tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59746949124933024732011-07-08T16:41:23.428+05:30the usual everyday randomness...paranoid.androidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10441646969526889788noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974694912493302473.post-20358585344997741382009-09-06T14:45:00.002+05:302009-09-06T14:56:51.749+05:30

Sometimes people move away, maybe to another city, maybe just because they're bored of where they're living. Moving is a normal part of life, and for people like me, it is an integral part of life. I have been moving from one place to another, from one house to another, just about all my life. I haven't lived in a house for more than three years. Sometimes I feel I have become incapable of

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It's been a while...Was going through a strange phase, and had decided to give up writing for an indefinitely long time, but somewhere along the way the experiment failed, and I'm back here to bug all of you to death... :PI guess there are somethings that matter too much to actually give up, and I realized that the hard way.Anyways this blog is not about me, so I'll stop ranting about myself (

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Sitting at home I have started losing my mind (not that I had any to start with), in a bad way. This post is not about that (even though I know that I need to get it out of my system).A long time ago, in a land far away, there lived a girl. She was an ordinary girl, from a not so ordinary family. She had a childhood of constant conflict, a childhood divided in two. Often in later years she would

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Often I've sat and wondered why the Woodchuck Gods suddenly awoke to realize they wanted to take over the world. I mean, sure the world is in a pretty chaotic condition right now, and they sure haven't been worshiped by any carbon-based life forms that I know of, but why realize these facts after existing and evolving over millions of years? Yet I'm very sure the source of my worries is of

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The woman was a sad sight, she was not exactly old but was bending, clad in an old sari. Her eyes seemed to be two pools of darkness, yet through the infinite depths of darkness you could still see a tiny sparkle. The man was in an even worse condition, quite old, toothless, he could hardly walk, and I noticed his hands were shaking. It seemed as if every movement he made was a form of suffering

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I'll try something new here, as I do believe it will be a good experiment. I sure hope I don't land up boring people to death instead...In a ruinous land, far from civilization (and thankfully for that) was a large structure of much importance to the history of the development of mankind. An ancient school, or bath, a public house of the poor, or a meeting place for an ancient government practice

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I hear a whisper in the willows,The scent of eucalyptus fills the air.I'm only climbing up the steps right now,As though you were never really there.I feel myself flying, touching the treetops.I can still hear the screaming in my head.A cold breeze catches me and sends me soaring,As the earth shrinks into an insignificant thread.I'm walking by your side now,As you decide to lead the way.I can

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It doesn't take long to judge a face they say,Within the blink of an eye I knew you inside-out.You did not see me as a girl that day,But as a friend you would like to keep without a doubt.Do you remember that time we were up all night?Drinking coffee and shivering in the cold.I knew I loved you, it gave me quite a fright,That with you by my side, I wanted to grow old.I wrote a book soon after,

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It wasn't long ago when I first set foot and fell in love. It was a long affair that I had, and am in fact still having, but I do not wish to give it such a pinching name, for what I feel for him is only the truest and purest of love that one can feel. For a long time he kept me waiting for an answer, and in the middle I had almost given up hope, but finally he told me how he felt. It felt like a

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"You have committed a crime." he said, without realizing the hypocrisy in his accusation.Yes, indeed I have committed a crime, if you consider freedom of thought a crime. You say I have no morality, that someday I'll pay for my sins. Who are you to decide that my beliefs , my actions, are a sin? If I really wanted, I could say the exact same to you, and my arguments would even be more valid

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Do you ever wake up thinking you're the biggest failure in life? Do you ever look back and realize how there's not one thing you can actually do that you're proud of? Do you ever wake up and think of yourself as an ugly spot on the whole of humankind? The best part, do people constantly tell you how you're a failure and not good enough for anything and anyone? Have you ever been told you can't

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A lot of things have happened lately, or I have gotten to know about, that makes me stop and wonder what is wrong with people? It's actually sad that the future of this country, heck this whole world, lies in the hands of some of the people I've come across in the last three years. (Do note that I'm not saying I'm a good person and everyone else is bad, I know what kind of a person I am, and I'm

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It's a Saturday morning, and I'm in bed till nine 'o clock A.M., only to wake up feeling very lethargic and bored. I had fallen asleep early the night before, but somehow it had no effect in removing my morning laziness. Then I eat breakfast, talk or try to study, but eventually fall asleep by around twelve noon, only to wake up at around four 'o clock P.M. and find out the whole day has been

