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When I look back: The Fatal Conversation
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When I look back. Friday, October 12, 2007. Various sources have pointed me out that I should put a warning here. The writing is total shit. The matter is trivially trivial . The emotion is a mere blank. But even then if u want to read this particular article carry on. Please dont blame me. From the day I joined freescale I found out that a new set of people are so interested in my life. So even when I'm fighting with the pantry boy over "wheres the biscuit packet? The fatal conversation :. Oh sorry Sir&...
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When I look back: Being We: 'The Rest of Us'
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When I look back. Sunday, April 7, 2013. Being We: 'The Rest of Us'. 8230; Once again we are attacked. Once again we are shattered and once again. We point our fingers. But, hold on, before we drop that finger, we should seek answers,. Answers to these continuing hostility and violence. Not from the government, but from,. Where the other three fingers are pointing towards. Not surprisingly, they are pointed at. Well, we all know, there are a few fanatics in our society, in every community, and these.
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When I look back: June 2008
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When I look back. Wednesday, June 18, 2008. Yes, I killed. It was me. Kya kar loge. kuthe ke aulaton. I'm telling, it is me. Come kill me. take revenge. Main bol raha huna. Yes, It was me. Fu* you all. you dogs. He was tied, and was being taken away by four attendees. No marks for guessing. A Mental Hospital. Chutkoo. he was my friend. well, till then he was my friend. and remained so only for another two n a half hrs. The thin, lean and short . he was the chutkoo in our C-52 gang. But our chutkoo had to.
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When I look back: MMMM... Me, My Mischiefs, and Miscellaneous
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When I look back. Monday, October 22, 2007. MMMM Me, My Mischiefs, and Miscellaneous. Quoting from one of my previous posts,. Well, I decided not to continue with the rest of my " failure series. But I still reserve the right to decide whether a story will come under "failure series" or not. Don't I? Thus exploiting the loop hole in the decision I took, I'm writing about one of the miscellaneous. Crushes and let me remind you once again, ."based on true life incidents". Suddenly one chechi came to the st...
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When I look back: Savere... Savere... Yaaron se milne...
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When I look back. Sunday, June 8, 2008. Savere. Savere. Yaaron se milne. When you used to run to school carrying 10 KG bags, your mom running behind you to keep the lunch box inside. Yaron se milne.". This an incident from those days of my life. and I warn you, it is a very filmy story. I still remember the look. Those two eyes staring at me. Big round eyes. full of anger. That was the very first meeting. She was angry at me. and she had every reason to be. She was arguing with her mom. toh kya. Woooo Th...
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When I look back: Sanjaya Uvaacha. Part - 1
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When I look back. Tuesday, November 13, 2007. Sanjaya Uvaacha. Part - 1. And in his Luxurious Palace sat, Dhritarashtra, blind, both visually and willingly mentally too. Yes, ofcourse he was worried about all his 100 sons fighting the pandavas. But how could he get those updates on the war that is happening arround 53.4 KM from his palace. Star News! Dhritarashtra" is a very lengthy word and it is very. Difficult to remember the spelling so. Aka Mr D. Think about a man who had to tell a father that a...
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When I look back: Not now... Not ever...
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When I look back. Monday, January 16, 2012. Not now. Not ever. It woke me up. She was shouting at me. and was weeping. I had hardly closed my eyes for a few minutes. I saw her sitting on her coir cot, holding her walking stick, a brown wooden one. She was shouting at me, mumbling a lot of things which I failed to understand. I was lying on the floor. She had thrown me out from the bed. It took me a while to understand what was going on. I know her from the time she lost her legs. One day he took her to t...
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When I look back: February 2008
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When I look back. Friday, February 22, 2008. While ( 1 ) dream. After the major assault on him at the badminton court, he was feeling even weaker, vulnerable. He had not had food for the whole day. His stomach has been in the bypass mode. For the past two days. He was all dehydrated. By the end of this "just another day at office" the tiger was too tired. He was having fever too. So he went back to his den early. Still a tiger is a tiger. isn't it? Papa was near by too. He was telling,. He was with his p...
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When I look back: When moments decide years
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When I look back. Thursday, November 29, 2007. When moments decide years. Being the only 4-stroke 220 CC bike produced in India, I always had this feeling of being superior to others. With a Digital Twin Spark Fuel Injection , a mind-blowing 20bhp and a maximum torque of 1.95 kgm at 6500 rpm, I call myself the most advanced bike. Of India. About the looks,. even with sakshal Brad Pitt. Riding me, I could make every single gal on the road tell " wow. what a bike. And then a bit later " was that Brad Pitt?
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When I look back: Here I start... My first time... "Making of a frustoo"
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When I look back. Saturday, September 15, 2007. Here I start. My first time. "Making of a frustoo". My first blog. and like every first time stuffs, i'm a bit tensed now too.let me introduce myself. Quoting a testimonial by one of my friends. The Biggest Frustoo in the history of BIT". Thanks there buddy. Well, I donno whether I'm the biggest frustooo n all. but 'm sure of making it to the all time frustoos. Of BIT, Mesra. Guys I'm talking someone's personal stuff here. so. hush. What if. what if her...
