tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33338073679403516252012-02-07T19:29:50.801-08:00Instinctive Curiosityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104813330295437755noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333807367940351625.post-52719072330014564022012-01-20T01:30:00.000-08:002012-01-20T01:30:06.770-08:00

My profile on Twitter exists since January 2009, first few hundreds to be on Twitter in India. But I honestly cannot tell you, how many times, I have joined and rejoined twitter. I have many problems with the channel and its ardent fans, but the biggest being, that it makes you feel, its more than what it is. It is, just a social networking site. No, do not take an offense, yet. Twitter's

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I get scared to tell you that I love you so much. It scares me so much that the moment I say it out loud that I cant live without you, you will be taken away from me. Almost as if, so much love is bad for us. So much love is bad for anybody. I feel like a broken piece of glass. Poetic, still, fragile but only a hurting little somebody, noone wants to touch.

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I had never stepped out of my house alone, and was raised in a constraining and non compromising big Indian family. I was 24 years old and devoid of any story I could call my own. I was tired of being sheltered. Of being told what to do, where to go, and especially so, where not to go. In India women don’t tread in their lives alone. They need to be taken care of and the time had come where my

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When I was little, my mother once told me that crows grab your eye balls and eat, just to make me duck when near them and not go feeding them on our terrace. Till date, when I see a crow flying towards my direction (and by god bombay has its more than fair share of crows) I think its coming after my eyeballs. I dont think that's true anymore. And it irritates me that I believed it and was scared

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Yes, it does. And in ways that I seldom understand. The past two weeks have probably been the toughest since I moved to Bombay. For some reason I find it difficult to be honest today and yet, I'd like to talk it out. I feel depressed. My health is all over the place, my family is not at its best and well, I just don't feel at rest now. You know, its not the best time in the world when every day,

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What in the world is Twitter anyway? Every morning I come to work and as a reflex sign into my Gmail, work email, facebook and well, twitter. Once done with the rest, I stare at Twitter. and I dont know what the fuck to write. I mean seriously, what could be happening? At every moment? I'm completely missing the point. The stuff people write on Twitter, is meant for who? Themselves? Followers?

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I finally felt something today. As in, I feel love everyday and I feel pretty every other day, but something beyond just those scrawny everyday me and something originally and uniquely me. I couldn't stop smiling. And hear you me, it happened twice in this week. So amazing how it all just comes staring back at you one day, from nowhere. It's all a big wad of mashed up paint inside my head still

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This is not an experiment, well sorta. This is optimism put to test. This is every part of me swearing that I'll try and every part of me wishing it works. Sometimes love rips you apart. Sometimes love is the only thing hurting. Sometimes you want love so bad, you scare away love. Sometimes love changes you. Sometimes love makes you want more. It makes you cruel. It makes you nauseatingly

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I want to change things around. I feel stagnant. Not like I always feel nauseated when I am stagnant, just this is not the time to be stagnant. I feel like a bystander in my own life. Maybe I'm a bit of a control freak. Once again, maybe I watch too many movies. I feel like time is going by. I want to travel. I hate living like I'm supposed to be living. I hate conforming to so many rules, be

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Sometimes, I'm sick of myself. I have some limitations which end up clouding my strengths. My goal in life is just freedom. See, this is hard to express, but let me try. I don't like supervision. You can ask my mom, she'll swear by it. I also have a female-ego. Yeah, sue me. So, all in all, a man supervising me, ticks me off so bad, I develop tendencies which are life threatening, threatening his

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And what I discovered is, it's not even a damn cubicle. Cause if it was a cubicle it would have had atleast 3 walled sides, giving one some perception of privacy. These modern cubicles are a desk with people on etither side sitting in a one-hand-distance fashion. Its really something. It's my first in a cubicle and also my first time in an Ad agency. I reckon there will be many firsts here (mean

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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eightShe loves the theater, but doesn't come lateShe'd never bother, with people she'd hateThat's why the lady is a trampDoesn't like crap games, with barons and earlsWon't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearlsWon't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girlsThat's why the lady is a trampShe loves the free, fresh wind in her hairLife without careShe's broke, but

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I used to think Google is the scariest thing in the world. Caues it knows so much about me. I have no prestige or integrity in front of the Google gods. Every website, every search, every question I’ve put on there, including “How to clean puke off of electrical equipments?”. Some questions you cant ask out loud, not just the dirty filth but also stuff you're too embarrassed to ask - like who the

