tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95351912012-02-09T19:49:56.575+05:30In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. Robert FrostSarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07393545459502930409noreply@blogger.comBlogger4081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535191.post-29466295316738757212012-01-29T20:19:00.004+05:302012-01-29T21:04:55.855+05:30

Sunday cooking! I had prawns at home and I had a dish in mind. Unfortunately, the specific recipe I wanted, I could not find.. but I found this one, which I thought was easy to do, again, everything's available in your/ my kitchen. No extra shopping. As always, recipe here Changes Made- substituted the Shaoxing Wine (Chinese wine) with a dash of vinegar, and regular white wine (I used

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I was born in 1985, and the people of my generation are called, amongst other things, the Millenial or the Intenet Generation. I do feel because of this, my opinion on and about the censorship of the Internet is more important than that of any other generation. Now that I've grabbed your attention, let me explain.Why?Because I think the people of my generation represent the hope of all those

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Since I'm on a roll with these posts, here is another something that got cooked today. Again, yes, boredom was the inspirer of this on. Basically, when I went vegan I bought a packet of Walnuts and pumpkin seeds, needless to say when I switched back, I didnt know what to do with them. I hunted out a really nice RECIPE and tried it out. Again, very pleased with the result..though my baking

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It's Republic Day and unfortunately it's at the end of the month. My last amount of money is under investigation..used the Catholic Syrian ATM to withdraw money, and yup, you guessed it. No money, funds debited. Arghhh. I had tons of cream left over from a cook out a few weeks ago, so after many years (close to 10) tried again, to make caramel custard. I remember previous times I'd made it, I

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LoveLike an artist, he painted soft kisses all over my face and promised he will wait. Wait for me till I came back, and all I had to do, while I was gone, is assure him that he would be a part of my life. He urged, with his eyes and with his fingers curled around my palm, that this was important else we may not still know eachother when I returned. I nodded, I promised and boarded my plane. I

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I haven't been able to post any pics, thanks to Windows 7 (i think) & some bluetooth thing that's missing on my laptop.. anyone know what that means?

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About 2 years ago, I was on the road, on a date, coming back from a picnic spot near Electronic City. My date and I had just gone to some neat places that side of town, like the Central Jail, the Infosys building and the like.Just as we were talking about our day, we passed by a stray Daschund. It had all the marks of a well kept dog, lost on the road- a well maintained coat, stained with mud and

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You know how we're all watching the Master Chef Master Class episode and they tell you how to "smoke a salmon"- Wood chips~really? or they say apple compote with raisins.. confit tomatoes, or goat cheese, feta cheese, ravioli, duck breast etc etc...And you know how the food looks so pretty and sometimes so structural that you watch Gary & the rest cut into it, and serve themselves and you wonder.

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It's just not my day today, Chandru thought to himself as he swerved the auto heavily to the left. The sharp turn saw the auto temporarily shift all its weight to the wheel on the left. His heart jumped to his throat and his stomach felt like it had been punched. He couldn't afford another repair this month.The auto had just rebalanced when Chandru spotted trouble. The nets had been thrown out to

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Cecelia Ahern wrote PS I Love You.. and this book too: Girl In The Mirror. It's composed of two short stories and more importantly is preluded by the following paragraph, that sets the scene for the stories that you are about to read. "There's no use trying, one can't believe impossible things"- Alice (in Wonderland)"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was younger I

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What is the most unique dish that I have had.. thought long and hard about this one, and finally, on the basis of "there's nothing else like it", the Chinese Mooncake qualified. Whilst I've had the cake many times, the last time I had the pleasure of biting into the hardended outer crust, soft azuki bean layer- lotus seeds adding the additional crunch and finally the salted duck egg crust (draw

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Psst Psst.. THERES A NEW NANDOS OPENING UP IN ASCENDA MALLLL!!!

