tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153872142011-08-23T05:28:22.121-07:00Read this blog but slowly to get what I want you to. There could be hidden chapaats. Chapaat for reading this line. (Ask yourself how slowly you read the previous line)Kaala Kavvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538165302886488647noreply@blogger.comBlogger1491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387214.post-81383632687093866132007-03-17T22:12:00.000-07:002008-03-06T11:19:17.135-08:00

I live in the presence of humble beings. Whether they are intrinsically so or exalted presence humbles my comrades is as sensational a topic of discussion as the question that whether the pet dog of Ashoka's seventh wife was known as Tommy or Chintu, or did he have any seventh wife at all. The bottom line is, I see them humbled. (Experts say that Ashoka was highly influenced by the west and had

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And I expect yove. How, tell me, am I worth it all? The noblest thing extant desired by the lowliest of the characters. How do I expect ambrosia after sowing poison? How presumptuous of me. Oh please, how can the poor I find my way of out this. The poor I is capable of nothing. Most ignoble, stubborn and exceedingly ugly, I find nothing to my cause. I depend of the perfection of the heart, the

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People live on their lives, people like me, without yove, crying, in torment. And I want to break free and get entangled in your yove. Otherwise I shall go on living in the living hell with no hope of recovery. I want to get out of the question and live in the answer.What am I to do with people? People who come and go - like seasons - stolid and free. I am to do with myself and my yove, that

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Ha ha ha ha! Make me mad after it please! I want to be insane. Think me mad of human race! Please treat me as mad and banish me from your memories! I would love to be known as mad. What ego then? What attachment? What ego now? Of what can I pride. I am like a beggar entreating, asking for yove for all that I seem to possess is of no value except that it might help me survive physically. But the

Kaala Kavvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538165302886488647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387214.post-66402222506356854832007-02-10T09:46:00.001-08:002007-03-28T10:06:04.592-07:00

And what has this world become. I see no friends, no relatives. All a superficial part of life. Customary. All for their business. There is no love I see in children or parents, neither brother nor sister, but only an outward appearance. I am a cynic for that is all one can be given the hollow ways of the world; of which I am, unexceptionally and unfortunately, a part.How short is the life and so

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I concern myself with nothing more than what I need most - love. Tonnes of it! Let my heart be as tender as cotton, as smooth as silk, as warm as wool. Let it be saturated with your love and let it still want more, the greed of love. Wow!Alas, my affection, the pull towards you is so inchoate. It should live on the increasing side of things. And this cub of fondness too, can provide such an

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I run after love, how amusing if I catch it, how so wonderful if I don't now and so says submission. How rugged is the ego with sharp edges and I apply the silk of love, cream of submission and cover it with the smooth indifference.I run after a variety of other things too, for after all, the heart in me contains loves of different kinds. Say the love of the ego or the love of a million other

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Outside the air is still and tranquil, but the inside is roiling and boiling. Outside, the seasons change everyday, gradually, until I realize that it has changed completely from winter to summer to autumn and spring. But on the inside, the ostensible changes are the different facades of the same structure, the masks of the same entity. The masks are black and white, and grey too but the

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In every sphere(and cube) of my life (my life is strictly symmetrical), I have met people and have befriended many and that is how they reside on my yahoo list - according to their origin with respect to me (wow so much respect). Unfortunately, there is one whom my list is bereft of, The Yapolko. (Yes, that's the name)The Yapolko is incorporeal, in simpler words, a ghost, a spirit or an aatmaa if

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Twenty seven murders, thirty eight more attempts, smuggles worth millions, innumerable thefts and countless wily tricks (at the age of nineteen) had made her the most satisfied girl in the world until she woke up one day and owe it all to an obscure dream, she felt something very heavy on her chest, something rotting in her mind and an invisible force that pricked every part of her body. It was

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In the new era of computer technology, where we have left 286s and floppy drives disused, there lives XP and the like. Luxuries, for atleast now. What I love most about XP(and contemporary OSs so as to not sound partisan) is that you can save your entire virtual situation and retrieve it at startup, better called Hibernation. It simply saves all the RAM(Don't you ask what this means or you don't

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In the land of eyesores, I landed today, just to be landed by the blows of boredom. Boredom here signifies the state when one is so bored, one becomes dumb(and numb).In an alien world today, that formed by one of my cousin sister's engagement(read enjajement), consecrated by my holy tread, consisting entirely of multitudes greybeards and hags(some moustached) and distorted physiognomies(young and

