tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201946002011-12-17T16:17:44.148+05:30<i>My 2 Cents. One Random. The other Chaotic.</i>Vibushan L Narayanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332607945853457759noreply@blogger.comBlogger821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20194600.post-37779135461580797652010-07-02T18:18:00.005+05:302010-07-02T18:42:02.042+05:30

Please click on this image to enlarge it.I have been away from the blog-o-sphere for quite sometime. My laptop's motherboard unexpectedly went into labor (i'm still perplexed) and I thought i will be getting a small portable laptop. It spit out a burnt chipset instead. So, i beat the hell out of it. Anyway, this is one of the pending posts that I had planned to post after which I don't know

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This is just a musing on what would happen if India hosted the Fifa World Cup though I think I have gone a bit too far in calling it in 2014. For a change, India qualifies. Yeah right... only because it acts as the host.Opening Ceremony and Miscellaneous:The opening ceremony which should start by 5:30 would start by 6 after a constant yapping in the studio by 3 people who can’t just shut up for a

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May, 1999.Alone, I lay, covered in my own grief and blood. My once pugilistic self had gone placid. Clenched fists slowly unveiled to become open hands trying to embrace the situation that was once a behemoth looming over its prey. The rumbling skies looked down upon me with utmost sorrow that it began to rain its cries. It was a season when the sky didn’t know whether to reveal the sun or the

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"Hey! .. How was your day?" She asked."Quite hectic. With the marriage nearing, I couldn't ask for more.""Mine's been hectic too."I knew she was gonna say that. After spending years trying to get to know her, i could not make the mistake of misjudgment.My day was hectic, so was hers. Mine was damn bad, so was hers. I had a huge friend's circle, she had an even bigger one. So she thought."So, A

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1. Starts with one generation. Ends with another.2. Too much of it in a day might knock you off.3. Too much of it for a period of time will cause brain degeneration.4. Is not sweet.5. Kept to rot and that’s how others enjoy it.6. Goes well with food.7. After enough attraction sometimes it is all one can talk about.8. The more the age, the more the value.9. Stands the test of time.10. Some lonely

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A nightmarish blood-lusting ghost,Killing everyone, the path that he goes.Die at the hands of the wraithVictimize us for his religious faith.Her majesty’s palace in burns.Crying fire sparks while hammered to yearn.Spilling the blood of your creed.What good is it when there’s no profit or need.This hate crime we can’t comprehend.Hardened but helpless we fight to the end.We fall to the ground as we

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It’s a known fact that the great minds work in the loo. Mine is no different.I meant to say, mine works in the loo too, though useful thoughts hardly pass through.Hey! That rhymes!Sigh… Anyway…I was just thinking, about some warning signs put up by dog owners outside their homes to warn strangers about them and that there isn’t one way of warning them without someone making a comment about

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 10; the tenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.On a lone silent chilly nightTwo silhouettes tucked in tightAs they walked towards a lonely houseHe kissed her hard and she didn’t grouse.He wasn’t passionate, he wasn’t sweetHe

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If only I knewYou are in a placeWhere I can never hold youI never would have woken up.If only I knewYou’re the most beautiful girlI can ever hope to seeI never would have woken up.If only I knewThat when I saw youWould be the last time…I never would have woken up.If only I knewThat what wasWas never meant to beI never would have woken up.If only I knewWhat I dreamtWould be just a dreamI never

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The other day my mom and I went around inviting people for a marriage that’s coming up in my family. This conversation happened when I met an uncle that I haven’t seen for years together.Uncle: Hello! Vango vango! (Welcome Welcome!)Me: Hello Uncle! Epdi Irukkel? (How are you?)Uncle: I’m Fine pa! How are you? How’s appa? And hows your sister? It’s been quite a long time!I didn’t know how to

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Afterlife- On this realm.After one’s death, various rituals are performed on the basis of symbolism. Like in the Hindu mythology, the ash which is the residue and the only remains of the person in this material world besides memories after the funeral pyre dies, is collected. The pot is kept near a drawing representing the person in the guise of a stick figure. Food, an umbrella, a fan and a pair

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Its more than just about time I got this out of me. It’s been in me long enough that now it has to come out. Beliefs. What about them? Recently, I’ve been exposed to a lot of these “beliefs” that lacks any proper explanation but for the orthodox sake of it, a deed remains to be undone.In some cases, Jatakas, by which some people swear by. Some astrologers read the prediction of one’s life from

