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meandering musings of a caligynephobic: January 2011
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Meandering musings of a caligynephobic. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. WHAT’s Da CatcH. A dude called Horace once said that you need to Carpe Diem. Apart from sounding really scholarly, practioners and procrastinators attest that there could be some semblance of truth in what he said. But sometimes we are just too happy to become comfortably numb to our mundane existence. We waste the winters in, well, wasteful activities and ruin the summers frolicking and listening to Pink Floyd. I end this post here som...
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The Demise of Self | Mes Caprices
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Eternal chatter of a jobless mind…. November 22, 2012. The Demise of Self. To be, or not to be: that is the question. To more in their form. And so they chose to give their end a meaning. An iterative pattern set within itself over and over again-indefinitely. There are elements in nature that exhibit such self-similarity – trees, ferns, neurons, snow-flakes. This way, every layer is but a speck and every speck contains within itself countless other entities. It’s like studying the human society th...
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meandering musings of a caligynephobic: Sophie's world?
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Meandering musings of a caligynephobic. Sunday, December 5, 2010. The Philosopher's Drinking Song. Immanuel Kant was a real pissant. Who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar. Who could think you under the table. David Hume could out consume. Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,. And Wittgenstein was a beery swine. Who was just as sloshed as Schlegel. There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya. Bout the raisin' of the wrist. Socrates himself was permanently pissed. The Music of Life. I don...
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meandering musings of a caligynephobic: February 2010
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Meandering musings of a caligynephobic. Thursday, February 25, 2010. You may breathe for one line. We have to pay a pittance of a fine of RS2000 inr(per person) for playing Holi. The shock and surprise were way to dominant for emotions like fear or resentment and before we could plead or attack,the Chief Warden was in his home(probably playing holi). But then India made 401, Dhoni made 64 and Sachin made history. And so will i. Even this too will pass. Time to go back home and chill. Happy Holi to all.
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meandering musings of a caligynephobic: January 2010
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Meandering musings of a caligynephobic. Friday, January 15, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fat cat table party on my already overcrowded desk. (hey, mess is a sign of creativity.) I'm going to miss my sausage cats, my pudge buckets, my corgi kit. The Music of Life. Tanda-tanda Gangguan Mata Pada Anak. Rintangan mata bukan cuma berlangsung kepada orang dewasa saja, namun anak-anak pun dapat mengalaminya, lebih-lebih bila miliki keturunan dari ortu yg pula. The Geek speaks. or rather types! With jazz in...
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Like A Rolling Stone: February 2010
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Like A Rolling Stone. Wednesday, February 10, 2010. So much ignorance all around,. Sound is no longer music-bound,. Hypocrisy rules the world,. I'm better than you, you get that word? Fickle crowds led by men in action,. And manipulated for opposite fractions,. As every cry for help goes unheard,. I just don't care, you get that word? So in times like these,. If I go to sleep,. This thing do keep,. Please do not weep. I might not be there around,. When negativity doesn't me surround,. If on such a day,.
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Desi Funde: April 2009
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009. Of TS, Footy and Swimming. A sunny Wednesday morning. Half an hour at the insti swimming pool, a boring and unintersting breakfast and a one hour EE-208 lecture (spent reading Arthur Hailey's " Strong Medicine. 160;later, here I am, sitting on my desk humming to the tune of " Kryptonite. Perfect time for blogging. TS, a time of the year which we dread the most. Speaking of which, I must tell you, this time around yours truly played the role of " The Teacher. More so after the ...
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Like A Rolling Stone: February 2012
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Like A Rolling Stone. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. Return of the Blog. To seeing the most beautiful ABCD band ever. PS – Now that I’ve posted at least once this year, as per my wish, before the world’s end; I wouldn’t mind dying even a slow, painful death. PPS – Stay tuned. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Return of the Blog. Sexism at IIT Roorkee: from a female alumnus. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. Bromine, Barium, Phosphorous. A New Year Is Upon Us. A wait to remember.
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Like A Rolling Stone: February 2014
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Like A Rolling Stone. Friday, February 21, 2014. A friend recently asked me to write more, and hence I'm here on the blog - writing more. Theoretically, the purpose of writing more. As lovingly assigned by the lovable friend, would already be served. As writing anything is definitely. Than writing nothing – which is precisely the amount of literature produced by me, in both CGS and SI units, since I wrote last. Hah! In fact, I could as well have posted “Yo Yo Hernia Singh! Well, so having the purpose of.
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Like A Rolling Stone: It's that time of the year, again
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Like A Rolling Stone. Saturday, January 29, 2011. It's that time of the year, again. 8220;Had he been made to race on a harsh winter morning along the banks of Solani, Seabiscuit would not have been able to defeat War Admiral, for the fog would bar his field of view” – one of the half-human-half-superhuman studs who happened to participate in the annual cycle race ’11, and survive it after all, broke himself free after infinitely long 36 kilometres of buffoonery. The uninitiated ones, read this. Ive gone...
