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brokenimages: Bleeding Hearts
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Friday, December 5, 2008. I dislike labels and I dislike people who act according to what their self-chosen label tells them to do. Life often asks upon us to deliver extraordinary responses which our label may not allow us to indulge in. And I must confess an increasing sense of dismay these last couple of months as every belief I have held to, save one, has come crashing around me. Is all innovation good? Can numbers triumph over the ills of everyday life? If you are not part of the solution,then you a...
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brokenimages: I can't write anything sober...Its' hopeless
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Thursday, December 4, 2008. I can't write anything sober.Its' hopeless. What was that you were saying about your stand on the blasts? Its compelling i must say :P. You know how the nescafe ad goes open up open up? Ok i love that ad. when i come to bombay i will sing sober up sober up in the same ditto tune. over and over and over. December 4, 2008 at 7:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I cant write anything sober.Its hopeless. View my complete profile.
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brokenimages: June 2008
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Thursday, June 12, 2008. An emphatic yes. Would it have been fun if Monkeyman and Chotu weren't there? An even more emphatic No. This journey was carved out of paid leave at office - post entering the big bad corporate world :) Student life's never going to come back. Being apart from Chotu helped me realise how important she is in my life. Why is she so important? How can someone stand up with confidence each time, focusing only on his goal and not be afraid or scared? Monday, June 9, 2008. Some locales...
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brokenimages: October 2008
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008. Cocoons of silence enrapture me. A medley of insanity in wine. And while they converse in whispers. I see every loose end, every pattern. The blue see beckoning me. Into her delightful arms gasping. I pause greedy for breath. To still the shooting pain. I stumble past a dark alley. Still looking for a reason spent. For years a beacon had helped shape. The direction my life had flown. Emboldened, I would scatter cynics. Non-believers to my chosen faith. To turn the weak into me.
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brokenimages: April 2008
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008. A very difficult state to attain not unlike nirvana - but no one knows what it means to be there. Things that question your state of maturity:. 1) Claiming that you are mature. Textbook Catch 22. As a close friend of mine who keeps insisting that she is more mature than me put it, this only reinforces your childishness. Obviously she is immature too :). 3) Throwing tennis balls at dustbins to test your aim. Highly questionable activity. Bound to raise eyebrows everywhere. I gues...
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brokenimages: March 2008
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Saturday, March 22, 2008. Why is drinking alone so misconstrued? Is such behaviour (classically referred to as problem drinking) dangerous for the individual? Or could it be very inocuous? After all people do eat, watch movies, play computer games alone. Why does alcohol carry so much social stigma? Thursday, March 20, 2008. The Great Indian IIM Mela Part 1. Is it possible to spew out everything you have learnt in the last few years to rank strangers over and over again all day? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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brokenimages: November 2008
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Friday, November 14, 2008. The Age of the Liberal. I rail against my oppression. Together we shall defy timelessness, misery and death. Together we shall wreak vengeance against those who seek to tie us down. For the undying spirit soars far above what you can understand. What is my nationality? What is my language? I do not know nor do I care. For I am neutral and serene. I am no one and yet I am everyone. I will not yield. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Age of the Liberal. View my complete profile.
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brokenimages: March 2010
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Saturday, March 13, 2010. 2009, a year without parallels. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 2009, a year without parallels. View my complete profile.
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brokenimages: Careless Whispers
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Wednesday, September 3, 2008. Mere whispers running amok. Riddling me with doubt. If rules are never kept. Why must I keep faith. All around me they drive. With debris of failure. And yet they hold true. Without a trace of failure. September 20, 2008 at 12:48 AM. Someone's always forcing me to write and refuses to write himself! September 29, 2008 at 11:21 PM. October 3, 2008 at 11:17 AM. October 4, 2008 at 2:23 AM. Dude, i heard you had inspiration and stuff. where's da result? The Soul of Alec Smart.
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brokenimages: September 2008
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Wednesday, September 3, 2008. Mere whispers running amok. Riddling me with doubt. If rules are never kept. Why must I keep faith. All around me they drive. With debris of failure. And yet they hold true. Without a trace of failure. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