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Kadaa – Scapegoat.You know you’re suffering from the Kadaa syndrome when…1. When your dad asks you to shop for his clothes, alone, by giving you his shirt size but asks you to accompany him to the saloon even when you don’t need a haircut, you know you are a Kadaa.2. When ONLY mom and dad are involved in a tiff, mom says something about dad to which dad retaliates asking 'WHAT DID YOU SAY?' to

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India saw the advent of the G spectrum which is a good sign. Considering our tax money paid for the extra commission for the king as well is... ahem...Here is the simple commission formula For 2G2X 100 Crores = 200 Crores = CommissionFor 3G3X 100 Crores = 300 Crores = CommissionFor 4G4X 100 Crores = 400 Crores = CommissionWhere 2, 3, 4,... are Generations,And the commission is an accumulated

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What are these? Prized processions? Trophies? Or just a part of a cadaver scaring you to the core if seen in reality? Will you display this proudly in your home? No? I thought so. I don’t think we can accept what was once a magnificent life form to be killed and hung as a trophy to showcase man’s skill’s with a gun. Of course, I don’t think this has ever happened in the case of

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Shadows of phantoms and nightmares for dreamsThe cry of your soul in the midst of the screams.The stairway to heaven now broken and scarredThe end as we feel it as words from the bard.The crazy old man with just one eye to seeForetold his time and the future to be.The madness, the mayhem- a life’s conundrum Begging the angel that’s blessed you to drown.Red skies and lightning bolts taking on

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Based on a True Incident.Hiding in the Dust4:00 A.M.It was long shadowy night. Dead silent. Not a sound, except the rattling buzz of the cicadas. None but the soldiers could feel the tension and the pressure mounting. Every pound of the heart as heavy as a quake in all its annihilating glory. Victory promised Honor and it wasn’t farfetched. They waited. A lone drop of sweat made its way in a

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I know it's been a loooong time since I went blog-trotting and since I contributed something to my blog. The twins are sleeping still.Anyway, I happened to stumble upon this in Chennai (a lot of my whereabouts are in Chennai of late. You'll soon know why :) ) and I just wanted to post this.The board reads "Please DO NOT dump Garbage here". Now you can actually compare my post to Garbage, saying "

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Hi,This is a mail that I received recently and after reading it, I couldn't resist sharing it here. This is solely borrowed and not my work and trust me, it's worth reading every word of it. Enjoy!Neologisms...Once again, The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly neologisms, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words. The winners are:1.

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I am a Jobless guy sitting at homeTalking to myself when I strum, play or roam.So I figure I'm in need of a petOne that says 'bow wow'And one my folks can let."Dad!" I called and hugged himPromptly came the reply"Do you need Money to go to the gym?""No..., But I kinda have a request :)""Oh dear God! Don't put my patience to test!"And then I place my requestFor my poor dad to hear.Told my need for

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This happened on my recent visit to Chennai. And i'm kind of vouching that this happens only in India.Yeah.. Like you've travelled to every other part of the worldThanks Evil bugger... all the support I need!And what's with the title?For god's sake have some patience!For all what's worth your rambling, i need a genie to grant me someAgain, thanks!Go on!Anyway, I got into an autorickshawMe: I want

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Hi blog! …Haaii bloog…Blog? Hello?…HELLO TWIN!!YIKES!! … Phew! You again! You… evil… twit! Sorry… twin! (Gulp…)No worries, I aint gonna hurt you… Wow! Really!?Not in front of them, that is…Oh, well… I guess I’ll keep a tombstone ready then…You guessed it; I have it all set…Awww… How nice of you! Hope it atleast says R.I.P, if not to mean it..?You wish! I made it say, “good twin- Died in sleep.

