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The red ball sank,and the golden boomerang,took over the dominion.Nyx's reign had begun.She brought along,a swarm of cleaners,fluffy, moist and laden,to polish off all the remnants,of the last occupant.Scrubbing, washing,rinsing, effacing,all grimes of day,they painted the night.Pleased.Proud.Possessive.Unwilling to share the limelight,she closed the doors to stellar guests.The board was black,

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One’s race track,never is the race track of another.Where one takes a right,another takes left.Part of the course though,might be shared.In this stretch,a pit-stop for one,might be the flying stretch for another.Thinking of it,the one who flew past,is due for one ahead.There sure is a winner.The one,who peeps at his rear-view mirror,to savour the well run race.There is a loser too.The

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You often get yourself caught in the weirdest of situations when you least expect it. This happens invariably when you try to be extra-careful and when you measure every letter of the word that you are going to utter.This happened during my Gokarna trip. I was sitting on a chair, in Kudle Beach, eyes closed, listening to the waves crashing, feeling the moist salty wind and enjoying the weekend

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It was 0220 Hrs on Sunday morning (or should I say Saturday Night), I was busy reading a book, when I heard the gate to my house open. “At 2:20 am???”, I was curious. So I ran to the door to check out who it was? And outside was this huge more-than-six-feet-tall guy, wearing a monkey cap, and a hat on top. He was wearing a green sweater and was carrying a four feet long rifle on his shoulder. I

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It’s been a really long time since my last post. Seasons have passed, without a post. Finally I have decided to wake up from my hibernation. After all its spring time. I have been sprung-up from my winter sleep not by the mere sounds of blossoming flowers, but by the mighty roars of Leomus. Who is Leomus??? Read along...I feel like kicking myself for not blogging those wonderful weekend-outings,

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I had been to Gokarna in last weekend (17th - 18th September). It’s a wonderful place to be. Especially for those who love the coast and the beach. It’s not as crowded as the beaches of Goa are, which are only a few miles away as this is place very close to the Goa border. It’s also much cheaper than a Goa trip. The experience is unforgettable. This post might be late, but I thought I will put up

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FRAME: Brazed lugged track racer frame FORK: Swaged / Brazed crown type rugged fork with sleek Appearance & Sturdiness inherent in Design. HANDLE: Ergonomically designed drop-down racing style handlebar. Foam type Soft Synthetic Resin Grips. BRAKES: Cable operated Caliper type brakes. Friction-free cable casings for effective braking. Steel sheet formed brake levers for

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It also said:8% scored higher (more nerdy), and92% scored lower (less nerdy). What does this mean? Your nerdiness is: Supreme Nerd. Apply for a professorship at MIT now!!!.ROFL....And you know why I got this so called “Supreme Nerd” appellation….Ø I own none of these: microscope, telescope, graphing calci, laser printer, laptop.Ø My office PC has 2 Gb RAM.Ø I identified Issac Newton.Ø I don’t

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Date: June 18-19, 2005 My Photo AlbumPHOTO ALBUMS AnitaKavithaAdelSumanSathishAll TRIP REPORTS: Suman’s take: Part 1 and Part 2Anita - Honnemardu Blogout WeekendKavitha on waterAdelArnabSathish

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Some Interesting facts from the site:"Sanjay was the son of another Moslem gentleman, Mohammad Yunus. Here, in passing, we might mention that the second son was originally named Sanjiv. It rhymed with Rajiv, the elder brother's name. It was changed to Sanjay when he was arrested by the British police in England and his passport impounded, for having stolen a car.""Coming back to Rajiv Gandhi, we

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"Collective Chaos is a non-profit forum of filmmakers, artists, writers and film enthusiasts to promote meaningful cinema. The collective promotes values of a multi-cultural and a plural world." That's where I had been this weekend. They screened four films, all by Bangalore based Film makers. ^ Rashtriy Kheer & Desiy Salad (National Pudding & Indigineous Salad) ^ Mungaaru

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Continuing from my previous post… (Read Saving Bapu Privately – a DreamWorks production for context.) I climbed out of bed, as early as 7:30, brushed my teeth and decided to make myself a hot cup of chocolate. I had a good number of pages left to turn and needed something to put me on track. I put the milk on the hot plate. With nothing better to do, I stood gazing at my coffee cup.

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It was the 30th of January, 1948. The sniper was crouched up between two huge branches of the pupil tree that stood outside the garden, where Gandhi held his daily prayers. He had found his target – Nathuram and was following him closely through the scope (with Mk3 telescopic sight) of his World War II Rifle. He adjusted and repositioned every second, to make sure he had Godse, exactly at the

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This is just an interpretation of me by a caricature artist.The only things that we (me and the caricature) share:1. Table Tennis2. Spectacles3. Hair Style (to some extent)....nothing more.^ My Caricature

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“I can’t believe I spent those 9 months of mine in brine…and Olives. If not for their uncertain origin, I would actually eat them.” Wondering? Well these were lines of Giovanni, the protagonist of “Can’t Pay! Won’t Pay!”.Before I get into the details of the play… Half the fun is in getting there…Isn’t it? So here goes... Aware of the code that the gates would be closed by 7:30 p.m.

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He brushed himself up, and peeked at the mirror.The mirror could view itself on him.He was ready.Turning to his mate,He gave an approving nod.It was play time.The playground was dark,The drizzle had moistened it.I could hear him say,With a glint in his eye,“Just the way I like it”.Briskly, he started warming up.While his collaborator was busy,Grazing, evaluating,and plotting a plan,that they were

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Have you seen the computer think?Go to: Thinking Machine 4Try out our Vish. Anand's opening of NF3. Watch computer go bonkers. About Thinking Machine & What you have to do:You're white. To begin the game, move one of your pieces...When it is your (White's) turn to move, the chess board will gently pulse to show the influence of the various pieces. in the left image below, you can see waves over

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Stating only the not obvious. The doodler here is not me. It’s my mind. This fellow is a very restless character. I force him to be with me all the time when I am doing work or concentrating. When I am not doing any work (which is most of the time), he jumps at the opportunity, and goes wandering. He is one hell of a nomad, trust me. One moment he is in one world and the next second he manages to

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Yes that’s the smell of rain on dry ground. On the parched mind of mine,when there is a downpour of shine.out come such lines. Woven on my countenance,a distributed rainbow too can be seen.Its colour dispersed across my cheeks,And the arc inverted over my lips. How to name it?The “it” here is my blog.The answer lay in the word “Petrichor”.A perfect Greek

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Here I am,sitting at the window,on a trip back.A journey ahead awaits me.I just went over the speed breaker.Yes I am at the turning,What brings out a swear word,today, at this moment,brings about a smirk,Hump, I don’t believe this,I am going miss u too?The light from a speeding lorry blinds me,I close my eyes,I start smiling.I see a glowing name board,I turn my head,Flex my neck muscles,till it

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A good bye mail. My first attempt, I would say.To greener pastures? I was asked,Here is what I have to say. Very much,But from a meadow full of evergreen shrubs. Shrubs? You might ask,That's a lot of growth in six months,I would say.Come on....hear the stress on "evergreen" Life is taking this Ferdinand,to a different arena,only few hundred miles away. The bubble that pops up,in between my two

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