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Make room in my coffinfor the skeletons in my closet.I wish to take themto my grave with me.It's pain that's rising in smokeand hope drowning in booze.How much longershall death be?

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There are times. And there are other times. Relaxed. At ease. When the mind meanders through the landscape of interweaving thoughts and memories. Like the good times. Times under the shining sun. Basking in the warmth of a very intimate cocoon of thoughts. It’s here when the images, sometimes crystal clear, sometimes blurred by time like an old photograph left in a textbook, invoke a childish

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A pair of feet running across an open field. His backpack bouncing as two gun-like objects dangle by his sides.Running through long empty corridors.Climbing steps in a hurry. Two at a time.He approaches a classroom slowing his pace down rapidly.The first year engineering student arrives 45 mins late for a one hour lecture. “May I come in sir?”The class stares the figure by the door holding two

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I'm in a race i do not want to run.It's just me against time.A mad directionless race.The finish line is only a fleeting vision in the dark. A distant dream. The path, unclear. A thicket of dense foliage. My horizon is a wall of trees at touching distance. And nothing visible beyond.The dream, I'm not sure is one I wish to chase. But promises propel a hopeless pace. Like a machine without a soul

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*adult content*When you think you can handle it, you are bloody lying to yourself. You think anger is an emotion you can check, just as any other. Just as you once thought you could check love. A lie. When you know that you don't fear anything or anyone, you become a fucking fool. Just when you think you've found yourself a life, you have it taken away.You fuck yourself, rape your soul in the

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What the fuck!What?Nothing.C'mon, its not nothing...It is, okay... Now shut the fuck up n leave me in peace will you?Fine. If you don't want to discuss it I understand.................... So, you heard about the 'Nailcutter' incident? I thought you were going to leave....Why? I never said I was going to leave did I? You see, this is where you get things wrong... You ASSUMED I was going to leave

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Life is much like Physics: To make sense of anything, all you need is Time and Space...

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Cold. Clean.Shooting.Soothing.Washing through my veins at a hundred miles per second.Agonising.Violent. Calm.Pleasure.Pain.Sharp. White. Pure.Alive.Orgasmic.Spiritual.RAGE!!!Liberate me.......(Photo: http://z.about.com/d/healing/1/0/u/F/1/white-light.jpg)

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On waking, his yawnwould cause sunset at dawn.When sleeping, his snorewould wake up his whore.His fucked-up existence was for the world to seeOh boy what a loser was heHe slept in a poolof his own drool.his life's philosophywas of it's own school.He drank to the bone,he smokedHe guffawed aloneat the jokes he poked.Second came his namein a single player game. He stood fourthin a race of three.The

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May 82200 hrsPort Blair From the year 1857 till about 1938, Ross Island used to be a beautiful British citadel, the administrative headquarters of the British Penal Colony in the Andamans. In its heyday, the 200 acre island had earned the sobriquet 'Paris of the East'. Today, it stands, a relegated 70 acre piece of land of tourist and historical interest, demolished by two major earthquakes six

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May 71845 hrsPort BlairMiddle Andaman is entirely forested and uncivilised (for lack of a better word), populated by the Jarwa tribes of Andaman. It is a dense, thick rainforest with just one commutalbe road that connects North and South Andaman. And since this is a forest reserve and a protected tribal habitat, commuting by this road requires a special permit from the forest dept. Vehicle

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May 62140 hrsPort BlairThe Tsunami of 2004 was quite a disaster for this string of islands. The loss has been immense and the islands are yet to come to terms with it. Loss of life, livelihoods, homes, land, natural wealth... The famed coral life of the Andamans was damaged and destroyed in many parts. The entire archipelago is said to have sunk a metre.We were on our way back from our days

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May 51600 hrsat sea, somewhere between Havelock and Port BlairToday has been cloudy and dull weatherwise. However, given that we've been treated like thanksgiving turkey the past few days, we call this pleasant. Left Havelock behind at 2 pm, we're onboard a four hour ferry to Port Blair.Having nothing in store for the morning, Devi and I (known henceforth as the cooler ones), hired a splendor on

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May 41930 hrsHavelockHavelock is a small island known for its beaches and watersports. About 7o % of the land is covered by tropical rainforests. Two of the popular beaches here are the Elephant Beach and Radhanagar, both of which we visited today.The Elephant Beach is a coral lagoon inaccessible by road as it is at the edge of a forest. Calm, shallow waters and the coral life make this lagoon

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May 31300 hrs Port Blair This certainly isn't my idea of a holiday!! Packing into a little over 3 sq. ft. of shade in a scorching furnace of a boat jetty at Port Blair. What are we doing here?? Waiting for a boat. Not much... Just another 3 hours!!! Grrr... Whosoever's plan that was! Earlier this morning we landed in Port Blair, and were welcomed by a swarm of taxiwalas. Literally. A bunch of

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May 22200 hrsChennaiAir hostesses must be trained to affect male passengers in certain ways. With all the attention and lingering eye contact, smiles aimed only at you... Add to that a pretty face and God given grace, its hard not to develop a crush over a period of 2 hrs of flight... Just mentioning.We landed at Chennai airport at 730 this evening flying kingfisher from Pune. By 'we' i mean amma

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Out of the two candles on a birthday cake one was blown out. The other was left burning for good luck. It was the midnight between the 25th and 26th of March. Some people tasted wax shortly after.In the 24 hours that followed, nothing remarkable took place. Just a few good things here and there that made for one of the nicest days in the recent past.Someone turned 23Some people met up after ages

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The subtle significance of the craft of reading a horoscope is often misunderstood. That your horoscope doesn't come true only demonstrates that you haven't read between the lines to comprehend an elusive deeper insight. For truth chooses only those who are tuned to the frequency of its vibrations. It isn't as pre-ordained as it is inevitable. Cosmic planetary interplay indicates that a day of

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Did u hear about the love letter Mickey Mouse got from his secret admirer?It was signed 'Anonymouse'.

