tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262463982011-12-01T17:01:40.256+05:30Here you find discussions about things which are too trivial for many of us - the so called professionals. Stuff of less importance but which plays a significant part in ones life. I ought to mention, it is absolutely my personal opinion and may be critical to few. It is all my experiences and my learning with people, also a comparison of life in the East and West. A bit of philosophy, a bit of management, a bit of emotions expressed and a bit of crap can all be expected.Guruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05564026172964014740noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26246398.post-88170639713282714842011-11-29T19:35:00.001+05:302011-11-29T19:38:41.001+05:30

Check this poem Author is my 8 year old nephew, Hrishikesh. Isnt it super cool?

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She has a ‘he’ in her and he is part of ‘she’   Sometime, mid April 2011, when 'he' has been contemplating on his life and where is it heading, he made a few firm decisions. He calls up The Man and says “Sir, I want to talk to you something very important” The Man “Anything serious? Hope everything is fine” He, “Nothing serious, but something very important. I can come down

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Life = Bliss

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I am not sure if this is what I call traffic violation. Imagine this4 bikes at a cross junction, all willing to cross the junction first. The state was- one bike had three college kids with no helmets- the second one had a mobile between his chin and shoulder and riding his bike- third one is middle aged couple with no helmet on the main rider- fourth is the person with permissible limits of beer

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I am very happy today as I re-lived my Sundays of the UK. Cleaned up every corner of the house till lunch, cooked food for myself, watched TV or spent time on net doing things other than work (no wine or beer though), slept and finally closing it with a blog. I had to spend time by myself for two days as parents and sister's family were out. In the UK, a day all by myself would end up welcoming

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He was there, at the cross roads, yet again, this time more unsure of what to do. He stands still and thinks, about moral obligations to keep people happy, personal happiness, proving one's point, winning an argument. Very indecisive, he is 'still' and thinking

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It has been a while since I have written something on in here. Welcome 'me' again.I have been missing to capture a few things of my life, the 'he' stories and a lot more trying to focus on things which are 'trivial'

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Children these days are just amazing. Just read this.

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A new feeling or emotion was introduced to me off late, by one of the employees at work. It is strange, the way it had come out. One of our employees got me to talk to her about her work and there was some hot exchange of words and she eventually helped me to talk to her in high pitch and express my anger. The talk, the reason and the situation is not new to me. Normally, in such situations, the

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He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling fan and was both happy and sad. He turned around, and saw on his bed, his laptop next to him, three books, Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud and The Living Universe by Sir Francis Younghusband. Looked at the name of the author, younghusband, thought what would he be called if he is old and living with his wife for

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It has been a while since I dreamt. It is very unusual of me that I sleep with all my senses put to rest at the same time. I have something always running, which will eventually keep me away from a good deep sleep. Result - no deep sleep, no dreams, no remembering of it (even if I do dream)Strange as it sounds, this afternoon's sleep was amazing. No response to the phone calls, door bells,

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He feels elated, he feels nice seeing the people around him and thinking how better he is than them.At the same time, he seeps into thinking the use of it, him being better. All in vain. No efforts to recognise it nor any recognition. Feels sad....He drinks two cups of coffee back to back and get on with work. He is not sure if it was the coffee or it is just him.... he continues being sure that

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Am not sure, if this exists in the real life. Off late, I have been coming across this word fairly a lot, or may be it is that I have been reading a lot of books which speak about Karma.They say, it is carried on for lives you take up in your lifetimes. Again, controversial. I have no opinion on it.Anyways, a recent incident makes me think, it existsMy colleague was late to work and when he came

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Monday Morning.. packed up with hectic work schedule starts like this- Getting ready for a client meet, wearing all the business formals including a suit- I leave home on my bike to drop my nephew to my cousin's- The bike wheel punctured on the way to work after dropping my nephew, I think.... bad start- I park my bike on some street and take an auto rickshaw to reach office- Just two kilometers

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My friend says this little write up and this is all capitalistic by nature. Not sure, if he is true. I always feel, a genuine few words and expressions are worth a million.

