tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67909852011-07-14T17:43:20.629-07:00I see the world in black and white...Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1113991063999412062005-04-20T02:39:00.000-07:002005-04-20T02:57:44.000-07:00

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an off hand wayKicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the wayTired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rainYou are young and life is long and there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you find ten years have got behind youNo one told you

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1113309969330413012005-04-12T05:42:00.000-07:002005-04-12T05:46:09.330-07:00

Just got back from an awesome beach trip... Had a gala time, but a few other things have taken precedence. So a post about Harihareshwar-Srivardhan will have to wait.Till then here are my pearls of wisdom. Just refuse to listen to people's secrets. Just plain REFUSE. Life is so much simpler that way. This entire semester all I've done is been a sounding board for people. And it's soooo fucking

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1112601627989388292005-04-04T00:50:00.000-07:002005-04-04T01:11:13.846-07:00

Friendship can end in love...... But love in friendship, never...... announces my roomie's rather corny wallpaper. To that I say BLEEEAAAUUUURGH!Anyone who can comprehend my self-confessed "punter dost" Dopey will know what I mean. LOL!And just in case I didn't mention, this feels so much nicer (read intelligent/sensible/sane) than crushing over that "

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1st April was spent feeling rather foolish. So what's new? *bemused grin*As of now, this pretty much sums up my state of mind.DesolationWide open spaceBetween the trees and meEmptinessConfusion and decisionsFeelings hard to defineAnd I say to myselfJust a little longer.Coldness seepsIts way inI am falling deeperInto what I fear mostAs I reach outThere is nothing thereAs possible there was

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1111994992930335482005-03-27T23:09:00.000-08:002005-03-27T23:29:52.946-08:00

Holi was fun. Colours, eggs, screaming, water park, dancing around, mild flirtations, bhaang, vodka, amazing food... The works! And the Indian Ocean concert on Sunday night was the icing on the cake. Now that is the stuff REAL music is made of. Can't say it enough. :)But somehow the disconnection has stayed. And my headache, bad throat, and the scorching heat aren't helping much either.Have you

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Utter disconnection from the whole wide world... Just one of those uncountable things that happen to me when I study more than what my tiny little bird brain can contain! It's called the PL(prep leave) syndrome, only it's started way too early this semester! For the last three years I've been trying to figure out whether this has to do with me or with the people around me...Oh well what the hell

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Life's funny ways... Just yesterday someone asked me if my short temper and frequent bouts of brutal frankness have broken or soured any relationships. I said no. And then the same evening, I went and soured things with one of the closest friends I have in college, over something/someone that's so goddamned inconsequential! It's the inconsequential bit that's bothering me the most. Because the

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Yeah. Finally. :)What a weekend it's been! Got the much needed break from the monotony that is my life. After almost two weeks of banging my head against walls, library tables, NC steps, and headphones with IM blaring at full blast, I finally DID something this weekend.Picture this...... Strawberry flavoured hukka... Birthday treats (biryani, no less, mind you!)... FAST bike rides... Midnight

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Why can't happiness be unadulterated?Why can't you feel happy for people without your own unertainties, insecurities, and self pity at large making their presence felt?Why's life so full of ironies?

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"Everyone of them words rang trueAnd glowed like a burning coal Pouring off of every pageLike it was written in my soul... from me to youTangled up in blue"boreddementeddeliriousstaticboredhopefulscaredpessimisticdirectionlessuntamedoptimisticI'm still on the road.... headin' for another jointWe always did feel the sameWe just saw it from a diffrent point of viewTangled up in Blue"

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As I sit here staring away at what seems to me like everything that there is to see in the world...As I let the breeze touch every pore of my skin...As I feel the wind on my face...As I let the silence envelope me...As I face my greatest fear- loneliness...As I let the chill and thrill of darkness take my senses completely in control...As I am in the throes of all the memories of yesterday and

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Isn't it surprising how when you get nostalgic, all the pictures of the past that fill your mind are the ones that you least expected to remember?Like Priya rolling on the floor laughing like the craziest person on earth on her very 1st day in the hostel, and me thinking "Here's a girl who has the potential to match my volume!"Like Pari deciding to go for a walk in her bathroom slippers and

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1108806173508464542005-02-19T01:15:00.000-08:002005-02-19T01:42:53.510-08:00

