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Laying in the garden with the sky getting dim one tends to reflect on the days gone by,

The sheet of plastic cutting half of the view bothers you for quite a while until you get used to the fact that it's blocking half of your view of the wide open sky. The fields as my bed and the sky as my blanket is more like, the concrete as my back support and the shed as that thing trying hard to keep me warm but miserably failing. Feeling smothered by this captivity all one can do is take a walk,… Continue

[ I ran into this interview in my diary after a long time, so its a little less funny after the elections]

I had the chance to interview LK Advani some time back.
Now it seems that this sindhi has been around for quite a while.
He was supposed to be PM if BJP won. I had a naiiice chat with him.
Rana accompanied me to the interview. (Yes, he always tags along, my loyal son that he is)

Me: Sir, I've heard you wanna become the PM.
LK: Yes, i do.
(he just got married here kheekheekhee xD)
(bad jok… Continue

Fuck!!!! Setting up palm expo is insane shitzzzz!!!
We are working till like 4 in the morning. The amount of trucks moving in with goods and equipment to load(reload :P)/unload is a strange as hell sight.
I actually mistook it for a Colombian drug pushing syndicate.
Then i thought it was some undercover illeagal weapons smuggling operation.
As i entered to set it up people were still adding the finishing touches and sawdust was flying in all directions. It was a n insane night when I finally cam… Continue

(originally drafted 3/11/2008) {then playing 12:5 - pain of salvation}

Hasn't been a day since we ended it that I wondered I I did the right thing and if I had the right to decide what was best for both of us even without asking her. In retrospect I realise I was wrong and should have given it more time. I always felt she was ashamed of me and that's why i did what i did. An older version of me laughs at my paranoia, and maybe four year older version will look in contempt. But I miss her(I cant… Continue

Being a self-proclaimed member of this sect years ago,
(stage 1)
I was listening to something which would be far for what is called metal and trying to grow my hair long, not washing my clothes for months on end, writing stuff on my body which would make sense to only Wakanaboo tribes from inner Ecuador. Not did I only find that writing things down on your bags/shirts/body is lame but also that long hair gets instantly cut by mother’s/father’s/boss’s/anybody you are afraid of’s orders and unwash… Continue