tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59341012011-04-22T05:15:50.516+05:30Me....26 going on 27... Perinial stock of drools on.. chocos,vodka,rum,whisky...hic! night sky,Black,Books, Abhishek Bachchan,Ajay Devgan, Aamir Khan,Denzel Washington, Bruce Willis,Matt Le Blanc, Fardeen Khan,Sushmita Sen, Angelina Jolie,Salama HayekDeepsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934101.post-1135511700046188912005-12-25T16:54:00.000+05:302005-12-25T18:15:01.150+05:30

Dear Santa Claus,I know I have not been a good girl. I cannot relate to Christmas anymore like I used to in school. The carols, the rum and the plum cakes, the crib that adorns the convent enterance. I can see and sense all that sitting here amid chaos.At 27, I look back and am thankful for my school..and 50, I'll look back still be thankful for the same and if I beat life to live till 70....I

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Like all other days, nothing new has happened. But am feeling a little more than high. Maybe it's the nictoine level that's increasing.One thing life's taught me: Never have an opinion on anything, if you think changing one's mind is a hobby. I was a strict STRICT anti-nictoine person...But then that was once upon a time, long long ago. Why have I taken up smoking? Mostly to get addicted to

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Am back i think

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Aah being re-born and re-inventing the self, is indeed a satisfying experience.Last year on my birthday, i had promised myself..I would be in this job for a year...max 2 years..well God smiled a lil bit...so big bad world of Mumbai..HERE I COME!!!Yipppppiiie! ME GOING TO MUMBAI..............!!!!BTW................HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

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Whole againIf you seen me walking down the streetStaring at the skyAnd draggin my two feetYou just pass me byIt still makes me cryBut you can make me whole againAnd if you senn meWith another manLaughing and jokingDoin’ what I canI won’t put you downCause I want you aroundYou can make me whole againChorus:Looking back on where we first metI cannot escapeAnd I cannot forgetBaby you’re the oneYou

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You scored as Peter Pan. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up. Peter Pan100%Goofy75%Ariel75%The Beast69%Donald Duck69%Cinderella50%Sleeping Beauty44%Cruella De Ville44%Snow White38%Pinocchio38%Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?created with QuizFarm.com

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Damn these leather pants, always too tight for my comfort. When the hell will the designer realise that I am not meant for them anymore. He refuses to acknowledge that I hate the use of leather and what is with his fixation that my boobs should play peek-a-boo in the tank top all the time, Sometimes I wonder if I am the rock star or merely an extention of the market. Look at him show off that

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Heard this song yesterday and has been twirling in the head ever since.Ahh! The longest any song has staged a concert in my headNothing Else MattersSo close no matter how farcouldn't be much more from the heartforever trusting who we areand nothing else mattersnever opened myself this waylife is ours, we live it our wayall these words I don't just sayand nothing else matterstrust I seek and I

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANTA!!In a time when hope played hookie in my lifeYou dropped in from no where with a bagful of joysYou gave me the gift of a smile..You gave me wrapped in simple conversations,coloured ribbons of unfettered bliss..You did not judge me, you did not patronise me..You took me in your circle of life, just the way I amYou taught me what friends were and could beYou taught me how real

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The weekly horoscopes are out and Ganesha bodes well for the Gemini..New ventures, business proposals or means of earning now have a great appeal for you, and may prove profitable and worthwhile; equally so, new subjects of research, new technology, skills and crash courses. The reason for all this is the sense of courage and that now makes you willing, even eager to take a few risks, to live

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First things firstHappy face:) Met the bull...finallly!SAd face:( The bull has stopped writing. But will keep ur link all the same.***************************************************************************** Prabhu's lock story reminded me of something: He talks about being locked out of the flat.Well, I pulled a feat of sorts as child. I locked myself inside a cupbooard. Amma still gets

Deepsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934101.post-1113403165628095282005-04-13T19:46:00.000+05:302005-04-13T20:09:25.630+05:30

While life drags on with its usual candor, so do I, refusing to relent to anything that might want to upset my otherwise well-oiled state of mere existence.Yesterday was the off from work day. And it was put to good use. Bought three books one for my aunt and two of myself -- my monthly dose of Marquez and John Steinbeck's pulitzer-tag novel The Grapes of WrathHave been reading a lot lately,