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He was at work, when a client called up, called up for an immediate meeting in her office, 10 miles away. He had to agree as he had no option, reached there on time. Felt good, the client rep was a very pleasing woman. Her smile was genuine, her words were real and this made him more comfortable. She had to discuss an escalation that was not handled well by him, but it was so well put, he felt

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He was thinking of small things in his life which would give him little pleasures. He had even discussed this with one of his friends as well, who agreed to what he had said, but did not add any value to it. Your beloved coming out of the home to wish you good bye everyday when you leave to work, nice bright happy faces at office, a genuine smile, reading a good friends blog and understand where

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The 'he' stories - I have been thinking of him for a while, well, my beloved blog readers, meet 'Mr.He', a simple human being, trying to tie all of loose ends of his life and exploring himself, in his journey. He is fictional, he is real, well he is like that ....... confused...read on his stories... all blurbs.

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I always get what I deserve....including the mouthfuls :)

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He was there yet again not knowing the ‘What’. He picks up the phone after it started to play that horrible ring tone which he had chosen after a lot of deliberation few months ago. ‘Haan... were the only words he started off with... he removed his specs...wiped his eyes...scratched his head... drank some water...said...”give me sometime... I guess I need more time”He wore his specs, smiled with

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Um........ I don’t know how many of the people have had the experience of driving/riding cars/bikes on Indian roads. I am sure most of my blog readers do have. I have been riding my bike for years now and have started again after I have returned to India. It has been great, great experience being there, in the midst of chaos. All of them complain no traffic sense, no rules being followed, bad

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It was silence between us even then, it is silence even now, but I like the silence now. It has something special in it, a warmth, a satisfaction, words, emotions and a lot more. I would want more of this silence, it speaks a lot. Nothing has changed between us except this silence and I love it.

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"One's not half two.It's two are halves of one" - John PowellBirlliant, it is........

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How interesting will it be to be an ordinary man in the league of extraordinary men?

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Strange is the word which I have to use today. A bike ride of some 20 kilometeres with not a lot of pre occupied mind, can make one feel realize the petite pleasures. A small family on a motor bike and their little daughter in the front was enjoying the dusty ride and was not happy when her father stopped at traffic lights. The father started to say why he stopped at red lights. The child was

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Hail Kingfisher!Hail Mallya!!Hail Music!!!

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Why-should-I-listen-to-you attitude? Who should give up and why should one give up? Why should we always be good to others? Why cant I get what I want by the way I am? Why should not people listen to me? Who wins in a relationship? Why don’t I get to do what I really would love to do? What don’t I know what I really want to do? Why do people always advice and especially to me? Why don’t I like

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Q---How can a humble, sweet, liked-by-all person turn out to be a rude, loud and villian to most of them?A---Leave the person to manage a few people at work.

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It is a pleasant feeling, if what you think will happen, happens! Isn't it?

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30 seconds = 30 years 30 seconds can make a relationship for 30 years and30 seconds can break a relationship of 30 years

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We grow up with issues at varied intensities and at varied intervalsAge 5 = issues with your mother/father/brother/teacherAge 10= more issues with mother/father/brother/teacherAge 15= issues with teacher/ more issues with friendsAge 20= more issues with friends/relationships/environmentAge 25= super issues with relationships/family/yourselfAge 30= issues with wife/bossAge 35= more issues with

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It is an hour past mid night and guess what am I doing? I am reading my own blog and reliving my past.Try it!

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My friend’s sister’s friend, a distant acquaintance of mine, short, sweet, beautiful and works in the same place as I do now. It’s strange; I have met up with her many times at workplace not as a part of my work, but in food courts. One of my first meetings was rather strange, because both of us remember each other by faces and not by names. We exchanged smiles and small talks in which she

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I think it has been at least 10 years or even more I guess, since I saw this man (well, a boy at that time) I don’t even remember his name. Well, I met up with this man, who was once my tuition mate and we had interacted quite a lot then. I was amazed that he recognized me because I could have not, I guess. I was eating pani poori at a gaadi near my work place as I had some time to start my

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Some strange things are always a part of our lives, things which you don’t want to encounter and yet you encounter or you would be forced to be encountered. I come from a true Jayanagar (Bangalore) based Brahmin family, and such families have their own set of clichés or say a standard decorum that a boy (especially a Brahmin boy) has to maintain. The more I tend to run from that frame worked

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‘Saturday bandhu thumbha dina aiythu alva amma’ (It has been long time since it was Saturday) This is what my 5 year old nephew asked my sister and we all just laughed, but, if we think, do we all feel like that? I don’t at the moment.

