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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: Conversations with an imaginary lover

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Conversations with an imaginary lover. 8220;Did you know you can kill someone with 2 roshogollas? 8221; “With love.”. Roared by the Royal Bengal Tigress. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grains of Sand in the Litter Bin. Agony Aunt of the Penguins. Bury, not praise him! Mary, Mother of God. Slap her, she's Naaz! Conversations with an imaginary lover. I might be an alcoholic. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: May 2009

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Sunday, May 24, 2009. I want to defenestrate some people. Roared by the Royal Bengal Tigress. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grains of Sand in the Litter Bin. Agony Aunt of the Penguins. Bury, not praise him! Mary, Mother of God. Slap her, she's Naaz! Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making...: October 2008

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making. The hands on biography of hISToRy in the writinG. Friday, October 17, 2008. We then purchased irresistible ice cream scoops with everyone complaining about cold and such immaterial aspects also…and how could we bid adieu to this lovely place without having paid our due respect to the Brewery and ‘The Belgian Beer’…oh wata feeling…! The morning was dedicated to roaming the streets of the city over which hung a foam/fog…couldn’t make out…there wer...Did not have mu...

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: October 2008

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Monday, October 20, 2008. Hum To Aise Hain Bhaiyya. Why is my life like one perpetual bad hair day? Why do I have painful corns under my feet? Why did I watch Laaga Chunari Mein Daag. It is questions like these that keep me awake at night. Well. Not really. And it gets worse. My arms are now fat. Roared by the Royal Bengal Tigress. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grains of Sand in the Litter Bin. Agony Aunt of the Penguins. Bury, not praise him!

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: November 2008

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Monday, November 17, 2008. I was wondering vaguely whether it's time for my blog to have one of those deep, philosophical posts. You know, the I-am-so-alone-in-this-world-of-fakes posts. Then l realized that I don't care . I'd rather discuss men with fur growing out of their ears. Roared by the Royal Bengal Tigress. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grains of Sand in the Litter Bin. Agony Aunt of the Penguins. Bury, not praise him!

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: February 2009

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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. It's the strange how l have become so moderate in my views and opinions about other people. I was once known for my violent likes and dislikes and now I look upon my fellow human beings with a benevolent eye and vague smile (not applicable to men who harass women on the street and litterers). Maybe l'll. End up like one of those spiritual guru-types and con many of the stupider variety of human beings.

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making...: Hero of the Day

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making. The hands on biography of hISToRy in the writinG. Monday, October 17, 2011. Hero of the Day. Jump to October 28th, 2011. DELHI, WE ARE METALLICAAAAA! As James Hetfield in his trademark, ever enchanting scream addresses the thousands of rock fans gathered for a worship well deserved at both ends. The setting couldn’t be more apt. The winter mist looms against the backdrop of lights, show and the ‘four horsemen’. How big is this? Most of the young students and urba...

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making...: December 2007

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making. The hands on biography of hISToRy in the writinG. Saturday, December 15, 2007. The last time I contributed to my own blog was at 1:47pm on the 10th of August.reasons aplenty. Lack of time.as relatively busier schedule now. Other priorities.[shud kill myslef for writing this].or rather after i post this one.:). Found more interstin website links n LAN games to take over free time.[if there is any at this place]. On a more serious note[pad]. Over the past few month...

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making...: March 2008

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making. The hands on biography of hISToRy in the writinG. Thursday, March 6, 2008. I Wanna Play A Game With You. All of dem and counting. It all started from a series of a particular kind of movie.highly unlikely? SAW it is.for all those fans out der I'm sure u'll understand straight away and you can skip this para altogether.or b more passionate abt it. How much do we realize,repent and reminisce.Do we require someone to make us aware of this bitter and unpopular fe...

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making...: July 2008

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CrossRoads - The "jOuRnEy" in the making. The hands on biography of hISToRy in the writinG. Monday, July 28, 2008. I have fallen in love with these lyrics.very close. I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel. I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole. The old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away. But I remember everything. What have I become? Goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. My empire of dirt.