tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72925068854252326952024-02-19T05:53:48.698-08:00The Silver LiningThe Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-79507369136367846212014-02-23T07:24:00.003-08:002014-02-23T08:25:21.894-08:00Tadaaaa!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lazy Sunday Evening. Eat. Sleep. Browse. Repeat. Minus the
Homework, that I was pushing ahead like a 6 month baby trying to push the
bathroom door, coz he doesn't want to poop in the diaper, it was an Ideal weekend.
*bliss* . Cheese balls on my left, Cold beverage on my right, and the laptop on
my bare hairy belly(<b>Please Note</b>: <i>I’m Not Single. I am not Jay Baruchel. I have
a very stunning girlfriend. This occurs very seldom, and I was just trying my
best to perpetuate a lazy and clumsy stereotype weekend</i>) . My cheesy
bathed fingers move above the keyboard like some electrostatic force repelling
it to touch, but in fact they were looking for the first letter to punch in, so
I could commence with the scripting of story I’ve been thinking about for a
while, on Vuvuzela Horns. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This powerless charade would go on for a few minutes. Then, The
explorer Dora in me changes tabs and jumps in the internet pool to catch up on
what’s up in the brisk functional world, we live in. Looking at the mourning
status updates and tweets on the non-operating WhatsApp last night for a few
SLEEPING hours, made everyone look like Jayshree Ben, The Gujju Gossip Empress. Who bitched about one
social medium, on another social platform, without considering the fact that the
latter NOW owns this social medium, everyone’s bitching about. Then, I updated myself with some EPL Facts and Parody Videos, so I could indulge in public
forums and look like an intellect SOB. I now repeat my hideous finger flirting
with the keyboard again, with respect to my Vuvuzela story. Its always the
initiation of a post or a story that’s annoying and tedious, coz it gives you a
projectile you’re supposed to flow with, with your entire story. It started to
get really boring and monotonous and mundane, like HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER. I opened
my Documents folder, to go through my previous drafts, where I saw this post. The LAST Blogpost, that I had written named “Everyday
is my Mother’s Day”. I read it with an
involuntary smile on my face, that was growing with the continuation of the post.
I wrote this on Mother’s day
last year. Since then, a lot had happened. I swapped to Mass Media after 3 years
of engineered torture. A collapse that led to a Jaw Fracture and broken teeth,
that still remains. My curriculum, My Work as a screenplay writer, My
treatment, My relationship and above all PROCRASTINATION kept me away from
Blogging. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I opened my blog immediately,
and started going through all my posts today. The initial ones were so embarrassing.
I felt how Sylvester
Stallone and Jackie Chan must have felt about their career, that started off with pornography . I was going to delete the previous posts, but then I stopped as it
projected a certain graph of my performance as a writer. Also, Its always necessary
to look at the rear view mirror, when you’re heading ahead. Who knows you might
just need a detour. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With a promise to consistently blog henceforth.. Im bringing Sexy Back</span></span></div>
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The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-69962305641981792882013-05-11T22:45:00.001-07:002013-05-11T23:02:20.692-07:00Everyday is My Mother's Day..!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-style: italic;">9th May</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-style: italic;">(</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>Actual Date Of Writing</b></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-style: italic;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Heaven doesn't exist. Mothers do. They are and shall always be the purest form of love. Perhaps love was discovered by a mother as her heart wears no boundary. Besides, nobody knows you better than your mother. And there's no point in asking her whether she's proud of you. She is and will always be, no matter how great a douchebag you've become. He keeps telling her "Some day you'll be proud of me!" to which she smiles—as mothers usually do. As selfless as her mind</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The poor mother looks at her son in amazement and wonders where has her innocent lil' boy disappeared. This was the very kid who used to point at her tummy whenever someone asked him "Where are you from?". To him, his mother has grown old now whereas to her, he remains a newborn. From a very young age, he knew we belonged to our mothers more than anything else. Birth might have separated him from her but a child actually never leaves the mother's body. As tranquil as her lap. You appreciate her more when she's gone. For more details, get in touch with those who've lost her. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No matter how short the barber crops your hair, she will always find them long. To her, you are the most eligible bachelor. For good or worse, an Indian mother loves reminding you that she's your mother and there's a bigger chance of her inquiring "What?" instead of "Who's that lucky girl?" when you mention your marital intentions. As intrusive as her concerns. Once you settle down, you'll realize that she is present in your behaviour too. Turns out the risky habit of telling everything to your wife is cultivated during those years spent close to dear mama.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As nourishing as her hands. Single or married, the burden on a woman pretty much remains the same. Kitchen often becomes her coveted part of home. In there, she works harder than the exhaust fan. Well, she deserves air-conditioned kitchen with no noise or steam to deal with. Almonds are good for her provided you have them. She cares for you as if her life depended on it. A mother straightaway fetches her children a glass of water whereas they ask her whether she needs a glass of water. Difference. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Why are they the way they are and why aren't we the way we're supposed to be? As unblemished as her intentions. Worrying is their favourite pastime. She laughs at the lil' boy's jokes, not because they were always funny, but because she thinks she's responsible for his happiness. He may turn out to be a crappy stand-up someday but it's OK for the time being. In an ideal world, we'd be celebrating Mother's Day on a daily basis. Coz Mom, I may not be too blunt about how much I love you.. but I value, respect and owe you for being that ONLY figure in my life, whose never shown her back on me, even when you were taken for granted a several times. I Love You Maa.. Happy Mothers Day.</i></span><br />
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The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-21499335959753343122013-04-16T10:20:00.001-07:002013-04-16T10:20:49.796-07:00The JogIn the evening when I am back from college, its been happening for past 2 days now. I pull up my socks, wear my running shoes, pick my headphones and I am off. Off to the locality park. The sun's set and only half of the lamps in the park are on. The headphones play "chasing cars" and even though the tempo of the song doesn't match my jogging speed it's somehow relaxing. This is the time I am at perfect ease. It's pretty dark and no one sees each other's face except where they cross the dimly lit patches. This is my "me" time.<br />
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Because sometimes the path is the greatest listener.<br />
I usually think about the day, my actions and have the deepest introspection.<br />
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This is the time when I am aware of my every step and life seems bearable even lovable to most extent. At other times I use the aid of music to get away from people, situations and also my own self and thoughts. But this stretch of time is different. Here the music isn't a means to be oblivious to the world around me rather it makes me more aware.<br />
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And in that time I wonder maybe all this adds up to something. The long hours of jog, the useless days of exam preparation which im flunking for sure, the hours of writing drafts in my blog, the senseless chats on my phone, the never ending questions of sex and the existence of a God, the meaningless jokes, the decisions as to whether I should bathe, or shave or not, quoting lyrics in a conversation, My narcissistic approach towards everything, My ignorance revenge to people's ignorance towards me, impatience, Tight hugs and the small peck on the cheek. Maybe all this is who I am. And this is the time when I happen to love who I am, and for people to accept, how I am. The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-39365506959836156012013-04-08T11:34:00.001-07:002013-04-08T11:34:13.081-07:00Sabakk..!!Lessons learnt over the past two months:<br />
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# Failures hit you in the face when you least expect it. <br />
# Sometimes your hundred per cent is nature's fifty. <br />
# You might know you are better, smarter and more confident than everybody in your vicinity but you don't need to show and flaunt that 24x7. <br />
# Sometimes acting gawaar is the only way to survive. <br />
# Your channel of thought makes you who you are. <br />
# Most of the times people you trust the most let you down. <br />
# Sometimes people may mean everything to you yet they can't replace the one's who were important to you before also YOUR FAMILY. <br />
# Writing a blog on someone's request is a bad idea, when you dont have time.<br />
# What people think and what people say they think are two different things. <br />
# Never confess anything without cross questioning yourself atleast a thousand times about its consequences <br />
# A hug and a chai solve every problem in this world. <br />
# You have clothes, you have food and you have shelter. If there is a God he needs to be thanked every bloody day. <br />
# dont throw " I love you's " at someone, if that someone is pushed away by it<br />
# Nobody waits for you, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, one day everyone is going to move on. <br />
# The no. of friends on facebook is inversely proportional to the no. of friends you have in real life. <br />
# The most intriguing question you can ask yourself is "Why the fuck ME?" <br />
# The definition of happiness varies from person to person. The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-36495666221651157632013-04-02T11:51:00.001-07:002013-04-02T11:51:12.773-07:00FarmedThere was a farmer known as Manu who had everything he ever wanted in life. A good family, good friends, a pet named Moti and a photoshopped image of Aniket Mahamunkar(The Tramp) kissing Morgan Freeman. The only problem being, he suffered from incessant headaches. Headaches that would plague his thoughts, which would make him uncomfortable at all times and which would prevent him from completely doing any farming work that he was expected to do. He tried on and off to analyze his aches and wondered what could be their source. One day while farming he hit upon the reason and ran to his wife, pausing every 20 seconds to make sure the blood doesn’t not rush too much into his head. He reached his wife panting, and she co-incidentally was painting.<br />
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“What happened?” she asked.<br />
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“I have found the source of the aches” he said frowning.<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“Well my headaches are related to my farming”<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“They are My-Grains”.<br />
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His wife stabbed him to death with her paintbrush after that. No more headaches recorded ever since.<br />
The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-79020001132987315732013-01-11T01:17:00.001-08:002013-01-17T10:18:48.927-08:00Let Him Smoke!!The coldest January of my life, the coldest of all and yet, I step out, with the Jacket.<br />
take the cigarette out and light it like I light the pyre of sorrows within. Walking on the foggy street, careful enough to not fall down, careless enough to inhale the slow poison, seeking warmth from the night lamps, gazing in to the darkness, <br />
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how I enjoy the liberation I receive with each puff that blows in the air. A man of my calibre, a slave to a pack of cigarettes and sometimes, to something as miniature as a matchstick! <br />
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How I gave her up for the unconditional, non-reciprocating, paid affection that I share with this absolute fixation.<br />
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We were happy in college, we were happy amongst our friends, we were happy we screwed around.. but we weren’t happy together. She loved me she said, I loved her I said, but in between these spoken words there was a silence we did not expect.<br />
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That silence made me light my first. I built a smoke screen to conceal what I wished to speak.<br />
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Here I am walking by accompanying in my hand... what I have merited from that relationship.<br />
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This cold night, the chill breeze that makes me want to hold the cigarette for longer, closer, and inhale stronger, the craving for her presence, her body is diminishing sooner than I thought. <br />
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And THEN, I spotted a drunken old man .. <br />
I made my way to him, I saw an expensive lighter in his humble abode. He caught the gaze, smirked and held it loose in his hands. His hands were rough, dirty, charred, with brittle nails. I could see all his life written in those brittle fingers, which had the marks of burnt cigarettes. I stepped back. He made a gesture, inviting me to sit. I did.<br />
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“This lighter, my woman gave this to me when I married her at the age of nineteen. She fell in love with the way I smoked, the way I held her loose like I held my cigarette. We grew, we grew fonder.<br />
But indeed, I grew fonder to the ash I collected in my lungs.<br />
One day, she pleaded me to quit for her baby couldn’t breathe in her. <br />
It was a cold day like this. I set the house on fire with this lighter. <br />
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You see son, no woman is worth coming between a man and his smoke!"<br />
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The man spoke with no emotion. I nodded.<br />
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I stood up, walked towards the platform, turned around one last time to see him inhale his last puff, and crush it on the ground barefoot. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5o2uFp0UtRWXPguO0POsawctgTWXuIXdybckruuDO6mHyMOa5uGngArrYNdDu5IBPV2xxD0v9O5lQJ-ufH-WYOvZchXs_4eVNDZ0uJ4ABwwrHLU4FKWc5S4NCRSfmJFFonyT53pkcDSad/s640/blogger-image-646318656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5o2uFp0UtRWXPguO0POsawctgTWXuIXdybckruuDO6mHyMOa5uGngArrYNdDu5IBPV2xxD0v9O5lQJ-ufH-WYOvZchXs_4eVNDZ0uJ4ABwwrHLU4FKWc5S4NCRSfmJFFonyT53pkcDSad/s640/blogger-image-646318656.jpg" /></a></div>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-63069358106141936322012-12-16T23:15:00.001-08:002013-02-01T03:43:08.387-08:00स्त्रीलिंग Facebook!!!As a single guy I have a lot of time to spend online especially on Facebook. It is a magical site where you can spy on everyone’s life and make sure you know every aspect of him or her.<br />
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Sometimes I imagine that I will find the perfect girl online and we will have a perfect relationship and fall in perfect love. However every single time I log onto Facebook, I see the same bunch of women who make my perfect dream disappear. As a gift to my fellow single men, I present to you a guide on the types of women you will encounter on Facebook.<br />
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<b>The Disney</b><br />