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There are days that begin with a headache and end with one 2 many.I have been bestowed with the painful gift of sinusitis by the Kind God.And, Boy am I glad about that! It allows me to bunk office when I feel a certain kind of spiteful satisfaction in showing irreverence to work.Yesteday was just another day. Woke up to a splitting acution game in the head..popped the magic pill..called up the

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What the heart does not will, how can the mind be accomplice to that?CASE 1She met him a few months ago. She fell in love. So far so good.Then she saw a trait she did not like. She felt uncomfortable with that trait.She is conservative, he, a merchant navy man, is as out-going as he can get.He does not care about woman/man company. She has a problem with him going out with other women and

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Is mod se jaate hain, kuchh sust kadam rastekuchh tej kadam raahenpatthar kee hawelee ko, sheeshe ke gharondo meintinako ke nasheman tak is mod se jaate hai...aandhee kee tarah udakar, yek raah gujaratee haisharamaatee huyee koee, kadamo se utaratee haiin reshamee raaho mein, yek raah to wo hogeetum tak jo pahuchatee haiis mod se jaate hai..Ek door se aatee hai,paas aake palatatee haiEek raah

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I did plan to write a really long post...but...I did notSuffices to say, laziness has set in again...pretty soon i think rigor mortis will take over...and then maybe a eulogy or two would help!..............................................................................................................................................................................................................

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Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa.......Pahale se maraasim na sahii phir bhi kabhi tourasm-o-rahe duniya hi nibhane ke liye aa....Kis kis ko batayenge judaai ka sabab ham tu mujhse khafaa hai tou zamaane ke liye aa .........kuch tou mere pindaar-e-mohabbat ka bharam rakhtu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manaane ke liye aa.....ek umr se hoon

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It is good this nothiness that arises from a sense of empty-fuzzy feeling.It is like I am in an inn...a really loud, not at all well-lit tavern really. I can see myself squatting on a table meant for mostly pitchers of ale and belching ship mates with pull-the-sail muscled arms. I do not see myself wearing much either.But I am veiled, well inside a soap bubble. I reach out for the pitcher kept

Deepsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934101.post-1111155951635624042005-03-18T18:45:00.000+05:302005-03-19T17:37:26.073+05:30

Ever since I have stepped into this field, I have been a constant companion to caustic abuses hurled at This newspaper. First it was local newspapers that thought of it as a demon. Then came across intellectuals from the 'meddiah'vehemently pronounce it as the next bad thing to Godzilla (NOTE: All most all people, who took part in the mud-slinging and waxed eloquent about its unworthiness, were

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ONE MORE TIMEwritten by LoboI saw her smiling at meFrom somewhere across the barShe looked good from where I satOf course it was quit darkShe sat down and told meWho she was and where she'd beenIt seemed she knew me long agoI said here I go againI learned more about herThan she ever should have toldBefore too long I knewThat this was someone I could holdWe both had had so much in lifeThat always

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Neither Rhymes nor verse,just words to fill up the blank in the soul.HERE

Deepsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934101.post-1110046630506377632005-03-05T23:47:00.000+05:302005-03-05T23:47:10.506+05:30

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

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DingDongDingDongDingDongI think my head is banging itself against a temple bell. Mujhe insaaf dilao....maa! Mujhe is insaan se mukti dilao....Am in stoned-hence-blank mode...am thinking only in onomatopoeic proportions.BTW...have lost the battle with mom.Two explosives were enough ammo to kill me. My cousin who is younger to me found the man she wants to marry and my one of my chuddy buddies is

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Writer Hunter S. Thompson kills himselfDENVER (Reuters) - Hunter S. Thompson, the renowned American journalist and novelist who wrote "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," has fatally shot himself at his Colorado home, police say. He was 67.******************************************************************My favourite Thompson quote: I hate to advocate drugs,alcohol,violence or insanity to anyone,

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So How long do I have to live a lie?Lord, you do not pay me enough....