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Naah, this post does not have pictures. In fact, I don't HAVE a picture in Yellow Polka Dots Bikini. This is just song I sing to myself when I feel like calling out FTS (Fuck that shit for the uninitiated) to every other thing and set off for a island retreat. Alas, not happening anytime soon. Since I have nothing significantly life changing to do at work, I'm on to Second Life. Finally. I’m so

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So I took a bus ride home. And oh my god, did I feel like somebody shoot me already or what? (Ok, fine, read god with a capital G, hate the stupid Microsoft word) Anyway, where was I? Yes, the Bus ride home! I had two sleeper tickets. Not sitting, not one, but two sleeper AC tickets, all to myself. No internet, no TV, and I couldn’t be happier of finally having the time when I have nothing to do

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My work which in my eyes is very ordinarily challenging takes away most of my time. I feel like my personal life is up for a spin, funnily enough though, this is only occurring to me now. How I unquestionably hate working Saturdays. And how I'm so taken by my work and its limitations, that it spills over to my all other sides. I haven't written anything exactly significant in more than three

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I went to Bangalore. And there’s nothing even remotely banging about the damn city. In any aspect or meaning of Bang whatsoever. It’s boring as hell. Mumbai is delicious. Fuck yes. And I’m never leaving, that’s it. NOW I’ve said it. Screw you all. I’ve started to notice how some words just sound so sexy. And they’re all rational non-dirty words. Just, sound so sexy. Even out of the context. Like

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For the first part of the title, here. I contributed my story for a section called Action Heroes. Support. I spent Diwali with Hussain at Prithvi and Juhu Beach. Been insanely busy writing for topics I dont really understand, Insurance, Management, Indemnity, Winter Gardening, Addiction, you get the drift. Well, Addiction, I do understand :P And why am I writing trash? Well chicas, we got Rent

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In the opening of David Copperfield, Charles Dickens once wrote, “Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show!”I know people do braver things. Go to war for the country, lay down their lives for social justice, quit a comfortable life to help the poor, sit on hunger strikes for their rights, lots of things,

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There should really be a book like that cause this is the sole truth. And what is truth anyway. Truth is just a variation of the millions of permutations and combinations of life’s entities, it could as easily have been another. So don’t hold any accounts of truth, as I said, your being is pointless. There is also no point in wanting something, not because you wont get it, but sometimes, you just

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It's the Blog Swap time at 20 Something Bloggers and I and Hannah are tagged together. Guys - It means I write one post for her and she writes one for me. So here she is, give a warm welcome :) This week I'm away at the youth group residential. We're staying at a campsite near Epping Forest. The plan is today that we head into London and do the tourist thing. Today is also Lambkin's Birthday (for

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Most people start with ashes and as life turns old, things turn gold. They beckon all the beauty and serene, rise and shine. Leave the old lives behind. And then, just never look back. So heroic their progress seems. So apt, so desirable and so deserving. I envy them. I belong to those ditched cast of people whose past never leaves them alone. Not because of it was dark and dreary, but because it

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I’m so over-the-top happy that, the Delhi High Court decriminalized homosexuality by reading down section 377 of the Indian Penal Code. The Delhi Gay and Lesbian Parade went very well and had a great turnout, I’m happy about that, but also sad that I coudn’t be there. For great pictures of the same, head over here. There was this crazy news reporter there going around questioning all of them and

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I never do book reviews, merely because I never read book reviews. I hate it when people segment books by genre. Or typecast books by sad, mad, bad or ugly. For that matter, I don’t like flashy covers either. They make me want to keep the book down and switch it. I like stories not described before, or a book without it’s back page filled by words “thrilling”, “enticing”, “extra-ordinaire”,”

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…we need some H2O here. Like really, it’s not even funny anymore. Ever since I have moved to Indore, I haven’t showered. I mean, we have that balti and mug and all, but flowing water with bubbles and pressure remains a distant dream. So does using conditioners. And bleep bleep, after bleep after bleep, has happened to my swimming pool plan. Due to acute shortage of Water, our club people, which

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When I meet new people, which is a lot, I love meeting people. In my opinion they’re the only original non-spoilt-by-brands-and-advertisements and non-plagiarized source of ideas left in our Ctrl-C Ctrl-V world-o-rama. Topic deviation, shit, ADD, now back. So when I meet new people, I was saying, I always ask about their families. Their parents, siblings, the way they’re bought up, home culture

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About The ReaderIt’s been more than three weeks since I saw The Reader, but there have been less movies or less books which have had any impact on me since then, as much as The Reader’s. Which are by the way a lot of movies and books gone by. These are a few things I absolutely loved in the film. - I liked the details to which the characters were etched out in it. Especially, Hana’s. - I also

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Needs an edit, check later.