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This woman will have absolutely no photos of herself. All her photos will be of Disney princesses or random actors. She may put up an Edward Cullen photo and you realize that she is the spawn of Satan. There will be no photos of her. Most of her albums consist of photos of friends or random photos in which 45 million people have been tagged. You will never see her face. If you chat up with her she will speak with you but behind this shrouded veil that other humans refer to as a photo of Selena Gomez. You really wish she puts up more photos so you can catch a glimpse of her but it seems like her face does not exist at all. No matter how hard you try you will never ever see how she looks in real life, but the mere fact that she likes Selena Gomez gives you enough reason to at least purchase a few Cyanide capsules before you meet her.<br />
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<b>The Hipster</b><br />
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The Hipster will only use Instagram and put up random photos of dead animals or quotes from authors who you’re pretty sure don’t exist. She will reblog posts and share images that are as abstract and fake as her.<br />
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Most of her photos will have her roaming around in random nature based surroundings. Every photo will have been methodically edited and will also come along with an accompanying lyric tag from a band nobody has ever heard of it. In fact most of the times the band will be formed after the lyrics have been read. She will post quotes and philosophy. Kafka, Nietzsche, Freud, she knows them all but the moment you ask her about common things like Hindi music or terrible movies, she will change the subject to more ‘intellectual things’.<br />
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<b>The Hot One</b><br />
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OMG. She is so hot. There is no way she will ever be with you. Never. She is way out of your league. She makes your league look like the Sri Lankan Premier League. There is only one thing that you can do… Right Click and Save Image for later use.<br />
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</b><b>The Pretty One</b><br />
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The pretty one will have some of the most beautiful profile photos. Photos that make you stare and fall in love. Everything is perfect except her grammar. Every photo has a terribly spelled caption which ends in a heart (<3) . Half of the times she manages to spell that wrong also.<br />
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She will spell great as gr8 and nice as nyc. She will refuse to spell any word correctly or even show some inclination to read the dictionary. Even a decomposing pigeon will type out a better sentence then her. Now you have to make a decision. Does your penis like her or does your brain like her?<br />
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<b>The Hogger</b><br />
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The Hogger will take as many photos as she can to prove to the world that she exists. She will take 45 million photos in 1 second and upload them all simultaneously. She will constantly update her Facebook status telling people about how she is eating food and how she is crapping it minutes later. She will then takes photos of her posing near her poop and upload them to an album called ‘Summer Poop ’. She will post every 10 seconds on your wall making you believe that she has no friends or family. As much as you ignore her, you cannot ignore her digital presence. She will like your every photo and share your ever post. She will be the sole reason for deactivating your profile.<br />
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<b>The Limited Recluse</b><br />
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She will never come online. She will have only 3 photos that have been uploaded, out of which 2 have been put up by her friends and one by an application that she accidently accessed. She will not post on your wall or reply to any posts. She will not update her status. She will have somewhat of a limited profile and refuse to be friends with anyone. Technically speaking her profile is in a vegetative state. Sooner or later, the good folks at Facebook will euthanize it.<br />
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<b>The Ugly One</b><br />
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She is ugly as hell. Heck even Hell is prettier and hotter than her. Yet she is always hanging around pretty women and hence you have her as a friend with the secret hope in mind that one day when you comment, one of her pretty friends will find you humorous and add you as a friend.<br />
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<b>The Perfect One</b><br />
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The perfect one will be the one you desire. She will be pretty, smart and she's your best friend. She will talk to you whenever you want. Never disappoint you with her replies and will be the perfect one for you. She is the girl of your dreams and is the perfect person to talk to whenever you’re bored. However each one of them comes with an extra appendage called a boyfriend. Secretly you wait for her to break up with him but you know it will never happen. You however go on with the rest of the crowd liking her photos hoping she sees the love in the multiple likes that you give her posts and comments. She never does.<br />
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Mumbai 'not just a metropolitan' city.. Its Moree... You see variety of specimen starting their stories early morning.. For some, its starts at late night already<br />
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Mumbai is a strange village. Sweating goes hand in hand with breathing. Its either Hot, Hotter or Hottest in this part of the Planet. So in a way, its always hot, its just the degree you need to measure for.<br />
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For the record, about 70% of Mumbai’s population lives in slum and the remaining 30% complain about harsh living conditions. Interestingly, poverty adds to the equation. It is like the most glaring cosmopolitan feature but somehow gets camouflaged by people’s never-say-die attitude..<br />
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Its 3 Paragraphs already.. Thats it. I have nothing more to speak of Mumbai, More than what pops up in my insomniaced disturbed mind at 3AM, that is wondering why isn't it cold already. Its December, For Gods Sake.<br />
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Half my blogs are about Mumbai.. It makes feel like Hank Moody, who blogs about California. <br />
The only 2 differences being, Hank Moody is paid.. Me? Nada.<br />
AND Hank Moody is fictional from Californiction.<br />
Im Real... Like a Real Number.<br />
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Neway, This Post... aint about Mumbai though..<br />
This post is merely an attempt to get rid of the sleep deprived insect in me.. and get me some sleep.. So its basically going to be a One Sided Conversation.<br />
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I'v been watching a lot of Sitcoms off late, during my exam preparation leave.. <br />
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Cliche.. i know.<br />
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Does that make me a Loner??, because that would break the whole Socially Extrovert image of mine, that I wish to have for myself, just because i wish to fit in the society.<br />
The Society comprising of, Cripples, Bastards, and other broken things. The Society i.e. Mumbai..<br />
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Maybe its all just a Camouflage, A Cover, A Lotta Shades above the Human Skin and Soul.. That I 'Think' completes me.<br />
For Instance, if I were to classify my Shades... There would be many.. <br />
1) Obedient Son to my Father <br />
2) Family Guy <br />
3) Intellectual <br />
4) Sir Knowsalot <br />
5) Goody-two-Shoes <br />
6) Charmer<br />
7) Raconteurist <br />
8) Metrosexual<br />
9) RetroSexual<br />
10)Caring'<br />
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Exclude all 10 Shades,<br />
Im Alan Harper, without the Unintended Humour.. <br />
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So IF ONLY.. By putting up these layers of Pretence, Im best suited for THE SOCIETY..! I do not see a problem with that then..<br />
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NOW!! Accepting it on one hand, is Fine. It gives me Closure.. <br />
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But questioning myself, for everyting thats ' + ' bout me, Something that till date, I thought were my 'Traits'. The Benefit of Doubt towards Self, is beyond Appaling, Despicable, Reprehensible and Mundane<br />
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So Im just gonna follow a common drill that calls for default solution when a conundrum like this, smacks you left and right.<br />
When You dont wish to get rid of anything, You need to convince yourself that its presence is necessary.. <br />
I believe that all 10 shades are the reason why everyone glows around me. The reason why everyone feels secure and warm around me.. The reason why the daisies bossom, The reason why the skies are clear, The reason why the winters near. The reasom why the moon is up so high.. Like a Diamond in the sky. <br />
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P.S. - Reality Check can get Ugly. <br />
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Gunnite Folks..! Sleepwell</div>
The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-80381835098756166762012-11-27T12:10:00.001-08:002012-11-28T21:19:37.033-08:00Unambitious Martyr A.K.A Indian Women<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">27 november, 2012</span><br />
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<b>*new girl walks in.*</b><br />
<b>*drinks water*</b><br />
<b>*starts running on the treadmill besides mine*</b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">New girl</span></b>: Hey. <br />
<b>Me</b>: Hi.<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Brain</b></span> : Please just let me run.<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">NG</span></b>: So how long have you been gymming? <br />
<b>Me</b>: Two years in total. But this gym an year.<br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>NG</b></span>: Oh. I just joined. <br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Brain</b></span> : I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED!<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">NG</span></b>: So what do you do? <br />
<b>Me</b>: Mechanical Engineering. <br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">Brain</span></b>: I am not asking you any counter questions. Doesn't that make you realize I am more interested in running than talking?<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">NG</span></b>: Great!<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Brain</b></span> : I don't think you are getting the clue. *stops running* Okay now let's talk.<br />
<b>Me</b>: So what do you do?<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">NG</span></b>: I "used" to run a boutique.<br />
<b>Me</b>: "Used to" is a very sad phrase. Are you married? <br />
<b><span style="color: red;">NG</span></b>: Yeah. <br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">Brain</span></b>: I don't think I can talk to you anymore.<br />
<b>Me</b>: Why did you quit?<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">NG</span></b>: I figured my family needed me more.<br />
<b>Me</b>: Oh.<br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">Brain</span></b>: Right. Brb puking.<br />
<b>*leaves treadmill abruptly and starts doing the spinner.*</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I refuse to have conversations or even stand in the vicinity of such a woman. Seriously? Stop making yourself believe that you stopped working or you stopped dreaming because your family needs you. Family needs especially your husband's can be very well met at night after work. "My in-laws don't let me work" is even a stupid-er statement. If only you had the zeal to work and be independent you would have inquired enough before marriage to make such a mistake.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One day when you'll be 40 and lonely with a 20 year old son who has already moved out and your are alone at home waiting for your husband to come home you'll know what I mean. He'll come, order around like he is the only one who works all day long because he can and you allowed him to.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Respect is earned.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And it sure as hell isn't earned by being dependent on somebody.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You did your share when you carried the baby for 9 months in your womb. You don't have to (or make yourself believe) spend your entire life at home looking after him/her like you are the only parent.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dependency doesn't earn you respect. Maybe sometimes only rebellion does.</span></b><br />
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The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-77609150743047086572012-11-26T06:04:00.001-08:002012-11-26T06:09:54.575-08:00EGG JAMS :'(<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Because downloading paid apps is on the top of my list.<br />
Because online shopping is suddenly cool.<br />
Because after 17years of hating it I am suddenly a shopaholic.<br />
Because my Phone is suddenly something I can't live without. <br />
Because I have to fish for torrents every hour of the day.<br />
Because Fifty Shades Of Grey/Indian TV has all of a sudden become bearable.<br />
Because even with the anti-feminist angle Anastasia Steele is my role model.<br />
Because watching every new show a minute after it's released is now my aim in life.<br />
Because my love for books has been rekindled.<br />
Because I have my birthday in 50 days and my next exam in 4.<br />
And now you know.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>HELLO PROCRASTINATION!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You have been missed! Not.</span><br />
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P.S: In other news it was Justin's birthday today. And apart from the fact that it comes along with my Aunt(The Bitch). The fact that I gifted him nothing, made my really proud. :')<br />
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And because cakes aren't cool anymore (read: I am broke and calorie conscious at the same time). I still called him at 12:00 AM,<br />
If they still count that as a good gesture. <br />
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P.P.S(If thats even an abbreviation): No More Posts till Exams. Maybee... then again... Maybe not.!!!<br />
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ADIEU... :D</div>
The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-35736494576579216282012-11-17T18:18:00.001-08:002012-11-17T18:18:20.927-08:00Deepaw-Lee \m/<br />
So Diwali's here. I know this because the photo-tagging frenzy on Facebook has begun, with me being in tagged in a million pictures of things that symbolise Diwali, such as diyas, crackers, light-bulbs, burn victims, the superiority of the Aryan race and so on.<br />
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As you can tell, I’m totally looking forward to this festival of lights, prosperity and violently choking to death on suspended particulate matter the size of cockroaches. Every time I breathe during Diwali, it feels like my lungs are being french-kissed by a dementor. This, of course, is a throwback to ancient times when Lord Ram returned victorious from Lanka and was welcomed with a traditional feast of anti-histamines.<br />
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And smog is a really bad idea if you want the goddess of wealth to visit your home. It must really mess with navigation. I can just imagine her circling over Mumbai for hours, before giving up and dumping all the cash at Antilla, because that giant space vibrator is the only visible thing around.<br />
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But that’s just grumpy ol’ me. Everybody else seems to be happy, and by everybody else, I mean the people who are not doing Engineering, who apparently have no exams in the coming week.. and the people in the “festive season” ads that come attached to your daily newspaper. You know the ones I mean – idiots gathered around toasters and juicers, sporting grins that scream straitjackets and padded walls. Seriously, nobody should look that happy about a toaster, not unless it can cure cancer and has the ability to spontaneously generate threesomes.<br />
