tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54140930691912816432011-12-14T03:24:56.634-08:00Chapaat for reading me.Kaala Kavvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538165302886488647noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414093069191281643.post-62597911709894539622011-10-07T12:55:00.000-07:002011-10-07T13:00:11.437-07:00

1. Simple living, High thinking His style of living was very simple - old, torn clothes, overgrown beard, teeth rusting for months and a luxury-less life in the mountains, Gabbar was so dedicated towards his mission in life that he not a single moment for life's comforts. With thoughts like "Jo darr gaya, samjho mar gaya (he who is scared, buddy, consider him dead, already)" immediately shows the

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I recommend www.madeinhealth.com for any kind of nutritional supplements like whey protein etc. They offer 100% genuine stuff at awesome prices.

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It pains to think, to create new, each time,And being mediocre is but hardly a crime,But I can twist meanings or even break rhyme,if you don't believe me, look I just did.

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Did your puppy die young or did you trip into a manhole? Did you visit the dentist yesterday or did you find out your girlfriend was a boy? Bad things happen and as life would say - they have a right to happen. Given that we've suffered once through the torment should not mean we should retain memories that torture us for decades. But what is the solution?So you want to know how to erase a

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No talks, no writing, no advice can put you on ease;
when the heart aches, you just need a release;
no friend, no stranger, no family can help subside the pain;
the source of the ache is the only source of your peace.

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In this article I shall attempt to review this article. The idea of reviewing the current article is absurd but then also pay attention to the fact that the author is aware of this absurdity. A review is helpful because it helps us understand whether a piece of text deserves to be read or not, without even reading it. This article, on the other hand, destroys into bits and pieces the whole

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This is one of the prettiest houses I have lived in. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it. I'm sure the construction workers too must have loved this place (and they would term it as Love at first site). But it is now time to say adios.Lets call my house 1644. 1644 has been with me for 7 months now, providing me with food, shelter and clothes through the kitchen, ceiling and the closets

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I might be a healthy young lad with a pulse of 45 and low body fat but my right eye is red and I do not know why. As I lay relaxing on my bed, which constitutes most of my day nowadays, I realized that everybody is full of imperfections but more importantly every body is full of imperfections.Why am I then wasting my time optimizing profit and make rich men richer, when I can be a route to

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Pants or jeans are better then people and one day, occurred a horrific event which I have still not been able to digest completely.I sat blithely facing my PC when I remembered them; I remembered my pants(jeans), the soft, blue, faded, comfort giving and finger-hole-spangled pair of jeans that I'd been awaiting for the past few days. I hoped I would see it some day folded up cleanly in my almirah

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I've heard many say with unshakable conviction that their friends are their lives. But I shall beg to differ, and openly proclaim that friends are for free. I use a vernacular punch line to signify that as important as one might consider friends to be, they ultimately turn out to be insignificant. Jump not to conclusions or opinions as of now but just give this humble heart a chance to

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You wouldn't know how it feels to be seventy-and-two, alone, disowned and blind. But Shanti Devi did. Shanti Devi - which meant the goddess of peace - how ironical could things be. Shanti Devi was considered no more than a blind pack of bones by her sons who had asked her to leave 'their' house. She served no purpose and just took up space in the house. She kept crashing everywhere, made

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This is a selfish post. But I'm sure what applies to me, applies to all.Three days is what it takes.The bad thing about memory is that it is short term but the good thing about memory is that it is short term. And this bodes well. My four-year ten-year (tenure) at Eye Eye Tea is about to end and that manifest itself in sudden change from Yo Insti! to No Insti.There is the good part of it. No more

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ABC of meAfor the anda- Age: Jaise ladkiyo se nahi puchhte unki wages, Ladko se bhi na poocho, ai zaalim, unki ages...- Animal: Only if I was 10 feet taller, I'd bloody resemble a giraffe. Ummm you could say I'm a short giraffe!- Anger: Only when someone takes my hanger! Na na, Just kiddin'. You don't even need to do that.- Alcohol: Methanol, Ethanol, Propanol etc etc! Dekha I know it

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I turn around to grasp your neck,to fill the air and strum you on,to suffuse the mind with aural gleam,And I turn around to find you gone.I recall the days of splendid sounds,the notes and tones and beats you spawn,Then I feel that it was all a dream,And I turn around to find you gone.The pick is lonely, the mic dejected,My throat, in memory, does only mourn,I sing alone your sweet refrain,And I

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With a stroke of mighty luck, while typing in the most-typed word on my computer, I erred. To err is human and to forgive divine and thinking of the same lines, I forgave myself as easily as I can gobble up a Tuna Sub! But the mystery is already broken, the secret has already leaked. I typed in googe.com instead of google.com and like somebody discovered polythene as a laboratory mistake, I too

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The Big Bang transpired, the suns broke down, the earth cooled, algae and bacteria mated and humans happened. But the topic of discussion is much more intense and complex that the simple aforementioned lineage. After humans came to be they discovered that they were the possessors of two spherical great camera-like instruments fit right (and left) on their faces and their using these two very

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I feel old. Not in terms of but age in terms of time you wisecrack. Ah by the way, this post shall stink of narcissism and shall not tire describing the most describable personality, that is ofcourse, I. So flee while you can or I shall inextricably intertwine your thought in this muck of emotions and uncanny zeal that I so possess.Coming back- by feeling old, I mean to say, I feel like I felt

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I speak of the past. Since when millions of clock-hands have been accomplices in the escape of so great a desperado, time, who engenders and devours, without mercy. Of that past, let me now relate with great ardor, the story of a great Princess: The greatest, bravest and the wisest to keep foot on the sole of leather; reverend, charismatic and dynamic Popli.I speak of the past. When dwelt giants,

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Alright! I admit I'm addicted; irreparably addicted. It's actually hopelessly too, but saying that, I guess, would be plagiarism and plagiarism is a tool I seldom use (and that too happens only in practical reports which I no more have to make! Yahu!!) . I'm addicted to alcohol and I've never touched a bottle. And liquor isn't sold in tetra-packs. A coffeetotaler(new version of teetotaler) says

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Your urges that have unfortunately (for you) caused you to peruse this harmless-looking piece of text shall be the cause of more harm than you would have thought an innocent and harmless-looking piece of text could have in the first place. This elongated paragraph was written partly out of an urge to write and more partly to warn you that the writer or the written takes no responsibility of the

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