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It’s been mine and Vinod’s one of the major chat themes, how people’s intelligence is segregated, some have the academic acumen, some emotional, some social, and some are well, not so much into the intelligentsia regime. Which is ok. As for the rest, you’d meet people who’d be so good at their 9 to 5(s), and be a complete mess in personal lives. Even the simpler things. I think the first lot of

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There is a seductive shimmer on the horizon of happiness. It doesn’t let you rest. It’s tempting and worse off, always an option. When you’ve been hurt before, you want to just play the rims. Stay on the covers, smile from far and not involve. Not indulge. But that’s no way to happiness. Stuck in the sham, drudgery and broken dreams, we forget the little nuisance of an honest smile. A dreamy

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Who I am speaks so loud, people hardly hear what I'm saying.

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LINK! JOIN! COPY! FORWARD!

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My present college, my earlier university and almost all b-schools in the country pride themselves on their student diversity. Infact, as an HR major I’ve read courses in Diversity Management, several hundred papers written about it, that I researched for own my paper. What rings true is even after so many of “I’m different” and “I don’t belong here”, I rarely meet someone I can hardly understand

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This is no onset to winter in Mumbai, this is a rude tease to everyone from colder places. And after spending the entire day in my room, down with fever, and watching 14 episodes of How I Met Your Mother back to back. I want.... second season.I dont want any thoughtful movies. I want no deep meaning cinema. Hell, I dont even want any chick flicks. After I forced myself to read through the first

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A lizard fell on my head the day I came back to hostel from Diwali vacation, my mom said its good luck, I’m still waiting for the goodluck. Completely! I try the hardest in my life to not face this ugly creature and I just cant escape it I guess. One time (exactly an year ago), I was studying late at night it was say around 2 AM. I rarely sit on the study table and study. So I was on my bedroom

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I heard someone say once that every song ends, but that’s no reason to not enjoy it. One ends and one starts, that’s what they say, right? This has been weird year. There are parts which feel like yesterday and some moments lost which feel like light years ago. I miss those all, and I miss those people. I know its not the year end yet, but I want it to end cause I can’t wait to start afresh.

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I could use company and a few drinks. I need a new book in my life.(Mean)while“मनवा में मेरे आँधी हैं उठी,और स्तब्ध खड़ी हूँ मैं;साँसों में बाँध अपनी ही साँस,निः शब्द खड़ी हूँ मैं;दुनिया से जीती, जीती ख़ुद से हारी,बस ध्वस्त खड़ी हूँ मैं;आईना मैं, और अक्स मैं,मद-मस्त खड़ी हूँ मैं।”“मन कि दशा से लड़ती मैं भिडती,विश्वस्त खड़ी हूँ मैं;मेरी लाज मैं हूँ, चुनर भी मैं हूँ,चुनर पे दाग़ भी मैं।”“मैं श्याम-श्वेत,

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Why? Why did you have to be in my life in the first place? And now, I don’t have a say in getting you out of it too? I want to get over it, but probably that’s what my problem is. I never get over anything. I always feel like it all goes on forever, it’s all connected. And just keeps getting complex by the day. And I keep accumulating these unforsaken memories, moment by moment, every day of my

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“I’ve known people like them. They all have certain characteristics in common. They’re tough, because there’s a kind of toughness that’s found in the worst sorrow. They’re honest because the truth of what happened to them won’t let them lie. They’re angry, because they can’t forget the past or forgive it. And they’re lonely. Most of us pretend, with greater or lesser success, that the minute we

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So, ladies and gentlemen, I have no time. No, really. Not kidding, I have no time. I make my schedules everyday on my diary with a list of things to-do, few carried forward from yesterday’s, few from even before, some fresh emergency project completion items, some over ambitious plans; and a wishlist-type-to-do which include items like oil your hair, soak feet in warm water, take off the chapped

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Yes,I figured (with prompt help from my friends and readers) that this post lacks explanation, and some context. So here it is, gladly so. My friends and I, in the process of volunteering for Rotaract Club (Please look it up, if you're not aware of the initiative, and join!) went to a village in Navi Mumbai under a community health improvement program. The initiative is to reduce the child

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So, life is happening. Meanwhile my love for Economics continues. Its probably my professor. ‘Boss’ has got it going for all of us I guess. This one time, really long back, I was talking to Rachit about simple pleasures, happiness, real happiness.. and we started talking about it in terms of Maxima/Minima on our Life axis. The point is he loved Maths so much that he could explain life with it.