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It's been a long time since I wrote, and my only excuse is placement fever and post-placement writer's block.Hoping that at least this one last year would be trouble free has proved to be disastrous. Yet it doesn't bother me much, as at the end of it all, the people who I care about and who should matter to me aren't the ones I have any complains against. I know one thing for sure, that when I

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There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it. -George Bernard ShawDo you ever get that rush when you're doing something you love to do, and you know right then that you'd gladly die without any regrets, doing what you love at that precise moment? Or if you achieve something by yourself, and know that in a way it's made you complete? They always say,

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When taking a walk or driving through the city, often I silently and assiduously observe my surroundings. It gives me an odd pleasure, and sometimes I see things that no one else would notice, and it makes me happy that I get the chance to experience the world around me. None of these happenings are very significant in any way, in fact they're generally small things, like a half grown pup barking

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So the Woodchuck Gods haven’t gotten very far in their quest to take over the world, but that doesn’t mean they’re not working on it. In their clandestine underground base, much activity can be seen these days, as they prepare for the first insurrection, the first step towards their victory over mankind and other species on earth. They’ve prepared a nuclear weapons base which all of mankind is

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Today in our Operating System class, our teacher was in no mood to impart technological knowledge, so instead he talked to us about how in today's world no one wants to get involved in the teaching profession. Everyone wants to work in big companies and make a lot of money, and yet they complain about how the standard of engineering institutes is degrading. It's true that there is a shortage of

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Often I feel very inadequate, for over the last few months I have come to realize that I'm not as good as I thought, may it be on the basis of intelligence, or on the basis of a good human being. Most of my life I had been one of the more intelligent people in my class, at least I always thought so. Even when I wasn't doing well enough, I still considered myself better than most people for there

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I've wandered in the past many a time, looking for answers, looking for questions for answers, but no matter how much I wandered I never could find what I seeked, I never could find what my heart longed for. I've never known what it is that I crave for, nor have I tried to find out. I know of no such name for it, nor do I know of a feeling which feels like it. All I know is that it exists, form

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NOTE: Skip the first paragraph only if thou art allergic to insanity.So the Woodchucks have become a militant species, having only one goal in life, wiping out all predators. It's interesting what these critters can do, but what's more interesting is how they go about doing all this and for what reason. After years of being dominated by the Human race, the Woodchucks are finally fighting back,

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Someday the world is going to blow up into a million tiny pieces, if nuclear war doesn't do it, then a few billion years later the sun will (provided global warming doesn’t wipe out the whole species before that). One can assume that by then mankind will be advanced enough to travel space, and have colonies or maybe even cities on far away planets, and be time traveling, and have hovercrafts, and

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I often wonder where I'm heading in life. I'm in my third year of college, and I still don't have a clue about what I want to do with my life, nor do I have an idea about what exactly interests me. I've always believed that everyone serves a purpose in some way or the other, but recently I've started having my doubts about this theory. I can't think of a single purpose that I serve, and I can't

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It's been a while since I wrote an entry, don't know whether it's because I was too busy or too bored. Yes, I'm weird.I haven't been up to much lately, in our college the sports fest, Josh, has started (had started on Monday actually), and though I didn't intend to take part this time, I landed up taking part in more sports than last year. I played mixed volleyball this time, in spite of the fact

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Here I am writing much sooner than I intended to. I was thinking I would post again only when I go home.To: "let me think" - If you have a blog URL or an email address, could you give it to me as it would be easier for me to reply to your comments.In my last post I deliberately left out the list of my actual problems, and exactly why I want to change. First off, I have no intentions of boring

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It's been a while since I've written, more due to a lack of topic than lack of time. Lately, I've been sleeping too much, and obviously haven't been studying at all, so time is definitely not a factor. Exams are just around the corner, and I'm still thinking about how I should start studying (the usual pre-exam "trauma" I pass through every time)...Yesterday morning, I didn't have class until

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We had exams last week and most of my papers didn't go well at all. To make things worse, I made quite a few silly mistakes in my papers as well, but those silly mistakes are going to cost me a lot...I'm listening to AC/DC right now, I absolutely love this song, Problem Child. It took me a long time to realize how amazing this band really is, which is pretty weird.I've been watching a Japanese

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Well here I am, and here's another blog. Once again I have that feeling about how I'd really love to make good use of this blog, and actually write something meaningful. This time I have also decided to stick to it.Lately I have been trying to improve my vocabulary, and I am just about thirty words smarter than I was a week ago. One would consider that a terribly slow improvement, but I am trying

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