tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64715371803021016312012-02-16T05:29:36.720-08:00Little specks of randomness are floating through my head.. Colliding with each other and waiting to be read..........Loving Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11345091586597956872noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471537180302101631.post-32052734486127137922009-03-03T03:28:00.000-08:002009-03-03T03:29:06.641-08:00

Another one of my poems from a long time back..The JokerThe little card looked smug at the proposition,She was the joker for the game.Now she could be anything she wanted,She could take up any name.Patiently she waited, for her turn to come,Till she could not wait any further.When she was placed with the king of heartsOn one side and the knave on the other.She felt like jumping up and down,She

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This always happens to me. Whoever I love ends up leaving me. At first something about him grabs my attention, something that makes me go "Ah, perfect!" Then it becomes an everyday affair. My legs automatically take me to the same place during the break. I think I've found something that'll last forever. Then one day suddenly, he's no longer there. I look here and there. He's not even with his

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"Hi, how're you?" This is probably the most confusing question to answer, unless you're being formal of course( Wide fake smile and "I'm doing good, how 'bout you" comes to the mind.) What do I say? "Oh, work's a little hectic, so I'm a little stressed." but I'm actually thinking "I just had a candy bar and I'm on top of the world."The problem is, we tend to associate our state of life with

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This is a poem which I wrote a while ago. (Serves as a filler till I deal with procrastination)Paradox For the constancy of change,For the transience of permanence;For the agony of laughter,For the ecstasy of pain;For the profit in every loss,For the loss in every gain;For the storm after the calm,For the silver lining of every cloud;For the futility of importance,For the importance of anonymity;

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Following the Holla and the deer post, I got a 'spice up my pic' request from none other than Vinni, my blogging guru.. Thinking of witty remarks to spice up a picture is usually a difficult task. But in this one, it was difficult to stop!!!!! One look at the picture, and you shall know why.

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Dreams, dreams, dreams...They keep changing every time.I think I'll stop documenting them,Else they shall spoil my rhyme..

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Holla: Come here u big deer.. Let me feel you..Deer: Dude!!! I was in this for the chicks.. Heck.. You gotta start somewhere. [Sigh]

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Now what could I be thinking????Probably, "I just paid a fortune for these fake curls, I cant die yet.. I'm not even done using my first tube of wet-look gel... "*What really happened? We were dancing and singing and getting pictures clicked, when the bus took a precarious turn.. Photo shows transition between wide mouthed singing and momentary shock.. But I agree the first one's more interesting

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The old dream comes back again,This time it will surely stay..The irony of fate sets in now,Destiny might pull me away..

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I am the BlogUploaded by ca204valryFor all those who take pride in blogging.. Here is a video, featured in the Pune Blogger Meet on 15th March. It is about how blogs reflect our identity, or sometimes it's the other way round.. :)For more, check out http://www.vinni.co.in/

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Statutory Warning: Post contains dark humour. May create illusions of depression in the sensitive kind.The Recipe:1. A Valentine's Day evening miles away form your loved ones. (For best results, an evening after an exam when you are too exhausted to study)2. Sappy love songs in the background. (eg. 'Are you lonesome tonight' by Elvis, an especially potent one)3. A drink of your choice.Let it

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The phone rang out in the dark and I picked it up with a huge grin.. It was my friend. He sounded grim. "What's wrong?", I asked. And he said, "You know Poli, I bleeded from the nose today." I shrieked, "Oh my God..... It's bled, not bleeded." Needless to say, he was shocked.I am not to blame for this. What else do you expect from someone, who has been taught in a missionary school, with an Irish

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I'd been dreaming of a world for some time..But that world may not be mine.I feel it slipping out of my fingers..Slipping out like the sands of time..I am dreaming of a new world now..A world as great as the other,It is still forming, still nascent..I will not know till it grows further..

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(Courtesy : phdcomics.com) Scenario 1:You walk into a restaurant. Loads of things on the menu.. Huge queue!!!! You stand in line, hoping to decide till you get to the counter.. You don't.. The cashier seems impatient as you carefully order what you want, and customize it to your tastes.. As you wait with your friend for your food, you complain about the service, about how rude the cashier is and

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