? It is almost six o clock!!!&amp;rdquo; He was almost screaming into the phone. &amp;ldquo;Just leaving office, beta.&amp;rdquo; I replied. I had forgotten that it was the last Wednesday of the month. &amp;ldquo;Sorry beta had some important work. Will be there in twenty minutes.</description></item><item><title>Turbulences</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/turbulences/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 21:11:12 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/turbulences/</guid><description>The sky grew darker as I stepped out from the elevator on to the terrace. A strong wind was blowing across my face and dark clouds were gathering everywhere. I felt as if the sky reflected the situation inside my mind. Life was so perfect, some years back. The company was doing good and his family life was so happy. Everything was moving as if nothing could go wrong. Then, everything went wrong.</description></item><item><title>The Expedition</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-expedition/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 07:07:42 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-expedition/</guid><description>It was our fifth day aboard USS Kentucky. The dipping temperature told us that we weren&amp;rsquo;t too far from our destination. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t exactly a smooth voyage. We had encountered a horrible storm near French Polynesia, and another in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean. It was noon, but the climate was so cold that we had to wear layers of warm clothing.
It all started two weeks back.</description></item><item><title>Stranger in the Mirror</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/stranger-in-the-mirror/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 02:24:43 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/stranger-in-the-mirror/</guid><description>It was late in the evening when I entered the crowded street. It was unusually more crowded that day. The more the crowd, the better, I thought to myself. The streets were not only full of people, but also of rotten vegetables and fruits, and other such waste. I negotiated the crowds carefully and after a walk of five minutes, reached the designated place.
It was a tough decision for me, but I had to take revenge.</description></item><item><title>A Walk Down the Street</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/a-walk-down-the-street/</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 20:12:41 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/a-walk-down-the-street/</guid><description>It was a pleasant evening. The wind was cool and the sun was mild. The usually crowded street was empty except a few dry leaves stained with blood and a couple of empty magazines. Almost all the buildings were in ruins. Some were completely destroyed. She remembered that, not very long back, the street was full of people. Happy people, who were always ready to help others. Very few of them were now alive.</description></item><item><title>My Neighbor</title><link>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/my-neighbor/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 12:15:19 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/my-neighbor/</guid><description>Mention childhood, and all of us become nostalgic. Everyone gets reminded of their school days, their friends and the games they used to play. But my childhood was different. It had one important person I can never forget in my life- Lakshmi aunty.
When I was a child, I had no one to play with. Both my parents were working, and came home late. I had to spend my time after school in a creche till I was eight years old, and then I spent them in Lakshmi aunty&amp;rsquo;s house.</description></item></channel></rss>