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Cupid At Office- Text 100 Bengaluru- Khufia and Casper-ish

2012-02-14T15:04:00.000+05:30

Why This Kolaveri Di?

2012-02-13T14:57:00.001+05:30

A lot of us do not really know what 'Kolaveri' actually means. (At least, I didn't till a month back. That was two months after listening to the song first time!) Clarifying this as point one. Kolaveri, in tamil means 'the rage to kill'. It essentially talks about a lot of anger and so much intolerance that one would want to go kill; like in the latest kid-stabbed-school-teacher case in Chennai.

5 Reasons Why I Liked Eating At The Langar, More Than At A Temple

2012-02-13T13:43:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer: Alert! Alert! This post definitely has nothing to do about religion or anything to around it. It is purely based around what the title says, considering I have had the privilege of eating at several temples in the past and the fortune to eat at a gurudwara langar last week. I am comparing food and ambiance of both the places as a food-freak, just as anyone would compare two

Random Ramblings

2012-02-09T18:37:00.002+05:30

'Random Ramblings' one milligram fancier than 'Random Stuff'. So, I thought I d just change the name of my series of not-so-useful-for-everyone collection of everyday facts. ... This morning, I woke up tired. Thanks to the mini-hibernation era two months back, followed by a thank-able hyper-energy state during which I managed to buy myself this job, I am hardly able to sleep these days. It

Social Media and that 'Other Bolt'

2012-02-09T17:53:00.003+05:30

Everyone has a take on why businesses should start taking social media more seriously. I have mine too. Last evening at office, we had an extremely informative training session on Social Media and Digital Marketing. It was discussed why all businesses need now to buck up and get themselves a couple of online platforms to find and cater to clients. This is my take! You want to open a door. And,

WL

2012-01-31T19:48:00.001+05:30

Life is sometimes strange! You get everything you have ever hoped to find, after months of struggle. You fight against the world, against your best friends and your own emotions relentlessly to achieve that one goal. It seems like a distant dream like a horizon that a bird tries to fly and reach. It feels like swimming an ocean that never ends. It feels like a pain in the nose when you have a

To say, it would be my last day in Hyderabad... for a while!

2012-01-26T08:27:00.001+05:30

It feels terrible to leave a city that you so love! Thanks to all the political chaos around, we hardly have good opportunities left in this city. Plus, other cities are really growing fast! It also feels terrible to be leaving mom alone here. The kind of a relationship that mom and I shared in the last five years was beautiful. We fought like cats but the whole of last one week, I wept at night

I would call this weird!

2012-01-17T19:57:00.003+05:30

Why traffic policemen need a little home exercise early mornings... I was driving past a rather not-busy cross road on a weekend. There were barely any vehicles and it wasn't too suprising that the cop had switched off the signals. He stood there in the middle of the road on the exact latitude and longitude of attraction of the sparsely populated place and signalled the traffic on his right to

Random Stuff 2

2012-01-11T13:12:00.000+05:30

Moving on... It is extremely difficult to live in a new place. However friendly and supportive it might be! You would know that only when you finally move on. It is however good to know to move on. Life has to be taken and lived in stages. Every stage has its own importance and its own set of lessons to teach. Being stuck at one stage, for whatever reasons, would devoid you of a lot of possible

The Dirty Picture

2012-01-11T12:48:00.004+05:30

Silk Smitha was a bomb. She was the face of bold sexuality down south a couple of decades ago. I wouldn't call her particularly pretty but she had an air of beauty and arrogance which had made her something one couldn't ignore. As a kid, I remember having watched a couple of movies in which Silk Smitha played the vamp. She had eyes which could be looked at as 'evil' just as well as they could be

Happy Birthday!

2011-11-14T12:44:00.001+05:30

My Birthday this year was by far the best birthday I have ever had till now. Everything was absolutely perfect- from the food I ate to the people I met this week. I was reading about why Ram Gopal Varma wont celebrate his birthday with any extra pomp. He quoted of one of his teachers, who apparently insulted a friend of his, who took him a box of sweets on his birthday saying," What have you

Just Another Blog

2011-11-09T16:04:00.002+05:30

Was reading from Rashmi Bansal's extremely popular blog Youth Curry. (For those of you who do not know anything about Rashmi Bansal, you may quickly understand that she is a young, for-the-young writer. She edits a well-known youth magazine called JAM -Just Another Magazine'. You may wiki her for a complete bio.) It is surprising sometimes how what she writes is mistaken; more often than not,

Love

2011-11-04T21:53:00.002+05:30

They say love is a monopoly of the human race; that possibly, only humans experience the sort of intense emotions that are very different from attraction and distinctly so. I do not agree. You should see my cat waiting for me. Mind you, dogs do wait for their masters too, but it is a little strange for a cat to wait. She also gets extremely possessive about me, again unlike a cat. She sleeps

Past Tense Present

2011-10-20T16:14:00.001+05:30

Was watching myself transform through some old photographs. I think I have become darker. I am sure I put on weight in the last few months. It is a good thing to compare yourself to a past-version of yourself. Of course, with age, some changes are inevitable, but I don't think I have aged so much that I should ignore the changes in what I look! I found a picture of me, when I was two years

The Forty Minute Ride

2011-10-20T13:34:00.001+05:30

Tears rolled down and hands trembled Needless to say that the heart did weep I knew not where I was, nor would I care When I knew, I saw it was my Forty Minute Ride One last glance at the closing window One last smile, to do with for a while now One good bye, with a heavy sigh I remember, and cry on my Forty Minute Ride It wouldn't be like this forever It cannot stand the might of

"You've got spunk" and another story...