...And if I stared too longI'd probably break down and cry...Of failureAnd the blame gameOf insomniaAnd sad mid morningsOf weekend bluesAnd lonelinessOf lost opportunitiesAnd wasted timeOf lost loveAnd moments of weaknessOf all the hurtAnd the betrayalsOf frozen tearsCraving for warmthOf existential angstAnd the like....And pray for the thunderAnd the rainTo quietly pass me by...Dear Mr God Sir,

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1108541134494902602005-02-15T23:53:00.000-08:002005-02-16T00:12:16.683-08:00

In the last one week I have come to realise/ recognise/ understand/ rediscover/ retiterate upon the fact that...... I look absolutely RAVISHING in a sari. Yeah, a self-confessed narcissist, That's what I am!... there's a huge difference between intellect/intelligence, and pseudo-intellect. And it shows.... I had been a big fool for the first 20 years of my life. The kind of things that I've

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1107781292292681622005-02-07T04:56:00.000-08:002005-02-07T05:55:18.216-08:00

Sorry for the rather unimaginative title, but that's what I feel like right now! Yet again I had an absolutely amazing weekend... Here goes- Friday- Friday evening was Yoss' birthday treat at Pizza Hut. And the cheapo that I am, I didn't eat a thing all day. LOL! A tropical salad, innumerous glasses of pepsi, 2 medium and a large Chick 'n Spicy and Chicken supreme, an ebony and ivory (ah.. the

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Janaza agar unke dar se guzre, Thodi der rukwa dena... Hath uthe agar duan ke liye, Chehre se kafan utha dena... Aur wajah poochhe maut ki, Toh ENGINEERING bata dena. I rest my case.

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Sometimes I honestly wonder what has happened to my sensitivity... If you have read my old blog, you would probably know what I am talking about. The absolutely cold practicality of one of my friends has rubbed off on me bigtime. Honestly, is there one problem in the world that cannot be solved by practicality and detachment? I don't think so. How else can you explain my unnaturally upbeat

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Jim Morrison, Pearl Jam, Jimi Hendrix, Steve Vai, GNR, Led Zep, Beatles... And the only religion I know... All in one night... Live. That, ladies and gentlemen, is Vayu for you. And all of it topped with the company of this kinda cute guy who kept giving me amused looks because he couldn't listen to the lead vocalist because I waas screaming into his ears! HMPH! I think I've finally attained

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... And all... :):):) 1 year of endless laughter, tears, arguements, misunderstandings, reassurance, music, vodka shots, poems, teasing, irritating, fighting, grinning for no reason, movies, hours of YM chats, night long telephone conversations, huge telephone bills, letters, cards, emails, couriers and a whole lot more later, Newton my dear, thank your stars for me! :P You ROCK! :D

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Last afternoon, after a whole lot of confusion because of a cursed phone that he owns, I finally met Jabberwhacky, his simply amazing wife who's someone you like instinctively, his adorable 7 and a half year old (who gets full marks in his exams mind you!) and his adorably shy 3 year old who didn't want to look at me for some strange reason! Maybe next time I'll take a box of chocolates only for

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1105696518458168662005-01-14T01:03:00.000-08:002005-01-14T01:55:18.456-08:00

There is darkness now, where there used to be a shining star. The glow has faded, the light's gone. I know only where I have been, for I'm living what is the unknown. I have no destination... I wander aimlessly. A shell of my former self... My reflection holds no resemblance of who I use to be . I must go in search of myself... To seek and find the light again. This is not meant to sound like

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Ok so yesterday I celebrated wasting 22 years of my life... AND HOW! Man oh man! It was one of the BEST birthdays I've celebrated my long old life. Here's how it started. On 7th night my friends kicked me out of my room and out of their room as well because apparently the preparation for the "Big Event" had started, with the packing of gifts and making an awesome canopy-like thing for me to

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1104921798947743362005-01-05T02:39:00.000-08:002005-01-05T02:43:18.946-08:00

Cry babies and snoring ol' men should be given a separate compartment in trains. Making us NORMAL people stay so close to them borders on violation of human rights. Yeah, I had a great journey back home to college! Go figure :P

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1104489001964727462004-12-31T02:27:00.000-08:002005-01-01T05:56:00.396-08:00

My predictions for the coming year... Or just call it wishful thinkin... :P 1. Maddie will finally start blogging and not just talk about it! And she'll move to my part of the country! 2. Heretic will change his template another 4 times, and write about his "memoir and other escapades" more often. 3. Prats will put up a pic of a real man, with real words, and throw that moron with a kettle on

