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The Days Of Our Lives: July 2007
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! Thursday, July 19, 2007. GrasshopperBoy saves the day! I'm 24. Live in New Delhi, India. Passed out from IIT Bombay. Unknown to most people, I am also the super hero known as GrasshopperBoy. View my complete profile. I no longer live here anymore. I dont understand women. The unreachable greener pasture. Of retarded reality shows and a request to their p. Why I Love Video Games. The end of carefree days. Mindless Movie Marathon I.
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The Days Of Our Lives: June 2006
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! Dad and The Kids of Today. Monday, June 19, 2006. Contrary to what the title might imply this post is actually 2 seperate entries woven together as one. The Kids of Today. Kids these days I tell you. Look closely at the pic and you would realize that this kid barely looks like he learnt to walk some time ago, and there he was telling me how the use the laptop's mouse. The second incident took place when the girls asked me to guess which class they w...
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The Days Of Our Lives: May 2006
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! The Argument And The Ego. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. What is an argument really? I feel that it is nothing more than a difference of opinion. When 2 (or more) people cannot come to a consensus, thats an argument right there. Arguments can be pretty dangerous. Arguments can wreck lives. Arguments can devour entire nations. All because arguments have the ability to turn love into hate. The Mind is a wonderful creation indeed! Right Where We Belong?
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The Days Of Our Lives: March 2006
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! Indian Classical Music Appreciation. Tuesday, March 28, 2006. If you have started reading this post owing to the title, please stop at this very moment because the title is completely. This post comes right after an 8:30 lecture of this course I am taking (Indian Classical Music Appreciation). Today was the 2nd time in over a month that I decided to attend the lecture. (Bad decision! The prof is coming! Came just as swiftly. Which would sometimes la...
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The Days Of Our Lives: December 2005
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The Days Of Our Lives. The past.the present.the future! A Formal Shirt, 2 Formal Ties, 3 Tennis Balls, Cardboard Weapons and A Couple of Amazing Friends. Saturday, December 17, 2005. Today began slow and boring - getting up after noon, getting a haircut for placement season and finally shaving off that goatee, after an year I think. :(. Then it took off. To be honest, I don't think anyone. Can wear an orange-base-with-red-stripes formal shirt! Or Bar and Restaurant. It must've been a unique sight for the...
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9 yellow moons die: December 2012
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9 yellow moons die. In the canvas of the whites of my eye. Friday, December 21, 2012. Of Rape and other fears. Most men (and some women and society in general) don’t understand a very simple thing. When a girl is harassed or eve-teased, the men in her life feel really bad. The first reaction is probably, “If I were there, I would have hit/hurt/killed him.” The second reaction, “Why were you there? 8221; Why were you walking alone in the night? Why were you walking near a slum area? I ♥ Uglygirl.
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9 yellow moons die: My favourite vegan salad
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9 yellow moons die. In the canvas of the whites of my eye. Monday, December 26, 2011. My favourite vegan salad. Spinach Leaves - 1Bunch (Wash thoroughly in cold water). Papaya - 1 half. Lemon juice – As much required. Grated Coconut – As much required. Mix in a salad bowl. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I ♥ Uglygirl. Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India. View my complete profile. My favourite vegan salad. People I wish wrote more! Crocodile in water, tiger on land. For whom the bell tolls.
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9 yellow moons die: Of Rape and other fears
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9 yellow moons die. In the canvas of the whites of my eye. Friday, December 21, 2012. Of Rape and other fears. Most men (and some women and society in general) don’t understand a very simple thing. When a girl is harassed or eve-teased, the men in her life feel really bad. The first reaction is probably, “If I were there, I would have hit/hurt/killed him.” The second reaction, “Why were you there? 8221; Why were you walking alone in the night? Why were you walking near a slum area? I ♥ Uglygirl.
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9 yellow moons die: February 2013
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9 yellow moons die. In the canvas of the whites of my eye. Friday, February 08, 2013. Pickle lady in the closet. It sounded like a death rattle. Ruhi woke up with her arms flailing in the air. She had been dreaming of her grandmother, her amma. Hers had been the only death rattle she had heard in her life. And that had been that. The sound had signaled the end of her beautiful amma. 8217;s life. Ever since then Ruhi had been nightly dreaming of her amma. Was saving the pickle for her. Had transformed int...
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9 yellow moons die: July 2011
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9 yellow moons die. In the canvas of the whites of my eye. Friday, July 29, 2011. Your tongue still pierces me. Toes made of clay. Finger tips dead from years. Leave that box girl. It’s been 19 months already. 19 thousand years may be. The lock has fallen off. On its own accord. But still inside you stay. Sounds of a whip past. And your clay feet stay. The box is half rotten. And you still stay rooted. To that sweet spot. And I have memories of your tongue. And the clefts and the nooks in your body.