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I cant just be I. Dont know why?

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“Ammamma”, a name, a beauty, a lady and an epic. That is what we used to call our grandmother. We USED to, because she passed away a few months ago. She was a legend, someone who never considered herself less than any in anyway. She had an amazing charm in her, I am sure; she would be the ‘babe of the village’ in her teens. She was unusual in her family, because all her brothers were dark in

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Sitting on a luxury couch, listening to some english song which I cant understand, my laptop on me, sipping hot cup of latte which would probably cost me just under hundred bucks. I am in one of the posh bakeries in Koramangala (Bengaluru, India) and watching the rain as I type this. Beautiful it is indeed, the rain, the dampness, the smell, the sound, everything, but this is marred by

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Increasing waist line ............away from mysore.............. pain..........sympathy............suggestions...........time off........advices..............surgery.........extra care................knife....... children........home.........deliberations.........bandage............ movies.............. blood..............hospital.........reasons...........

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New year- new job- old company. Well, Dec 31st 2006, I started off again in my old company in the UK where I worked during my MSc, but this time in a manager’s role. Great start for the year, I thought, well, it was indeed. I was sure to go back home this year, so I was just a maternity cover for three quarters of the year. It is here, where I learnt, how tough it is to manage people. My people

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I have been pondering over this for some time now. I don’t know why I am like this, still can’t figure out any reason for this behaviour of mine. I am not greedy neither I expect things that are unusual. There is always some discontent in me. I have done many exciting things, seen many beautiful places, have had many thrilling experiences, yet, there is something missing in all of my experiences

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It was 60th year of Indian independence celebrations last week. I was not in India at that time; I was away in the UK, a last few days of my stay. It wasn’t the same kind of feeling that anyone would be feeling a week before they go to their home country, to their families (well, to most Indians at least).I have been thinking about it for weeks, this year’s Independence Day would be a bit

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She was there, standing, was waiting I guess. I came rushing towards her, seeing my watch. Thought I would miss, in fact I was more than brisk walking, I was running. I was all smiling. I was early, rather it was late. I had to wait, so was she. She was restless, lifting her legs backwards at random times. She was smiling though. I was waiting, so was she. I was seated in the waiting area. She

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She was there; she saw herself in the mirror and touched her image to see if she feels any different in herself. She was experiencing the miracle in her life. She looked different than how she looked a few months back. She saw wool on the ground and the two needles. She smiled with happiness!

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Scene 1: Mera: Tera, I am fed of hearing about you, please stop talking about yourself. I have never heard anything more than the ‘I’ word from you. Why do you always talk about yourself? Do you think that people would like it always? Why don’t you analyse the situation and speak, what everybody would like to hear instead of some random things about yourself?...........****Sighs!!!*** Scene

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It was sometime in early October 2004, during the first few classes of my MSc in University of Surrey,UK, I was very apprehensive and cynical to open my mouth, thinking that people in my class who were all from various parts of the world (I should say, I was the only Indian) would laugh at my accent and my English. I was very nervous and framed my sentence many many times, over and over again

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Walking has been a vital part of my life, not because it is healthy n stuff, it is because I have a bit too many memories associated with that. I have always walked ever since my school days, long walks with no destination, super long walks with a friend, late night walks just to have a cup of coffee from a street vendor in Gandhi Bazaar (Bangalore, India).My usual walk will be, well, used to be

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Another quotable experience in public transport, this time not in the train. It was in a bus. Well, I would say an empty bus. One teenage couple; I and a white family with no woman were the only passengers in the bus. It was pretty evident that the woman of the family was not present in their lives. It was a family of two little girls and a father. The father was sitting in the front seat of the