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I went on a quick coffee break.. friend says, i heard this new song on MTV last night, pretty nice. I say, cool and then thought nothing of it, until another group of younger guys come over with one of their phones playing the same song.. my group rejoices, complimentsthe song choice, while the others who hadn't heard it tune in. Slow smiles and head swings. I didn't get it. Fast forward, got

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How has you Saturday been? Mine's been slow and inspiring.. inspiring laziness. Being curled up on the sofa with a book/s, constant flow of food & drinks.. warming up my feet..Reads for today/a little bit for yesterday: Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None"- just looked it up on Wikipedia and apparently once of her well known mysteries. Stuck on an Island, 10 guests slowly murdered, a

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Mmmm.. what a rainy, coldish weekend it seemed to be, with the apparent storm in Chennai. Can't say the weather DID NOT replicate the current personal environment. So we headed out, first to Kosta Coffee House.. daym those giant chocolate muffins. Take away the eggy smell and they are delicious.. we also got some smoked chicken ham sandwich & smoked paprika pasta salad.. atleast that's what I

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It's been a long long long week... already! But the evenings have been different. Yesterday was Plan B on Castle Street... the reviews are good.. (vegan me munched on animal fat tasting potato wedges sans sour onion cream dip).. today was a bit of commercial street, stand up comedy at Urban Solace in Ulsoor (I keep thinking Urban Escape) followed by a quick tete a tete(uber brief) with some live

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I don't want to fight with you anymore, but love youI don't ever want to hit you, but make love to youI don't ever want to swear at you but call you my babyI love you. So much.

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The long awaited Amitav Ghosh book is out!! River of Smoke.. the sequel to Sea of Poppies.. pity the books priced at a heavenly 700 bucks at crosswords. I'm going to wait till the paper back version gets released.. anyone else love the first one? Pray tell.

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You know you've seen/heard something profound when you want to tell everyone you know about it. Someone posted this link on my facebook, I watched it because they'd tagged it saying: don't be ignorant. I didnt want to be ignorant, so I watched it. Many many pauses in the documentary later, I sat in my room at 3 in the morning shocked out of my mind. There was a flood of regret, I wanted to

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Yes, I thought I knew me. But, I didn't realize that was me tricking me into thinking that I knew me.. see the problem with that equation, was that it was all me.. so now..I don't know if I know or don't..

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Yes, I think there is regret. In regression there is always regret. To just live, is a happy aim to have but to be brilliant at living is an ambitious one at that.

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I love office potlucks. Mostly because they introduce to you new food, and some are so delicious you HAVE the recipe right then and there. The dhaal is simple dhal, that I love.. got this one from an old friend in college who'd brought it over when I was feeling sick. Given I was sick as a dog this week, I thought I should get some of this.. and well, I have to say it made me feel a hell lot

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This goes well with potato salad/ fries / buttered rice. Can't say it suits a lot of Indian taste buds but after the first time of trying it out, I am sure you will customize it to suit your taste. I know the brother did! I have no idea where I got this recipe from, found it in my cooking scrap book from a decade or so ago.. as they say, better late than never.. (lol if you don't like it, don't

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I've been hit by the cooking bug! I read the other day that peas have a lot if fiber (1 cup to 16.5 g of fiber, adult male intake: 39 g required per day and for a woman 28 g required per day) and I wanted to make something out of them.And all I could think of was matar paneer... now before you think that this is an everyday recipe let's remember that I'm from a South Indian household. Sambar and

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I found lemon grass in Namdhari's and thought I should try making some chicken rendang. I'd never made it before and well spent the better part of yesterday looking for some do-able recipes online. Found several.. and adapted it to the following recipe. I've left the components that I didn't use on from the original recipe, in case you have better luck and want to make it closer to the originial

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It's been a crazy year by and large. Between tornadoes, floods, earth quakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, killer sprouts/cucumbers, rapture, royal weddings, winning the world cup.. if you're reading this now, congratulations! You have made it half way through 2011.Incidentally, this is the 10 year mark from high school graduation. I don't remember anymore if I wondered what the world would be like 10

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So there's this situation that's been playing in my head for a while. In this drama, in my head, I'm trying to do the following things:1. Assign Blame2. Uncover Hidden Motive3. Judge all agents for frail moralities4. Tackle the 'Move on demon'5. Figure out what the right thing to do may beI'm trying to understand what happened and figure out something that'll make everyone happy.Here's we go,

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This question has been simmering in my head the past few days probably because I don't think I've ever seriously given it a thought. I knew it's different from person to person, as Emily Bronte wrote: "It is in the eye of the beholder". So I know that it is not what is there that matters, but how someone else perceives it to be and attaches desire to it.More often than not, what is desired is