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It’s not all bad though. Diwali is that once-a-year chance to catch up with neighbours and relatives, so that you can remind yourself why you only meet these people once a year. Some of these people will invariably be the ones setting off firecrackers at 6 in the morning. There’s an important cultural reason which allows them to do this, i.e. murder is illegal. If you can’t think of any such person in your building, then it’s probably you, in which case I implore you, on behalf of all mankind, to firmly sit on the tip end of an exploding rocket.<br />
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Speaking of homicidal urges and vapid consumerism, there’s Bollywood, with its annual Diwali Box Office Showdown, which, in this case, is ‘Son of Sardaar’ vs. ‘Jab Tak Hai Jaan’. JTHJ is the story of SRK falling in love with Katrina and Anushka, because all the other ladies he used to romance are, in Bollywood terms, deceased. Meanwhile, Son of Sardaar stars Ajay Devgn, a man best known for brushing his teeth with dirt. If you’re wondering which one to watch, flip a coin and before it lands, go jump in Traffic.<br />
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In other Diwali news, eminent lawyer and BJP MP Ram Jethmalani recently said that Lord Ram was a bad husband because he didn’t trust his wife – a statement that outraged nobody with more than two functional brain cells. However, it did cause a flutter amongst the BJP, and understandably so, because you can’t just say something like that when you belong to the BJP. That’s like being a part of the Corleone family and announcing that the Don loved to wear pink ballerina tights. It may be true, but nobody wants it said out loud.<br />
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And I don’t know about you, but if some random man took hostage of my Wife, for soo long, He defintly was not hunting someone to play UNO with him. I think it’d be perfectly reasonable to ask her to walk through fire. Yup. Totally. In fact, that agnipariksha was the world’s first recorded instance of Truth or Dare.<br />
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Having said all that, it is important that we hold on to Diwali traditions and celebrations, because somebody needs to keep buying Chinese stuff. I wish you all a very happy Diwali, and no matter what caste, creed or community you belong to, I want you to know that if you tag me in a stupid FB picture, I will eat your children. Cheers!<br />
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Indian television is the stupidest thing on the planet right now. If George W Bush, Digvijay Singh, Rakhi Sawant and Masterchef came together to form a giant super-robot of stupidity, it’d meet its match if it tried to out-stupid Indian television. Stupidity isn’t a crime though; not making even a basic effort to be anything else is a straight-up felony. And Indian television makes roughly as much effort as an Indian man on his 25th wedding anniversary.<br />
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Idiot box: In spite of several channels, there is nothing worthwhile to watch on television<br />
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In an era where television around the world is growing in scope and ambition, often surpassing cinema in its drive to be art, Indian TV is the guy in the back of the classroom with his finger in his nose. Everyone else has moved on to bath-salts and shower-gel. We’re still dealing in soaps.<br />
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This week, During my 'Exam preparation time' Midst(LOL) .. I took some time off to relax, what i saw was not only disturbing to mind, but also im not gonna hav my next boner in a decade ATLEAST.. <br />
I caught an episode of one of those shows that comes on at 10 pm and looks like all the others that come on at 10 pm. And 9 pm. And 7 am. The sort of show in which men show up once every six days, and all the women dress like they’ve just come back from Bappi Lahiri’s coming-out party. I think the name of the show was Kya Aapki Badi Acchi Kasauti Ke Baarein Mein Log Kahenge Vadhu Smriti Irani or something. And I am not making this up.<br />
In the show, the bahu (Hindi for “person who is about to have a relentless stream of miserable things happening to her”) discovered a bomb while the family was praying. Except the bomb was stitched into the bandhgala of a child in the family. So she took him outside, bit the wires off with her teeth and then flung the jacket over the side of a cliff. As if Indian girls didn’t have enough pressure on them, now they’re going to have to add “defuse detonator attached to C4” to their list of “Things to learn for marriage” list.<br />
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If a writer anywhere else in the world came up with that, you would have only one course of action; call Warner Bros and tell them that their Looney Tunes stinking skunk has escaped and has come to your office again. But we put this on TV. You’re thinking “Why not just change the channel?” Because it just gets worse. Changing the channel takes you to “youth channels” that used to be music channels that now run reality programming where half the cast looks like it’s on heroin, and the other half look like they deal it. Another change takes you to sports channels, whose idea of post-match analysis is Sidhu dancing with three cheerleaders to Halkat Jawaani. A third change takes you to English channels, which you can’t watch because they’re like the Fill In The Blanks section of every school exam ever come to life. “She said _____________ to that _________, that _______ ____ ______” is what most shows sound like, because apparently, if we heard somebody say the word “gay” or “nipple”, god would drop the entire west coast into the ocean.<br />
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In pandering to what we condescendingly call “the lowest common denominator”, our own content diminishes us. It reduces us to a collection of our worst tics and stereotypes. It blows my mind that we currently have more TV channels on air than we ever did in the past, but somehow, at the same time, fewer unique ideas than we did back then. We need better TV. We deserve less stupidity. Though at this point, it’d probably be easier, less painful, and more fun, to just legalise drugs.The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-49100448364995583122012-10-31T07:19:00.001-07:002012-10-31T07:31:00.244-07:00Traffic Jam- The common deity to all.<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>We have a lot of festivals in India, all of which celebrate our myriad gods and goddesses. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>We have Navratri (or as they call it in Bengal, ‘Kahaani’) which celebrates the goddess Durga. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>We have Dussera, which celebrates the end of Raavana, and we have Diwali, which marks the time that Lord Rama ended his exile and returned to Vijay Sales for BEST EVER OFFER ON LCD TV (PLUS FREE DVD PLAYER THAT WILL EXPLODE WHEN YOU TURN IT ON FREE).</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>But in the end, all these festivals celebrate deities that lead back to one true god. Which got me wondering, who is this one true god? Surely, it would have to be an entity that represents something that all these festivals have in common. This has, in logical fashion, led me to believe that India’s one true god is the Traffic Jam.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>It’s pretty charitable to call what we have “traffic”. Because the term Traffic implies that you have an orderly, but slightly large collection of cars that make travel slower than it should be. Ours is a bit more… apocalyptic. What we have is an unending sea of metal, gasoline fumes and lifestyle diseases. I can’t even describe our traffic as Brownian motion, because that would imply movement. The reason we don’t have an Indian version of 24 is because season one would just be hours of footage of Jack Bauer honking at people at Milan Subway.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>When I was a kid, nothing gave me greater joy than the evenings on which my parents said the five magic words “let’s go for a drive”. Drives meant ice-cream, cold-drinks, and cruising down Juhu ad Marine Drive with the windows down at the death-defying top-speed of 50 kmph that our Santro (and my mother’s blood-pressure) could handle. But that was then. Today, by the time traffic clears out enough to make driving a pleasure, (in South Mumbai, that’s 11 pm, in Marol, it’s 3987 A.D, when the sun goes nova and destroys Earth) it’s way past most children’s bed-time. If a child asked me to take him for a drive in 2012, I’d just knock him out and sell him on eBay. The only difference between peak and non-peak hours is that one has the word “non” in it.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>Mumbai has an even odder problem. Do we have too many cars? Yes. Do people drive badly? Yes. But our roads make things worse. Mumbai’s roads look like somebody had an epileptic fit while playing with LEGO. Everybody in this city has at least once in their life crawled through traffic for hours, only to find that it’s been caused by nothing but a giant scar in the road that everyone had to slow down to cross. We spend so much time in traffic that it’s facilitated an entire retail industry of people who walk past selling you things, because they know you have the time to buy them. There’s a reason they sell you books, peanuts and cellphone chargers at signals; the three things form a survival kit. You know why Hindus invented re-incarnation? It’s because they know you’ll need two of your nine lives just to make it past Saki Naka.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>If we had better roads, we’d spend less time in traffic. Not more roads, not new roads, just better-laid existing roads. Except we won’t get better roads, because these things are decided by politicians, people who don’t actually ever spend any time in traffic. This is why corruption annoys me; as a politician, you already get to travel in zero-traffic. You’re not allowed any more perks. You should have to worship at the altar of traffic, for it is our one true god. It exhibits all the properties of a good god; it is unmerciful, ever-lasting, and the number one cause of pointless violence. I want to move to the mountains and be an atheist now. I’m going to stop now. Because I think we may finally be moving. If I play my cards right, I may even get home today.</b></span>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-6411256110758780442012-10-02T10:59:00.001-07:002012-10-02T10:59:14.151-07:00BORED!!!Boredom is the most happening thing on this planet... And I'm sure it is not restricted to humankind alone. Seen birds and animals doing nothing but trying to be still? Exactly! That's what I'm talking about. <br />
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As far as I know there are 24 hours in a day and out of these 24 hours, about one-third is spent on sleeping in its various forms. And that leaves less than 16 hours to "live". <br />
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So the real question is how much time is actually "lived" and not "bored". Now don't get into etiological pogrom and insist that even being bored is part of the grand scheme called living process. <br />
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Trust me, it's not. <br />
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Living is to be alive, not zombified. In fact, we shouldn't worry much about nuclear proliferation when boredom proliferation is a bigger and more immediate threat to our existence. That sounds like exaggeration, isn't it? No, not really. <br />
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Roughly put, boredom is like being in a quicksand; the only difference is you don't sink. <br />
You are not aware when it strikes you but once you feel it, you want to escape it. Unless of course if you are working in an environment (read: Engineering) where there is no such thing as an Escape button. <br />
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And worse, if you are staying up completing your assignments during graveyard shifts where your eyelids are put to test almost every single night and very thin line is left between being bored and being asleep. <br />
And then when you're caught napping on the desk, you exploit philosophy by saying "Eyelids are not meant to carry such burden of boredom!" and then you're promptly made to leave your classroom. Happens.<br />
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I love talking about my college, and all the vagaries attached that pass of as occupational shite. <br />
But still, if given a choice, boredom is anytime a favourite against workdom. Not many come to college to study,<br />
Most of them are here for Gals, Smoke, Booze, Beg, Steal, Break Stuff.. and if givenl an opportunity, they'll do All Of It, but Study. Any given day. <br />
You don't have to be a communist to know this. There are millions of us who would rather be bored to death than studied to death. So you see, now people are ready to get bored given they don't have to be productive at the same time. <br />
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There are students(Like Moi) who hardly grind but stream videos online and spent time on social networking and Porno sites as if it will make our Score graph kiss the face of sky. <br />
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You should be studyin in my college(Lokmanya Tilak College Of Engineering) to know what different levels of boredom can do to your brain (or lack of it). Very few things may pique your interest when you're at the top of Mount Boredom. <br />
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But it's a good thing. Sometimes. Like you come up with stupid lines that you decide to tweet thinking, "Lo! There I break the code of this universe!" and then get back to fighting deadline. Under its spell, your mind is not completely dead and is gifted with the power of imagination. You think of better things in life than toiling for bread and butter – both of which you don't eat ANYMORE! But that's how it is. Everything gets boring after a while. <br />
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Pessimism seeps into your soul and wait for the day your stupid heart will get bored of creating its beautiful beat music.<br />
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People have this very pathetic habit of taking credit for things they have nothing to do with. They all go ballistic when they are bored as if they invented boredom. Take a break. Breathe. It was always here. We are just passing through. <br />
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P.S. Since you are reading this crap, I owe you something. The tripe above doesn't make sense. I know. I wrote it as I was bored and so thought of boring you too. Anyway, do you hear that? That's boredom talking in a deeper voice.<br />
The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-41910936824998962612012-09-11T07:55:00.001-07:002012-09-11T21:18:37.209-07:00Digi Ramayan<br />
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Ram - Calm, composed guy. Teetotaler(Except when he tasted Vodka once out of peer pressure). One woman man. <br />
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Laxman - Hyper enthu guy. Too much respect for his brother. Wannabe hip-hop guy. His Facebook account reads his first name as “Laky” and last name as “Back with a bang”. However “Back with a bang” is definitely not his father’s name.<br />
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—————Forest cottage in Ayodhya , evening time<br />
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A livid Ram walks about the corridor of his forest cottage. <br />
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Ram: Man, How did this even happen? You said you had installed a firewall. What happened, did some windows update screw up something?<br />
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Laky : I’m not sure. Let me check the log. Well, she seems to have clicked some kind of malicious link.<br />
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Ram: What kind of link?<br />
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Laky : 3D deer screensavers. The firewall got broken and the door got opened. Somebody must have abducted her then.<br />
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Ram: 3d deer…I mean, how old is she, 8? Who clicks on spam these days?<br />