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"Being a twenty-something It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you

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Alas..................men DO cry

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I don’t work in London nor in one of those high rise buildings in its suburbs. I work in one of the richest localities of the UK in not so high rise retail complex. I sit near the window in the staff canteen, seating on one of high rise chair with my lunch box in front of me, a pack of crisp and a fruit in the staff canteen which has décor similar to a call centre in India. Trying to read a novel

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Um….. it is time for me to realize that I am getting old I guess. I have got my first grey hair and believe it or not I have taken its picture. It will be daft if I upload that picture. I am thinking, am I that old or is it because I am thinking too much or is it because a mixture Garnier Fructis, Head n Shoulders, Dove and Himalaya shampoo for a week can cause some greyness? I prefer to choose

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I hate changes... I know ‘change’ is the only thing that can’t be changed; however changes still happen. Things change, circumstances change, ideas change and sometimes people do change. The reasons for this change may be hundreds, but the change is inevitable. I personally don’t like change, and I personally hate if the change changes quite frequently. It disturbs the status quo of everyone

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To complement my earlier confabulate article, I am writing this. Its not that I have gone mad with the English words. It’s just my observations and I how relate and connect them, ultimately to bug you. I was reading an article some time back. It was a result of a survey. A survey carried out by a company to find out the most used word in any business conversation and to do this, they could not

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Its been an awful weather here for a few days now. Foggy! Cant see 10m in front of you.The forecast says the highest temperature will be around 3 C for next few days with persistent fog. Well, I would say HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! The above picture is beautiful. It is of the Cathedral in the place I live taken on a supposedly sunny day. Two years in this country, I can confirm that this country is

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I am reading a novel and one of the words in there caught my attention was confabulate. Sounds like a combination of words consulate and fabulous. con·fab·u·late- /kənˈfæb yəˌleɪt/ Pronunciation Key - [kuh n-fab-yuh-leyt], but the actual meaning according to a dictionary and dictionary.com is to talk informally and familiarly. I was trying to relate it to our daily lives. It’s all different and

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I guess today has been one of the worst days here in the UK. Reason …um… still reasoning at the end of the day but haven’t come up with an answer. I have never slacked so much at work in my 3-4 years of career life as today. I called in ‘SICK’ to work though I was very healthy. Dint do anything for the whole day, was lying on bed and analysing life for ages, then I could hear voices of my

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A 55 word story written on other blog for a friendly contest. Scene 1 “No Capt. Subodh, Don’t”“Sorry Sir, I can’t do this to him, It’s our Bopu” replied in a loud voice…… With tears in eyes “My Bopu Sir” Scene 2 “Capt. Bopanna Ponnaccha, don’t worry, you’re are okay, there is no shelling now”With pain and anguish “Subodh, I know you will come back for me”

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I think the 100+ nations in the world have all fought wars. Wars have been fought in one way or another, within themselves or against each other in one way or another. The reconciliation committees, the UN, Anti war groups are a few who try to avoid wars of worlds. In war “Nobody wins, everyone loses” in one way or another. Well, I guess I am not knowledgeable enough to discuss world; however I

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Every one of us would have received thousands or at least hundreds of forwarded emails about SMILE. All of it would have emphasised why we should smile or something about smile, but if you observe the people around, you may find it hard to locate a genuine smile. The SMILEs now are all tainted, expecting something of it or it would be a sarcastic smile or anything but not genuine. If you

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Yaava MoHana Murali KaReyiTho, DhUra ThEerake NinnaNuYaava BriDHavanaVu SeLeyiTho, Ninna Mannina Kannanu ……Its two years now, away from my home, home country, home land and my people. I am not feeling bad or sad for what I’ve done but there is definitely something that I do feel something which really can’t be put in words. I gauge how much I’ve gained staying away and then immediately I also

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Well, I am not sure who on earth would be interested in what I do each day, but still, I would write this because it has been another satisfactory day of my life. Such days are to me in the recent past. The uncertain-ness, ambiguity, and many similar 100 reasons have never let me be ME. Anyways, it’s everyone’s meal I guess. Um…yes the reasons why I say it was another satisfactory day is because