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Yet another hair colour product to review.. this time it's the Wella Kolestint Colour Creme. I can't say I've used any Wella products before, so I thought I'd check with the lady from the local parlour to ask her what she thought of the product. Who else better than a hair dresser to answer a question on a hair product. She didn't say anything, instead she pointed at the cabinet which I'd never

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If life was like a scene from a movie, I'd have it paused to the day I met you, Forward it to the day you said 'I love you'.Skip the arguments, play it slow through the kisses,Play it all back over and over and over and over,Till it comes to this part right here,The part where this movie ends.And the remote is no longer there,Neither is the movie or the cd,Its an empty room and a quiet house.

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The past few weeks I've been running into bean sprouts, something that you get everywhere in countries like Malaysia, Vietnam, Indonesia and China.. that strangely enough doesn't make much of an appearance in India, at least not in the form of a root and shoot vegetable.So there was a eureka moment, where it struck me that I should try and make them myself... that is if it was possible.And it was

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He draws them strings and watches the movement, tweaky left tweaky right, lilt and bend.The puppet moves across the stage clumsy like a baby deer taking his first steps and has his face frozen in a freaky, quirky smile that no one understands. Puppeteer Puppeteer, make my smile go away he thinks.But who knew the puppet had thoughts that could be heard, who knew that the puppet was tired of his

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So I recently (almost a month ago) purchased a 2 items from this website, it was clothing and they called me back two days later saying that they were unable to provide the size of a top that I had initially ordered, due to a technical glitch that allowed me to think that there was still clothing of a certain size, when in reality it wasn't there.So I got angry, did the usual drama and said

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So a few months ago (in Dec) a couple of friends and I hopped over to the then newly opened Nandos on Church St. Nandos is a South African fast food chain outlet, that sells chicken with peri sauce. Peri sauce is chili sauce, that is tangy and the hotness of the chili is split into different levels of 'heat'. Unfortunately, when we got there, they were packed, place was too full, orders slow

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It hurts very bad to be Adam. When a bad word comes out of his girlfriend's mouth, it feels like a punch in the stomach. First it's a small burst, then a ka pow and then it's a slow journey through the rib cage and right into the heart. Here, the bad word lands right in the middle of the heart to dispense small electrical pulses that goes down to the spine. Spine chilling. And this is how he felt

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To start of something new, heading down to the city for some breakfast, hopefully soon. Anyone know of any nice places to have breakfast at?

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It's a funny tuesday morning, in an extra ordinarily cold December. There's sun outside, but the inside of the house is freezing and I'm listening to breakfast songs, though I have already had breakfast and happily crawled back into bed. I'm listening to: I've just browsed through some college friend's websites and noticed that life's moved on with them. One's married with baby, one's engaged and

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This post is written using information gathered through personal experience and should not be taken as actual, factual advise given by someone in the know. Please get in touch with the passport authorities, if unsure about anything. The numbers are available on the websites. Status: Passport damaged Due to: Frigging rain coming through the window onto the table Step 1 (a): Ask an agent,

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I've been following up on the whole Wikileaks hungama and every time I read anything I wish I was back in Uni. All those subjects about borderless worlds, that cross nationalities and various other traditional structures such as age, race, gender and all those debates stick to the back of my mind like a moving screen wallpaper.It was predicted, by someone I can't remember that the importance that

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and I connect with bloggers at BlogAdda.comI was ten attending my first school function (normally skipped them for an evening at home) and it was annual school day and they called out my name. Out of the blue, there it was, my name on the mike, through the speakers and into my ears. I sat shell shocked wondering if it was my overactive imagination playing games in my head, but no, I saw my

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I've been thinking about what makes me angry about people. This generally revolves around what makes me dislike people, given, that I don't think I'm too fussy or judgmental as a person. Here are some examples of people I dislike. The main purpose of me putting it in here, is to cross check with all of you, on whether these are the types of people that you dislike too.. or if I'm just crazy. Men

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When I shave my head bare, I know you'll watch the roots grow back with patience.And if I choose to shave it again, you'll charge till you loose, and then watch them grow back.When I clean your room, I know I'll find nothing,Because everything you own, will be in mine.It was black, then it went white till there was light and then some warmth.Then there was a smile, some laughter and life.Stone