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---------PART I ---------Paean to the egoI am a man of a thousand achievements and a million and one possessions, eight billion talents and boundless virtue, or so it may seem or I may claim humbly enough. I take respite in the hope of being different, unique, disparate from all 'cause I've heard or held an unfounded belief that the difference makes the difference and indifference is the

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The world is full of sleepers, but it's fuller of non-sleepers and fuller is a newly coined term as you might already have conjectured, or maybe not. And I, the might one, am one of the non-sleepers today errr, I mean tonight. One of the causes might be that I woke up not before midday and others might include facts like physically active, as I am, I wouldn't want to sleep so early and what

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Its the chicken-soup reign, again. As I noisily sipped the soup, it made me remember the typhoid days (and nights too), when I was supposed to have two big bows of soup in a day. Not that I don't savor the stew, but the everyday notion of it is a bit too much, esp homemade chicken soup has that homemade healthy, rather a very naive kinda look and taste which makes it even more unappealing.The

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I have been tagged. But before I dilligently wipe that tag ka daag off myself I have something more serious to say. My neighbour's sister-in-law's daugther's friend's pet cat ate her per pet rat but that is not what I wish to tell you. It is even more serious. A matter more sober than you can ever imagine emanating out of my thoughts.In a programme on discovery channel they said that after

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My wash-basin has been annoying me for the past two months now. Its a stupid piece of... of whatever the blody thing is made of...Grrr.. its such a bloody stupid basin. Ask me why! Ask Ask! Ok. I must not overreact. Let me explain. The problem with it is that whenever I bend to wash my face or open the tap for some purposeful purpose, I see one thing written in front of me in the basin. It says '

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What will I do when I die ? I do so much, get so much more. But what will be of use when I die!I want something to work then! Otherwise everything is waste because it will end.Tell me!

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Writing a blog, is child's play. Easy job, I tell you. Some people love writing posts and sharing stuff but still those lackadaisical insects wounldn't gather enough courage to write one complete post. Darn such idiots. They find it hard.That bloody Mr.X was one of them. He no more owns chapaat. Infact he is no more(Obviously more nahi hai, insaan hai). Meet me, I'm !Xobile. I'm from south

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There's just 14 types of blogposts I can write. One is the stupid type and I don't remember the rest. But thats not an offence is it ? And even if it is, boooooo 2 youuuuuu... Now, generally, It is a tradition to say 'sorry for not blogging' after you return to blogspot after a while but I'm not gonna do that as I know there's nobody dying to read my stuff.If you've had the courage and

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However gloomy it may sound, everything must end. Everything. Death looms it all. And if one thinks it does not, wait and see.One may work, work and work, but in the end all that matters is nothing. Empty handed is everyone to leave.A dream, while it is occuring, seems real. Reality seems real too. After this ends, one will realize it was a dream too. Whats the difference ? Only the time scales

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Life has been, exciting to say the least if not fun. For these major exams has shown me a lot of drama, suspense, tragedy, melodrama and action. (But no romance). I have just come out of an exam worth 50 marks which had only one question (Yes 50 / 100) and 2 hours to do it. Fortunately and unfortunately, I hadn't studied that topic so I invent a new ingenuous method of solving the problem based

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Let go of it.Easily, Smoothly. Because no matter how much joy you get out of it, it must go, sooner or later. Never cling onto it. It'll make you just more dependent.Let go of it. You are not dependent. When the time comes, you shall get what you ought to and lose what you ought to so never make a fuss about anything and let go of it. What is in your hands afterall ? Just the ability to let it

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The first part of this article was written in 1931 and the latter part is what I've completed now.30th April, 1931In the evening today, for some obscure reason, my room got populated with mosquitos and for a reason obscurer, they started waging wars against me. So I asked my mom to give me the Baygon Spray. While handling the spray she said"Don't forget to wash your hands after using it"Something

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I love cheetahs. There was a time when I liked cockroaches not the real living ones but paintings and drawing of cockroaches. 'Cockroachaa' was once my favorite word. But now I started like cheetahs a lot. Though I've never met one in reality (and most probably will never), I will always continue liking them for their alarcity and swiftness. Cheetahs are non-vegans but that does not mean they're

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Recently there was an email, about a departmental magazine to be out in college and they needed articles. There was a punch line though, "See that the articles are related to the department". Then X came to the rescue and give forth this and I ask could it be more related to the (Chemical Engg.) department..**As the engineer trod the control room floor for the last time, for one last time he(not

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If you'd ask me, Well, Why would anybody commit that mistake, but still, lets say by chance you asked me, That dear, what set of people would you term as the most apprehensive.. Then within a couple of microseconds I'd speak out, without any doubt, Waiters. Yes Sir! The waiters at the restaurants. (If, out of inexperience, you don't know what a waiter or a restaurant is, Click Here) If you

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Don't you think 50% is just tooooooooooooo much ???Then click here.