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Just in case u are all wondering what Trolls are

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Health has never been a source of joy, ever, to me. My nose keeps upping the climb my depressed life is already taking (strange na...u are actually going down...when the graph is actually going up!!)I have, among other maladies, been granted the one called Sinusitis and it is a package deal-- the nose bottles up...so does the throat. Aah! croaking problems just become more acute..thats all...a

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Ink does not spill systematically and easily anymore. Words come at random unease and all life has become is failing spasms of creativities. I am not sad, depressed, lonely...I am just not here. Or at least am play-acting that I do not exist for a while. Life has settled into a ''very-easy-to-lose-the-self'' routine. With mom having shifted with dad, It leaves only my brother and me.The usual

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Me through me......You can go here

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Yet another day...yet another year! Five days into Jan and life has taken a strange turn. Every year I begin with apprehensions of what will follow and who will follow and how. This year,somehow, I know. I have this weird feeling that there is someone in my life..but is yet to reveal himself. My heart beats have become faster (could be the cheese-induced palpitations too!) neverthless,I feel more

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Bloggin without reason is such sweet sorrow! It is rarely that one finds the perfect way to celebrate an event. And, When you are in the office, when at the stroke of midnight, the entire street in front of your office is going "Happy New Year!Happy New Year!Yadda..Yadda!", it is a precarious situation. Now why precarious-- For one, you actually wonder if this is a new year and whether there

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Waqt, lehren aur hum Hum baithen hai yahan...afsos ki kashtiyon pe savar woh jujte hai vahan na kashti...na koi majgdhar.. zameen par tike gharon ki chaon main hain hum phir bhi ruh kap utha hai aise... toofano ke beech, asuon mein dube hue dil... pal pal ki maut mein nichode hue log... Waqt ki in lehron ne kuch is kadar ukhada inhen mutthi bhar reth ko bhi tarsege yeh Taqdeeron ka kya kehr

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Ahh! Feel positively ill right now...have not been well for the past one week. Most of the office is on a holiday...so us poor souls who are new have to live without offs or holidays 'cause we still dont get those privileges till we finish one year in service. Nyways am back to my favourite colors. The brown tinge has been just added for effect...otherwise am happy with grey and black as usual.

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Aiyyo work please

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Aiyyo work please

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As yes! Must find some intelligent words to begin this new mission and make over. Hmmm! Easier said than done. Since the day's work has drained out of me everything possible except the fat (how come 'Oprah' moments do not happen in my life!), I do not find myself equipped to wax eloquent on any subject. But, yes must say, the recent bagawat (revolution) in the Sangh parivar has somewhat raised my

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WeLL me is back..with new pink avatar and troll for a mascot. For one let me begin this post with the meanings of the various words used in the new avatar. a. The title. The words used Bada Bing: The Oxford dictionary describes "bada bing" (also "bada bing bada boom") as an exclamation to emphasise that something will happen effortlessly and predictably. The word is also the name of a strip club

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I hope this new comments thing works

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Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

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I have written three times and erased three times...I wish I could do the same with life. For someone who never regrets anything she ever did, I sure do cut a sorry picture......This time around this miserable spell has risen too often and too regularly. I have to correct it..I have to take a step...I think I'll begin by taking a break....So I am officially taking a break from this blog...this

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Yipppiee!! I fell today. First I got scolded for spelling that mutt seer's name wrong, then I had to buy bread so I went to get some...the shop next door had run out of bread...so I crossed the street to get some from the Pav-bhaji shop....they had none too....coincidence.....nah...conspiracy of fate! Naturally, I crossed the street again.....no before I could bother to make an effort...I fell to

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It's raining outside. In November, its raining outside. 'November Rain'is it not! It's pouring, quite like the tears welling up, right now,in my eyes. For no particular reason, the heart is heavy, very very heavy. There is pain and suffering, yet I'm not sad. There is grief, thats all. According to a colleague, I have become subdued. I do not talk at all, and that she misses my sense of humor?? (

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Q: Deeps, How are you? Answer: Deep in shit, But well above shallow realities Amid painful strangers, Becoming friends with the self Giving up the social indentity, and gaining an insight into my own, A lone warrior fighting ghosts of the past with angels of hope--the only ally on the side, Suriviving to live and breathing to fight Q: So, Deeps... How are you? Answer: I will be alright!

