1984, 1985 and 1986 were prolific years. The reason wasn't hard to find - I'd just moved to Kolkata after 5 years on the trot in Mumbai, and was in the throes of a major culture shock. Here's another sample of the kind of stuff I turned out:
Altar egoThe normal male will occasional speak of his “flings”; but somewhere in a closet in a shrouded corner of his memory, you will find a skeleton: that is the story of his “flungs”
Turning pointYou know you’re at the crossroads of life when you try to cross a person on the sidewalk - and he zigs when you zag
Apologies to LongfellowLives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives so base
And, departing, leave behind us
Egg all over someone’s face
Mirror, mirror
An ego is to a man what a compact is to a woman
An ego is to a man what a compact is to a woman
Altar egoThe normal male will occasional speak of his “flings”; but somewhere in a closet in a shrouded corner of his memory, you will find a skeleton: that is the story of his “flungs”
Turning pointYou know you’re at the crossroads of life when you try to cross a person on the sidewalk - and he zigs when you zag
Self-pityHave you ever heard the night laughing at you ?
We can make our lives so base
And, departing, leave behind us
Egg all over someone’s face
Turning Point and Self Pity... lines to look for.
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