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In the darkest hours,She held the light.Against the tidesTo win through the fight.Her withered hands,And her broken wings,Fallen from beliefsAnd a word that still stings.And so she walks alone…Don’t lose hope.Through the skies of change,Dreams still come by.Like thoughts at sunsetYour hopes still fly high.For tomorrow comes,To relieve the pain,Let this day be last,That she walks alone.The fallen

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Well well well… Hello blog! I’m your master and I command thee to rise once again! From your eternal slumber!You’re neither the sleeping beauty nor am I going to kiss you to wake up. That’s like the last thing I want to do. Look like some moron kissing the screen and talking to a non-responsive webpage. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I do, so dearly I do.Up! Up! Up! Ah… well… what’s the

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I was sitting in my cabin staring at the monitor like a dead guy’s eyes focused towards the sky waiting for the Gods to relieve him. Thankfully, my only source of wake up calls would be the hunger groan from my gut reminding me occasionally that I needed energy to at least look alive.After one such call, I had to make my way to the pantry to grab some sort of a source of caffeine. A bottle would

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Domer the domer, he is back with a bang! At the right time!! And guess what!? He’s making more promises than ever!Domer the domerAn article in the newspaper read,GodforbiddenLand: As the time is nearing to elect a new old ruler, In the morning the local citizens were very excited and were in their highest spirits (in both the contexts of consideration) to catch a glimpse of their hero, Domer,

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O Lord of plunder, ask thy self,Why thou was once divine.Once a hero now a lie,And your land now withered dry.In every promise, justify;While the land and seas divide.Left your sons to writhe and die.Damned their souls to cry.My Lusty king, what have you done?Thy kingdom’s babies born with guns.Innocence, a child of yesterday.The weight of the crown, you’ll see,Bury your land in greed.The weight

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Chapter 7: The Other Side is always GreenerYear: Unknown. Day: Some days after Previous Day Finally…Yeah finally.… Neo got his work terminal after a great struggle. He was a hero. Neo went home satisfied after securing a place, for the time being. None knew what happened to Smite as the pool was already flooded.The next day Neo went off to work and from the office phone called all the people he

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Chapter 6: The Common TruthYear: Unknown. Day: Some days before Previous Day (managed to catch up… finally)Sigh…‘When will this end?’ asked Neo.I know you’re frustrated Neo. And so are all the few readers here.Neo reported to work as per the details given to him. When he was recruited, he had a notion that he was the chosen one. And the recruiters too gave him the idea. After entering, he saw a

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Chapter 5: The Call Year: Unknown. Day: Lost Count…After a thousand tries, one definitely has to succeed. Especially The Chosen One. Neo awoke startled when the phone near him started to ring ‘you’ve got Call’, the annoying ringtone on Sony Ericsson phones. Neo was only hopeful that the ringtone would act as a harbinger.He answered it.“Sir, you still have a couple of 1000 bucks due from your

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Chapter 4: The Fall of a NeophyteYear: Unknown. Day: One day before Many Many days before Previous Day.Smite had been jobless for quite some time now. Frustrated, he started spamming inbox with his resume and also added in his proposal that he’d be happy to slog equivalent to two or more people so he directly contributed to cost cutting.His wishes were answered when the Matrix, an equally stupid

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Chapter 3: The Past unfold, A Story (better) UntoldYear: Unknown. Day: Many Many days before Previous Day.‘Hmmm…’ Neo got up from his seat after a long days work. He had been staring at the machines all day. ‘Time to go home…’Yes. It is time.Puss in Poops followed him like his tail and was proud that he was the chosen pet for the chosen one. His name was because of regular oil leakage due to a

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Chapter 2: The Battle of CredentialsYear: Unknown. Day: Next day to Previous Day.Workstation. Neo reached just in time. His eyes scanned the area for any unusual activity. None, at least for the time being. He knew things were not going to be the same. He had his last drink last night. He knew he had to. It was time the battle was done with. All the what-if questions were going to be answered

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Chapter 1: The Fool in the Free PoolYear: Unknown. Day: Previous Day.The sound of a strange voice in a trance…Neo… Wake up…It was getting stronger by the second.NEO… NEO… NEOA Banshee…‘Ahhh!!!’ he woke up, breathing heavily. It was just an alarm from his complicated clock that showed the coordinates of the intersection of his latitudinal position with his longitudinal position in the primary

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And there he sat, amidst the bright stage with people biting their nails while their heart skipped more than just a beat, on the hot seat on his road to becoming a millionaire or “millioner” as some people would pronounce it. He couldn’t believe it in the first place that he actually was there. He was sitting on the hot seat of “Who wants to be a Millioner? Part 2”Already a champ after mysterious

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Before I begin, a simple question that I want to put forth. What would be the questions, if any, that someone would ask themselves before deciding which restaurant to set foot on?1. Is the restaurant good?2. How different is the restaurant?3. Quality of food.4. Service.I guess these would be the basic questions which were answered when I recently went to a restaurant close to where I