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Once upon a time there was a contest, the Mr.Disease contest, which judged the best and the most powerful disease amonst all. Everybody had come, heartthrobs like AIDS, TB etc. Then there were different cancers; blood, lungs, skin. They all really looked nice. Not to forget Mr. Heart-Problems. There were small and mediocre ones like cold, cough, headache who had also come, although I don't think

Kaala Kavvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538165302886488647noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387214.post-1144076281301316602006-04-03T07:34:00.000-07:002006-04-03T07:58:01.376-07:00

Namuno wala tag.* Taken a picture naked? I've left the 'show' ;) business now.* Made out with a member of the same sex? Arre.. you dare ask me vaaheeyaat sawaals. No!* Made out with a member of the opposite sex?? Well.. Umm... If I must be honest then... Umm.... No...* Danced in front of your mirror? No. If would've ever seen myself dancing, I would've never danced after that. Hence. No.* Told

Kaala Kavvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538165302886488647noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387214.post-1143920199718851262006-04-01T11:34:00.000-08:002006-04-01T11:36:39.783-08:00

We get to know that obvious things are obvious only after it is obvious that they were obvious. Recursion Glorified.There may be pin drop silence here now... But beware... Mr.X shall strike again with full splendor. (Not the bike dumbo!)

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Mani is a nice boy. Or atleast he's clever enough to make others believe he's one. But all his cleverness fails him to get what he wants. As it never matters who this dumb character called Mani was. The world moves on.Striving hard to make a place in this speedy world and get himself a position, he fails to understand what shall come of use and what shall not. He think's everything's useless but,

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(Got this by male... errrrr.. Mail !)

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Disclaimer: The story below is almost, purely fictional. Any resemblance with any individual (or group) living, dead or dying should most probably be coincidental.It was a cool autumn night. The 17th day of march, 2005. And it happened. Everything looked different. The spider hung down from its slender thread staring straight into my eyes and me staring into his. Wooh! Risking his life to look at

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Young deepu always loved firangis. (Esp firangi girls). In his dreams, he dreamt firangis. In his talks, he talked firangis. In his food, he ate (like) firangis. Deepu's papa was indignant at this absurd obsession but he didn't have much he could do."What do you want to do when you grow up deepu bete? ", asked his papa's cousin daughter's father-in-law's friend's son-in-law's brother(he was also

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Its a rule. Whats a rule ?Its a rule that whenever some friend of mine gets a call on his/her cell, I would attempt to feign his/her voice and attend to the call. Though it doesn't work very well, but I enjoy it. (Ofcourse I don't take calls from parents etc).So it was this time A,B,C,D,E,F.... (i don't know upto what) and me were sitting together. (all guys). Suddenly D's phone rang. So it being

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Till date(and time) about.. err.. 14+2+1 = 16 people have complimented me about my calculational skills. I'm too good at calculation. I know. Thank you. I remember this one time when my friend was panick-stricken as he had to submit his practical report for the final exam with only 10 mins left and he had to do about a million crucial calculations. He was hysterical."Get me a bloody calculator"

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I'm gonna quit blogging.For a fortnight. Yes I'm quitting it for 15 measley days. I'm quitting chatting too.I'm addicted to checking my mail. I check it 342.88728 approx times a day even when no one mails me. So maybe I'll reduce the number to 1.Currently, I'm damn sleepy. I had an awesome meal just now. And I'm damn sleepy... Well I know you will try to ask this question, that if I'm sleepy, why

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Characters:1. Me (Leading actor)2. Hima (Leading Victim)3. Patti (Supporting Actor) (Very supportive guy (cow nahi boy)..)4. Alto (Guest Appearence)5. My mom.Scene 1: Somedate, Somemonth, 2004Me (on phone): Hey you Hima! Come to me house. I have to show you something. Hurry!Hima: Okay! I'm thereHima starts running to me house.I must tell you here,Hima does sound like Hema Malini, but,Hima is a

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Mom's not at home. She'll be back in some time. Tell me. What do you do when you're hungry ? When you're as bloody hungry as a hungry lion who bloody hasn't hungrily eaten for the bloody past 3.772 hungry days ? No No! I'm not going to hunt a deer now. I'm so hungry, I don't think I'm in India, I feel as if I'm in Hungary.Once lurked a hungry lion, not to mention his 3.772 approx days old hunger.