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1104323245645932152004-12-29T04:25:00.000-08:002004-12-29T04:27:25.646-08:00

A balsam for the agony you're in, And ease a little of the fear within. If smiles could find a way through time and space, They'd hold you in a comforting embrace, Until a smile appears upon your face, And strength returns to face another day. If thoughts could reach the universe afar, I'd place a soothing cure on every star, To heal the aching soul during a dream, While angels chase away your

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In no particular order, 1. Indian railways have a lot that they can improve upon, especially the kind of food they serve on Shatabdi trains. 2. North Indian winters will kill me if I have to travel too much on trains that run early in the morning. 3. Jane Eyre doesn't make for great train reading, Catch 22 does! 4. Pearl Jam doesn't make for great train listening, super duper oldies like

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1104211425400885052004-12-27T21:22:00.000-08:002004-12-28T03:22:17.283-08:00

As I look back on my life I find myself wondering... Did I remember to thank you for all that you have done for me? For all of the times you were by my side to help me celebrate my successes and accept my defeats? Or for teaching me the value of hard work, good judgement, courage, and honesty? I wonder if I've ever thanked you for the simple things... The laughter, smiles, and quiet times

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1103825181323988732004-12-23T10:04:00.000-08:002004-12-23T11:24:52.893-08:00

I was driving back from the gym when I happened to pick up a nursery rhymes CD for a niece from this really small CD shop in my neighbourhood. And I was looking around generally while the shopkeeper hunted for what I asked for... And what do I see? A CD called Legends Of Rock... Not so much of legends really... But I am richer by a hundred and fifty awesome songs, if you leave out a Limp Bizkit

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Barista go take a walk, I HAVE ARRIVED!! Just baked rich chocolate cake and garnished it with walnuts and RICHHHH chocolate sauce... And it was better than BARISTA'S DARK TEMPTATION! YUMMMM! I loooove myself! Now this is what I call Christmas cheer! :D

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1103714844093355742004-12-22T03:25:00.000-08:002004-12-22T03:27:24.093-08:00

The smoky breath of the winter breeze, Billowing over wintered wings. Gracefully touched by ice maidens, Silent thoughts magically sing. The mother's crystalline wine, Flows over verdant isles. Glimmering like an ancient shrine, A mirror expanding endless miles. A melody floats upon the tides, Lingering within cool sprays. Upon creamy foam the tune rides, And silver notes gently raise.

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1103546955404909152004-12-20T04:48:00.000-08:002004-12-20T07:48:53.406-08:00

Today was my sister's second last day in school, because most probably after her Class 10 boards, she'll take admission in one of the better Mumbai or Pune colleges and move out, just like most of her friends. So obviously it's a big thing for her. Ma and I reached school to pick her up expecting them to be running around the campus to make sure the preparations for the last day bash was going

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1103389755319630752004-12-18T08:46:00.000-08:002004-12-18T09:21:56.963-08:00

He ... is this wonderful guy I know from college, a big brother I never had. ... is a wonderful friend. ... doesn't know where his career is going. ... is scared of long term relationships of any kind, thinking they put too many things at stake. ... is madly in love with Her who he would have married or thought of marrying under different circumstances. ... wants to take the relationship one day

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1103131375898555542004-12-15T09:20:00.000-08:002004-12-15T09:22:55.896-08:00

I'm fuming right now! About half an hour back, Ma and I were having our dinner while my sis was generaly surfing channels. That's when the headline of Star News read something to the effect that Kareena Kapoor was going to file a case, and for our collective love of gossip and bollywood, the channel stayed. What followed was horrendous! Kareena Kapoor and Shahid Kapoor were found lip-locked in

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1103025427063622302004-12-14T03:55:00.000-08:002004-12-14T03:57:07.063-08:00

When I have that lovely adrak ki chai with my folks at home every morning, I miss the watery sugary yucky canteen ki cutting chai that I have back in college! When I have the whole room to myself, I miss squabbles that I have with my roomies back in the hostel when they want to study and I want to blast their eardrums with Metallica at full volume! When I get the amazing mutton biryani/bhindi

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1102607602732757842004-12-09T07:49:00.000-08:002004-12-11T21:19:58.463-08:00