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I was home for Rakhi this weekend and you what I realized.. Landline phones are awesome. It feels like a phone, looks like a phone, heavy receivers and a practical perceivable distance between the earpiece and the speaker phone. It would be such fun when I was in school, the phone would ring and I would know who it is even before I would pick the call, my childhood best pal Swati. And I would be

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Its been quiet here, I know. There's way too much going on, and in weird ways too much stagnantion. So much happened in the past few days that its hard to believe that its just been a month since the last time I wrote. I'm not myself anymore. I would stop here about what's really been on my mind, I wont have the words for it, or the heart. Some other time, some other place maybe.So I'll just talk

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Things are, well, relatively calmer. Now that I have something definite on my to-do list atleast or two years, which also by the way requires a lot of commitment and hard work. I'm scared too, people say business schools suck, you know. Sheh.. I dont want to use this word "You know!". And I dont want to use "Sweet", "Cute" and "like". Maybe I should include frowns and sarcasm in my not-to-do list

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Just how many times does it happen that you want to jump over the fence and for once feel what it's like to decide everything on your own? So many millions of times that you've envisioned that place in your mind? So many plans, so many dreams. Just how badly you want it - Uninterference, that is. And you've worked for it, done all you can. And you're right on the cliff, just the edge - all you

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I've noticed (in a serious tone) how I hardly have any conventionally profound thoughts on my blog of late, its all casual everyday yaa yaa yikkety yak. Hehe.. I 'll continue the trend. Gladly (takes a bow). I read somewhere once, that we do not have enough time to do all the nothing that we want to do. When I passed my 12th, and opted for Journalism as a career over Engineering, you can well

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We were reading the 'Maslow's Hierarchy Of Needs' in our Advertising class. The first block of needs are the Physiologial needs, the ones which are the most primitive to any living form, undistinguishable from any other living form. Such as, for example Food. So, our lecture is going on, she draws the Hierarchy pyramid on the board, and writes in there -Food, Shelter, Warmth, Sex. And then she

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अगर जलना ही हैतो लोहे सा तो कम से कम ना जलोकी अपनी ही गर्मी मॆ खुद ही पिघल कर अपना वजूद मिटा लॆजलना ही है तो ज्वाला सा जलोखुद जले तो जलेदुनिया को ही उजागर कर जाओकिन्ही का तो अन्धेरा कम हो जयेगा

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I wonder sometimes what really my parents think (well, include my bade papa, chachas and badi mammas, chachis and brothers to the league). Do they think girls are forever to be taken care of? They have to be kept completely protected, unadulterated under surveillance in their parents' house. Loved and cared for, of course. And then be very well taken care of under the guiding and watchful eyes of

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The greatest factor that keeps us all going in life is a possibility of a better future.As I sit here and watch over the past few years in a fanatic speed of bollywood flashback reel, I had, just like everyone else, thousands of these moments. When the present looks so dreary you almost leap down to thinking of giving it all up, for a distant house, a secluded city, anonymity.You secretly keep

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It seems to me that we all want to be different. A rebel. Its cool, isnt it? (Wait, do we still use the 'cool' word? It came out while I was in school, and I remember how everyone wanted it in their email IDs.. I loved that time) (Shit, ADD, ok back here now). So I was saying being weird is standard. How we all take immense pride in it, its pretty amazing. Sometimes I think that we'd be better

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I coudn't believe my eyes. So first, these looked like some complicated letters (please also do look at the board they're holding) and I thought it was one of those foriegn language phrases which have been comfortably adopted in the English language for example Lingua Franca ( like what the fuck?!). But anyway, then I took a guess and I thought it's a long shot for a HIV PSA. But uhh, No. This is

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My exam centre today was this St.Paul's. Its a boys school in Indore. I was a little before time and I went in to sit in the classroom earlier.This is what I found written on the last desk of the rightmost row of Class XI-B, engraved skillfully with a rounder."Jab main chhota bachcha tha tab main rapper ban na chaahta tha;ab main bada bachcha hun, ab main raper ban na chaahta hun"I had to share

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We've all read 'The World Is Flat'. Good book. Organized, descriptive, interesting anecdotes, almost inspiring. Do I hear biased?'Globalization' as a subject for bestsellers is great. And, so is, selective reporting of facts and a positive bias, after all, even writers have mortgages to pay. So all that synergy and equal opportunity, faster internet, outsource, outshore, insource, in-form is fine

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If I ever live to have kids, the one thing I want to consciously inculcate in them would be - honesty. Even if it turns out to be the only thing they'd ever learn from me. Aur kuch kehne ka hain nahi besides, I'm bored now. Bye.