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YES!! 27th Aug 2006, has been a great day for me in the UK.. first ..I did the pooja to Lord Ganesha (Hindu God) because it is Ganesha Chathurthi and later in the evening, I had a small leaving do party in a thai restuarant because I quit my old company and joined a new company, it was a lovely dinner with not so many people, but a few who did make it a memorable evening. I enjoyed it, it was

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It would be a tribute to my friends, an honour to me and you will be the victim as my memories flow. I will try n not to mention anybody’s name in here. It will be infringing into their privacy though they are they are my best buddies and also it is against Guru’s Data Protection and Privacy Act of 1999. Um… it is a group of seven people, four boys and three girls, a perfect mix to maintain the

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I believe in God and good, God is not real. I would have had red cheeks by repeated slapping or burnt marks or broken bones by now if He were to be in real. How self deceiving can I get? I pray to God, quite often. It is one of the means for me to find concentration and solace. A means to believe in a belief. Unfortunately, over last three weeks, I have been mean, a swindler for myself. I have

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BLOG – the shortened form of web-log. I guess there are millions of thousands of websites on internet and millions of thousands of users of these websites. Probably there are a few thousands of websites offering blog services and of course the millions of users of these services. But why do these sites offer these services and why do people blog. The websites, yes, it is a part of their revenue

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You can’t believe what happened! What am I telling? Of course you will have to believe what I say, because it really did happen, it happens to everyone and only a few humble would put it in words. Well, I think it is enough! I should tell you what happened, Wait! Why not try yourself, I am sure it would be an IRRESTIBLE experience, believe me, it is seriously IRRESTIBLE. You can try, do the

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Thinking I have gone nuts eh? Not yet! Lemme explain it to you, who PIGS are and how are they classified as millionaires. Let me also tell you how I got this idea. It was sometime August 2005, just after our exams n projects here in the UK. My friend, who is pretty witty, pointed out that we (all of our Indian gang members at the university in the UK) are all millionaires. We’ve all paid £10000

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Ooopphh!! Well it is a nomadic life. Move on! Move on where? To a different place! Relocate! Why…? To reach an unknown destiny! A part of life’s journey. Yes it is all the facts of life, in fact hard realities, realities that usually wipes of the camouflage of all being good. The moment of truth, the moment when someone is not being with you after a minute, the moment when one is going away!!

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This is definitely true with me. I am sure it would be with most of them. I have no strategy to choose friends, Infact I don’t choose them. They happen!! I mean, I don’t make them my friends, I recognize a friend in them. I’ve always wondered what ticks between people? and especially with friends. Can anyone random be my friend? Other than the idea of global relationship and all the people in the

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Yes! That’s true! I am multi-faced, so are, we all. Confused!? Well, I am confused myself when I think of this idea. I see myself different than as you see me. The idea of being different with different people! Can’t there be a standard ‘Guru’? I am just another normal being in this social world. I think I represent a majority of people. I know many who are like me, different at different times.

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Hows that sounding ! Well that’s the fortune for orkut. I would say so. I wonder which psychic has been employed by google. They come up with amazingly true and great predictions of fortune.... it once said...in my orkut id..It just told me that I am an able man, but the second part of it has many comprehensions. The donut specialist thinks we are nuts! The question of my interest is not what

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A knock on the door on my friends flat, a loud noise of someone climbing down the stairs hurriedly that hushed down in a second. The entire exciting suspense dint result in the door being opened, but I definitely heard that F word by a feminine voice once my friend opened the door. She has run down the stairs to turn the stove off which had already burnt her bland and tasteless pasta. All curious

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San Do Hazaar chaar, sathra sethember, (17th Sep, 2004) celebrations in the Bangalore Airport. I was on voyage to one of the most exotic and after sought places in the world. London. This is a kaleidoscopic picture of my experience in this land of imperialism from that day. First flight of my life to Mumbai was a little better than journey in a high tech bus just for the reason I was flying and

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The journey has just started. I have set the ship to sail in my ocean of thoughts. I hope I will never reach my destination..........

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