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This weekend was about Nandos, or rather supposed to be about Nandos. They very clearly advertised (through Facebook) that they were opening mid week, this week. A friend and myself eagerly waited for today, and lo behold.. we got to the proposed site (Church Street) and found it still under construction. Reminded me of the wikileaks site, which was still saying 'under construction' while the

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Today, I spotted a single white hair hidden amongst black. At risk of sounding like a drama queen/ vain/ naive/ silly woman.. I was devastated! Rather, I am devastated. I suppose the time's finally come.. to let go of shiny black and embrace shiny white... BUT WHYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!Do tell me, what did you feel like when you found you're first white? And if

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 16; the sixteenth 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.It was a hard ground that felt like sand paper. When he started his journey, it was the soles of his feet that were in contact with the ground, but now as he pulled

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A friend recommended that we head over to China Bowl to get some Kuay Teow. It's located below Vicky's La Terrazza, Koramangla 6th Block. I'm sure everyone knows by now, that I'm a huge fan of Malaysian Food. Char Kway Teow, is essentially fresh flat noodles fried over a very high heat, to give it a charred or smoky flavor with cockles & prawns, bean sprouts & spring onions with soya sauce &

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I know a man at work, who's a Sikh by religion and thought. We were having a conversation at work today, and I asked him a question inspired by another Sikh friend. I asked him what were his thoughts on Khalistan.I don't know very much about the issue, I knew of Operation Blue Star and the assassination of Mrs Gandhi (1) and the Sikh cry for a separate state. I thought I understood why the

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So there's a show on TV(unaware if it shows in India) that aims to bust or confirm modern day myths. I was reading up on whether is it truly necessary to wash the tops cans of soda to prevent possible death from rat piss. Yes, it's a disgusting thought, but more than it being disgusting I was wondering if there was any truth to it. I mean, you were probably not aware of it till I just told you,

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Hi, I've been waiting for you. Yes you, because you know who you are, stalking my photos, my blog and everything else, that has me. But it's not me that you're after, it's the one that you love, right. You're so mad, that he didn't stay. When you should be mad, that you couldn't keep him. Or rather you should be mad because you never realized that he did not belong to you.You're so mad, you've

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I had some trouble falling asleep last night, and through some random surfing I came across this site. It's interesting to note that I have been diagnosed with SAD- Seasonal Affective Disorder. I laughed at first, but maybe this is true. I've been working late afternoon shifts for two weeks now, and well, I haven't seen much of the sun. I enjoy the sun, definitely more than I like the cold.. It

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The picture of the girl who's turning a year older is never pretty. It stops being anything to look forward to, after the age of 21. At some point, this turns ugly. Not because she's afraid to look at the mirror and acknowledge the age. But because she can hear in the background the voice of her mother, screaming at her, telling her her time will run out soon.There are few that give their

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I wonder some times, what the drowning man's last thought was, before he clutched that straw. Was it an act of foolish optimism, or was it an act of actual belief or did he clutch that straw because he was drowning and it was an act of desperation?I'm that drowning man, I think, and I know what I'm about to do. I'm going to lie still in the water and let the currents suck me in. Because unlike

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To the Government of IndiaIncluding all Opposition PartiesAnd half-political entities, like the SenaAnd puppets (Santa Singh)Well wishers, neighbors & supporters,As a citizen (who regularly pays all my taxes, Income, Cessation, Education, VAT, Service) I'd like to know the deadlines for the following issues and the plans that are in place to curb/fix/address them.What is happening with Inflation?

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I love KFC. I've been eating it since I was 8 and it's always been a celebration to go there and I have to admit, it is finger licking good. I can smell a KFC before I see it, and my saliva glands cheerlead all the way to the ordering counter. But..Watch more videos at KentuckyFriedCruelty.com.The decision is yours. But before you make it, be informed.