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Laky: Hey, thats the bhabhi you are talking about. Keep it chill bro.<br />
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Ram: Any leads on who could have done this?<br />
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Laky : I’m not sure bro.<br />
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Ram keeps thinking and walking about. He sits back and looks at his MAC running AyodhyaOS. He browses through Sita’s Facebook profile. Somebody had recently tagged her on their Friendship calendar. She had also liked a page “I hate those who don’t hate the I hate Ram” page.<br />
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No significant progress seemed to happen as hours seemed to progress. Laky was reinstalling windows on his other laptop as there was an issue with the boot sector. Suddenly the beep of an SMS emanated from Ram’s blackberry. It was from ICICAyodhya bank. It read “A credit card purchase of 24,276 has been made from your card. Offer, now housing loan limit increased for salary account holders”. <br />
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Ram: Hey, Looks like my credit card is with Sita and there has been a transaction made.<br />
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Laky : Let me check the statement. Hold on. It says the debit was made from Lanka jewelers. <br />
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Ram: where is that? Must be at Ranganathan street.<br />
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Laky : No. Its in Sri Lanka actually.<br />
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Ram: Oh. Must be the notorious Raavan who abducted her. Google Raavan right-away.<br />
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Laky: Yes. <br />
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*Lakshman googles Raavan<br />
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Laky: This is his twitter profile.<br />
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Raavan<br />
Sri LankaRuler|Veena player|Veda reader|Blogger|DSLR Photographer|Private jet owner|I steal hearts and other people’s wives<br />
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Tweets<br />
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@juniorbachchan Daiiiiiiiiiiiii.<br />
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Load more tweets…<br />
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Ram: Hmmm. This must be the guy. The unscrupulous rat. Let’s kick-off some action from our end. Where is the monkey? Why don’t we send the monkey across to Lanka for negotation?<br />
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Laky: hey bro. That’s racist.<br />
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Ram: What’s racist?<br />
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Laky: Calling anybody a monkey is racist. I have seen it bro. They might ban you for like 4 test matches bro. (makes weird hand gesture showing the number 4)<br />
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Ram: That is racist?<br />
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Laky: Totally bro. Yeah. You can’t call anybody a donkey too. Thats racist too.<br />
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Ram: Can I call a donkey a donkey?<br />
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Laky: No no. That’s racist too.<br />
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Ram: Anyway, let us head-off to Lanka. Quick. Get the travel arrangements done.<br />
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Laky: How about we go down the road to the southern tip and construct a bridge from there? Huh, wont that be cool? Like an awesome roadtrip.<br />
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Ram(in a growling tone) : What is wrong with you? Just go to makemytrip.<br />
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Laky: Yeah. sure sure. Calm down(mumbles “Nobody wants to do the cool stuff”)<br />
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Ram: By the way, have you seen my adidas sneakers?<br />
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Laky: Yeah. forgot to tell you about that. Bharath wanted it as a souvenir in remembrance of you. But I just guess he was just stingy to buy his own gym shoes.<br />
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****At the International terminal<br />
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Laky: I wonder what his full name is. Must be something like UDRS.Raavan or DPDMP.Raavan. <br />
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Ram(gestures Laky to stop talking): I see something.<br />
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At a distance Ram sees a ten headed man wearing ten caps of the cricket teams walking down the terminal. Ram goes delirious with excitement. Laky stands up frantically. Both Ram and Laxman run towards the ten headed man.<br />
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Raavan: Before you hit me or something, I am really sorry. You don’t want to trouble a bankrupt man further.<br />
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Ram(in a threatening Hollywood hero tone, fists clenched) : What do you mean? Where is my wife?<br />
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Raavan: I mean your wife just drove me crazy man. I gave her my credit card and she just blew it up. She purchased so much jewellery that the card statement is the size of a 9 yards silk saree. Now I am so screwed and bankrupt.<br />
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Ram does not respond. He just stands calm, fists clenched.<br />
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Raavan: I mean my palace is still on EMI man. And I’m just a king. No onsite and stuff for me. I have already gone through so much in life. People have been making fun of my ten heads for long. Kids used to call me base 10 in college. Do you know how much I spend on shampoo and hair-dye? Insane man. And I get ripped off with flight tickets with their ‘per head cost’ rule. Abducting your wife was a mistake. Please forget and forgive this as if it were a bad windows bug where you click ‘dont send error report’. Your wife is waiting in the visitors room. Now if you will excuse me, I will depart.<br />
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Ram pats Raavan on his shoulder. Raavan shakes hand with Ram. Laky does a rap star like hi-five with Ram and Raavan walks off from the place.<br />
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---The End---The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-32861641729064669062012-09-06T19:07:00.001-07:002012-09-06T19:07:11.236-07:00Black And White. There is no point in teaching darkness a lesson or two in racism. It won't understand. <br />
In any case, almost every little thing under the sun has a grey shade, UNLESS you are in Antartica. Moreover, only penguins have the right to see things in black and white. That's also why they choose not to fly and play chess all day. No kidding. <br />
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But what's currently going on in Assam as well as Myanmar tells us that we are NOT living in a colorful age. Those on social media might beg to differ thanks to their over-dependence on Photoshop but lame jokes apart, racism is a grievous human shortcoming. Taking into account the way our stupidity appears now, our species may never rise above this narrow mindset. <br />
Of course, there are moments when we get hope. For instance, when Usain Bolt stretches mankind's limits on the track and is loved by everyone, irrespective of their skin tone. No wonder he is the greatest racist of all time. Errrrr, I mean he wins race and all? OK, chuck it. On a serious note, how about Mario Balotelli hugging his foster Italian mother after winning the match? And there are many more examples—especially from the world of football because UEFA may have discarded the B&W patched footballs but Europeans are still mired in racism—where tears jerk and colors turn into celebration. Wish I was talking about Holi here but I'm not!<br />
Iam a football loving adult, Even as a child, i was never a cricket-loving kid, But I was ignorant as well as racist (lethal combination), whenever my dad would watch cricket matches, as I felt all black people lived in a faraway nation called West Indies. But to compensate this notion, I used to discriminate against red ants and adored black ones. My Mom played a small but significant role in developing this psyche. She told me that black ants are good omen. I guess that's why I keep seeing these tiny creatures today even when they are not around. <br />
Being from a country which literally gave birth to racism, I don't know what is politically correct. Because a majority of my country(wo)men wish to be fair. What they don't acknowledge is the fact that despite all their lightening products, they'll still be black folks with brown skin and whiter-than-Anushka Sharma's armpit. This is also the reason why irony dies a painful death when Indians accuse others of racism. But let's get real for a minute. Humankind is inherently racist. A few words, said or unsaid, won't change that. <br />
On a more serious note, black isn’t the color of hopelessness. Hopelessness is too hopeless to have a color of its own, Nor is the term 'blackmail' Black.. it isn't. Fortuitously, unlike racism, racial jokes are always colorful.The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-86275447544568553122012-08-12T02:29:00.003-07:002012-09-26T10:53:30.503-07:00No News is Good News!Disclaimer : No journalist or media-person was harmed during the making of this blog post.<br />
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You wake up everyday. I’m sure you woke up today, too. Once you are done with that, you get started with your routine. And one of the commonest human rituals is to read newspaper or to switch on the TV for news. (Unless you are one of those lucky people who are illiterate but content with their mundane ignorance!) Now, if your day begins with news, what does it say about you as a person? You are curious? Yup, always been. Want to stay abreast of current affairs? Great!<br />
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But what exactly do you do with all that you read and learn and watch presented under the garb of news? Nothing, in most cases. Following news is just another evolutionary practice inculcated into our daily life for knowledge’s sake. There is not much one can do about a majority of stuff out there on the paper or screen. So why are we so fond of news, be it good or bad? Because we are an entertainment-loving species and news is gossip presented in a very refined manner. As elementary as that.<br />
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On a personal scale, I relish half-baked truths. I have them for breakfast daily. The French in me calls it biscuit. They call it news. To add to the misery, I read something or the other every morning which tells me I should quit reading them. But I never do. In fact, the recent events revolving around Barkha Dutt, and the 2G scam... made me realize that even some of the oldest media giant might go down for news. Meanwhile, I’ve got no doubt that the world would miraculously change for the better the day we stopped reading newspapers. But then, even if I switched to TV, I’d still be hopeless. After all, in India, the thin line separating TV news from TV soaps is almost invisible now. And this has been the case long before India TV decided to put the media in comedian.<br />
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You see, there might be absolutely nothing out there to report but our media will beautifully turn it into news for gab-hungry masses. Anyone can create news out of thin air. If nothing else works, the media can report on the thinness of the air. [No, wait, the weather bureau is already doing that, aren’t they?] Moreover, watching news destroys a few of those newsworthy moments that could have been ours. Being the minions that we are, we’ll never know what is true and what is being reported as true. Unfortunately, rumours won't give up on news at any cost and vice versa. Fortunately, the spread of fire will never catch up with the spread of its news.<br />
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One lesson newspaper teaches us every single day – better not believe every crap you read. Times changes, perceptions changes and of course, news changes. Remember when they got Osama (at last) and how he got killed by breaking news? No one was allowed to see his face nor his dead body but we somehow managed to gulp the shoddy information of his demise. At that moment, the less you looked out for news, the more you’re convinced of the sheer wastage of time and energy.<br />
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And the hard part is when they collect too many viewpoints at once and make you look confused than a newborn dinosaur. Goes without saying, the plural of news is nuisance. As a part of social experiment, we should read last week's newspapers and ascertain its relevance in present day, if at all. Or not check news, at all.<br />
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You’ll never come across a channel which will go “We’ve got breaking news for you! Damn. We just broke it!” That’s the whole point. There’s hardly anything sacred about truth or news or journalism at large. I don’t mean to sound cynical but everything is commerce now-a-minutes. And the day each one of us is happy is the day news dies.<br />
The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-64027276856727124132012-08-12T00:08:00.001-07:002012-08-12T00:10:35.949-07:00The Mumbai 'Local' Mob..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mumbai is one of those cities where life moves faster than excuses. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every one is in a hurry. Here, we don’t have time for rationality about speed and deadline. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We just work. We just do our jobs and move on to our houses for a good night sleep. </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>That’s pretty much the case in almost every other metropolitan city, which is fueled by dreams and ambitions of gigantic proportion.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mumbai is fast thanks to two reasons:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One. Coz of it’s local trains and other is the people traveling in it. They both compliment each other, pretty perfectly. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The crowd and hustle-bustle that comes with these trains in Mumbai is a legend of sorts that can’t be ignored. People literally breathe into each other’s lungs with hardly the space to share fresh air. </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>According to Wikipedia, more than 5,000 passengers are packed into a 9-car rake during peak hours, as against the rated carrying capacity of 1,700. Literally, that means, 14 to 16 passengers are standing on each square meter of floor space.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Now, imagine you are one of those 14 to 16 passengers stacked in that bogey and the train stops in middle of track. How do you feel? The answer is simple.</b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are <span style="color: #cc0000;">utterly frustrated, distressed and would want to break free.</span> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>There could be hundreds of reasons for that train to stop there. It could be failure of signal or could be overlapping of time schedule thus creating a case of traffic. It could be anything but we forget a more occurring possibility there. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It could be due to a passenger who was hanging on the foot-board a while ago, but accidentally bumped into the passing steel structures or it could be someone who just slipped off the least of support he had.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>It’s a mere coincidence that in a city of 14 million people, around 4000 people die due to accidents related to trains every single year. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I came across such incident just a week ago... when the train stopped abruptly on the 8-km distance track </span></b>(<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">which is the longest distance between two stations in whole of Mumbai</span></b></i>) <span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>creating a flutter of anxiety. