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pixeloo: monarch.

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Monday, February 16, 2009. Heyo, made some time tonight to do a bit of art. This started out as a drawing of a girl but ended up here. go fig :) mixed in a bit of butterfly pics here and there.mostly illustration though. February 16, 2009 at 12:40 AM. I am so disappointed this didn't turn out to be one of your realistic interpretations of the Monarch from The Venture Bros. As I initially expected it to be. Still looks good, though. February 16, 2009 at 8:57 AM. Welcome back to the interweb. Cool I really...

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BeeCee: Salary Affair « I think …..

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I think …. Not just another blog …. BeeCee: New Year Resolution! BeeCee: Product Release Cycle. College Vibes: MS Thesis. BeeCee: Human vs Computer. On BeeCee: New Year Resoluti…. Rajesh on Pappu: Chakravyuh. On Hyderabadi Lingo……. Chhabila singla dabr… on Pappu: Chakravyuh. Suryadeep mohil dabr… on Pappu: Chakravyuh. Laquo; College Vibes: MS Thesis. BeeCee: Product Release Cycle. On December 13, 2009. This entry was posted on December 13, 2009 at 3:59 pm and is filed under BeeCee. From your own site.

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: From a High Roof

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Saturday, April 4, 2015. From a High Roof. On a high roof. There's nothing to look up to. And you can live. And you can die. And the rats won't bother. And the history of the universe won't matter. The ways and means are all the same. But the ladders are all broken. And the bulldogs are all dead. And the sparrows are all Philomela. On a high roof. We won't fight for land and bread. We will look at the stars and tell ourselves that the war is over. And that it's never over.

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: Do Nambari Confessional

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Thursday, March 12, 2015. You had tiny hands. And your ankles were beautiful. I don’t remember much. And we were saving the magic like we still do. And the universe was very big like it still is. And there were and there still are big people. Who sell love for security and intellect for cynicism. And the last time I saw you you were fighting them. And the last time I heard from you you were fighting them. Seeing and hearing have become beautiful ever since –. But that your hand...

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Tuesday, April 21, 2015. How the Brahmins Got Screwed Over in Jajpur. A li'l bit of anarchy:. Then came the 13th century. A period of anarchy, one demarcated as the 'Dark Ages' of Bengali Literature by all the Hindu Indian Nationalist Bengali post-partition scholars from West Bengal. Established scholars from East Pakistan like Mohd. Shahidulla had chosen to maintain stoic objectivity. The plaintiff is from Jajpur, Sol Shah’s family has read the Vedas. He asks, why this tax?

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Eloquence Redefined: May 2014

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This is the place where my unbridled mind is put to work. Posted on May 22, 2014. Courtesy: graphics8.nytimes.com. Oh no, not me. I do, however, suffer from loneliness, not by indulging in it, not by romanticizing it, but by constantly thinking about it. Believe it or not, this is worse. And the answer is not fascinating: 'Just a little while, bugger. All this will come to an end soon.'. Having said this, I'm not naive. Neither am I an abject fool to think that this is all going to last forever. ...I kno...

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The West Wind: December 2011

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Cradled To The Grave. Posted by The West Wind. On Monday, December 12, 2011. Not that tall, not that pretty. Slightly distorted and somewhat gritty. That old white Plumeria tree poised on its own. None befriended it, not a bird, not a stone. One fine afternoon, between lunch and bunks,. We set our diabolical eyes on it,. Declared it abode,. Sprawling all over it and springing on its trunks. Soon it ripened into much more. Than just one of our dens. The spot for new culminations,. It lived no more. I woul...

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored: you are always beautiful

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Barbaric, Mystical, Bored. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. You are always beautiful. You are always beautiful. And little birds wake up and sing to your fruits on blue mornings like these which are like the Blue Danube. I've never been to Danube. But i've seen blue lakes and wild mountain-springs. I have jumped in some of them, and i have stared at broken sunsets on big wild rivers. It doesn't matter whether it returned or not. And it doesn't matter where and how the wheel turned and where and how wheels turn.

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The Disillusioned Maverick: Wordless

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Thursday, March 17, 2011. Wordsworth had a writer’s block-it drove him mad. He lost words worth millions-words were all he had. I never could use words like he could-not even close. Can never express myself beautifully-even in prose. Because the rage in my heart fills me,chokes me up. Much like South Africa at every cricket World Cup. I’m a coward at heart,a whiner,a wannabe,a rat. I ain’t Richard the lionheart –believe me I know that. I use anger as a shield,a disguise to cover my fears. You made me cry.