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The TimePass Of India: March 2015
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The TimePass Of India. Diary of a 50 day old baby. Dear diary, I was so happy when I was inside, now I am out and it is kinda cold and bright outside. Met many strange people today. So tired. Need to sleep. Dear diary, this is kinda embarrassing, I farted today. I think all the strange people in this house heard me and clapped and laughed like it’s some kinda miracle. I am beginning to like these guys. I like lunchbox lady. Every time I start crying I get fed. It is a lot of work for me but good ...Stran...
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The TimePass Of India: October 2013
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The TimePass Of India. But what I CAN tell you is how a guys mind works and how, slowly but surely, she becomes the one! The one, he could fight for against the world. Love might be a beautiful word, but its manifestation is only through the fight you are going to put up for it. So why is she the one? The one you would put up a fight for. Agaisnt the world. Against God, if the need be. What does she do? She reads up about the Game of Thrones, just to because you are having sleepless nights,. Your friends...
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The Book | The Maven Haven
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Zero Percentile – Missed IIT Kissed Russia. Zero Percentile 2.0 – Missed IIT Kissed Gurgaon. November 5, 2009. I had that perpetual itch to write. It’s that kind of a thing which has the capability to destroy. I thought it (the itch) was under control till I dabbled with bits and pieces of insignificant nothings. Madness began when I decided to do the unthinkable. I began to write a book, in fact ‘The Book’. Laquo; Once ubiquitous! A storyteller is hidden inside all of us. On November 8, 2009. Your comm...
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The TimePass Of India: Letter to my unborn child...
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The TimePass Of India. Letter to my unborn child. You will be here in a few days and I feel completely unprepared. I was, what I like to call "baby ready" right out of engineering college. I had begun liking kids and couldnt wait to have my own. I waited 8 years for you to come in my life. And now that you are almost here, I feel completely unprepared. I was 14 when I first met your mother. And she was just 13. It must be funny imagining you parents to be little, no? But tell you what, in all the years t...
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The TimePass Of India: June 2014
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The TimePass Of India. Lovers. Strangers. Friends. In no particular order. She bumped into him. It was like bumping into a brick wall. She had almost forgotten how strong and fit he was. Well, maybe he wasnt all that fit. It had been quite some time she had been in a man's arms. Even a teddy bear the right size would do right now. What do you want for dinner? Nothing with tomato in it" she said. Your cheeks look just like them? My cheeks look like tomatoes? She had been bunking classes. He was in the...
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The TimePass Of India: March 2014
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The TimePass Of India. Why I will not vote this election! You either die a hero. Or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain (From the Dark Knight). I will tell you a couple of stories before I start making real points that have some chance of swaying your vote, let me tell you a few stories first, simply coz that is the only thing I am good at. I let it go. Okay So, I wil let that sink in. How did he make it alive? How does one catch the bus then? How was this okay? I let it go. I was 18 ...
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The TimePass Of India: May 2015
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The TimePass Of India. Diary of a 100 day old baby. To read the baby’s first 50 days of diary – go here. Day 51: Dear diary, what great 50 days it has been. I have got amma lady lunchbox attending me all 160 hours of the day, I don’t really know how many hours there are in a day, I fall asleep a lot, to keep any track of time, you see…. Day 55: Daddy strange man came today and spent first 42 mins kissing me. Okay, it might be lesser, I have no idea how long a minute is. Who wants to be kissed? Something ...
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The TimePass Of India: July 2013
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The TimePass Of India. When the train reached the platform, like all trains, it was inspected. Inspected for an empty seat. Preferably window seat, a place to stand, on one foot if the need be. From the time a mumbaikar could stand, he was baptised in the fire of entering a crowded train. Usually from Mulund, Bhandup or worse Kanjurmarg. No mumbaikar got down at Kanjurmarg, a single platform station, but more than a million entered an already full 12 car rake. Gaitonde: Why do you call for, O Mirchi seth?
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The TimePass Of India: June 2013
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The TimePass Of India. The case of the missing semi-colon Or Why Indians like mediocrity? Note: Annoying and preachy post. It is not important." I said. Yes, it wasnt. What importance does a semi colon have in a report that is 16 pages long! At first, I thought it was my male ego rejecting an improvement by a girl (who might be a couple of times more intelligent than me), but then when I thought about it objectively - Did the the absence of a semi-colon reduce the quality of the content in any way? She s...
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The TimePass Of India: February 2014
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The TimePass Of India. 8 things you get to eat only in Mumbai. Okay, first, the title is misleading - when I say ONLY in Mumbai, I mean the good stuff is in Mumbai. Like - in my Bschool at Gurgaon, they served a mis-mash of potatoes and oversized buns (which for some reason had a sweet aftertaste) which the mess would lovingly call - bhaji pao! But what pissed me off was that my north Indian colleagues, perfectly sane 99 percentilers, loved this mixed vegetable masquerading as pav bhaji. With him to serv...
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