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Turn the Page..: boss kaun hai...
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The new chapter begins. Sunday, June 17, 2007. As, i saw the images in the mail, the first thought that came to my mind was, "What the hell? Why are people so damn crazy about this guy? I decided to forward the mail to some of my friends to let them know how insane people can get. One of my friend's boss(not a big Rajni fan) was really happy to see those images and told him to forward it to him as he wanted to show it to his wife who was insistent on going for the movie on the first day. He takes just Rs...
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Broken Typewriter: Mistory
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Saturday, January 31, 2009. We're only stealing free time. We're lost forever this time. There's no escaping this time. They chase scampering I'm. So edgy it gets and so tricky it is. We're nursing problem big time.
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Turn the Page..: April 2006
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The new chapter begins. Thursday, April 20, 2006. Blogging.could be another thing I tried my hands at! Wellwriting has never been my cup of tea. I've never been a good writer my whole life. Even when I was in school, I remember, I would always score excellent marks in Maths,Science,History,Geography etc and infact I was always one of the toppers(many people who came to know me after school will dissagree with this), but when it came the languages, I always had these apprehensions, be it English.
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Broken Typewriter: The Orange wall in my Room
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Wednesday, March 18, 2009. The Orange wall in my Room. Top corner on the eastern edge. You walk up the stairs and reach my room. The moment you enter your heart melts in sadness . My room finishes soon. Welcome To My Life.
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Broken Typewriter: September 2008
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Tuesday, September 30, 2008. Beware you right wing preacher pacifist. You have entered a red zone. Watch out each step as you might not exist. Whereabouts the mines are unknown. You wont know where the fighters are hiding.
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Broken Typewriter: April 2009
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Monday, April 20, 2009. A Life That's Amazing. Drooling, roll off, skipping, one step gathering some ground. Gay boy, tripping, skipping, one step grabbing the painted wall. Drunken boy coming home. Drunken boy coming home.
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Broken Typewriter: March 2009
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Wednesday, March 18, 2009. The Orange wall in my Room. Top corner on the eastern edge. You walk up the stairs and reach my room. The moment you enter your heart melts in sadness . My room finishes soon. Welcome To My Life.
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Broken Typewriter: To The Nights - Salud
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Tuesday, January 6, 2009. To The Nights - Salud. The rise of a black smoke. Like a wicked witch with glowing eyes. And casts a spell. On the men in the ground. The suffocation makes the situation grim and the room sultry.
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Broken Typewriter: August 2008
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Whatever I try to say might not appeal to people who bind themselves in the shackles of sanity and I sympathize with those "civilized" creatures of Mother Earth but my love goes out to all those dwellers of blissful solitude who dream of smelling ether and reach out for immortality. Friday, August 29, 2008. May Souls Rest In Peace. Jim I search for your trails. My attempts to go back to that yellow room fails. Often haunted by your voice. I wake up in the dark four walls, as if I heard that old noise.
