tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551412205643458442011-07-29T06:21:43.678+05:30Too proud to settle for mediocrity, too lazy to strive for excellence.Mohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514560510637377092noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755141220564345844.post-13182324708749838182011-07-28T00:31:00.007+05:302011-07-28T00:36:31.518+05:30

(lest these be buried inside the crap yard that my facebook wall is)---------------------------------------------------------tujhe chup si dekhne ke liyemain har baat ko peeche chhod aayateri subah banane ke liyemain har raat ko peeche chhod aayajo tu na hoti towaise bhi kya thi raat aur kya thi baat----------------------------------------------------------khaali sadak aur door jahanbas main aur

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Read earlier episodes for context, even I had to read them to have a semblance of connectivity while writing this. So here I was, waiting for the most important tweet of my life (for which I had been branded a twat by people aplenty). By the time I abandoned my pride, and somehow got her home number (from a very stubborn, possibly homosexual friend), she must have left for the airport. And in

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These last few days of my life I had locked myself up in my filthy garbage yard of a room, sleeping amidst clothes which had lost all hopes of being washed, spiders breathing down my face having knitted their web so industriously down the ceiling and a kettle that hadn't been washed in a fortnight but used almost daily for my staple diet of Maggi, masala, aata and tomato curry. Despite all my

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Ok yes, it was a setback. A big one, I admit. I mean what was the point of putting so much effort into a cause which was fruitless from the onset. I did however find her orkut profile, after much effort, and looked at all prospective boyfriends of hers and criticized each one of them. It was fun till my pesky neighbours/friends started banging my door for dinner and I swiftly closed the numerous

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The delusions of going to a place where people play with cutting-edge technology and innovate for fun were swiftly cleared, as I spent the better part of my first week sleeping away the boredom garnered at all the tuts and lectures. The only piece of interesting technology I encountered in the classes was the chalk holder, which lets instructors use even the last bit of chalk to copy out

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NondescriptOriginally uploaded by sourcemorphTaken at Panjim on 16.08.2009

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I was waiting for the most important tweet of my life. It was part risky and part stupid, nobody I knew had even proposed a girl publicly even on facebook, much less twitter. And before I knew, it was one of the most talked about topic, with people who never knew me not shying away from giving their two cents on #loserproposesontwitter, it wasn't too bad though because as the afternoon came there

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The decriminalization of IPC 377 (as per the Constitution of India) has met with varying reaction from different quarters of the society. Quite evidently, the most staunch criticism has come from the religious leaders, and while watching this debate "Religion v/s Homosexuality" on IBN, I witnessed a rare occasion where all religious leaders unanimously agreed on something.However, this has lead

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the straight things- people don't rememberthe morals and ideals that rot with youit is the anomalies you discoverthe pervert ideas that you brought with youit is the pervasive perversion inside of youfor which the mankind will be proud of yousave me always from the conversionmy dear poetic pervasive perversion (1)and if there was perhaps no perversion around youand everyone took all the sacred

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So this was my first peek into the lives of our sarkari offices- the R.T.O (supposed to be the Regional Transport Office) to be precise. I turned 18 recently (read the postscript), so my papa finally realized that he could get me a driving license. It’s not like you have to wait till you get 18 to get yourself a driving license at least in this part of India, but then I guess I've inherited the

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The other day a thought came to my mind when i was playing with my one year old niece. I was asked to get an appointment with the doctor as per her vaccination schedule. A peek in her vaccination chart showed me some three dozen entries.Most of the diseases that this vaccines were preventing weren't even present when I was a kid. Well nothing wrong in developing new vaccines, but does this not

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"Mama would be angry..." I sure was scared that day, it was already eight-thirty when I took the bus. and I was alone that day. My tution sir lived about a thirty-minute bus ride away and so my parents, always too cautious, sent me there only because one of the kids from my apartment went there too. but that day he had a headache, most probably caused by the thought of missing sachin's batting in

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And I thought nobody took my blog seriously... Only to be read in the papers last week that UP CM ordered the closure of all Reliance Fresh outlets in Lucknow, following agitation by traders' association, and subsequent inquiry into the functioning of the working on retail chains. If you haven't been a regular reader then this please read the first post on this blog: "Prologue" [ http://

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A parliamentary committee has put forth a recommendation for taxing students from central government institutes like IITs & IIMs who opt to work abroad. What say? I say a great idea...I'd say this resentment of mine (against using nation's resources to produce engineers for developed countries) isn't totally self-cultivated, maybe it is a result of reading some high-voltage articles on brain

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Agitating students here in Lucknow burn state transport buses to condemn the discrepancy in the evaluation of CPMT papers!Revolting Sikhs in Punjab and Delhi burn state transport buses to vent their anger against Baba Ram Rahim.Angry gujjars in Rajasthan light state transport buses to voice their demand for ST status.Fans of Kannada actor Rajkumar burn state transport buses in grief over the loss

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Hmm well every once in a while the philosopher within us tries to make its presence felt... and at times like these when I get more time than usual for all the vellapanti the philosopher is even more proactive. And specially when you get to spend time with your school friends after a long time you sure feel the longing to go back to your school days...But then life moves on at its own constant

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I wrote this story on a different blog some time back.. however since this story is one of the very few that are worth reading- I'll put it here too.... :P!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Red Shoe:::How do you describe a very lively market? People, hundreds of them, engaged in all sorts of verbal communication- talking, arguing, shrieking,

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I sometimes wonder how easy it is in India to incite people to paralyse the normal functioning of affairs, some religious leader dresses up as Guru Gobind Singh and then people from other side start burning vehicles on the road. The funny thing being that the vehicles don't even belong to that religious leader. So when an obviously irresponsible religious leader does a stupid act and then refuses

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Its always fun to be back to your hometown after a while, find somebody there to receive you at the platform and saying these two things in the same order.. "How was the journey, zyada problem to nahi hui?" and quickly comes the second thing.. "What happened to your health? Itne patle kaise ho gaye?" And then you go back to your place, everybody specially your mum scrutinizes you with one long

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