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खुशियो की कगार पर खडा खडाकभी मन यू भी विचलित होता है कीये सारा सुख सारा सुकूनकही किसी पल एकाएक खो ना जाएगर्म रेगिस्तान मे बालु की तरहदुर कही उड्ता हुआ बिखर न जाएमगर ये सब खुशिया आपकी मेहनत की कमाइ हैआपके प्यार की सिचाई हैतो फ़िर सुकून आपसे परे कहा जाएमन जिनका इतना साफ़ होउनकी निश्चिन्तता की तो कोइ सीमा ही नहीहर उल्झन से अछुताहर खला से विभूतदुनियादारी मे तो सब माहिर हो जाते हैमगर प्यार, रिश्ते,

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Hussain's sms made my day. Here-अब तो घबरा के ये केहते है की मर जायेन्गेमर गये पर ना लगा दिल तो फ़िर किधर जयेन्गेIf you want to read the full version, look up Ibrahim Zauq at UrduPoetry :)

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All people must fail once.Some who fail, learn.Some fail twice.

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Wtf, am I doing? I'm sure everyone goes through this phase, so its all cool in a very zen-ish big minded way, but lets not rule out the pent up frustration and frequent sudden urges to just - SOL viz. Scream Out Loud.Ever since I've started to know myself, I have wanted to write. For a living and for living. Thats a good start I thought, I know what I like to do. Reality Bite: I'm studying for

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The TOPMOST reason I absolutely love internet, is, it takes investigative journalism to one level WAYYYYY up. What awesome fun.P.S. "Top Ten Reasons Why Geeks Are Better Lovers" Now did you ever think you'd find a story such as this.I personally think it just doesnt get any more 'factual' than this. Agreed 100%. My top ten reasons -1. Foremost, the really smart guys are less likely to be

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'Simple, extremely predictable yet enchantingcalm, serene and moreso with a willful unmistakable vigourunimaginably petite wrists and an indomitable spiritanger, protest, rebellion and silence'.Nope, I am not making a list of pick the odd word out lines. There could not have stood a better example. None of us are typecast-able. No one word defines any of us. We're all a shabby cluster of

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बमुश्किल ज़रूर है पर..इस नजायज़ फ़ैस्ले की ज़िम्मेदारी मै लेती हूथोडी गल्तियान मुझे करने दोथोडी दुआ करुन्गी तुमसे हो..इतना ही सीखा है तजुर्बे से.. जितना गिरते है उतना सम्भलेन्गे.

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What gives men the liberty to scratch their crotch in public?Maybe, co-education was not as prevalent in the yester years and so again, maybe, it is'nt as obscene between men. And now, they just forget that the ambience and the company has long changed after school.I think its disgusting.What would a man think of a woman slyly scratching between her legs, and keeping the eye contact intact as if

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Slow and steady... need a new car! :)

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My cousin brother just got married. Bhabhi just as any other newly married girl wears the dupatta over her head. Its freakin hot, for christ's sake.And then it occured to me. What about all my other friends who have to wear a burqua to come to even college.As justified and explained (by others) the burqua , hijab or the head scarf are instruments to save the women from the lustful eyes of men.My

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So when you work in Media, you meet really big people. Talented people. People who other people call celebrity people. Photographers, Directors, Musicians, Composers, Producers, Writers, Critics et al. They talk great and have all the 'rights' and at the end of the fancy party, they flirt with you. What a waste.Its all good, you know, in a very non-cynical, all optimistic delusional almost

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The idea for such a list is shamlessly plagiarised from a friend :) So, I want to come back home to-1. A small house with a balcony which views over to the freeways.2. Somebody I'll be glad to see. 3. The control over the TV remote when I drink Chai. 4. Friendly silence or Inviting music, eitherway. 5. Books and Movies :) Infinitely. 6. A clean bed and white sheets.7. Friends.8. A comfortable

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I sometimes feel so angry that I wanna scream. eh, I feel clouded to even do that.In hindsight, even being kind gets to you.All that I went through, I think I discovered Grace and I got back my soul. Rest wasnt good enough carrying around anyway.

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