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I, me, myself...: Of mumbling martians and murmuring earthlings...
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I, me, myself. Wednesday, March 14, 2012. Of mumbling martians and murmuring earthlings. Without further ado, let me introduce you to the Mumbling Martian. A blogger who writes the way I would have wanted to {given a chance to restart and start all over and all that. but you get the point}. Inherent humor, a good command over the language and the most appealing part - the ability to laugh at one's own shortcomings/ miseries without invoking pity or sounding lame. You are gonna create quite a storm soon!
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I, me, myself...: The Void
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I, me, myself. Friday, February 25, 2011. This is a topic of constant debate between me and a dear friend of mine. What is The Void. The capitalization is intentional - it's what differentiates The Void. From space void and programming void) And more importantly, how is The Void. Different from just being alone or feeling lonely (which in themselves are quite different. being alone is physical. feeling lonely can happen in a crowd). How is it still different from being lonely? Atleast not that easily) An...
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I, me, myself...: December 2011
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I, me, myself. Sunday, December 25, 2011. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Like they say, better late than never. Warning: Humongous post (I know all my posts are, but this is dinosaur sized! Even by my own standards! To know the story in short, just go thru the pics in S's FB profile. Note to self: Never keep a post for too long in drafts. especially the long ones. Finished dinner, went to S's place to sort the dresses, came back to room and slept off. Reached in the morning at the expected time....
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I, me, myself...: Of let downs and betrayals..
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I, me, myself. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. Of let downs and betrayals. 8220;Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.” ― Lady Gaga. As you think over the wisdom of those thoughts, you begin the feel the rumble in the bronx. And you know you have to do it. And you let it go, hoping it would be smooth and simple. silent and carefree. And you say out aloud "This work is so shitty, it actually stinks here! June 8, 2012 at 11:35 PM.
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I, me, myself...: The WTF diaries..
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I, me, myself. Friday, March 16, 2012. Life has a lot to offer - sometimes good, soemtimes bad. life tests you, surprises you, trips you, bewilders you. sometimes it makes you go weak in the knees, sometimes it lets you show your strength. And sometimes, it just makes you go WTF! Here is a tribute to some such moments - without which, life would probably have been less depressing. but also less interesting. Even though I like to write loooong posts, to keep my readers alive. All 3 of them). I was thinkin...
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I, me, myself...: February 2012
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I, me, myself. Friday, February 10, 2012. Like an old photograph. Time can make a feeling fade. But the memory of a first love. 8220;The future for me is already a thing of the past -. You were my first love and you will be my last”. 8213; Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan: Love And Theft. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The other side of me. I actually started out with writing a few lines that rhyme and eventually, started with this blog. You can find those literary mishaps. View my complete profile.
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I, me, myself...: May 2012
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I, me, myself. Saturday, May 19, 2012. They say that you only see what you want to see and that beauty is in the eye of the. Beholder. that truth is nothing but what one accepts as true and that seeing is believing. That good or bad is relative and that we have just created an illusion of norms to make ourselves look safe and sane. And that's just some of the many nice ways of saying we are all prejudiced. in one way or the other. abt one thing or another. Tell her what to do, I am bossy and dominating.
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I, me, myself...: Life is a giant jigsaw puzzle...
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I, me, myself. Sunday, September 11, 2011. Life is a giant jigsaw puzzle. And I am missing most of the pieces. That seemingly innocent, philosophical sounding comment, just manages to sum up my whole life in one sentence. Before. but for once, I seem to understand what is missing. or I think I do. And for all the people who know me, no. it's not a relationship that I am talking about. that can wait. things are far more grave. Stop whining you lucky B* * *! I wish I knew where I wanted to go,. The Life th...
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I, me, myself...: September 2011
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I, me, myself. Sunday, September 11, 2011. Life is a giant jigsaw puzzle. And I am missing most of the pieces. That seemingly innocent, philosophical sounding comment, just manages to sum up my whole life in one sentence. Before. but for once, I seem to understand what is missing. or I think I do. And for all the people who know me, no. it's not a relationship that I am talking about. that can wait. things are far more grave. Stop whining you lucky B* * *! I wish I knew where I wanted to go,. Getting int...
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I, me, myself...: past TENSE!
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I, me, myself. Monday, August 29, 2011. I have been asked this question a couple of hundred times. And I have always managed to get away with gibberish. And the million dollar question has been: When I did 9yrs of schooling in Mumbai, then why, oh why, did I join an engineering college in Trichy? So here is the unbelievable-but-true, the too-good-to-be-real-yet-possible, the truth-is-stranger-than-fiction sort of story, of what really happened and why I made the move from way west to way south. The great...