2011-10-18T21:56:00.002+05:30

"You’ve got spunk," he said. I did not know what it meant. But it reminded me of an incident and it gave me something to write about. So, Im glad. It is a story about a tree. And then, it isn't just about the tree. For me, it got a little too personal. (And that I think is a good thing.) I have always been a dreamer. I have extremely strong emotions. I feel before I begin to think.

Broken pieces of my mind

2011-10-17T23:44:00.001+05:30

It has been a while since I wrote anything here. I have been saving notes as text messages every now-and-then, when I felt like I had something to write. A month of such notes and today I read them all. I do not remember having written anything of that sort. Mindless! ------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote a note about why I, like everyone else around,

Of sounds and of sight...

2011-07-26T09:57:00.003+05:30

A series of sounds keeps me entertained while I drive back home from work; every day. The morning ride also strokes past the same bunch of places, as the one back home in the evening does, but the same places sound and feel way different from the morning rush hour noise. The evening sounds feel as beautiful as the gentle blend of orange and purple of a monsoon

And then comes the one moment, when you fall in love...

2011-06-09T09:09:00.004+05:30

Sometimes, it takes a whole lifetime to discover your love for something. It might be immensely surprising that this newly discovered love would have been an element of your everyday life. You could have seen it very often, without emotion. You might have seen others admire it and put it off as just another part of life. And then comes the one moment, when you fall in love.The city of Hyderabad,

It is all in the head!

2011-02-25T16:08:00.012+05:30

That exam alone isn't life! I heard a lot of similar words of comfort, a month after I was done writing the so-called 'most difficult engineering entrance exam' of the country. IIT-JEE. The fact that I did not get through, didn't disappoint me more than the irritation that hit me, after I disappointed those who thought I would!Then I went to college, and I heard that topping the class alone

Life, and some dead ends.

2010-12-03T21:06:00.003+05:30

When things are too simple, we don't like them. When people talk straight, we feel an urge to doubt their intentions. When our options are too clear, we are scared to take the step. When we can see the truth, we dont want to believe that we found it, already.Isn't it too tempting, some complication? A crave for confusion, a lust for some misery and a greed for more options than we can deal with.

Wait

2010-11-05T11:23:00.001+05:30

I know, I am not dying todayAnd neither are you, giving up your breathI know we are not away forever,One day, we are bound to be,So, my love, I wait for you.Everyday I wake up late,To see your face, around in the air,While I get back to bed again,I know, what I wait to dream,Yes, my love, I wait for you.When I know this love is no mistake,Not made up by a set of liesWhen I know, there is nothing

I can wait forever

2010-11-04T07:58:00.001+05:30

You look so beautiful todayWhen you're sitting there it's hard for me to look awaySo i try to find the words that i could sayI know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far awayAnd I can't lieEvery time I leave my heart turns grayAnd I wanna come back home to see your face tonightCause I just can't take itAnother day without you with meIs like a blade that cuts right through meBut I can waitI

Escapism?

2010-11-03T11:48:00.002+05:30

Do you wish to tell me,That you need to closeYour eyes from seeing the light,Fail those hands, which held me tight.In pain and worry,You were the strength,When I walked, I looked ahead,You screamed, that I was right.Of course, if not for that,I never would have reached,even this point in time,When I would think, if I shouldhappily give away, or cunningly leech.Should I steal, from whom would I?

Life through tinted glass...

2010-10-15T10:29:00.008+05:30

I got out of my room. It was 6.00 pm. I liked the color of the new paint on the walls of the living room. It looked duller and better composed (than the bright pink, which, for ten years, reminded me of the bengalis; their sweets and sadis). And emptier, as we still were setting up the furniture, after the color redo.Mom gave me that look, which stirred up my memory, of the promise I had made to

nothing

2010-08-23T13:52:00.001+05:30

You do read all I write, likeNo one else would want to readFor once won’t you understandThat I need you to leadTo a world rich of faith and trustAnd a being of total selflessness,And of possessive love I see,The place… that you want for me.To a world void of dirt and greedWhere you will be, what you needOf definite work and lifeThe place… a world ought to be.To a world full of lust and crave,Of

nothing

2010-08-23T13:51:00.000+05:30

Is it all happening the same wayAll again, should I give awayI am here, where I was onceWaiting at that doorstep, and this.Once when I cried, you saidThat you would stayDid you so say, so thatI would give in, and stay?I find myself, in the same confusionAgain, for the second timeI have given up once, and reachedYou, where I wanted to liveOnce, I got hurt, and I hatedAnd I got bored, and I gave

Love and Hatred

2010-05-12T20:24:00.005+05:30