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There are almost 2.000000277(approx) types of people in this world-1. People who have a negative IQ and keep doing classifications on people.2. The rest.Unrelated: I was once a workaholic and people used to tell me,"All work and no play, Makes jack a dull boy"I used to thank mom, my name's not jack.The english were smart people. Sidenote: Have you ever noticed the name of the language and the

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Jaane kyu yeh log chasma laga ke ghoomte hain,yeh aakhein kaha jhooth bolna chhodti hain..Jaane kyu log paraye ko apna samajh lete hain,yeh nadeeyan kaha apna mukh modti hain..Kya malum, kyu log in chahaato ko liye firte hain,yeh kambakht chain hamaraa hamesha hee todti hain..Kisko malum yeh pyaar kis chidiya ka naam hai,pyaar ke to sirf naam ke hee chaadar, jhoothi yeh duniya odti hai..Apne

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I entered into the elevator of the CS department and after me entered two CS proffessors. One was an old but a tall guy and the other one was Sack. Yes. I wonder too. What kind of a name is Sack ? I mean he looked pretty normal to me. (No, not pretty, just normal).. In no way did he resemble a sack. I don't think we could carry coal in him. He's definately not a sack. That for sure! Or maybe I've

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Shanti Devi was 72. She was 72 and alone. She was 72, alone and disowned for now, to her kids, she was just a blind pack of bones and skin who served no purpose. The destitute lady moved slowly with her waking stick unaware of her surroundings. Her eyes had left her long ago and now, everyone she had.... or maybe she never had them. Not knowing where to go, she thought death was her only home so

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As soon as I start reading a friend's blog, my heart start beating. Yes, my heart is really violent. So it starts beating. I mean it was always beating even before but now its does even harder.What man! You didn't even ask Why ? Damn you. I'll still tell you. :P. The reason being tagophobia. People tend to tag around quite mercilessly. If the post I'm reading is a tag, then I start to get out of

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You realize something's wrong only when you start to feel it. Before that, its there but you're not bothered or maybe you don't even know.To tell you the truth, I have always been full of cavities. The biggest one on the top floor and not to mention the numerous ones in my mouth. The reason ? I love chocolates. I love them infinitely and I am extremely possessive about them. Hence in life, I have

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Hey doston, jo tum mazaak udaa rahe they, to lo iski original kahaani sun lo, Lion form mein. (lion = sher anpad!)Chapaat jo mera naam pada hai, haye is duniya mein zulum bada hai,zaalimo kee jo fauj khadi hai, chai peeyoge ? thand badi hai.Ek din kee tum baat sunoji, Din nahi thaa raat thee wo ji,Lions ka ab mood hua hai, Lo suno fir , arz kiya hai.Lion jo pasand na aaye, to mera to kuch naa

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There are 100's of movies that are realeased in a year. Kuch aisa hee khel 2005 mein huva. I am listing some of the movies which were released in 2005 but no one has heard of them. This list was originally made by Ms. Happening and e-mailed to me. The expert comments shown are given by her, though I have added and edited some.Hence. Pado and Ash karo.Some of the movies in 2005.7 ½ Phere :::: Waah

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The previous post was the 100th chapaat. So this will be... um.. umm.... yes 100 + 3.863 - 2.861 - .002 = 101 th chapaat. (Don't ask questions about my calculation!).I was very happy after writing 100 chapaats. I thought'Now I'll change chapaat. Comments style, page template, sidebar! Chun chun ke change karunga! chun chun ke'But I'm a lazy bum. Well, I also could not find a very nice template

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There are many who can speak french. But there are many who can't. And Im surely one of the many. Funny are the people who can speak it. They'r also funny who can't. Still I think, that Im not funny. Sense, it seems, is difficult to find,So sense the sense in this my friendI know, for you, its a tough one honey.To tell the truth, I dont think there's any. (Doesn't make sense ? Look out for