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Oops Dipped in inks of blurred visions there lies in stark darkness a glowing error of aphlabetical illusions a fault line that's always ready to shift and at the slightest tremor the cracks begin to appear with them emerge chunks of guilt and despair of a job that was not at all well done a work that no amount of erasers can repair A careless deletion of cursor space shall become a void in

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BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG. IT COMPLETED 1 YEAR ON THE 13th DAY OF OCTOBER 2004!!! HAPPY BUDAY!!! AM SO SORRY I FORGOT:(

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The DVD player is surely the divine saviour in my life at this point of time...less said about it the better. So far I have seen: Dirty Dancing Trainspotting Four Weddings and a funeral Today I will be seeing Fahrenheit 9/11 Finally!!:) Will having something sensible and intelligent-sounding to post in the next blog:)!!! Now getting back to Trainspotting. Having seen the movie once

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Yippee! My belated birthday gift from my Lilttle Bro has finally seen light of the day. He got me a Philips DVD player and a 'Dirty Dancing'DVD...double yippeeeee!!!! Knocking the movie off the 'list':)!!!! Past two days have been a journey through movies. English ones mostly. Saw 'Addicted to love', then saw SPidey 2, then saw 'Princess Diaries'...also saw 'Ocean 11' and 'Top Gun':) Have to see

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A list of things I'd gift myself (THERE IS A SUBTLE HINT OUT THERE FOR ALL THE GIFT GIVERS!:P) Movies 1.Dirty Dancing 2.Andaz Apna Apna 3. Casablanca 4. Hiroshima Mon Amour 5. Sound of Music 6. Mary Poppins 7. The Shop Around the Corner 8. Gigi Music 1. R.E.M 2. Eagles 3. Lenon 4. Beatles 5. Iron Maiden 6. John Denver 7. Kishore Kumar 8. Saigal 9. Abida 10. Gulam Ali 11. Mehdi Hasan Books

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I have to make this post in order to see the changes Now the problem as any of you may see is the archive line. I think I might need expert help..any HTML/Blog temp experts listening?...Yhhooo!!!

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Closure, I have been looking for closure since eons. Everytime I think I have stopped feeling. There resurfaces a persistently nasty recap of the past. Memories rush in like crowds wanting to catch a glimpse of a famous movie star. They tug and push and rampage into the tiny brain and fight for attention. Lonliness has become a way of life. It is not that i do not have friends. I stopped reaching

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I wrote this a long long time ago..wonder if it still rings true, though!!! *************************************************************** Pensiveness Of An Enslaved Soul - Deepa Rajan I am feeling like a charlatan today, a convict who has gone unpunished. Funny how I see myself, conning people whom come into my life. I don't seem ever to feel anything I say I am feeling, its as if a pseudo

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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from

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Today.... A dear friend's aunt died... A dearrr friend celebrates her birthday.. A 'could be nice person to know' called up... A day passed by with work to help the tick-tocking clock seem less annoying... A lazy lump decided to write at least two words.. And today....just another day...floated past me.....just another day, it was?

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She closes her eyes.. to invoke the slumbers so rare the cold floors of cemented fears... skin her of any reassured beds she lies there bare.. with not a blanket to spare.. she watches a part of her in despair... She cringes to the foetalisms of life as the dark maiden knocks softly on her door.. Fears that age might fall to the charms of the dark one.. she awaits the morn, with the ken of a

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SOLVING THE ULTIMATE MYSTERY The more we know, the more remains to be known. The ultimate mystery of the universe is explored both by science and spirituality and it is time for both to come together, says Osho. Man is entering into a new phase; a new consciousness is to dawn. For at least ten thousand years, as far as consciousness is concerned, nothing new has happened. There have been

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The Tale of Custard the Dragon by Ogden Nash Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon. Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, And the little gray mouse, she called hum Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a

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Little one, you surprised her yesterday. You appeared out of nowhere in baby blues (please: she would not like to see u in blues, she never did have a liking for the color!). The question in your eyes has become an uneasy awakening in her soul. She fights a battle with the self to let your existance be fiction a little longer. Why! that question? Don't doubt it for a lil toe, dear angel: Your

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Ok I know I shld be posting that long post:)...will post soon...am just too lazy to write right now!!......very very lazy

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Am back! Will post a long post soon.....:)....no depressions of any kind right now, except the 'cash kind'! :)

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DuH! Wordless..... Then why the hell are you talking Double duh! Am feeling zen-like....Huh! End of post!! Ting ting tidding!