A whole lot of Ayn Rand (Penthouse Legends-The Night of January 16th, Capitalism, For the New Intellectual) with a bit of Gabriel Garcia Marquez (100 Years Of Solitude), a bit of Somerset Maugham (The Moon and Sixpence), a bit of John McElroy (Andersonville), James Joyce (Ulysees), a bit of Louis Sachar (The Boy Who Lost His Face) thrown in... Life doesn't get better! Thanks Vighy, for that

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1102414596840808842004-12-07T02:12:00.000-08:002004-12-07T02:26:58.180-08:00

I've never been great shakes at writing. I'm sure people would have noticed that by now. LOL! But of late I'd been contemplating writing as a career, because that's one thing I'm passionate about. Probably the only thing I'm passionate about... Except maybe Alanis Morisette, REM, Ayn Rand, Clapton, operating Systems, multimedia studies, differential calculus, chocolates, gossip, FOOOOD! Ok I got

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The criterion for choosing Miss Portia (title given to the most witty girl of the outgoing batch) in our school farewell was a round of rapid fire with each of the nominess. And I don't remember one occasion when I played Rapid Fire without making a complete fool of myself! This was the one time where I embarrassed myself more than I had in my entire life. Read on- Q#1: Do you want to see

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Today I will rant, tomorrow's might be another day. I don't know what I want out of life. Not career wise, not relationship wise. The only thing I know is that I don't like the way my life is going. I don't like the uncertainties. I'm rotting in hell. I need to bail myself out as soon as possible. ARGH I'm sick of myself! Double ARGH I'm F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-E-D! Fucked Up On Life -- The Mr T

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1101303213704710792004-11-24T05:27:00.000-08:002004-11-24T05:36:19.746-08:00

For how long will I live other people's mistakes? For how long will I be punished for the crimes I never committed? For how long will I be a failure, inspite have putting in my best, just because some people don't know how to do their jobs? For how long will I be the liveliest, happiest person around just because it is expected of me? How long... Sometimes I'm tempted to believe in

Newtonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658081321479770683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790985.post-1100841233106845592004-11-18T21:11:00.000-08:002004-11-19T09:40:50.813-08:00

The planning had begun 2 months in advance. They'd decided to take revenge. They'd decided to play Bombing The City with their alma mater. Various strategies, locations were being planned. Some said the school playground, some suggested the dustbin right behind the principal's office. Some suggested one of the classrooms, while others suggested Julie Hall or the PTA auditorium. They finally

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Lit diyas... Wore new clothes... Made rangolis... (Actually helped my sis do that!) Prayed hard... Burst crackers... Ate Ate Ate Burst more crackers Ate Ate Ate Wished friends... And missed them too... Clicked pics... Smiled... Laughed... Played... And then Ate Ate Ate And had the time of my life! I love festivals. For the feeling they leave me with... :) And a new template too... I LOVE it!

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Happy Diwali! :)  This Diwali is special, I'm celebrating diwali with my family after 3 years. And it's a wonderful feeling. Hope your diwali's just as great. :) Peace, lights, and happiness. :)

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Gymming and learning how to cook sound like two entirely contradictory things, don't they? Nope, they don't! For the last 1 week, I've been experimenting with everything I find in the refrigerator and the kitchen. And I never realised cooking can be so much fun, especially if you aren't expected to be amazing at it! Pepper chicken (without a drop of oil... Is that a feat or what?), daal tadka (

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There are 5 categories of women in the gym that I go to. Extremely typical women these. One look at them, and you know where they belong. 1. The gym instructors, who are paid to sit on the jumping cot and change the music from bad to worse to bad to worse. They are dressed in red chequered tops and black trousers. Now tell me something, how does the gym owner expect them to work out in those

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The ordeal has begun, it's a struggle against my own body. It's a fight against inertia. The concept is sadistic. It's masochistic. It's painful. It's as good as being in a concentration camp. And all my muscles are screaming, pleading rather, asking me to stop. Physical pain, exhaustion, torture. All synonymous with gymming. Yeah I finally started gymming last Saturday. And I won't stop

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In Darkness "Must all of worth be travailed for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go by in sad uncertainty Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows, Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows All inner meanings will reveal, but we Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes, The agonies of splendid dreams,

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What's with me??? This is what I dreamt yesterday. This guy called Keiser Soze gets married to a multi millionaire in Netherlands, and divorces her after a year and a half because she doesn't like cheese. (Yeah beat that!) So one fine day (oh wait... I think it was night) he comes across a man who calls himself Karmic Yogini who he becomes great pals with, only to later realise that Karmic