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The day was peaceful for the shepherd, for he had worries none. He thought nothing could go wrong. He gave a friendly pat to his donkey to run his mill, so he could produce something for the day. The donkey refused to budge. He tried asking her why. No answer. He cursed God.The shepherd couldn’t help but think that God had other plans. But, he wouldn’t let that interfere. Thankful that he had a

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At the rate at which the population is growing- exponentially, I’d say, in the most literal sense, the place has become a pigsty. I don’t think pigs can cross the road with caution. I don’t think pigs can drive unless they drive you crazy. And I don’t think pigs have even the first sense, let alone the rest. Nor do the people on these roads.Chapter 1: Prerequisites and Primary Objectives1. Be

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Recession, I guess, has a domino effect. Example- The Gemini Mind. The lower the state of the economy, the harder we work. The harder we work, the busier the day gets. The busier the day gets, the more my blog sleeps. But, the truth is that everyone likes to earn a little extra weight to their wallets when they can. And during the recession, you don’t say.Well, freshers like us have a reason

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Well, It's time to take up some resolutions as the year approaches its finale. As everyone else, I too had a bunch of resolutions and aspirations and things to do and look forward to in the forthcoming year. All lasted till I saw the video of a guy Dr. Randy Pausch who gave the last lecture that he would ever give, titled "Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams" . Now, if you are curious, you can

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There were times when I thought apple was more than just a juicy fruit that satisfied our taste buds. Apple being a very common fruit is quite common in everyday philosophy too, I guess. Like the saying “an apple a day keeps a doctor away”, describing beauty as the “Apple of one’s eye”, Steve Jobs, New York City, Newton’s Theory of Gravitational pull, the original sin etc. A lot of things,

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Well, the other day, I was on my way home from office when I had the sudden craving for macaroons. I really can’t say why. It was that gut feeling, either way. So, I went and bought the first packet that I stumbled upon. Speaking of greed, I’m a Gemini. So I consider myself to have twice the quantity of whatever quality I have. So, twice the craving, twice the greed. Anyway, after rushing through

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shoo.. shoo.. shoo.. I said, when I saw a butterfly sitting on my pretty laptop's monitor. Then I looked closely to see that my degree that I had earned from college had evolved to becoming an e-degree. Again shoo...shoo...shoo... to the butterfly happily scooched on my degree. It wouldn't budge. I then noticed something scribbled in french and I honestly didn't understand what it meant. I

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I got to say this is a truly wonderful award coming from a truly wonderful friend and an awesome blogger. Vivek has awarded me with the "Kreativ Blogger" title. Well, to say, i'm truly honored with the award. At first I saw that it looked like a pretty little piece of embroidery and if it hadn't been mentioned explicitly as "(Award)" in the brackets below the title, I would have thought it was a

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Well, this month, my blog count has been quite low compared to the previous couple of months. Now, I don't want to ramble about calling myself busy because I have started working. Its just that my laziness has crept into my blog-o-ramic view as a perspective of procrastination. I'm fighting it though. Hence the blog saver. Getting tagged.I got tagged by A Wo(a)ndering Mind as to write 5 Random

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Running with scissors and playing with fireIt’s been from his childhood, a raving desire.Born out of greed and insatiable lustBred in the darkness and biting his dust.An object of shame to the icon of fameThere’s none on the street that does not know his name.Out from the night he’ll march into lightCrawl from down under to reach for the skies.Conquer the oblivion, enter new life.Into this brave

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Well well, what do I say?? I'm totally delighted and proud to have got awarded. My good friend and the great Blogger Rakesh Vanamali has awarded me with an e-trophy (if thats what you call it to be). As of now, i have nothing much to write but ramble about the trophy. Instead, i just find that it'd be better if I just post the award here.The "Silverware"Thanks Rakesh, for the recognition and all

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1947. She was independent, strong, confident and made a difference. A difference the whole world marvelled at. She showed herself to be powerful yet a strong humanitarian. She followed rules that had peace at its very foundation and humanity built up on it. The people who freed her were proud of her. They walked with their heads held high. Then were born the sons. She cared for them and nurtured

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Well, people have a notion and a firm belief that the best comes for those who wait. And thats how the world has been revolving- right around the belief. Parents ask their children to wait so God gives them the best. At a work place, the superiors ask a subordinate to wait so he gets the best and sages preach that patience and waiting will definitely give you the best. Hmmm...I say different. I'm