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ChapaatMillions of people, till date have asked me, "Oye! What does this chapaat mean??"Okay! Close your mouth now, I'm only kidding. Only about 4.3623 (approx) people have asked me. So as sit back, close your eyes and relax as you read the answer to the mind-gobbling.. oh I mean mind-boggling question posed to me.History:(Suggestion: Just try to imagine what you are read to get a prettier effect

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Imagine the olden days. The really old ones. When there were forests, swamps, frogs, kings and princes and all such stuff.. When there were sinister witches who relished casting evil spells on poor princes just for passing time. When there princesses and were as beautiful as lilies, as spicy as the chilies, with fine figures as triangle isosceles, (sorry for the zabardasti rhyme) who used to roam

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[[ results and winners out! ]]Overall Winner:Mr.The Anonymous must congratulated for he has cracked 8 / 9 names and must be chapaated coz he missed such an easy one. (7th wala)Hence a shabaashi type chapaat to you.Everyone please give him a hand. (on his cheek as shabaashi chapaat)Kudos to other people who have attemped got answers. Their names can be seen under the pictures. There are some

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This one's gonna be long. So either get ready for the irritating voyage or press Alt + F4 now!Oh! If you're using mozilla, close only this tab varna sab kuch udd jayega!!! Ha ha ha ha!There do exist such people, and trust me they do, people, who're so easy to hate. Easily detestable. There're some people who're just so stubborn and irritating, you could lose all your patients and shoot them with

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Note: My previous chapaat (The phone broke down) was purely fictional. And almost everybody have sent their condolonces about my phone or have mentioned their greviances about phones. I just wanted to introduce a new phrase. 'The potty is calling the pot dirty'. __ Recently, I met dude online and dude asked"Hey Hero!!! WHATS UP!!!!!!!!!"Since dude does not live in India, I thought maybe dude

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My phone broke down.(No not like this!!)It stopped working.And living without a phone in the modern world is like living without a heater in the ice-age! So he was given the task of finding the colony lineman. I searched meticulously for the lineman but could not find him. I searched and researched the parks, the streets, the alleys, the basements, the space underneath parked cars even but the

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Read best at 1 word per second.---Being rich from outside has a use... It makes it easier to realize how poor one is from inside.Being very intelligent and learned has a use... It might show how less you acutally know.Having a lot of power and strength from outside has a use... There's a chance one gets to realize how weak or feeble one is.Being very emotional has a use... It can show how

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Na! Never form opinions of the chapaat from the title. You'll land on a completely different planet! Read on...---I am less of a human. Though I'm not animal either. I don't know, I'm really unsure about it all. The mercury has dropped here in Delhi and still I don't feel it much. I'm mostly sitting in my house in my T-shirt and shorts.. No sweater, no socks n stuff. Well I can't just wear that.

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Note: The ONLY english word in the title is 'tag'.The Intro:Okay. Tagged again. This time by my friend Ramu Kaka (Dont click on her name. Her blog is not worth seeing). But this is a special tag. Firstly, It has a name. It is called 'Tag Shag'. (shag ka english meaning nahi use karna please!)I have to write a 'tag shag' story in less than 55.5 words that rhymes!.(Thank god, language restrictions

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Disclaimer: I'm not an MCP. If you are a girl and don't think you have a heart to take this, skip this. But its all a part of the game. No hard feelings.--What all people(Bandis) do to look beautiful. Oh man! But its okay. Girls should look beautiful even if they have punched on a 5 mm thick layer of powder or stuff like that. Its good. Afterall, I'm here to say 'What goes of me ?'. (Mere kya

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No nothing about seekh kababs or such stuff.Just a lesson.If a lot of people start agreeing with you on what you think is the truth, you have a great chance of being wrong.Now tell me you don't agree with me on this!!:D

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RamblingHello. My name is Tom J. Hendricks (junior).You can call me Tommy Jack Hendricks.This post has not been written by Sir.Randomraj but they (for respect) have given this space to me for posting some critical information that we thought would be critical. [[Laugh]] Index1.Rambling2.Index3.Introduction4.Preface5. [[Insert item here]]6. [[Insert item here]]IntroductionFirstly, don't form

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One night when I dreamt, I found myself unkempt, poor and filthy.It pinched me a lot, the morbid thought, of being lowly and unhealthy.Dreaming the next night, I saw an amazing sight, I was a respected being.Now I was enjoying, I wasn't regarded as annoying, a dream worth seeing.I know I dream a lot, wonder if its bad or not, but good, I let it be.But they come and go, something all of us know,

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I am facing a problem I don't think anyone has ever faced before. It all starts with my major exams. The problem is that I have to study but I dont want to. And now I don't know what to do! Imagine! Have you ever even heard of something like this before ??I feel studying is so boring! Sorry for sounding so absurd but I speak out what I feel. I know Im random. Infact my name should not be Maniraj.