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>As I was hanging on the foot-board like ‘Tarzans of Bombay’ do, I could see it quiet clearly why the train pulled the brake. It was a bloodied man lying on the side of the track. The man was in severe pain and was lifted by 3 men from Railways into the furthest bogey that the motorman occupies. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m glad I witnessed this,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but I just wonder, that it could be me or you the next time we hang onto the overcrowded train on a one footed support, to fight time and deadline!...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To Fight Time and Deadline... Seriously? :/ </span></b></div>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-43070411192993147402012-08-10T01:06:00.001-07:002012-08-11T23:42:33.791-07:00The "Once Upon A Time" sorta Thing ..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In a faraway land </span>(<i>No, Not the places <span style="color: red;">Dora, The Explorer</span> shows us</i>)<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">, there once dwelled a vain Princess, who had nothing to do, except look forward to her Prince Charming</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She was hypnotized to do so by some creepy writer who thought it was soo literary-like to dictate a lady whose only claim to distinction was her fair smooth skin and long golden locks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As scripted, she patiently waited by the window, Day in and Day out...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She hoped PC would arrive someday on a </span><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">White Horse</span></b> (<i>Which aptly makes her a bit racist!</i>) <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and help escape her moribund existence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Of course, she wasn’t sure what kind of life PC might provide her once she hops on to sidesaddle him. But the fact that she didn’t know how to clean or cook kept her confidence high and expectations low</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">More or less, the future was bound to be better out there on the wrong side of window.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Holding all these reasons in her empty head safe, she persisted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the meantime, PC took a lengthy detour and got killed in the ensuing freak accident which involved his horse and a mare.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">End result</span></b>: <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He didn’t show up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The poor Princess, unaware of this bone-breaking news, kept her faith.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While she was at it, she lost some weight too. No one bothered though as she wasn’t suffering from anorexia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Besides, the worst that could happen was some modeling agency landing up at her doorstep and window-shopping her. It didn’t matter who rescued her as long as she was loved by the idea of freedom. Whatever that means.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Meanwhile, weeks grew into months and months got substituted by years and eventually time lost track of itself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Neverthemore, the frail Princess was still lonely with no Twitter timeline to pour her frustration on nor Facebook friends to photoshop her emotions with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was advisable to learn something new like cooking, gardening or knitting but she simply wasn’t interested. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her thoughts were with PC</span> (<i>who should have been alive had he respected equine privacy</i>) <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and prayed the feeling was mutual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One afternoon, a frog enters the story timeline and startled her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He croaked,</span> “<i><b>Sweetheart, this is me – the one you’ve been waiting for all these years</b></i>.”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On witnessing a frog that spoke fluent English, the Princess turned pale and was about to faint before she blurted out,</span> “<i><b>Are you my PC?</b></i>”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This abbreviated question knotted frog’s long tongue and infuriated him,</span> “<i><b>Now who the fcuk is PC?</b></i>”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Having a pair of ears that weren’t subject to harsh words, she got scared and instantly replied,</span> “<i><b>Prince Charming!</b></i>”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The frog smiled like they aren’t supposed to on Animal Planet and was relieved to say</span>, “<i><b>Yeah! That dude’s me.</b></i>”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There was a long awkward silence and a longer staring contest between the two before the restless frog interrupted: </span>“<i><b>Well, this is the part where you kiss me and we live happily ever after</b></i>.”<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Taking the cue, she lifted him up on her soft palm and closed her to eyes to oblige. At this very instance, the inevitable happened. </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She turned into a frogess</span></b> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and there was no way to go back other than live croakily ever after.</span></div>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-58671948277988181992012-07-08T07:04:00.003-07:002012-07-10T03:11:30.288-07:00Intoxicated?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Woke up at 10 ... with a Hangover from the previous day ..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A headache soo bad that I was sooo close entitling myself as Psyduck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I do not complain though, it was worth the booze the day before</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also with a bane ache, I woke up with the craving Urge to booze again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So By 12pm, when I felt a lil better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I called up 3 of those same peeps, from the previous day, to meet up and Jam again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And it turns out I was not the only one with the Urge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soo By AFTERNOON.. we all plan to meet up and get<b> insober</b> again ..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By 1 , I leave my place... with an inebriate plan </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On My way to it .. I started to think about a few random thingies</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like how I NEVER used to Booze... and How I thought I never will.. and then, what got me started with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then Songs from Sharabi, Karam(</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Subhash Ghai flick, Some Awesome drunken songs its got</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Songs By<b> Wiz Khalifa, FUN, Kid Rock</b> etcetra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All of their Daaru Classics i would murmer..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ALSO, what would race through my mind are some extracts from Madhushaala, A treat for a Poem lover.. A Ball for a Drinker Poem Lover</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Extracts like This one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My grandpaa's favourite..</span><br />
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<b>मदिरालय जाने को घर से चलता है पीने वाला ।</b><br />
<b>किस पथ से जाऊं? असमंजस में वो भोला भाला ।।</b><br />
<b>अलग अलग पथ बतलाते सब .. पर मई यह बतलाता हूँ ।</b><br />
<b>राह पकड़ तू एक चलाचल .. पा जायेगा मधुशाला ।।</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway.. So Plan's all set for </span><b><span style="color: blue;">Jugheads</span></b>,<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Powai.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Jugheads</span></b>, <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Unrestaurant based on the Character of the Archies Comic books</span>.(<i>Actually It just tries and Imitates </i><b><span style="color: #990000;">Pop Tates</span></b>)<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Jugheads</span></b>, <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The place that once was our Casa..</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Jugheads</span></b>, <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Place where we once sneaked out of, without paying the Bill. and THEN never came back..</span>(<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Some Story</span><i> it is. A different post about that, some other Day</i>)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When it came to our knowledge that the whole management had changed.. a long time back. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we went back there again. Thinking that it would be safer now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I donno why am i speaking so much bout the place.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">coz Jugheads has nothing do with with the Post..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Only that Jugheads was the place, where the moment we placed our Derriere on the chair..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We read the Notice and learned from the manager.. That it was Dry-day, meaning No Alcohol availability, anywhere in Mumbai TODAY</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We looked at each others Faces .. Commiserate, Pitiful Faces .. that had a Doggy like Look.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The look that the Dog throws at you, when he's promised a bone.. and does not get one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But We were Maddogs.. The mercenary kind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In laymen terms.. We were Tom and Jerry's Spike.. and Not Richie Rich's Dollar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Folks born in 90's and who spent their life facing The TV in the previous decade know what I'm talking about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If I had to persuade the two girls, who had come with us to go show their Titties, to get us some booze, I would've done it!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Uhh.. I just chose not to .. *</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>ducks</b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We could'nt just give up though.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Coz There's this thing about getting drunk..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you leave ur place with a mind that you wanna get Tipsy today ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then, NOTHING ELSE can content you .. throughout the day..</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Not even Philadelphia Cheesecake ..</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyway, So while we were browsing our options viable for today.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We thought .. What is <b>Cheap</b>, <b>Easy Available</b>, and Can get us <b>Nice and Tipsy</b>..?</span><br />
THEN, <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we all came to a common decision,</span> BHANG ..<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We then said it in Chorus </span>"<b>BHANGG!!!</b>" ...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now none of us knew how to get hold of it...</span>(<i><b>Just Tagged it 'Easily Available' for the heck of it</b></i>)<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />If we've ever had Bhang before .. It was on Holi.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and at different different places.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So for starters we went down and asked the Panwala, just outside Jugheads.. If he had any Bhang on him... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Panwala, looked more like JAY BARUCHEL, Remember Jay Baruchel? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That Guy from <b>The sorceror's apprentice</b>? No? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok ..<b>Danger</b> from the '<b>Million Dollar Baby</b>' ? Niente?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Okay! That Loser from '<b>She's Outta My League</b>' ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just see The Pic ----></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So The Panwala HAS Bhang.. which he sells in a Gutkaa like small packet, The packets have it in powdered form.. which you mix in a fluid and swallow it.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I took 2 of those.. Rs.3 per packet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When in suspicion I asked, Is this thing Real? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He said NO to that..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He said</span> "<b><i>NAKLI BHANG hai.. Lekin aapka Pet Saaf Ho Jayega</i></b>"<br />
"<i><b>Abey, Jamalgota maanga terese?.. Bhang dey</b></i>" I gently reverted.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He said he had nothing else...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I looked at the Pirated Bhang in my hand ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Considering No other option at that point.. We gave this a GO!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Antique quote 'Beggars are not Choosers'.. Know what i mean?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So now.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">✔ BHANG</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">❒ Liquid to put the Bhang in</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">❒ The Place </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So we again, we took a vote</span>(<i> <b>I called all the Shots</b></i>) <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to have it in</span> <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chaas</span></b>.. <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">AMUL MASTI CHAAS </span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">precisely, and Outside the <b>Joggers Park, Hiranandani</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We got the packet out .. mixed it in the Chaas.. Swaad Anusar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Followed the ancient tradition of <b>CHEERS'ing </b>by smashing the Chaas cartons with one another .. and exuberantly took a sip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After having it..!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There was'nt a minute change in the taste..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If anything.. It started tasting like the Chaas from my natives, We term it <b>'Maathaa'</b>..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That look on our faces, THE ONE YOU MAKE WHEN YOUR OPTIMISM TROLLS YOU.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I took the bhang powder out n licked it a lil bit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It tasted like<b> Chaat Masala</b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was such a Piss off ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I felt sooo Trolled.. that Mussadi Lal would LOL me out..</span><br />
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"<b>PET SAAF HO JAYEGA?</b>"... <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Is that what Bhang is ..some sort of Hajma? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He turned the heavy abuser switch On in me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nor did my friends vaguely feel any kind of a Kick or remotely something like that... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soo We just mixed the whole thing in our Chaas... and Gulped it down the throat..</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">AND THEN, There... I felt a slight something, I'd say like a Fart in a Windstorm..</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and I recalled, How unlike everything else, Bhang takes time to get to you.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">..... </span><after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Still Sitting on the curb, outside the Joggers park..