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Jin khwabon ko palkon ne paale Unko aaj chodne chale the Phisalti hi sahi yeh ret si zindagi Isse hum aaj dafnane chale the.. ek pal ko maut ka daman thama.. ek pal ke andhere ki dar se... Ek jeevan ka diya bujhane chale the.. Aaj kuch aisa paglaya yeh dil.. ke hum humare hi wajood ko mitane chale the.. Can any emotion be so powerful enough to kill a soul's grit to fight life? A few days ago,

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traveling by Bus Bliss.. ........blues and whites evaporating into droplets of mist Bliss.. ...water traversing ends of a window screen.. Bliss.. .....distant hills breathing foggy greens.. Bliss... ........vast water bodies engulfing tiny isles of comfort.. Bliss... ...winding paths..up rocky climbs...into nature they go.. Not so Bliss.. Will someone please get me off this F**King excuse for a

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Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long and fine life indeed. -Richard Bach (jonathan livingston seagull) I Have realised anger does not help. I spent most of my 26 years being angry about something or the other. Till yesterday, when I realised that i have learnt damage

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Aah how the heart wishes to be free of all emotions! Nyways, all that wishful thinking apart, thoughts seem to have hit a road-block (bigger than one in Indo-Pak talks!) and life also has successfuly stopped short of growing. Not that after two months in the present job, I should be complaining..but....being the gemini that I'm I need to keep coming up for air once in a while and that once in a

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Deadbeat boredoms of the heavenly kind melanges that yell gory reds of souls left behind.. musings that never read into the fine print... Oh equal music I search for you... What Seth talked of..I dream for me.. Equity in times of unequal rulers.. Open minds lost in whims of buffooned baises.. I stand here marooned, a balloon.. will I ever find me the wind to fill her.. Deepa_lost!!    

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Solitude without a past! For the total development of the human being, solitude as a means of cultivating sensitivity becomes a necessity. One has to know what it means to be alone, what it is to meditate, what it is to die; and the implications of solitude, of meditation, of death, can be known only by seeking them out. These implications cannot be taught, they must be learnt. One can

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Drops of nectar to parch a thirsty throat.. A soul feels satiated today.. after a dry spell so old... They who call it posion.. do not know the wonders it holds.. it spins you to a different relam which reigns in myriad colors to behold!!! -Deepa Rajan It feels nice to be in a suspended state after a long long time. Life is in sublime flames after eons........sigh! won't last for ever...nothing

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Should I push him off the stairs?...nah I think I will hang him...better still may be crucify him...nah! too easy a death...maybe I should simply ignore him...if only I had mastered the art of ignoring idiots who dont know what they want. I know it is not easy to please everyone...but why should I have to please anyone?.How many times will I have to go through this exercise of wanting to do the

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How Do I Love Thee? How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace, I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion

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Budget Frenzie: Newsroom logic defying any sensibilities. Deadlines to meet..today more than ever! Plans of having a good night out, sipping the nectar so longed for all run over by rising car prices and subsidies for the textiles..bringing Allen Solly to your doorstep..ting ting tiding! And life goes on...for the tax payer as usual. Like I say..No budget is a good budget. But must say,this

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On The Brink of everything Off day: Tuesday. Want to spend the day, sleeping...boozing...reading...music. What actually happens.. 7:00: Milk-man arrives with the cue for the little devil to start barking. Barking provokes sleep-deprived mother to start yelling, mumbling and making an attempt to wake me in the process. Groggy eyes and weak mumbles is all that she gets out of the lazy lump. After

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More on those flowers! Good news: FC road also has my fav flowers' trees...yippee!!! Bad news: I almost went to heaven trying to look at them on the crowded street. Note to self: Must stand on the side and admire object of affection. Come to think of it, must apply the above note to love life also. Ok now topic jump-cut to dreams. I have always dreamt strange dreams. Nothing ordinary abt the very