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If life, when things happen, you have only 2 options.1.Crib, Cry, Complain, Cuss, Curse and Accept.2.Accept.

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Everything should be done logically. Absolutely logically and with reasoning. What I feel has no logic HAS to be, most obviously, incorrect as it is illogical. There is a logical reasoning for anything and everything we see and observe and I don't think that our experience can ever be wrong. Never!There's just one problem. What do I do when my logic or understanding is limited ?? ____ When I was

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Meri kaha aukaat hai aisa kuch bolne kee ??Listen to the great ones. ___ kbIr hwf jry ija lwkrI kys jry ija Gwsu ] kabeer haad jaray jio laakree kays jaray jio ghaas. Kabeer, the bones burn like wood, and the hair burns like straw. eh jg jrqw dyiK kY BeAo kbI{ adws ] ih jag jartaa daykh kai bhayo kabeer udaas.

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"Mera dimaag dimaag nahi computer hai"I have to say this. Don't think Im chacha chaudary or sumtn, afterall how can I be a chacha, my bro is too young to have a kid..... So If you wonder why I am like a computer, I must tell you. My friend tells me I get stuck. (I will not tell you that my friend's name is Feenix). She says I get stuck and I have a luinguistic hangover. I keep repeating the same

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When was the going easy for it to get tough?? Ha Ha Ha Ha (I'm laughin)__ When I was in class 1, (Do I need to mention I was a 1st class guy ?)So,When I was in class 1, one day I did not complete my maths homework. Everyone had done it, I forgot to. That was till then, the most dreadful moment of my life. Believe me, if I had a stress testing machine then, the machine would've cracked. I had not

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Well, I was told to write 20 random things about myself by Abhinav. He is my Senior/4. [[click to know meaning]] and always wanted to rag me, even though he never met me. He thought ragging to nahi kar paya, chalo tagging kar deta hu. Evil!So... When Im supposed to write 20 random things about myself, I think I have an easier way.'20 Random things about myself' [[Acha likha naa ??]]OrI could do

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Thinking why I might be needing straw ??Well, I dont... My friend does. Scroll down to find out............Thoda sa aur..He's a car-crash tester. So you see, its justified. ______ChirkutOrkut is Amazing. My friend called Patti just logged in to orkut and noticed something very nice.[[Click and open in new window]]Hmm...Dear Anand(encircled) seems to be skeptical about it.------

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[[I'd request you to read this small poem, very carefully, word by word (like I've written it) to get what I want you to]]--Damn YouWhen the eyes are red,Red, of the tears that emanate.When you feel so choked,Choked, with what lay innate.When you cannot sleep,For so fierce, is the pain.When you can't still be awake,but sleep, you cannot obtain.Ah! Tell me, Tell me,To what, should I hold ?Why,

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When I was in class 3rd, I was a real 3rd class guy. My standard was very low. (Obviously, 3rd is a low standard). I always stood 25th in class. Thats because my name starts with an 'M' and my roll no. was roll no. 25 for many years. And in the line, you had to stand roll no wise. So I started telling everybody that my name is 'Amani', but the A is silent. But I still had this duffer friend

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I lost the competition today. I feel nice. Don't laugh!I feel nice because...........Because..... I'm unaffected by losing it. I feel nice again.If I look carefully, I see something strange. I see a life in everything.Seems gramatically incorrect ?I should say, I see a lifetime in everything.Seems stupid ?I should maybe simply say, I see that everything is passing.Don't mock me on this, but when

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Sometimes I feel that I wonder aimlessly. I mostly wander aimlessly too, but I think wondering aimlessly is worse. I wonder why I wonder. I wonder why I ask 'why' also.Ha Ha Ha Ha... (Thats my style of laughing at things)Life is, amazingly, two-faced. Very amazingly indeed.Every night has a day and every head has a tail. Now please dont touch the back of your head to verify. I was talking about

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No more bad! , but, Easier said than done .So sure lad? , but, Is your 'said', then done ?----Yaar, suddenly Im starting too feel, that I cannot write good chapaats anymore. (As if I did a while ago :D)I dunno what to do ???????

