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eruptions of a volcanic mind: January 2012

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Eruptions of a volcanic mind. The white smoke, the purple haze and the molten lava underneath all make me so unstable. Tuesday, January 17, 2012. You walk down the alley. The dark moon rising. Fading embers from a blown out fire. You can feel life forms in the darkness but can’t see a thing. You try not to see and run away to freedom. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Chariot of the Gods. The India Uncut Blog. There Is Nothing As Unpatriotic In A Free Country As Coercion.

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daysofengg.: Eyes..

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Sunday, January 25, 2009. Eyes-windows of our mind and heart. Beacons that allow us to gaze and understand the things around us-good and bad, love and hate, peace and violence, lust and passion and most importantly emotions. Eyes give us an account of one's body language and attitude. Nazar hai kajal se dhaki hui. Nasha hai inme bhari hui. Doob jane do hame is nashe main. Kya pata le jayegi yeh hamein kahan". Sunday, January 25, 2009. January 25, 2009 at 2:28 AM. Jee karta hai dub jaun uss nashe mein.

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daysofengg.: STILL...

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Friday, March 13, 2009. A smile, though, costs nothing,. Still, is often hard to find in a human being. Sorrow, suffering and everywhere grief,. Still, it’s hard to believe. Tears roll down from the eyes,. Still, it’s the heart that silently cries. The heart knows no bounds,. Still, the mind has its way around. Life is full of uncertainties,. Still, a ray of hope always exists. The world, sometimes, seems grey,. Still, the colors of life never fade away. Friday, March 13, 2009. March 13, 2009 at 12:44 PM.

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daysofengg.: RHYTHM

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Sunday, March 22, 2009. Rhythm flow of the gushing rivers,. Criss-crossing the beautiful mountain terrains,. Rhythm chirping of the birds,. Fills up the place with their beautiful carols. There, I lay down,. With nothing in this world to bother me,. Only the sereneness of time,. And beauty in its prime. My mind wonders through the greenery,. My heart longs for someone special,. I wish, I could be as free as the eagle,. The sky being my dwell. Just you and me,. Just the film of air between us,. View my co...

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daysofengg.: first days of engg. at NIT Rourkela

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Thursday, January 31, 2008. First days of engg. at NIT Rourkela. One must be wondering, why a guy like me who is in his Pre-final. Year of engg. at NATIONAL INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY,ROURKELA. Would write such a topic that most juniors would want to forget.the freshman years and of course the dreaded ragging period. Minutes ticked by and similarly hours and there were goosebumps in my stomach.i also couldnt fone home as didnt have a mobile at that time. So,it was a hell of an experience which i didnt expec...

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daysofengg.: A Bitter Truth

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010. I dont know why i am writing this but i feel i should. Its been over a year since i have written something. Didnt feel like writing just for the sake of it, but life has taken various twists and turns. The pressure of being in a profession does really take a toll on one`s mind and body. Getting to know new people, making new friends and contacts, people sometime forget that they have friends who were there with them in thick and thin times. Tuesday, September 28, 2010.

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daysofengg.: July 2009

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009. A void filled me up just as I gave my last exam paper. Everyone felt elated around me knowing the torture of giving exams were over. Mugging up, walking in the corridor of the hostels with someone’s notes and smoke of the cigarettes filling up the rooms and walkway were the normal things during exam time. Well, the one aspect that stands out is the NIGHT OUT thing! But, but, but…. Luckily the night canteen was still open and 5 of us ate MAGGI. Wednesday, July 29, 2009.

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A RED HERRING: September 2010

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Monday, September 27, 2010. The Illusion of Memories. Sunday, September 26, 2010. A Tryst with Reality. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I have nothing to declare except my genius. The Illusion of Memories. A Tryst with Reality. Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. A Lie Too Far? Bhasha Andolan, Orissa: A Short History. Youth Curry - Insight on Indian Youth. The Difficulty of Being Good - in Journalism. When Love Is Not Enough. Pen of a Paranoid. Nothing like getting paid! Eruptions of a volcanic mind.

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A RED HERRING: October 2010

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Monday, October 18, 2010. On Pornography in General. This topic has been written in a moment of epiphany by the author as he struggles with porn-starved existence for the past fortnight. It’s always the ubiquitous stuff; we miss and need the most.]. A man is the sum of his experiences. A woman must also be, but I am deliberately being sexist as the topic might be slightly misogynist. Things that seem onerous and obsolete now, like sex stories or browsing for porn used to be like drops of nectar in those ...

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A RED HERRING: January 2010

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Monday, January 18, 2010. A Paean to Friendship. Being endowed with a deeply cynical outlook towards life and all that comes with it, I have rarely paused to ponder about such stuff. Such thoughts are generally relegated to the locked attic in my brain which I rarely pay a visit, and if so its a perfunctory one, whose sole purpose is to reaffirm my own humanity. I have realized the magnanimosity of my friends of yore, who have conveniently looked beyond my shortcomings of nature. I have realized that...