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Some people just think the world revolves around them. Period.There was this girl that I knew or rather “mis-knew“who, was beyond doubt quite good looking, decent at academics and from an affluent family. She was also the kind who was quite emotional. She’d describe even climbing up a stair as a Herculean task if she had done it, otherwise would just pass it off as worthless. She also had a few

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Note: This post does not contain any exaggerated information. The day was presumed to be peaceful. It was a Sunday. Until, the day marked the arrival of a well known personality (I’m forced to call it one) in the city. According to me, it doesn’t have a name. Probably, one who is not to be named? I can’t say. But that’s close enough when in comparison with the characteristics of He who must not

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Rainy season. The day drenched in the beauty of the rain and the night giving you the chill to make your blood freeze inside. The lush green (the meager amount left in this modern jungle) wearing the color of the deepest of its shade you can imagine.Good things don’t last long. It’s both God’s and a politician’s plan with a difference only in the motive. The former’s is to avoid being insatiable

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Time: 9:51 a.m., November 12thI had dream last night that I got the long awaited call from my employer. Ignoring that the event was highly unlikely (at least I thought so), I went back to sleep. Too frankly put it, I didn’t even wake up. I ignored it even in my sleep. Waking up by around 8 in the morning and after finishing off my daily routine, I start to write about the dream. I name the post “

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Well… I’m writing this post on the belief that you know who Sigmund Freud is. If not, I’d recommend Google.Anyway, the other night, I was tired from being my daily regular pointless nomadic self (I’m still waiting for my call letter and I will even if it takes all eternity) from the hot sunny afternoon till the not so sunny evening. As soon as I reached home I hogged supper as though my hogging

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Looking out on a thoughtless dayLonging to see heaven somedayA benign feeling of a lonely heartSeeing all that’s true and all that’s false.Feelings rushing out through the windowInto a world that’s pulling its strings so fastCruising the ship towards madnessAs the mighty sea warps us with its talons.Enter the frayTo live by the dayDie in the blightBe reborn every night.The only hope to the abode

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Well, Today I got a comment from one of my fellow bloggers in this Blogosphere- Rakesh Vanamali, saying I’ve been tagged. I didn’t know what nuts it meant! But I was, for one thing, sure that he wasn’t a guy who fools around. As usual, I went to his blog to find out that he had been just as clueless when he was tagged, as I am now. After reading his post, I kind of figured what I was supposed to

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10:00 p.m., Day- UnknownAnd there she sat. On the couch crying out loud. A few people standing nearby saw her and yet stood still like dressed up mannequins. He was passing by and couldn’t help but Sit nearby and wonder what made her cry so much. What had struck her heart like a scythe that she couldn’t control her emotions in a place of public silence, he wondered. She cried and poured out a

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All through the festival holidays, though having had some fun, I had been pondering about the general reduction in bursting of crackers this year. The change had been quite pronounced. So I figured I had three reasons to come up with.1. I had gone deaf due to age, so I couldn’t listen to anyone bursting them. But I’m not that old yet. So, veto.2. Not much of expenditure for people this year

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In these modern times, everyone know the bare truth that making money isn’t easy since it is a dog eat dog world and anything you do might just come back and bite your ass. After a lot of musing, I claim to have come up with an approach to make millions easily though it might involve daring a certain amount of risks and forgetting from the start that you had principles. That brings us directly to

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The time was 1:00 a.m. in the morning. Sleepless, I lay on my bed wondering about the amazing cutlets that my mom had made the previous evening. Needless to say, I had hogged every morsel that I could salvage. I’ve never tasted anything like that before. The taste still lingered on my tongue and I savored it; every moment. Because I knew that even if I get something like that again, the first

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Well, I know I’m quite late in writing this post. Nevertheless I’m satisfied having written it in the first place.Since the advent of metal, the name “Metallica” had engraved a name for itself in the world of metal by their very unique music and the legendary, raw powerful voice of James Hetfield.Having produced powerful hits like “Enter Sandman”, “Nothing Else Matters” etc, which featured James

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It’s the Festival season. A happy, lively time. The time when everyone is busy buzzing around making grand purchases. The road’s sides are filled more with pedestrians than parked vehicles, carrying huge plastic bags full of clothes and sweets and a million dollar smile on their face while their credit and debit cards are half worn out from swiping that it looks more like a fancy double shade