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Thursday was jolly's treat.Jolly is a guy from the camp.Dont ask what 'the camp' is.Just assume its 'the camp'.He invited me to dinner that night.He's a cook. (He calls himself a chef though)He said he'll make food himself.I said okSun raha hai koi ?"Nahi pad raha hu"Ok!I askd him who's comin.He said buzz grp..Buzz group was the name of our group at 'the camp'.I said ok.I expected that we'll be 4

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Oh what should I try to want,For all I see, perishes,Opening my eyes, I see it passing,What is then, the use, of my wishes ?Oh tell me that, that remains,and that is what I, will want.When I have, what not vanishes,the evanescence, would not, then haunt.

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[[Pls read the whole text below in heavy English accent. Assume you are an englishman/woman with with a long black overcoat and a bowtie and you speak with your head up and eyes closed. You shall then get the intended feel of the text]]---Oh darn these despicable creatures who cannot value such an art. Or may I say, they just don't have an eye for it. How wretched would one's life be without the

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My friend Jolly studies somewhere in a village in aurangabad. He's back in Delhi now.Jolly said, "Arre man! Please come on thursday. Then my holidays are gonna finish"I was surprised"Yaar Jolly! You've got holidays ?? I thought Diwali is near.. Why'd you get HoliDays ??""Arre man! Those people in my collez, they'r so dumb, they thought it was holi and announced Holidays.. .We also didn't argue...

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A bf and a gf sat in the park which shone with moonlight.Her eyes sparkled as he looked into them. He was more than mesmerized.And suddenly he said"My darling! I've been dying to tell you.."The girl holds his hand and says"Oh please do! Im eager to hear what you want to say""My darling! I ... I .... I love you"The girl's face lit up.She looked delighted and said"Wow!! Me too!!! Even I love

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I got a new cell yesterday.It works awesomely, has great features, wonderful looksand the best part...it shows the amount of battery left..I must show you its photo..(Yes... Scroll Down!)Good hai naa ??_______Chapaat.... Has become famous! (Click for larger view)____Captain Planet... He's a heroGonna take pollution down to zero!______P.S. The captain planet article was placed here as a substute

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Well, before I reached collez......"Oh you mean while you were on the way??"No!I mean, before I started studyin in collez....."Ohh!! Do you actually STUDY in collez ??"Oh shit!Before I joined collez.."Thats fine...."So, before I was here(in collez) , I had a very odd impression about dipsites. (People from DPS)I thought people from that school were too highly impressed by the west and everybody

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Some people have already read this one.. And some of the some who read did not understand.Lets see if you can.. And lemme tell you, understanding this does not require an IQ as such.---Mission JimIt was quiet and cold. Yullee was alone in the bathroom looking carefully at the dead flywhen suddenly hully came in. Hully saw the dead fly and was reminded of their father.Juller, their father was the

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Abey Tu!Array! (computer wala nahi hindi wala)Aaap yaha..? ! ? ?!Aaaj raasta kaise bhool gaye ??"Abay Idiot bhoole nahi yaad aa gaya! Chapaat 2 u"Aaaaah! (chapaat padega to awaaz to aayegi naa!!)____JackieI seem to be using this word quite a lot and people understand less of it.So I write this to eludicate on the topic.The word Jackie gets its origin from one of the most respected, famous and

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LessonNobody's prefect... Oh I mean perfect. _____ Puppy! This is the story of my friend, actually, an autobiography in a different trend, in his words what happened in his life and how so I think I should start off now.I love nature and all its creatures..I love everyone and all their features. Once I wanted to savor the natural beauty and a stroll through the forest made my heart fruity. Going

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I have always believed(as far as i remember) in the EAE thingy...Expression Amplifies EmotionI write this post, not for you to read but beacuse I want to blurt out what I feel.Im not in my seriously joking mood today so I even write this post in a different color to indicate that.--We always run after pleasure, not realizing that our best friend is only pain who always stays with us. The irony

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Oh! you're wondering about the title ?WHAT YOU AREN'T???But I'll still tell you. Whenever I write a title, I speak it out first to see what it sounds like.I was wanting to write 'Chapaat' and while speaking I sneezed. According to my 'usools' I had to write it the way I spoke it._______Nice ChapaatPeople call Chapaat not-so-good,lame, unfunny, dirty, barbaad,'hugga'... so I thought why not write