</span></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ALL OF US<b>>></b></span></after><br />
<br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Not Talking to each other.. JUSSST Sitting there.. <br />
<br />
Past cursing the Panwala..<br />
<br />
A lotta stuff started running through our minds.. All the relevant and more than that the Irrelevant, Misclassifed, mismatched stuff</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>
From Euro Cup Final.. to Pranab Mukherjee's nominaton for the Prez of India</b></span>
<br /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>From Kunnal Nayyar, Koothrapali from <span style="color: purple;">#TBBT</span> marrying a Supa Hot Chick .. to Higg's Boson Particle.. <br />
<br />
From Bhola Zarda/Gutka .. to The Panwala who trolled Us.. </b></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Well ..Did he?? </span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
I did not feel intoxicated/high .. nor did anyone.. But a different form of sluggishness entered in.. <br />
<br />
Locking all my joints.. I sure felt like ...Stephen Hawking.</span></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok Overrated?.. </span></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">maybe Hritik Roshan from Guzarish.</span>
<br /><br />
</after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It actually felt kinda good..</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Sitting there, I started to recollect a TV series that used to come, when I was a kid.. where to finish a certain mission, the girl would stop Time, using some cards. Cardcaptors I think..</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Fictional or Real.. I just wanted the time to stop. <br /><br />
I had not felt soo quite and calm for a very long time..!<br />
<br />
Serenity and Nature had wedded that very moment .. </span><br />
<br />
AND THEN... <br />
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Why is the Dog staring at me? The Dog has a Mark on his lower left side of the Face. <b>I've seen that kind of Mark .. </b><br />It was on My friend Kevin's face.. <br />
But Kevin died 4 yrs back!!<br />
Is it my Friend Kevin?? Reincarnated..! <br />
He's the only one I know who had a mark like that..and He loved dogs.. <br />
The Dogs Eyes look a lot like Kevin's .. i.e. <b>Invisible from a Distance.</b></span></i></after><br />
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<after 30="" minutes=""><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><br />Or is it just some mad dog ... whose come for my vintage one rupee Coin from 1947. He sure is staring at my Bag .. that has the wallet .. that has the coin.. But how does he know I have a coin in there..! </span></i></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Crap..! They are dogs .. They can see and hear evrything in an out, stuff that even humans cant<br />
Half of CID cases they show on TV are solved by Dogs ..</span></i><br />
<hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><br />
<dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while="">
</dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><<b>the dog goes away</b>></hides></after><br />
<br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while="">*<b>looks around*</b></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while="">
<looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><br />
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Oh Fuck a Huge Dick in The Sky ..! </span></i>(<b>In</b> <b>The shape of the clouds</b>) <br /><i><span style="color: #741b47;">
Now it Diminishes ...<br /><b>
Is there some kinda divine message for me in there?</b><br />
Oh Yes..! I played a Prank with the Chicken Butcher's Kid, from the slums the other day..<br />
The Butchers gonna fucking Castrate me.. for it<br />
Can we get the Insurance done for Testicles?<br />
People have gotten it done for different different parts of their body.<br />
I saw it on the newspaper the other day.<br />
With or without insurance.. How do u join a Cut Penis or a Testicle man??<br />
Crap! I don wanna be a eunuch </span>*</i><b>Tensed</b>*<br />
<br />
<looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">looks around to divert himself from the thought</span></b>><br />
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Why is every Building in hiranandani of same colour..? Muddy Colour.<br />
Its like everyone's come to school with the common uniform ...</span></i><br /><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><b><i style="color: #741b47;"><</i>Looks At THE BUSINESS TOWER<i style="color: #741b47;"> ></i></b>(<i><b>A glass tower,which is not of the same brown mud colour</b></i>)<br /><b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Iska Birthday hai aaj..! </span></b><br />
<br /><br />
</looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The One friend amongst us .. who has a liver of a Pirate, and had real good control over alcohol and other broken things... somehow managed to drag the other 3 of us inside the Park.</span><br />
<br />
<<b>watching people jog</b>><br />
<watching jog="" people=""> __________________________________________<br /><i><span style="color: #741b47;">
Look at that Fat guy .. Fat as Fuck .. Fatter than the nutty professor himself .. He's gnna start panting, when he's just half crossed the Ground</span></i>
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A Lady skinier than Kate Moss also comes to Jog.. Why? she definetly works in a circus, and is made to pass through hoops as small as the ring.</span></i><br />
<after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual="">
<br /><<b>After a few other visual encounters</b>><br /><br />
</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual="">*<b>tears out the grass</b>*<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
The Mud beneath the Grass came out ..<br />
Spoiled my shirt, n Jeans. Filthified it..</span><br /><br />
</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The friend sitting beside tells me </span>"<i>Uthke Saaf Karle nah?</i>"<br /><br />
</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual="">*<b>Avoids</b>*<br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
If i could get up and tidy my attire.<br />
then I could get everyone up and run 'em to their Chores, Their Homes, Dinner Together or whteva ..</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
But<br />
'Cleanliness' Nerve and 'On The Move' Nerve .. I had neither of 'em .!</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
We just stayed there... Staring at whatever was served in front of the Eye.<br />
<br />
Stayed there till 8:30.. doing what we were doing..</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Imagine SITTING AT A PLACE FOR HOURS.. Not even moving a Leaf.. The Ass wasnt complaining either.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Just then, my Father rings me.. and tells me I have to cum home soon.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
The fear of getting screwd rushed my adrenaline.. but only to an extent, the Bhang allowed it.<br />
<br />
I still felt very Sluggish..<br />
<br />
It took me 10 minutes to get on my feet .. n bout 30 minutes 2 get everyone on their Hoofs<br />
<br />
The way we walked out of the Park, We resembled Penguins. </span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Now.. The Facedown... </span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Facing my father..</span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><br /></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After you watch al the Teen movies.. </span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You start to expect.. YOU START TO WISH, that your life TOO, was soo cliched</span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You enter your place Drunk..</span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your father</span> "<i>Son..Wait, why are you so late? Are you drunk again?</i>"</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You're Like</span> "<i>Why dont you stop bothering me? Gimme my space.. Dad</i>"</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Father does not say another word... Keeps Mum.. </span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The following morning.. Bygones are Bygones.. </span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But My Papa is nuin like it ... He's an orthodox belligerent man..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Would kill me.. if I cross a line.. Which apparently I HAVE.. on whatsoever basis you classify..!</span><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
<br />I ring the Bell.. </span></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The song playing in my mind...</span> <b><span style="color: #990000;">#S&M</span><span style="color: purple;"> </span></b>
</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><br /></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual="">"<b><i>I Maybe Bad... But I'm perfectly God At it</i></b>" - <b>Rihanna & My Father.</b><br />
<br />
He opens the door..<br />
<br />
</after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><br /></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual="">-"<i>Where the Hell have you been?</i>"<br />
-"<i>I was at Hiranandani, Paa</i>"<br />
-"<i>Why? I have warned you ... </i><b>Buff-Buff-Buff-Buff-Puff-Puff-Blah-Puff-Blah-Puff-Blah-Puff-Buff-Buff-<span style="color: #990000;">Boobs</span>-Buff-Puff-Puff-Puff Phuss</b> <i>Have I Not?</i>"<br />
-"<i>Uhhhhhgg.. Yeaa Paa</i>"<br />
-"<i>Then why is it that everytime ..</i> <b>Blupprr-bluff-buff-buff-puff-buffle</b> ..<i> Huh?"</i><br />
-"<i>Haan Papa</i>"<br />
-"<i>Kya 'Haan Papa'?? Wht did i ask you?</i>
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He's got hair on his ears...! <br />
OMG!! how come I never noticed this all these years.<br />
Look at them.. Erect Hair on the Auditory Area..<br />
Does it serve the same function as Nasal Hair? Saving the Nose with with all the Crap.<br />
So hair on the ears saves him frm hearing to all the Bullshit he does nt want to hear.. Whooaa!! Cool.<br />
BUT Can he not even hear the CRAP tat he talks at times..<br />
Or does it just Mute when he blabbers crap.</span></i><br />
<br />
-"<i>Anoop. answer me</i>"<br />
__________________________________________<br /><i><span style="color: #741b47;">
I don remember if I'v seen this on anyone else ..<br />
Last one must be Dumbledore. i suppose.. <br />
With hair on every friggin inch of the body and and Sardar Tara singh, mulund nagar sevak.</span></i>
<br />
<smiles> <br />
<does answer="" not=""><br />
"<i>Get him outta my sight</i>"- My Father Roared<br />
-"<i>Why? You think I'm Drunk? ....Here</i><br />
<gets breathe="" him="" his="" smell="" to=""><br /><<b>makes him smell his breathe</b>><br />
.... BURRPP!! "<br />
<<b>A milkish burp on his face</b>> </gets></does></smiles></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><smiles><does answer="" not=""><gets breathe="" him="" his="" smell="" to=""><br /></gets></does></smiles></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><smiles><does answer="" not=""><gets breathe="" him="" his="" smell="" to=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was made to go in my room after that</span></gets></does></smiles></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after><br />
<after 30="" minutes=""><hides a="" and="" bag="" behind..="" dog="" gives="" grin="" look="" the=""><dog a="" away="" goes="" in="" while=""><looks and="" at="" clouds,="" figures="" making="" shapes="" the=""><looks again,="" around="" divert="" mind="" to=""><looking at="" business="" the="" tower=""><watching jog="" people=""><after a="" and="" encounters="" few="" making="" more="" story="" visual=""><smiles><does answer="" not=""><gets breathe="" him="" his="" smell="" to=""><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">where the moment I hit the Bed. I was Dead</span><a burp="" face="" his="" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7292506885425232695" milky="" on=""><span style="color: black;"><br /></span>
</a></gets></does></smiles></after></watching></looking></looks></looks></dog></hides></after></div>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-76617012444587454182012-06-16T08:17:00.000-07:002012-07-20T21:19:07.228-07:00लोपदगामिनी द्वार<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do this, atleast once in ur lifetime ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Get on a Fast Mumbai Local Train .. which will not halt for atleast 4 stations.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Stand at the Door..!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Face Towards the direction the Train is moving ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now, because The Train is not going to halt for next 4 stations.. it picks up extreme speed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Your Hair is carressed backwards..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Your clothing shivers like its caught Pneumonia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You can barely open your eyes .</span>.(<i>Make sure.. you still have to look Forward.. The direction in which the train was moving</i>)<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Train travels so fast.. Its like you're in one of those Time Travelling Machines..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like, When the train stops.. It'll be 2030..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Speaking of.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ever thought what would it be like..!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>2030</b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">THE FUTURE...</b><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If I were to picture it ... I'd imagine 2030 would be a <b>Conclusive Year</b> .. Conclusion to the Big Shot Conundrums, this year... will be a Done Deal by 2030</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>For example ...</b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=*</span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">The Biggest Mystery On TV .. and amongst everyone, who live on Sitcoms ...</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>How did Ted Fucking meet his children's Mother... </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Soo this is how I see it.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In 2030, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ted's daughter is Strangling Ted to death, coz after all the blabbering.. all the Irrelevant crap bout his Lame group.. All the Bro Code.. PlayBook.. Broath.. Lemon Law.. More laws and amendments than there are in the Constitution.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Their Hook ups.. Break Ups .. Patch Ups.. that had remotely nothing to do with her mother..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now, Ted tells her..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He does not know her mother .. It was just another random girl he banged during Barney's just another Masquerade party .. after they were drunk</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To make the sex, more kinky.. They never removed their masks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And at some random day ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After a year ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Baby is dropped at his door .. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like <b>Mail</b>..</span><br />
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..........<br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span>THE WINTER FINALLY CAME ...!<b> #GameOfThrones</b>
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">=* </b><b>Two and a half Men</b> .. are Finally THREE COMPLETE MEN</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Manmohan Singh died long back ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cause of Death:- Viral Throat Infection</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nobody knew he was suffering from it .. Not even his Family.. coz apparently the symptoms include '</span><b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Inconvenience in talking .. Hoarseness of Voice .. Unclear Vocals</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">'..!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Present Prime Minister is Chamaar Abdullah ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Omar Abdullah's Evil Cousin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Rahul Gandhi still having a blast at the Dalits.. Free Food, Free stay, Free Dalit Sex</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Apple CEO Tim Cook also Dead ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cause of Death:- Piles ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That cursed CEO Chair .. eats people ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Apple still releases iOS 99</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Aishwarya Rai never got slimmer after childbirth..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Abhishek Bachchan convincing her daughter.. that LIC Agent was'nt his primary career from the beginning .. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He was an actor for real in the past ..!</span><br />
<b>#FailedAttempts</b><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sachin Tendulkar Retired long back ...!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After Rajya sabha membership .. He is now the <b>'Nagar Sevak' of Kaju Pada, Kurla.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not really..! No..! Just Kiddin </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">^_-</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its Indira Nagar..!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know .. Posh..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and yeaa Kambli still bitches over it ..!</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">People still eating each other up over Manchester United and Chelsea FC ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and India still did not make it to Football.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Their FIFA ranking goes parallel with the ageing of the Salvatore Brothers ..!</span> <b>#VampireDiaries</b><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last Time i checked in 2011 .. Salvatore Brothers were 162 yrs old .. So was India's FIFA ranking.. and its been 18 years since then.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do the Math</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Fictional way of doing this, Imagining things, while standing at the Coach Door.. is Fun ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Big Time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and I've had my part of fun doing this a lodda times ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At times .. Its <b>Time travel</b> ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At times .. I convince myself.. I'm Flying.. like BuzzLightyear</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">2 ∞ & →</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">by just bending a lil 90 deg. towards the door.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It also gives it that metaphoric feel, of </span>'Azzad Parinde' ...<b> #FreeBird #Udaan #Pankh #YourMom #NasalHair #IDonnoWhatAmITypingAnymore </b><br />