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aah enuf of stoopid quizzes....I actually came online intending to post this! Mitti ki saundhi khushboo, pani ki chamkti boonden, takdeeron ki lakeeron si mausam ki yeh raahen.... in raahon mein kho jana hai.. in palon mein jee jana hai.. ek ahesaan aur karna maullah.. mujhe us khushboo ke rang mein rangna.. us saundhi mitti mein hi mere is rooh ko dafan karna tu maullah..... bas itna sa

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I am this Finding Nemo Character (am glad *grinnn*) What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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I'm this genere of rock! Alternative rock! You're the very interesting sideof rock... You sometimes reach the masses,like Placebo, but mostly you're underground andstay true to your musical roots... Just keepwhat you're doing and churn out that goodstuff! What genre of rock are you? brought to you by Quizilla

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I belong here! Pirates of the Caribbean! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla

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Found this mood-matcher Verse for me To a skylark Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of

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Strange! How the ego wrestles with the self...I know I shld lay the bond to rest...some things are not meant to be. (Nyways, the above quote has nothing to do with the post below) Every time I see them, I smile. It's like a reflex action. Almost as if a chip has been installed inside the brain....identify object 'Y'...emit smile signals..:) Am talking abt flowers..not any....yellow ones. Any

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Et Tu Brutus I think I have to cede to higher forces soon...finito...life as I know it will cease to exist soon...My one supporter in the family..my brother spoke the 'M' phrase today....Et tu Brutus? is all that escaped my lips. As the whole family conspires to tie me down...I think pretty soon, the family dog will also be barking the 'M' phrase. They say, when you cant beat them join 'em....I

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Pebbles glistening beneath waters, The sand mingling with reefs, Fishes dancing to the rythms of flow, Shores to walk with trees swaying forth, I walk these planes naked toes, Bliss to enternities.....a smile to quote, I strech my hands for him to hold... Savour the moment, I close my eyes.. to open them to an angry dark sky... I turn around to Vacant spaces.... they are all I can see, the rains

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My all time favourite author, the book that finally smelt of my essence. Knowing me the way I do....I wish I could fall in devastating love like Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza do. Senses of youth, wisdom of age, all falling short of surpassing the rage called love........No matter how many times I read this book..I still want to keep going back to it.....morbidity and starkness that it

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I have been asked this Q quite often in the past one week: So what is your blog about? Hmm? what is my blog about? Now that I think, my blog does not have any purpose at all. Come to think of it, neither do I. At least, I never set out intentionally with a purpose belt with star-studded dreams of making it big or earning money or serving the people..balh! blah! I did not even wonder about my

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Should listen to this...people!! EVERYDAY IS MY WAY written by Kent "Lobo" LaVoie I used to wake up worrying 'Bout what I had done before Instead of being happy with what I had I was always looking for more Had to make more bread Had to get ahead of the people Living next to me But like a big Dumb Dumb I was the one... I was sticking it right to me Well it took some time but I found my mind And

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DON'T EXPECT ME TO BE YOUR FRIEND written by Lobo I stopped sending flowers to your apartment You said you aren't home much anymore I stopped dropping by without an appointment Cause I'd hear laughter coming through your door. Sometimes late at night you'll still call me Just before you close your eyes to sleep You make me vow to try and stop by sometime Baby that's a promise I can't keep. I

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Knocking On Heavens Doors Mama take this badge from me, I can't use it any more, It's getting dark, too dark to see, I'm feelin like I'm knocking on heaven's door. Knock, knock knocking on heaven's door. Knock, knock knocking on heaven's door. Knock, knock knocking on heaven's door. Knock, knock knocking on heaven's door. Mama put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them any more, That long

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Me's on this trip today....nictoine does wonders sometime:)! The Animal Song When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere Subway makes me nervous people pushing me too far Got to break away so take my hand now because I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle the

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Death comes at a price it brings a choice of life Rebirth erupting out of burnin bones seeds of dreams being sown on ashen hopes, Voices inside mock me for fearin the reaper, But what I fear lies in life not death For, in order to die I must be reborn to earth... I must be reborn to earth......... Meant nothing really, just came as i went along. Anyways, todays topic is: THE DA VINCI CODE I just