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Ladies and Gentlemen, After months of depending on other people's blogrolls to save myself the trouble of having to type those url's, I decided to create a new blog for myself... Let me present before you, Linking Park! *APPPPLAUSE*

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"When boys meant "yuck"and friends were new Dreams were unshattered and worries few When recess was too short and life too long Decisions came easy without the need to belong When storks delivered babies and passions weren't so strong Friendships were unbroken right was right, wrong was wrong When bad things didn't happen and only skinned knees brought tears And the nightlight in it's socket

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Sounds like a real lame title for a post about a fab evening. But then that's a fab song. :D Green Day... Just in case. For the last couple of days we'd been looking longingly at all those advertisements of dandiya events in all those clubs for the upwardly mobile in Pune Times. And then I read this, and I knew I just HAD to do it! So yeah, Sunday was Dandiya time. The preparations began some 3

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With due apologies to Pink Floyd. The recent developments in my life have been way too overwhelming. But like Equinox told me, someone up there is not quite happy with how strong I already am and wants me to get stronger. So yet another struggle begins. And this time the fight is against the system, the powers that be. If nothing else, I'll emerge stronger.

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.. And I'd been working like a dog! -The Beatles Apt song that. I'd been really busy over the last couple of days. Submission time is probably the worst few days in the entire semester. Although this time I'd been pretty regular in completing my journal assignments, much to the surprise of my profs and awe (Yeah! Like I wish!) of my classmates, there was still tonnes to do at the end, although

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It's the longest weekend I've had in recent times. And an especially quiet one. Of course my princie had all plans of calling us poor things to the concentration camp called college on Sunday (Naaah! That's not a typo. Bloody college on Sunday "on lieu to completing term work and syllabus" as if what they "teach" in our "haven of knowledge" is of any consequence to us!), but then you can't tie

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I suddenly crave for the times when tears came easily to me. Harsh words, a terrible day in college, desperate loneliness... And a tiny drop of tear was all it took for me to feel better. But lately my tears seem to have dried up. No matter how bad things get, all I get is that terrible feeling of frozen tears stuck somewhere... Waiting to burst. The last two years were probably the worst ever,

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... That's what I want to believe at least... :) Are 3 days enough to make you forget habits you've acquired over 21 long years of your life? Then why does loneliness feel like a new emotion today? Edited to add: Can you guys see my last post called The Objective "I", dated Sep8th or 9th? I can't see it, and it's irritatting me. :

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I live my life for myself. Is it such a bad thing after all? My choices, decisions are my own, I have my own priorities. And I know myself well enough to understand my calibre. I need to work really hard to be above average. Success was never served to me one a platter the way it was to some of them. I've had my share of failures, and I CANNOT repeat my follies. I prefer catching up on sleep

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Amidst innumerous highs and lows, ups and downs, "smiling depressions", drastic moodswings, howling laughter, uncontrolled tears, unforgettable meetings, newfound relationships, and a lot of chaos, I've finally completed one year of blogging... Cheers to you guys, and cheers to life! :) WHOA! I should have been in politics, man! I'm good at speeches! Now that I'm done with it, LET THE PARTYYYYY

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The madness isn't over, but I'm back nevertheless... What's life without a little madness here and there? :) I took a million print outs in the last two months, stared at the depressingly blue C editors, took unit tests, got screwed for low attendance... The usual. In addition, I went on a class trip to Matheran, and the place rocks. :) I have my internal midsems from tomorrow, and needless to

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I'm back to the grind... And how!!! Attended college after a year. And it wasn't as bad as I'd expected it to be. And after the first day itself, I have sheets and sheeeets and sheeeeets of write ups to complete, I need to rearrange the room, I need to buy books. And I soooo need to sleep after two sleepless nights I spent in the train trying to protect the airbag that had my motherboard in it.

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I will be leaving for Pune in 3 days time, and it's time again for me to visit my innumerous relatives back home, and listen to their gibberish about "sushil ladkiyan, shaadi-byaah" and the likes. After a lot of nagging I finally agreed to go to my aunt's place. Now I am not the usual bhale ghar ki ladki who cooks like a 5 star chef, keeps the house spic and span and doesn't think of talking to

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Errr... I had nothing to do.. Errr... I was bored.. Errr... I am on a holiday.. Errr... I have changed so much in the last 6 months! Errr.. SO MANY PEOPLE WRITE THEIR 100 THINGS! Errr... Maybe I should stop justifying why I re-wrote my 100 things and redirect you here Don't sue me!