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I love tea. Not the way Jane (bff) loves tea but more so than the average Indian. I discovered something over Christmas this year, whilst grocery shopping for a list that called for this wonderful thing called Demerara Sugar, that escalates the pleasure to new heights.What is it?Natural brown sugar (like real sugar, not heroin) that tastes delicious. It has a wonderful way of combining itself

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SAY NO TO AUTOS ON 12 AUGUST 2010.METER JAM

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 13; the thirteenth 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.It started with a dream, of big buildings and sky scrappers. A shiny coin, revolving, with the head of a woman, with the slightest smile. A land of presents, happy smiles

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My grandma passed away today. I sent a few messages with the same five words to let the people close to me know, that I wouldn't be alright for a few days. I didn't know much about her, except for the fact that she was independent, open minded and that she shaped my mum.And she thought well of me. And she knew I had a temper. And she knew I liked tea. We took her to the hospital last night,

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I've always thought, management was the process of organising people into functional, productive individuals. And ensuring that these tasks are assigned to those who are best suited for their roles and driving them to connect to the business's goal over all. Like a body with organs, functioning together to make you and I live.It appears to me, however, I've stumbled onto some sort of a revelation

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It's a rainy Saturday night, and I'm home nursing a hangover. I thank my stars I can afford to have, buttered sweet potatoes & sweet corn, then ice cream and not feel guilty about the carb-fat overdose.More importantly, upon the completion of a nice little movie called Marley & Me, that makes you laugh a majority of the movie, and I don't know about you, but I start crying as the movie ends,

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Presenting to all.. the array of Malaysian food that I had the pleasure of hogging on my trip there. Unfortunately this isn't an extensive list of everything that's on the menu, nor even everything that I ate. But I do know a lot of people are heading over there, and well, here are a few...Cincau & Soya Bean MilkKuih Muih- Available in a stalls along the road or grocery shops, night and day

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The world cup is here! And I'm back from a lovely trip to Malaysia.Who else is having as much fun as I am, watching the upsetting start, to have all the titans rise slowly out of the mess they dug themselves in in the initial matches. My prediction for tonight's match, after this Portugese slaughter of the North Koreans, is that it will be Spain turn to pump up the volume. If they don't, well, I

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I gave him a turtleSlow and steadyHe gave me a babyLoud and noisyI gave him languageSimple and easyHe gave me meaningDeep and strongWe travel milesNot moving at allWe live through daysMeasured in secondsMy heart stopsHis love remainsOur journey continuesThrough a jungle of painRaindrops of tearsClouds of sleepless nightsAnd time that envelopesA sad letter with an endingA letter head reads, "

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It's been a painful week and I do firmly believe that the statement, that will define a movement in my life has been made.The last such statement was when on radio a long time ago, the host asked me how celebrating Diwali was different in Malaysia to the way it gets celebrated in India. And I didn't know the answer to it, because I'd simply never been home at that time, at least not for the

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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. The Temple WidowA narrow dirt path, generously peppered with tiny pebbles, tiny miniatures of their gargantuan ancestors, leads to a bridge. It hangs, rickety and old.

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I built a treasure chest. With gold frills and jewel pieces. I laced the chest with silver coils, shaping danger signs barring curious explorers from opening it. Inside it I put an Egyptian ankh, the toe of the first homo erectus man. Over the years I found more great wonders, like the diary of Amelia Earhart, the Bermuda Triangle's secret. I put it all in this treasure chest of mine, and said,

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A dusty summer afternoon, in the bustle of the city, there stood a girl on the side of the street holding a bunch of roses. "Would you want to buy one for your girlfriend Sir?" she wanted to know. The Sir threw his hand out in exasperation and yelled back at her, asking her to leave them alone. The girlfriend was indifferent, she pulled her sunshades down and pursed her lips together. It

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I've been drifting in and out of work and life the past couple of weeks. Since I have not blogged, this may suggest that I've had no life. However, this would not be true. I've just not been online very much. I lie, I have. Just not blogging but reading. The topic of choice this time around was an exploratory look at serial killers. I'm not sure what turned the lights on this topic, it

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This article was inspired by a quote in the TOI: pg. 18, March 10th."If... [they] think that the women would vote independent.... then they are mistaken...If I asked Rabri Devi to vote a certain way, do you think she would do otherwise?" - Rashtriya Janata Dal President Lalu Prasad voicing his opposition to the women's reservation

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I thought I'd try my hand at a product review & the product in question is the new shade 323 (Dark Chocolate) from L'Oreal. How I bought it: At Health & Glow $$$: Rs 425 Comments: There were plenty of 'test for allergy' warnings all over the box. Was kind of hard to miss the warning, but I did not heed it as I had used the product (not the same shade) before. Application was easy, and the