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<b>OR</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At times .. Just <b>Singing </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sing out loud .. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ofcourse when there are a few/no people around..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When you sing it, facing in the direction The Train is going ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The wind kinda reverberates back the sound .. and it gives an acoustic feel to it ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That makes you both ... The<b> वक्ता/गायक</b> and The <b>श्रोता</b> ..! which is like sooo Khool.. :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Moreover.. I sing songs that have had a <b>[</b>Travelling sequence/ Lyrics Pertaining to a Travel<b>] </b>in the Movie .</span>.<br />
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♫<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> <b>Hum jo chalne lagey.. chalne lagey hai yeh raaste</b></i></span> ♫<br />
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♫ <span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Raahi ka toh Kaam hai Chalta hi jaye</b></i></span> ♫<br />
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♫ <span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Yeh Hawayein.. Gun Gunaein, Pooche Tu Hai Kahan?</b></i> </span>♫<br />
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♫ <i><b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Do Pal Ruka.. Khabon ka Carvan..</span> </b></i>♫<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Above All ..</span><br />
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♫ <b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Gaadi Bula Rahi Hai .. Seeti Bajaa Rahi hai .. Chalna hi zindgi hai ..chalti hi jaa rahi hai</i> </span></b>♫<br />
(No! Actually.. <b>Not Above All</b>.. Infact have heard just once... )<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This Verbal Playlist .. at times is a Ball for me .. during my 30 minute Train Travel ..</span><br />
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...<br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Childlike? Amateur? Lame?</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One can term it whatever they wish like ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">but I admit .. I'm a 'Fancy Day Dreamer' ..!</span><br />
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....<br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There was just this One time .. when things went quite differently..!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In a pretty upset mood ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I Get in The Train at 11:30..</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Standing at the door of the coach ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Facing the Same direction .. As always...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dealing with the Same Speed.. As always...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Song Playing in my Earpiece</span><br />
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♫<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <i><b>Abhi Na Jao, Chodd kar.. Ke dil Abhi Bharaa Nahi </b></i></span>♫<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in a very dim volume ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Was not really listening to the song .. but, it was still keepin me in peace ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I started to look around. .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">...</span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=*</span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Man walking on the Railway Track... lost in his space .. </span>(<b>Weird Man Cave</b>)<br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Men fixing tracks .. in this poor heat .. what will they get by the end of the day? About 300-500 bucks .. Enough to feed a family ??</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">People Pooping on side tracks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">An Old Man eating stuff out of the Garbage</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><b>Then... </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><b>A station passes by..</b></span><br />
<b>Where</b>,<br />
<br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Group of Folks .. are chilling while they wait for their train to come ..</span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Shop with a young kid .. who must be 8 or 9 by age</span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Lady Police officer crying by the Pillar at the end of the platform</span><br />
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....<br />
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<b><span style="color: #666666;">Inside The Train</span></b><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Women begging with their babies</span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A 5 yr Old begging with 3yr old AND approx a 6 mnth baby ..!</span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Wannabe, in Monkey-Wash jeans .. Duplicate Rayban Glares</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Lame Ed Hardy T shirt.. with EdHardy Stiched on it.. making every deliberate attempt to get a girl.. but wont ever get one..!</span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Guy on the phone, calling out his galfrnd with weird nicknames .. possibly having his 1st relationship.. which he's pretty much gonna Fuck up..!</span><br />
(<b><span style="color: purple;">Marshall and Lily are Fictional</span></b>)<br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">=* </span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">An man in his 30's ... keepin to himself.. who was tormented by his wife again for Money</span>( '<span style="color: purple;">Expenses</span>' - in their Currency )<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">EveryOne of us .. carry a story on our backlog ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While Looking around.. when you come across just one story, that makes yours look petty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in Comparison .. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You wanna turn back and take another good look at it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But its too late.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There's always this limited window to everything ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Explaining this metaphorically by The Train example..! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In that Speed of that Train ... I could only catch a Glimpse of everything that I mentioned above ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For barely 3-5 seconds ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ofcourse except the one's that were in the Train..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Small Limited window of Time, and Opportunity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You could either Grab it .. or You could just Stand by .. and mourn about it.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Whatever you do .. Keeps you to the Hang of it for the rest of your life ..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Soo You either stand at the Coach door ..</span><br />
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<b>OR </b><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Just Pull the Chain ... Stop the Train</b></span></div>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-33356442943354710352012-06-11T00:08:00.000-07:002012-06-11T00:09:37.103-07:00IF ONLY... I had a Firm Mind ..!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>MAY 5, Apocalyptic Year</strong>(<em>Rumoured</em>)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Back home.... at 9:00 P.M(T.V. Primetime), from "The Avengers"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Movie that was most awaited ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Firstly, I sat NOT to fancy the <strong>Black</strong> "<em>Hot</em>" <strong>Widow</strong>... BUT to study...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Second... My Father did warn me.... that i'd be in the midst of the movie for real long.. jeopardizing the 'Rhythm' of my preparation...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I Had NO... What we call as '<strong>Pre-examination jitters</strong>' in laymen terms..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For the Heck of exams... I'm staring at the book now ... like a <strong>Scarecrow</strong> on a cropfield ... OR like a <strong>Dragonfly</strong> or a <strong>Damselfly</strong>(<em>who have cylindrical eyeballs so dey can't move their eyeballs.. soo you kinda poop your pants, when they stare you</em> )...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In Just about 5 minutes... I'm back with the glimpses of the movie again ..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">While I'm talking about it... i just recollect how <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Wake Up Sid!</span></strong> started the very same way..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As i reached the door... Out of Pity and Despair for myself.. I come back and pick my book.. and take it with me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If one has the book with 'em while watching something like THIS.. they are supposed to study during breaks.. and half time's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and this nested process of rounding off time .. see's its fate as the Half Time of the Game ends..!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I watched it till the very end .. till they lifted the Cup..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Bliss* :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now It was 12:30 on the clock.[ <em><strong>An Even Rounded Off Time</strong></em> ]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I switched off the T.V. .. sat there, thinking... Now i should study.. I MUST study ... Atleast A BIT..!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So #NowBlabbering</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<em><strong>An Atom in a Lower energy state E1.. may absorb the incident photon,</strong></em> <strong><em>and get excited to energy state E2</em></strong> "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<strong><em>An Atom... in a Lower energy...</em>.</strong>" (<em>looks for some paper scrap around</em>) .. "<strong><em>Lower energy may absorb an incident</em> ..</strong>"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(<em>Tears a Strip of paper from the back of The Book</em>... )</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<em><strong>An Atom in a Lower energy state E1.. may absorb the incident photon, </strong></em><strong><em>and get excited to energy state E2</em></strong> "( <em>Voice gets dimmer)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But even better..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After all the shmuck, n sappy talk when i keep the fone down .. I see that mute paper bitch a.k.a The Book .. staring at me again!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I felt i gotta study now atleast ... I have to.. coz if it goes like this .. I Flunk for sure! ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But every fibre in my body wants to sleep rite now at 2:30[ <strong>Again... An Even Rounded-off time</strong> ]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But i still open the book..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<em><strong>An Atom in a Lower</strong></em>.." .... "<em><strong>This is Crap.. I'm going to bed..</strong></em>"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">While I'm in Bed ... Gazing the <strong>Orient</strong> "<em>Rotating</em>" <strong>PSPO</strong>... on the ceiling..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I feel remorse.. for have wasted another day ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I make a promise to myself that Tomorrow morning is a fresh start ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'v fooled around enough .. So much that even a 20 hr study schedule cannot make up for it..!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Truth is... that i made the same promise to myself At Night .. <strong>AGAIN</strong>...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I literally got up the bed .. and set an alarm for early morning ... <strong>AGAIN.</strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I'm Free from all this shit, I get real choosy about my Routine, Hangout, ... PEOPLE to hang out with..!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But at times like these, Anyone or anything that saves me from This ....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Coz, sometimes I'm just staring at that thing for like hours.. but nothing gets in..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like my conscious mind and my subconscious mind are nailing somebody back there, all the time.. Medulla Oblongata maybe ( <em>I</em>'<em>v owayz felt... its a perfect porn name</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I really wish i get one of those tablets from Bradley Cooper's movie 'Limitless' .. where everything he's even just glanced once in his life.. becomes his Primary memory ....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Its not that i'm a shithead ... I'm good and intellect at soo many levels. .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I simply Lack conviction n determination to get this thing over with .. and why do i Lack it??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>JE NE SAIS PAS</strong>!! <span style="background-color: white;">(</span><em style="background-color: white;">French</em><span style="background-color: white;">)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cut pasting the data given by my father to me... Who recently made that trip.. While I'm talking about the markets of Colombo...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He asks me something .. that was a 'Second Opinion' thingy to him... and to 6 other people with him who were discussing it</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He asked me</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> "<em>Hey, How do you pronounce it?</em> '<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Addy-ddaas</span></em></strong>' or '<i><b><span style="color: purple;">Aadi-Daas' </span></b></i>(<strong>ADIDAS</strong>) ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All 6 staring at me, 3 with mouth wide open..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The mystery/charade behind me <strong>[</strong>Having a Literal Panic Attack/ Nervous Breakdown/ Pissing my pants<strong>]</strong>, when it comes to pronounciation brain teasers, goes way back..!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">About the drill that goes around here ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was a totally different crowd for me... A bit more intellectual .. a bit more egoistic.. a bit more of everything that stereotype's a Student, on a whole.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'<em><strong><span style="color: blue;">Thierry Hon-ry</span></strong></em>' </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">becomes </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Theory Hen-riee</span>'</em></strong> (<strong>THIERRY HENRY</strong>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(<b>These two just come straight to my mind</b>) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Both pronounciations literally spelt considering their spellings ...!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Back then.. <strong>Sean Paul</strong>'<strong>s</strong> </span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Temperature</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">was a new and a hot number ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and <strong>Thierry Henry</strong> was in sparkling form playing for <strong>Arsenal,</strong> <strong>NOT</strong> <strong>Barcelona</strong> ...</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Too bad i could'nt pronounce either of them .. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px;">L</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Music, Cinema and football were the Base preferrential topics we discussed in school...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and All of 'em had tricky tongue teasers..!<br /><br />Anyway.. I was the ONE, who could'nt pronounce THE <b>Sean Paul</b>...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I wouldnt even dare attempt <b>Paul</b> <strong>McCartney, </strong><strong>Evanesence</strong>, or</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 20px;"><b> </b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bjork Gudmundsdottir(</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I did not make that up</i>)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then there was this Rock band named '<strong>Styx</strong>'. I never knew how do i pronounce it..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'<strong><em><span style="color: red;">Sticks</span></em></strong>' Or '<em><strong><span style="color: red;">Sty:ks</span></strong></em>'<br /><br />Thats why 5 points to <strong>AC/DC</strong> for a simple sublime Band Name</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I would literally pronounce the <strong>Black Eyed Peas</strong> female Vocals<strong> Fergie</strong> as</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> ,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">[<strong><span style="color: purple;"><em>FUR</em>-JEE</span></strong>].. Yes ... </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I made her sound like a State Entrance exam..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and when I later learn, it wasnt '<em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Fur-Jee</span></strong></em>' but '<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Fur-Gee</span></em></strong>' ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just coz, I was Used to say '<em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Furjee</span></strong></em>'...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Furgee</span></em></strong>' would sound, weird and pathetic to me...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But with time .. <strong><em>Furgee</em></strong> started to sound Catchy .. n <em><strong>FurJee</strong></em> ... Kinky :-|</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Speaking of Fergie...