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What's dull is too dull for my already dullish face. What's bright is too bright for my rather sober (read boring) taste. What looks good on the mannequin doesn't necessarily have to look good on me. What doesn't look good even on the mannequin can never in my wildest dreams look good on me. Begaani shaadi mein abdullah deewana! GAH! I would rather eat at home than waste so much time and

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Mindblowing smile, the cutest laugh ever, the best southie accent in Hindi, the smartest answers (albeit a little less confident that usual, because of the language obviously!)... That's my darrrlingo Dravido! Nope.. Didn't meet him. I just saw his interview on AajTak. He so totally rocks! And people I'm looking for hired killers to kill that Prabhu Chawla guy. He can't talk crap my Dravido and

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A few months back, I used to be scared of losing people who mean the world to me, things that matter to me... Somewhere down the line, I learnt how to accept losses of any kind. I've reached a stage where I know the only person I can really trust and totally depend on is myself. I know I'll hurt for sometime if I lose what matters to me, but there's nothing that can keep me low for long. At long

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(This post was written on the train, during the last few hours of my journey back home.) The train's finally quiet, thanks to the books and cassettes my co-passengers are carrying. The strains of Tears In Heaven have almost transported me to an entirely different world, and it's drizzling outside. Life couldn't get better. :) This is easily one the best train journeys I've made in the last

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Yep! 6 months and too many bouts of desperate homesickness later, I'm leaving for home tonight. YAYAYAYYYYY!!!! :D:D:D That's about all I have to say today! :D A Sort of Homecoming -U2 And you know it's time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Across the fields of mourning Light in the distance And you hunger for the time Time to heal, desire, time And your earth

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So I'm finally done with exams. A great day for freedom. Especially because they were good. :) In a hurry... Just ordered pizza... And the guy's going to be here soon. :D So more later! (Do I sound BORED? That's because I am... SUPER BORED in fact! I should be partying and I'm going to spend the entire night packing alllll my kachra in a huge carton. Screw the hostel authorities. The whole "

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Yeah I know that I'm supposed to be on a break and I'm supposed to be studying. But it's one of those days when I desperately need to clear my head... And one of those days when I have nowhere else to go. It's one of those moments of desperate loneliness. And meeting Ewie followed by a longish conversation with Digz made my craving to be with like minded people only stronger. I remember how

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Newton finally has a blog. Click here, people... To know a litttttle more about this wonderful man in my life. :)

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My blog and I are taking a long break... Exams from May 24th (most probably) and needless to add, I haven't exactly studied much yet. And believe me "not much" is an understatement! And the lab's going to be closed for upgradation till May 18th. So there! Before signing off, my message to womanhood: If you haven't gotten those eyebrows threaded in over a month, the best idea would be to let

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This one's for YOU. God bless you... You deserve to be happy... And happiness will find you. Till then you have me. :) Take these broken wings And learn to fly again learn to live so free. And when we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up and let us in.

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Around 5:50 pm, I was standing outside the classroom, cursing my destiny for having to attend a goddamned class when ideally I should have been online. But then life is never ideal. Just then the peon came in and announced that the class had been cancelled. Second time in two weeks. It was only then that I realised I didn't exactly mind attending these classes! Anyways for the lack of anything

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What do you do when your ideologies clash with those of someone you love and whose takes on life you've come to respect? Do you give in, only to regret your own bitterness later? Do you take a diplomatic stand? Do you stick to your own principles, at the risk of such a beautiful relationship getting bitter because of your obstinacy? Even as I write this, I know what I would do. There are some

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Inspired! Taking Noxie's post forward, here are 15 things (10 was too less for me!) I want to do before I die: 1. Head HSBC. High hopes, eh? But well, if you don't dream big, you don't make it big! 2. Get married. Yeah that too! ;) 3. Have a cute little daughter called Kashish. And an extremely naughty son. Called Shivansh maybe! :D 4. Do up my own apartment. :D 5. Own a huuuuge library

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Everything in my life, including the blog, was becoming way too monotonous to not want a change desperately. This is just the beginning. The credits for the template go to The Oaf. Surprisingly this guy is not as oafish as I thought he would be! Thanks a tonne, Oafy! Love you for this! That's it I guess. I don't have much to say these days, at least on blogs. Life sure looks good. :) Winds Of

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