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ive been passing my time doing some constructive things..
one of them being posting some pics i took this year on my new Flicker account...

dekho dekho!

and they say im not patient.........

its been 180 days....

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

idhar ya udhar
kis taraf ho tum
tay kar lo...

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.


- Frederick Nietzsche

i think about you everyday
they say "get a life"
i say "no"!

the last rain of september...the day before i decided to grow up...well...have i?

and people say "i" look naughty!

I took this one when i was visiting the villages near Mukteshwar.......best shots are captured when they are least expected.....i guess same goes for life...

Horror Scope

Virgo: 4th September '07
Things are getting better from today...you will recieve good news through a telephonic conversation....finances will be on the brighter side...go and splurge to celebrate your day....



even god likes playing jokes on me........


life........is nothing like the smell of october...

i cant think of a subject for this one...sorry!

im in the process of sending some mails for maa..and i happened to check some blogs written by people i have heard of...but havent met....

the following are my observations:

- most of them used the same background that i "had" once upon a time
- when asked... most of them would say they used this medium to "put their thoughts down" ...agreed!...but why are all of them so grey?

........i feel a lot of us create these cucoons to pity our lives...our selves......and thats the worst thing to do....to constantly tell yourself...that youre not sure of your life...things and people around you...and question the same...constantly in conflict with your self.....conscious effort to be anxious .....

guys...calm down!...

i have not had the most eventful...or the most happening life....but i've learnt how to put every single moment like a dialogue from Calvin & Hobbes...
everything i explain or say has a life of it's own....
a complete story in it's own self....
it's like a painting...
or a dolby digital screen....
and i get the sheer pleasure of seeing people's faces when they react to my simplest statements...


is'nt this what life "should be"...simple.....ironic....stupid.....complete...wierd...funny....... wonderful...serendipitous!

words should be used like you're throwing them at a mirror......you can see different dimensions to them....

for me...this is what my blogs are....just another space......where i fit in well...

i don't want to be an angel..
i don't need wings clipped on to my back..
not if i can't feel the breeze on my face..

make me the wind instead..


my recomendation for the day.....

Angel(accoustic version)
- by Dave Mathews Band

Attention!

For those who have a habit of forgeting "one of the most important moments in history" kindly remember to wish me on 15th September..

Blessings and love in the form of CASH or KIND will be gladly accepted

P.S: jUST for your help...there's a sale going on at Shoppers Stop......and i can happily provide details of counters one should NOT avoid checking out

:)

i feel nice..

in tune with my "self"


infact maybe the best i have felt in over a year
and i din have to spend any money for it
did not go out for a good meal
did not share things with friends either


i just loved being with myself...

seriously...it shows on my face

damn! im good!

Serendipity...How are you doing?

is one's one of the toughest questions to answer.......till date..





the best part of the day is to fall in love with the dusty shadow of a torchman while the rest of the world is busy looking at the (so- called) shinier side of life

the second best part...very simply put....is the warmth of my nani's hands

the third best part...is when muma n papa....call each other "muma" & "papa"

the fourth best part...is when it started to rain...just when i wanted it to






memories have a dialect....a language of their own...a sound of their own...

and when i dont want to hear them ringing in my ears...

are the days i tend to talk a lot

i feel sedated

i think im going to hit the atmosphere

Heights of doubt


writing 7 e-mails in 3 days....and not sending any of them

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am i still supposed to be counting days?

who decides where beauty begins
...and ends?


is there anything around me..
that is 'not' beautiful?

Soleil, quand vous êtes avec moi..je peux voler

Sunshine, when you're with me...i can fly

- Raul Midon, Sunshine

the day you bit my toe nail

im back!...and when i say so...i mean 'i the sarcastic one' am back....oh yes and for some reason i feel its the wheather (lets blame it to the wheather.. it's very in)...

im hanging between just tooooo many things.....with my life turning into a 'Da Vinci COde'...i dont know for how long i can walk around with that question mark on my face...(no im not Paresh Raval from that Anil Kapoor flick...and i most definately havent drawn a question mark) but the look on my face resembles the sign pretty much...

Dear oh dear....were there less disasters in my life....for me to take up studies dealing with the subject...

lets see:
i was never going to be an Einstien : not creative
i can never be a female version of Gandhi: dont take no fukin shit
i often get confused between mitigation, preparedness and planning : there i cant get married to a man (or a woman)...
im not the Sharukh of Swades...so im done with village visits
and im not duracell: i give up

my dissertation revolves around the follwing things that have been going on in my head..and if i were to put it together this is how it'll look:

An anlysis of the rural mindset of men, with special focus on risk mitigation measures dealing with people who preach, are retarded, and think they are always right, through an insight intoThe Tehelka Foundation's crispy spinach recipe ...


i dont see myself studying for long...because if i do...i dont see myself living for long...
anybody to mary me before the wrinkle under my eye starts to show!?!



p.s: the title signifies my deranged state of mind.....but im still a lovable creature :)