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Music has a lot of types. Ranging from light melodious classical music to the heavy, ripping death metal, the divisions are beyond count that I may be unaware of a few types (probably their sound frequency ranges above 30,000 Hz). To start with, a lot of people start out to be pop fans and then graduate to metal. This is because, probably, it takes time for people to cope with the background of

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Summer time. Anyone walking on the road would be intimidated to enjoy the shelter under a tree to cool down one’s head from becoming a hot sizzling tava fit enough to make rotis. The following incident which begs for a proper explanation still, happened around three years back. I always admired the area where I lived. Laden with trees on either side of the road, the place was perfect for a

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This title, as you might have guessed, gives you the picture of the beautiful poem by Robert Frost, doesn’t it? Well, in contrast, this post is neither a poem nor is it about describing beauty. Although, one similar point is that, both of us describe about the roads less preferred or in some cases, preferred not to be travelled at all.Indian traffic can be considered as the legendary depiction of

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Mankind has been dependent on electricity since the 18th century when Benjamin Franklin’s research on it unveiled its innumerable applications. Man has been consumed by its power that he let it rule the world. Now, almost nothing can run without electricity. Right, isn’t it? Wrong.Welcome to Coimbatore, India. My hometown where people are desperately trying to discover an alternative. The reason?

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We all know of THE Icon for justice. It’s of a lady in a blindfold, holding the weighing scales. Well, let me tell you that the blindfold has lasted for a bit too long and has now become literal.This incident once happened in Bihar, when a dog named Chottu faced trial in a court in Patna, apparently for “Breach of Peace” (He didn’t crap around like burning buses because the party he supported

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Nothing is too extreme when it comes to politics. From A to Z, the rules in politics are ever changing or to put it point blank, there exists a rule none. Well, let us take a look at what Lord Shiva a.k.a The Destroyer had to say when he was accidentally spotted in disguise by a journalist near… well, I’m not willing to disclose the location as local pedestrians will crowd around the area, raise

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Every living thing on the planet has some kind of defense to protect itself from danger. Why, to be plain, even nonliving things tend to have its defense, like Kaspersky Internet Security has a built-in option to protect itself from viruses and malware. Well, the point is that, self-defense, in any possible method is important.This incident once happened in college during break time. My fellow

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Food is something a normal human being cannot resist when offered. Unless he/she just ate their tummy-full and just can’t stand the sight of food, or, is a 10th century ascetic. Otherwise, the very sight of food can make anyone’s mouth water.Different kinds of food are famous during different times. For example, sweets, though an all time favorite, would flood markets and would have the highest

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We are familiar with how our parents feel about soaps and serials.Soaps. The name in every household. The very meaning of entertainment for womenfolk (not generalizing, but, a lot of them actually). Soaps have become a routine for homemakers giving them “something” to watch from dawn to dusk. A lot of women, (il)literally, speak of nothing else but the happenings in these shows. I haven’t

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Well, i wrote this after i bid farewell to my friends who were one of the most integral part of my life. I don't know when i'll be meeting them again, but bidding farewell to them is one of the hardest things i had to do. I dedicate this to my friends. Love you forever, guys. It's time to say goodbye,We know not how time flies,Now a journey's come to endTo part and tread our

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From cradle to the grave Should I ever be a slave? I’ve never felt so brave I just want to break away. I have waited for too long. Now I’m going to play my song. For all what I’ve been through, I’ve turned a nemesis. Walking through the fire and haze, I shall come to end your days. When you hear the marauder’s call, See your mighty kingdom fall. The path that I may choose

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The Golden Sun, His innocence,His tears dry before they leave his eyes.Looking at the plight of men,And their evil shroud of certain doom. They know not where their ways lead,For their sins of evil, lust and greed.The souls traverse the crimson sky,Curse the reavers, pray no more may die.The cathars and their undying will,Fell a victim to a religious war.As the untold stories go,In the name of

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" for He will rise from the seacreating armies on either shoreto turn man against his brother..." - The BibleThe night is long; the men have their last meal. And at dawn, history is going to be made. There’s a war where soldiers fight till death,and tomorrow, fate will seal their lives.The grassy knoll looks so barren now,And its splendour, none to admire

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Hi. If you're here then you're reading my first post as a Blogger. I generally like to pen down my thoughts and opinions in some way that I can. Hence I resorted to blogging. I like humor, poetry, Heavy Metal. I'm Guitar crazy. Well, that's some info about me. Welcome to "The Gemini Mind".

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