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 8; the eighth 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.I haven't got the memory of a vedic tantric. Neither do I ever claim to remember all. All I know is what I know, question my memory if you want to. I don't ask you to remember, I

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I am with your heart, pregnant with love and care. I will save it and keep it close to me.I am your daughter, I will marry a man to your expectation and live happy with the many kids I know you want for me.I am your crush, I will ensure that I hold your gaze and never reject the looks. I am your friend, I will be loyal, honest and always a source of support.I am your employee, I will always

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So this is a long delayed post as it has been pointed out by most people. I'm sure there are many more reviews up on the site, so I shall keep it short and hopefully sweet ;-PFirstly: I got there earlier than expected, and found the place easier than I anticipated. So I took a walk around the neighbourhood, to find that the streets are mostly dead ends and the same people kept hanging around

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About to start getting ready for the meet in a couple of hours. Given that it will be my first meet, looking forward to meeting those of you that are going to be there. For those of you who aren't going to be at Kyra, fear not, will hopefully manage to get out a full report of what went on. *Cross fingers and wish me luck, never been the greatest at meeting crowds!

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A week or so ago, got on the bike with a friend and went sight seeing. We were on the bike for a good four hours or so, and I ended up getting sunburns along my cheeks. Now I get why ladies use their shawls to cover their heads and faces. Here I thought, they did that because they were unhappy getting darker. First we went on the new flyover connecting private traffic from Bommanahalli to

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 7; the seventh 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.What if that match never struck, and the fires did not leap from the burner to catch on to your person and burn you down to the ground. Would you be the mother of three, owner of

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I reason with the sun as it rises. Like locusts over a cornfield, the new light spreads over the open field of devastation. And it is here, in front of me I find myself surrounded with tragedy. Open wounds bleed black blood, the field littered with the bodies of thousands who have before me died. Look, at the man with pus pockets on his paled, bloated, waxy body. And that woman there her legs

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There was a time in college, where I went through bad times. It was a carry over of a bad relationship that went wrong, out of reasons that are symptomatic of youth. He was jealous, and I was callous. It sounds simple enough, but it was a huge step for me.I was unprepared to deal with the 'public' outlash of such a break up. Suddenly, there were people trying to sort things out, people trying to

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Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy. They met on the first day of life, and over time they fell in love. They loved each other, or so the girl thought, but she never was sure of her love for him or he for her. They held hands and walked the parks, the rose bushes and had their first kiss under the Holy Tree of Forever Love.The girl she thought, that this love would never end, but a

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I'm not saying don't help Haiti, all I'm saying is, just because everyone tells us that Haiti needs help all the time, doesn't mean that it is the place that needs the most help from everyone.

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Had a long chat with the special friend last night. Things have been nice all this while, and they promise to continue to be nice. I think it's about time I say it out in the open and loud enough for everyone to hear.I've lost the plot. I just don't know anymore. I've been trying to reach out externally and internally, but my compass is just not working. I don't know if many of you face this

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I've been keeping a secret for a whole month, something that I need to tell you about.I'm afraid if I keep it to myself any longer, you'll find out one way or another.I wish you would have more time, so that we could talk.And I could tell you that I found something, that I thought only you could give me.I guess it's not so hard to take the first step, if it wasn't for the fear that I've lead you

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This week's been a quick one.As: is leaving to Australia. We feel that it is about time this happens, given her recent trouble with people in general.Bw: is sad, but met X after a long time. We hung out for a bit trying to get some things designed for Asra.X: got in trouble with the cops last night, for drink driving. Needs to go release his bike from the police station today. I have a question

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I was chatting with a friend's mom over Christmas, and she happened to mention a workshop that she planned to do for the young. The idea was to teach young people basic things, like putting in a light bulb. Or fixing leaking taps, things us city kids know nothing about. Coming to think of it, I don't even have the name of a plumber/electrician on my phone. And I have a lot of numbers.Another

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This is the 5th year of the Blog. With the challenges of the last year, what with the adapter crashing and it taking forever for myself to make it to the shops to purchase it, happy to say I'm back!The year's been good to me so far. Lost will air it's final season soon, there are tons of Gossip Girl episodes to catch up on. Work's been hectic, and personal life's been strangely confusing, four