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Follow me.. You don't know how you met me You don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye All you know is when I'm with you I make you free And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea I'm singing.... Follow me Everything is alright I'll be the one to tuck you in at night And if you want to leave I can guarantee You won't find nobody else like me I'm not worried '

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ek din mila asmaan sunhera us mein mila ujala mera phir aayi raat ki baari usse mili taron ki yaari suraj se chanda ki oonchayi mitti se uth thi purvayi chal padi hoon ini ke sahare jugnu se is jeevan ko thame.. akash se is jeevan ko pane..

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:)I always outdo myself, surprises me everytime. How do you manage to rip apart everythingout of nothing, my soul asks me My answer: A blank smile that says nothing at all. Should I have been a idiot and kept quiet? If I had not talked at all, things would have been different. Once upon a time, when I had a room for myself..I had this poster up on the wall which said: Its better to keep your

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Sometimes I just do not know why we meet certain people, or even get to talk to them. And then I feel I need to meet so many more people...There are so many of them. I wish I could meet most of them. I have always believed that all the people we meet, even if momentarily, are sent into our lives to tell us something. Time and again, fate has proved that true. So of many of them, I do not even

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Jin rahon pe nikle hain, un rahon ka fasana yahi, musafir to mile hain kai, bas humsafar koi nahi, ab lagne laga hai darr ke ishq ke mayne ne bhula de hum... kahin akle chalte chalte kudhi se juda na ho jaye hum.. One of my aquaintances got engaged recently. He has cancer, she knows abt it. I almost cried the day I found out. He might not like it that a stranger like me is making a big issue

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Have been wanting to write this down for ever....! Male specimen no.1 to specimen no.2: Kyon did u look at this pic of Malika Sherawat? Wanna marry her? no.2 to no.1: No baba! why dont u marry her? No 1 is genuinely traumatised: kya bhai u think i have that type of character..ke I'll marry her? Me, standing behind these two Indian men of modern India..saying nothing but framing lovely taunts.

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In vain I try to verse.. I come up with banal words..! Hello there Mr Rabbit, said Alice to the cat, Hullo to you too young man, said he tipping his hat, Said Alice yet again, the fib tree over there told me u lost your rabbit patch. The fib tree lies, ranted the cat, it knows who stole my patch. Tch! Tch! said Alice, how sad a tale! How can a friend spin such a tale! The cat sniffed a tear and

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Beads of feigned wisdom surrounded me today, do not do this, how can you do this? this is not the way it is done... Voices inside my head pound against the tide, you need not take this, you need not listen.. but...I learn humiliation to outlive it... I pretend humility to balm the insult.. From Knowing all to showing off...this journey I cannot claim to have carved... I too have been there, done

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Everybody Tells Me Everything by Ogden Nash I find it very difficult to enthuse Over the current news. Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens, And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons. I can quite sympathise with Ogden

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Well, Changed the blog skin....loved this new one....i wish i could spend more time on html...i like the language:)! I got to go now. I should be heading home..am still in office...am still hungry!!! Sleepy too.....

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I heard the Venus flirted with the sun yesterday. I do not know who was more hot to handle for whom, but I'm sure it made people walk out into the blazing heat to watch the 'touch and go'game. The celestial magic concept has been such a crowd puller. Anything even remotely different from a 'normal' sky has people oohing and aahing over it. Me, I am too busy being over-awed with the daily sky. The

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Waters of the wind, etching passions on the skin, droplets that crystalise in the sun, leaving trails of a stranger in the rain, dampness that seeps into the soul, chill that keeps eyes blindfold, I tread a pathway into dreams, stumble, fall, and flow, there comes a rain once a while that washes away pain inside, I learn to swim, I learn to float, I feel warmth in the water bed below, Then there

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Phew! Am blogging from office. Thank God, Blogger can be opened from here. And yes indiatimes is a saviour too. I will soon have an official id. It feels nice to be a part of a legend like Times of India. I joined on the 7th and have not begun working properly yet. I am dying to get into the routine of subbing and page-making. But, all in due time!! We are going through an induction programme

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