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iblog: August 2008
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Monday, August 04, 2008. Its a special day for me. usually i do not post on weekdays, that too on Mondays of all the days! Mondays are when the real chaos happens. people come back from weekends, all fresh and hearty when they start banging their keyboards by lunch and get the whole system running. and it is this running system that brings things down! The day was good and the mood swinging with the jubiliant atmosphere. a cuppa here and a cuppa there set the ball rolling. Evening called for tea and coin...
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My Kodak Moments!!!: Monsoon arrives
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Monday, June 9, 2008. Monsoon showers have begun in Mumbai. Its been an amazing weekend, on Saturday. I watched it rain whilst on Sunday I couldnt. Stop myself from actually stepping out and welcoming the rains. I was able to take a few pictures from home and the second day I was just able to take some pictures from the car as I couldnt. Really get my camera out whilst it was pouring. View from my folks bedroom. Before the rain when it was just a lil cloudy. Site of the beach from the bhutta. But looks l...
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My Kodak Moments!!!: More of Palolem
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008. The beach was buzzing with people towards the New Years eve. Another view from one of our beach huts. Posted by Mysterious Mia. Labels: Palolem Beach Goa. It would be interesting if you explain alittle bit of where the palces are. April 2, 2008 at 12:44 AM. Astrocito thanks for dopping by dear. These pictures are from the Palolem Beach in Goa situated in India. April 2, 2008 at 12:55 AM. Very nice pics yaar .have an eye of a pro :). April 4, 2008 at 1:38 AM. One Love One World.
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Freeville: Shopping voes
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Whoever said shopping is fun must be hanged! Or worse. made to shop for a month with my mom. And all those who think its a stressbuster, think again. As far as I am concerned, its been giving me sleepless nights for a month. What with looking for everything from shoes to safety pins, from hankies to spoons. And the tailors. I really am going to strangle them with their very own inchetapes! Trials, retrials, countless fittings, that never seem to end. July 16, 2008 at 4:51 AM.
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Freeville: Of orange laced shoes
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Monday, April 14, 2008. Of orange laced shoes. I was a pair of orange laced shoes. So full of youth. Off I go in a careless swagger. jumping over potholes. Slipping and sliding over the road's greying pearls, to touch the peak of a mountain of rubble,. Almost toppling off to nothingness. clawing the trembling sides with my rubbery sole. And I have made it. I rest a while. Swathed in the grey glory of my rumbling kingdom. But I can't stay still now can I? What should I do now? A voyage of meaning. April 1...
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Freeville: Mar 31, 2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008. Say it with pictures. Recently, bloggerville was taken by storm by Mez's post on crush dedications. It gave people a chance to express how they felt about their fellow bloggers and earned mez a whooping (and well deserved, for coming up with such a brilliant idea) 269 comments :D. Personally I thought it was a lot of fun and spiced up the blogger scene and also added a bit of intrigue to a lot of lives (what with all those guessing games with all the anonymous comments ;) ;) :D).
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Freeville: Jul 16, 2008
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Whoever said shopping is fun must be hanged! Or worse. made to shop for a month with my mom. And all those who think its a stressbuster, think again. As far as I am concerned, its been giving me sleepless nights for a month. What with looking for everything from shoes to safety pins, from hankies to spoons. And the tailors. I really am going to strangle them with their very own inchetapes! Trials, retrials, countless fittings, that never seem to end. Links to this post.
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Freeville: Apr 7, 2008
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Monday, April 7, 2008. I am so lonesome I could cry. I am so lonesome I could cry. I see him there, kneeling helpless. I see his tears falling to the ground. I see the demons attacking. I see his blood spilling. I see his last breath wheeze out. I see him die. And like a statue I stand still. From my little safe bubble. Watching the demons eat there fill. Unseen tears fall blinded from my eyes. Stopping at the invisible boundary. Fate has built with my unheard sighs. As Elvis Presley would have said.
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Freeville: Dead pain
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Sunday, April 13, 2008. I feel a gentle thump in my foot where his knee had crushed it blue. I feel a soft coolness where the wind from the overhead fan is drying the trailing tears. I feel a numbed warmth as fresh blood flows out of my crumpled fingers. I feel a dull sensation in my head where the hair were pulled out of their roots. I feel a bubble burst as blood boils out of my right ear. I feel a smoky burn near my navel where a new cigarette mark joined the scores before. April 13, 2008 at 9:57 PM.
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Freeville: The last bite..
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008. She heard the loud clanging of the overhead bell, signaling the lunch hour. Why can't we just have lunch in class under the teacher's watchful eye. she wondered for the umpteenth time. She tried to trail behind everyone else, avoiding the customary push towards the blue door. As, she got out of the red and white room and entered the bustling line of tiny class 1 students, she mentally ticked off the places where she could spend the coming hour without being disturbed. She felt sa...