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It would always puzzle me how to Pronounce Manchester United Manager’s name that was '<strong>Sir Alex Ferguson</strong>'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Was it '<span style="color: blue;">Alex Fur</span>(<strong><span style="color: purple;">JOO</span></strong>)<span style="color: blue;">son</span> or <span style="color: blue;">Alex Fur</span>(<strong><span style="color: purple;">GYU</span></strong>)<span style="color: blue;">son</span>??</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then When I saw <strong>THE TIMES OF INDIA</strong>, An Authentic newspaper naming him as '<strong>Fergie</strong>' ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and,</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Estaba en paz</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span></strong><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">spanish<strong>)</strong></em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> .. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">From Cinema ... The First name that comes to my mind.. that i could write but could never pronounce was ... </span><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Arnold Schwarzenegger ... </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then there's </span><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kim Basinger</span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">..pronounced as </span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: blue;">BAY-singer</span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> .. n not "</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bass-Singer</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cate Blanchett..pronounced as '<span style="color: blue;"><b>BLANCH-it</b></span>' ... and Not "<span style="color: purple;">Blanket</span>" or "<span style="color: purple;">BLANCH-ett</span>"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Martin Scorsese ... as '<span style="color: blue;"><b>Score-SES-eeeee</b></span>' .. Not anything that makes it sound like a Bladder disease.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span>….</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Another dilemma I get to face is The Brand Names ...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />It has always been a challenge<br /><br />Its been quite a conundrum to me, as to how different does <strong>NIKE</strong> become.. If I pronounce it as '<em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Naik</span></strong></em>'</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(<em>Honoring a marathi martyr</em>)</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> instead of '<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Naai-Key</span></em></strong>'</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Rightly Claimed One</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">OR<br /><strong>LEVIS</strong> .. for '<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Lae-Viss</span></em></strong>', and not '<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Lee-Wise</span></em></strong>'</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(<em>As the Swagger's pronounce it, when they get One of these</em>)<br /><br />....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The other day at the Airport...<br /><br />I was on call with my Father... He asked me on the phone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<em>Which hand bag have you taken with you?</em>"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Jeen frann-sois</span></strong></em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span><strong style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">JEAN FRANCOIS</strong><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">) </span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Papa</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" (</span><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Regardless of how it sounds.. I jst wanted him to know that I had this XYZ bag..! </b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A voice came outta sumwer</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> "<em><strong><span style="color: blue;">zhawn Fran-swaw</span></strong></em> "</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I looked around...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was the guy sitting beside me in the Boarding Area..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I gave him a Pale look..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Asshole repeated himself ..</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> "<em>Its not the way you said .. It is</em><strong><em> <span style="color: blue;">Zhawn franswaw</span></em></strong>"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It really pissed me .. that jst coz that OCD basterd had nuthin to do... so he had ears on me..!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now ... One can mock somebody over this as much as they are unaccountable for ...<br />But noone gets this .. that this practise is soo Incorrigible<br /><br />bcoz all of these names I pronounce incorrectly are <strong>PROPER NOUNS</strong><br /><br />People pronounce 'proper nouns' in many different ways...<br /><br />Typically, there is one correct or accepted way of pronouncing the word...<br /><br />However.. sometimes, there is a division about it.<br /><br />Often, too, people pronounce words differently based on their dialect and their home area.<br /><br />For example ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>MTV VJ</strong> and <strong>RJ Jose Covaco</strong> ... pronounces his name '<em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Hoezaay</span></strong></em>' coz its a Mexican name.. and its pronounced there that way...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but generally who ever has their name <strong>Jose</strong> in India pronounce it as <strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Joe-cee</span></em></strong>...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That’s Mexican Dialect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mexicans also pronounce '<em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Angel</span></strong></em>' as '<em><strong><span style="color: blue;">An-ghael</span></strong></em>'<br /><br /><strong>=></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then.. <strong>Richard</strong> is pronounced as '<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Rich-urd</span></em></strong>' all over the world ... whereas the Russians pronounce it as '<strong><i><span style="color: blue;">Rikard</span></i></strong>' </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Source:- The Girl With the Dragon Tatto</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There's a friend of mine .. on twitter who stays in <strong>Louisville, Kentucky</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He also says ... that there many people, who pronounce Louisville as '<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Loo-wee-ville</span></em></strong>' ,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">While others pronounce it as '<span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Loo-uh-vul</em></strong>'</span> .<br /><br /><strong>=></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then there was a reference in '<strong>TLC- </strong>Travel n Living Channel' bout a place in Richmond, VA, where there's this <strong>Powhite Parkway</strong>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I noticed some people pronounce Powhite as '<b><i><span style="color: purple;">po-white</span></i></b>'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">while others as '<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Pow-hite</span></em></strong>' more like 'Pow-height'<br /><br />Now these are people of the same community and vicinity.<br /><br />.....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There a lotta other references .. whose pronounciations .. differ unanimously ... differing as per the Area..</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(</span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Where, Area ranges from a Small Community to a Country</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Like <strong>Porsche</strong> ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Porsche is pronounced as '<em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Por-schhh</span></strong></em>' in India and many places ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but German's pronounce it as '<span style="color: blue;"><em><strong>Porsch-aaa</strong></em>'</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>CHAMPAGNE</strong> in France is literally pronounced as '<strong><em><span style="color: #134f5c;">Chamm-Paag-ney</span></em></strong>'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Above All ...The Word <strong>Pronounciation</strong> is pronounced different in different countries ... Some places its .. '<strong><em>Pruh-nun-cia-shun</em></strong>' and otherwise '<strong><em>Pro-Noun-Cia-Tion</em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> [</span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Not That '</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pronounciation</span><em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">' is a proper noun... It was just a Conclusive gesture for the post</em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It Could've sa</span><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">ved me a lotta .. I donno .....'Something' (<strong>For The Lack Of A Better Word</strong>) :D ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ghatkopar Station... Platform number 1, Last pillar just around the Ladies Coach ... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There lies a little Curb .. Where the first person i loved, grabbed my hand so tight ... that was above all the Leisure .. all the intimacy, we ever Had ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That for me.. was above all the fortune, known to mankind!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To think .. now it feels like it just happend yestrday, ... but the incident occured in 2009 on August 7th... 6:30.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I barely went ghatkopar after that ... the place haunted me... still does a lil bit and even if i did, i barely went 2 That Curb ... and whenever i DID go to That Curb ... i REMEMBER it... like Dated remember it..!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The reason behind me bringing that up is ... Weneva I've been to That Curb on the station platform .. i.e. atleast in 6 months... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I figure out the way i have changed since then. The way i've nurtured myslf .. The way I've sabotaged myself.. The way I've developed ... or the way I've degraded .. The way i 've Grown up... or do I even look like 1 ... ?? ( <b><em>SO FAR NOTT</em> </b>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Am i still in love with her ... or have i moved on?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By Comparing <strong>My Present</strong> with the <strong>Past</strong> and <strong>The Later Past</strong> .. as in the [<strong>The Previous Time</strong>] I was there.. and the</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> [<strong>1st time on 7th August, 2009</strong>] </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">when it happened ..!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I use that particular event as a Landmark ... that solves the purpose of a SHRINK in my life ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have noticed it leads to the actual Math of life ...</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <strong>[</strong> (<em>What you are today</em>)-(<em>what you were Back then</em>) <strong>]</strong>,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What you get is the change that occured ... See what does it look like?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You've Gained? ...Lost?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What does the graph of it look like..? Does it RISE? Does it FALL? is it a CURVE?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">or is it irregular like THE HEART BEAT?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Any Event... Be it a Place... an Occasion... Be It a Person.. Anything that has/had MOVED you for a while ..!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let that moment .. that Event, be a STARTING LINE to a completely New Race in life.. and after every LAP ... You look and analyze your Performance... You will certainly realize .. when you've reached THE FINISH LINE ... i.e. when you're content with yourself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is an exercise that your Mind does, ...and you're not even aware of it. It just gets overlooked... But when you notice it happening... You can have a deeper view to this thing... and can make a note of it..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now.. Apart from the Gain or Loss ... There are a few Exceptions in this case... that one comes across... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Not exceptions exactly... Lets say Applications Of The Checkpoint Theory... explained in 3 forms/phases</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A Phaze where witnessing someone's conquests at ONE time, you realize.. where do you stand.. and make a proper path for yourself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When you FEEL the repercussions of your Actions .. A.K.A EPIPHANY</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'll Explain it with a very adequate example..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leaves his Home.. at 7 in the morning .. sits near a Tea Shop, and makes very vehement attempt to flirt any gal or lady passing by..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Drives and earns 9k ... Gets over with his Driving at 6, then he goes n gets Drunk....!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He returns home at Midnight and God knows what PLAY he puts on at his Home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Since one week he had been noticing something weird about his Elder son of all four.. <strong>WHO AGED 17</strong>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somebody spilled the beans.. that he had been delivering Newspaper in the morning, and was working as a Data-Entry employee everyday after college ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When he was acquinted with this news, and was in a turmoil of emotions.. He came across another NEWSFLASH that day .. that His wives were working too. They were Maids, and worked behind his Back ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He goes home that day, DRUNK AGAIN with a certain rage assuring himself... that he's going to appetite his own PLAY.. that he puts on everyday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But when he enters his place, He Watches his kids n realizes, that all of his kids, had been wearing the particular 2 pair of clothes for over a time span he could not even recollect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He did not say a word.. Went to bed, pretending to be asleep.. but stayed up all night. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every Deed was of his was Magnified and came back to him that night ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<em>At the age when i got married(</em>i.e. 17<em>) n was roaming around with no job.. My Son throwing newspapers, Goin college, Doing a 2nd job.. is working full time.. n i felt my 9000 bucks ws FILLING n FEEDING my Family</em>"</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">... </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In a week he got rid of the driving Job... He works as a peon at a Hospital now and is a Night Guard at one of the ATM's ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Fact that we get to see very Rare of him ... showcases his INCARNATION ... or THE AWAKENING that got him out of his kakoon</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You may be satisfied by the way it is You may Not Be ... Either you're not bothered .. or you just cant help it ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At This point, you might just realize, you've been going through with the same routine, for a very very long time... and you certainly need a change</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You Realize for a long time you've been fooling around, with No Strings Attached.. You make a serious move towards that relationship.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you've been working as a vagabond all your life, you plan to settle down .. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Whatever it is ... break the regular routine,<em> FOR A CHANGE</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you're Content with the inertia, that your life is in .. <em>KEEP AT IT</em> .. </span></div>
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<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">THE VOID STATE</span></b></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Absence Of That Particular person ... who made, that Event momentous ... which you now consider as Checkpoint... is what gets a person in VOID State ... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You may be Way Better in Life at that moment, than you were back then... but nothing in the </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You maybe able to change that, maybe not.. but if there's any way you can FEEL that Void, and you can FILL it .. Dont Leave that leaf Unturned...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For me it is a Daily exercise now... For an Instance.. The neighbours kid ... when he had his 1st milk tooth broken .. and when he did all the crying and mourning... It brought back my memories of that time ... that even at that age, my major concern was that 'I'm gonna be a bachelor forever' ... and the way i was pampered ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">These lil moments do bring a smile... Look out for them ..</span></div>
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<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>The Anoop Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118751783865244750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292506885425232695.post-16960454350140292282012-06-10T23:36:00.002-07:002012-06-10T23:36:18.743-07:00A PENGUIN PROPOSAL!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When a male penguin is smitten on a female penguin... He kinda searches the entire beach to find the perfect pebble to present to her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When he finally finds it, he waddles over and presents the stone by placing it at her feet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> If she accepts, they'll be life-long mates. Sort of an Engagement thing, that we do....!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">GOOD LUCK CHUCK</span></div>
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