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I've now spent three years in this company. I'd think it's time to move on, just so I can say I've been around and have a profile of working with different companies and mindsets. But the thing about BPOs are that shifting around within one organization means that you never stay on one major account.Or atleast I don't feel I have, its been a movement in job roles or lately, companies. And dealing

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The weekend was a difficult one. Had to say good bye to work friends, who ended up being closer than previously anticipated. It's been cold, rainy, windy & gloomy bangalore. A lot of people would be happy with the weather, I am too.So after nearly two years of non action in the banking department, put a cake in the oven, and well, waiting to see if this one comes out better than the others that

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The latest financial crisis to affect the world & the country en large has brough to focus some of the problems or areas that the country needs to focus on. One of these areas, is a much advertised word, Bankruptcy.While India has imported the culture of borrowing & spending money that is not owned (through the purchase of loans and credit cards) and the latest Gen has moved forward to adpat to

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I'm confused about who Gen X, Y & Z are supposed to be, but in this post the terminology is used to refer to those between this median- 21 to 34. It looks like the young country has ridden through and out of the recession. The new graduates this year have been absorbed into the BPOs, just like the previous years, with the exception of one trend. Large numbers of Engineering grads have been

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Grandma's come home for a visit, with the Grandpa and as always we got into a debate. The first was on marriage. I said that I need my wedding to be a day of happiness, where things are rosy, because it may be the only day things go the way I want them to.Grandma, surprised & slightly shocked (though she really should know better) countered the statement by telling me that I'm supposed to be sad,

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They tell you in stories, through all means of communication: internet, television, books, newspapers and I suspect the Egyptian tombs, that love is this all conquering, omnipresent something that gives us the humanity and the patience to bear the hardest life that we have.Just like bees round flowers or like rain makes someone wet, love is that special thing that makes life worth the pain and

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Is it just me or are we increasingly being inundated with RIP messages, tribute shows & advertisements that focus on the person that's passed away. We get told, of the celebrity's body of work, their nuances, scandals- and to conclude, they advise that this person was a quasi legend, and their death would mean that we've lost an integral part of the industry.The deaths in the last couple of

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The thing about written words and spoken words are that the meanings alloted to each are different.When something is written, the author, past having written the words has no control over who may read it and what they may interpret.When something is spoken, I suppose it is similar, but spoken words allow the listener to comprehend what is not spoken as well. The tone of their voice, the

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A friend said she'd like to line up all the men that she's known all her life, and bring out a gun and shoot them. The same friend today, said that she wanted to get a new boyfriend and asked me for some tips. A male friend was overheard saying this, "Don't waste your time on women, yaar. Use and throw, that's the life you want to lead. Why get engaged in all this nonsense with Love and etc".3

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A friend died on Saturday of a drug overdose. He had a drug problem for the duration of my friendship with him, which would total three years shortly. They found him dead & alone, and informed his family.And as it is with those that die young, he was smart, brilliant and a wonderful person to know. That is if I forget the mood swings that he would have, where he was known to suddenly get angry

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It was an important occasion yesterday, and in a different time and place, I suppose it would have marked a celebration of a relationship that would have, as of yesterday lasted a four year term.Instead it was celebrated in silent thoughts, slow rolling crocodile tears, and most importantly alone. I don't think it was sadness, I think it was just a slow realization, that once again it really has

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I don't know about you, but when ever I meet someone I extend my hand to say hello to them, and then let them lead me. They smile, and then ask me something about myself, and then I return the gesture and accompany it with another question.And if the other person feels the same way, then they too follow my lead and we have a conversation, and get to know one another, and maybe the next time I see

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I went for lunch yesterday at a friends place, and on the way back, which was a bit of distance I was thinking about my life and what we had done through the eyes of the traditional Indian. So often we worry about God and his judgement, that we forget the judgement people make on people like us.The days when boys and girls don't talk to eachother are gone. A person's gender has become irrelevant

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So we're going through this project at work. And I hope I rise to the ocassion and I certainly do hope to do the best.But I know what will make me happier. A stable life, a known tommorow. Not money wise but person wise. I guess, at the end of the day, it's all I've ever wanted.

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