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I've recently got hooked onto this brilliant comic strip written and illustrated by Bill Watterson. Its about the antics, misadventures, idle meanderings etc. of this hyperactive, highly imaginative six year old and his sardonic pal, a stuffed tiger.Strangely enough, I found that Calvin and Hobbes has answers to most questions in life... At least the ones I have been asked often of late. I'm

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In times of needAlways on callA survivor was sheOf many a fallMy love was sheAnd my trusted friendInto a drainage sewer fell sheMet her watery end

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It's dusk. You're standing in your terrace looking out at the horizon. The sun has long set. Now, just moments remain before you're enveloped by darkness. Staring into infinity in the direction of the last vestiges of light, you wonder. You ask yourself "What have I accomplished today?". You get an instant answer, but where does it fit in the larger scheme of things? What difference has it made

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Heres the much awaited answer key... But read it only after you've attempted Most Likely Questions for CAT 2009(c) 319. This is a fact. Sehwag's highest test score is indeed 319 against South Africa in Chennai.This was the quickest ever triple-century in Test cricket, off just 278 balls and the highest score by an Indian in test cricket. Yes, the paper setter is evidently an ardent cricket nut

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I felt like an idiot when i walked out of my CAT test centre today. Man! I'd work out a quant problem in all earnestness and confidence to reach a solution that i couldn't be more convinced about. Then I'd look at the options and they'd all seem strange..... When this happens more than once, you can be sure that you're in that zone where no matter what you do the paper setter seems to be

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Boy meets Girl.Boy and Girl 'fall in love'.Everything seems perfect.Days are bright and sunny,Nights are long,Beauty seems all around.and all that..........Then after a while,not suddenly but gradually, things begin to change...They make as many compromises as fights.Differences slowly mount,just a little at a time,till the point of suffocation,a point of no return......and POP!Breakup!....The

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Amid controversies of MP horse trading, cash and other inducements, the parliament of our country commenced yesterday morning, to live out what may be known in the future as its most shameful day. One of its most eventful, to say the least. News channel visuals of BJP MPs accusingly (even triumphantly) waving bundles of notes, may have hijacked what had been a gripping day at the Lok Sabha. In

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A tribute (in grammatically erroneous however excusable hindi) to our four years at Amritapuri....Inhi raahon mein the kabhibade yaar baneThe inhi raahon mehumne sapne buneBaatein the yahin humnekuch aansu kuch hasikuch gham kuch khushiinhi raahon mein......Shaayad hua tha pyaarisi dagar parKyun ayi dooriyanna jaanege hum kabhiSeekhe humnejeet aur haarjudaii aur pyaarinhi raahon mein......Aayenge

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"I'm yet to come to terms with the fact that I'll be reaching Bombay in a couple of hours", I thought aloud. We were in Vishnu's Toyota Camry driving towards the Kochi Airport from where I was to fly to Mumbai by the 11:35 a.m. Goindigo. I was used to travelling by train, a journey to Pune would take approx. 32-36 hrs. Ample time for reading, admiring nature, making small talk with fellow

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Fever, an experience I'd happily forgotten over the last two years, revisted me recently. Our previous rendezvous, if i remember correctly, was in Jan '06. Back then, he came as an aquaintance of another malady, Pox, Chicken Pox. The day before yesterday when it all began.....Fever, by the way is an opportunist. The whole of last week had been physically straining. A 12 hour bus journey at night

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Amritakalolsavam- The annual arts fest of my college, the last of my engineering college life, ended yesterday. Below is the script of a 20 min stage play I'd conceived for the event. It was staged yesterday and we received good reviews..... PagalorIn the world of a MadmanMain Characters:Mad manSchool kidSynopsis:A three act stage play about a mad man with two parallel storylines. One is his

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So that it doesn't seem like this page is only about cricket I'm going to inflict some poetry on you poor souls........On my way back from Pune I found i had too much time to kill. The journey, by train, is a day and half long and I didn't have a book for company like i usually do. Aside from a very excitable toddler bouncing about nearby, all i had for my amusement was the beauty of the Konkan

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This article is actually in reply to the comment posted by my friend and co cricket lover Anoop.The comment i quote:"I feel Aussies reacting as they have to the whole issue is a result of India's ability to get under their skin which only two other teams can manage:England(sometimes) and New Zealand.Right from the T20 World Cup we've been competitive and aggressive whenever we've played

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"Theoratically it is possible..... However....................................." Do I need to complete that??

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Sunday, 6th of January witnessed the final day of an intriguing test match at Sydney. Those of you who missed the live action and only managed to get a glance at the scorecard may be forgiven for thinking this was one of the great test matches of the modern era of cricket. Australia, says the scoreboard, won by 122 runs with 7 balls in the match to spare. It was a tense nail biting finish, the

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