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I looked into my watch, it said 'dark'. (Yes my watch speaks!!)I looked around.. anyone could say it was 8:34 PM...We; Handa, Patti, Odie and Me were roaming around in the ptich-blackness of the dear park in front of IIT. Roaming around, we realised we reached really deeeeeeep into the park with no one around except us and a pathway. Surrounded by black trees & plants and noisy insects, we moved

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There are many who can speak french.But there are many who can't.And Im surely one of the many.Funny are the people who can speak it.They'r also funny who can't.Still I think, that Im not funny.Sense, it seems, is difficult to find,So sense the sense in this my friendI know, for you, its a tough one honey.To tell the truth, I dont think there's any._____CricketThe cricket was wonderful. The whole

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Yahoo's become like srk.. Will do anything, decent or indecent, to earn.I login to yahoo mail to find..... (Click the pic please)Now thats a PC-given-Chapaat.

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Note:The title is not not 'ud-dhaar' as in kalyaan/bettermentbut its 'udhaar' as in credit.DurejaDureja is a cool guy. His normal body temperature is also about 95F.The only problem he faces is that no one reads his blog.Thats why its called http://whosgonnareadit.blogspot.comWell one day we guys were talkin and he started crying...Dureja(crying): yaar... Im so gareeb... So gareeb... I can't even

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Paintings ShaintingsMany of you are thinking that Im a born talent or sumtn like that.. and Ill turn into some Michaelangelo (see, i dont even know spellin) type painter as I grow...Thats maybe... untrue.I've been painting, using a software called Twisted Brush, a specialized painting software.Though I've not used digital enhancement, ie I use the simple basic tools like brushes, cloth and

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Im simply in love with these writings, an example of which Im posting... You might not understand or maybe like to understand what is said but I just wanna say Im in love. Written below is the original text with english translation below... But obviously, the translation bottlenecks the original greatness of the text.______ aiso ih sansaar paykhnaa rahan na ko-oo pa-eehai rayThis world as

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If you thought I was mani, dude you were wrong...Coz Im back!Back from where??? you might try to ask....Well, Ill not answer your Q. (:P to you)I wish to shed light on a special topic today. (Yes... Im like a tubelight)Many times while chatting, I use the word 'chape'.Unfortunately, the poor 5 letta word, with it carries many controversies..Firstly, many people would not know its meaning and

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Thought for the dayDont think too much. You could have joint pains.. (knee pains ie)_____The Sober PartI know I've been an irregular chapaater.But today, I have a different chapaat. A completely unique unchapaating chapaat.I today, present to you, my newest hobby.. Painting.I have been painting for 2 days now and Im glad to show you 'all my masterpieces'.____(click paintings to see enlarged view)

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When you wanna take take, its greed.When you wanna give take, its trade.When you wanna give give, its called love.When you only expect, its greed.When you expect and are expected, its trade.When there's no expecting, its love.When you're violent, its greed.When you're angry, its trade.When you're content, its love.When you want to kill, its greed.When you dont kill so the other won't kill, its

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Yesterday, my minors ended. Not to mention, the Material Sc. exam went as good as good can be.Actually speaking, it went as good as good can be.After the minors said bye bye, I was happy, though unaffected of being a minor-overed guy.I felt nice, infact chill... I was so chill, I felt as if I reached africa.(The atmosphere was much warmer as compared to me na!)Last night, was a nightout at

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Truckload(courtesy creepu):Q1.Are you bored ??Q2.Want to do something interesting ??A. We suggest you give loans.. They're actually interesting!_____ The Nahiiiiiiii partSeems Ze Chapaater is gonna get a bad chapaat tomorrow!As they say in the hindi movies,Nahiiiiiiiiii ! keh do ke yeh jhooth haiStop smiling at my misery.Anyways...Ive got my AML120 minor tomorrow.If you're wondering what AML120

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The lingo here at IITd is amazin. They try to shorten everything up. Everything... they shorten things so much that a full fledged novel can be converted into a short story."Yaar tu stud hai yaar!" would be the favourite line of any general arbit person you might find roaming around here and the popularity of the word 'arbit' which stands for arbitrary, justcannot be explained."Studapaa mat jhaad

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