tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85588142012-02-13T18:40:17.587+05:30A gateway to a software developer's regular attempts to live by choice and not chance while not abandoning the fun that chance brings.Gururajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647364890649845154noreply@blogger.comBlogger1671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558814.post-83655394837973856812012-02-13T13:23:00.001+05:302012-02-13T13:23:13.744+05:30

Trotting towards the school bus, basket in hand and a rain coat covering some of the body, while I use my yellow 'robot' umbrella, I splash water with every step, having to stop regularly and empty my gum boots. As the bus honks away asking people to hurry, I get in and take my favorite seat. The seat above the rear tyres. Keeping the window open and letting some drops come in as the bus moves, I

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github AFPlayer? make sure you export PATH=$NDK:$ANDROID_HOME/tools:$ANDROID_HOME/platform-tools:$PATH and also android update project -t 1/2/3 -p . -s

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text and experience go here on Jan 27th. ------------------------------------------- What is OpenCore?(https://github.com/android/platform_external_opencore) is it used now? no What is StageFright?(http://freepine.blogspot.com/2010/01/overview-of-stagefrighter-player.html) What is OpenMax? :O 3 layers : Application, integration and development H/W video codec or S/W video codec? http://

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A gateway to an ("to-be-" no more)engineer's / to be postgrad's misadventures and daily encounters written down in the worst possible, dry, unformatted form and kept away from the sight of people, known and unknown. EDIT As reality hits in the face, still reeling from the blow, living a life that excludes defeat and disappointment as an inherent attribute seems like a distant voice which is,

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One moment you think you are wake, fighting the war, running the race. And then another, you feel you are back to square one. Continual bouts of effort do not guarantee anything. But then, they give you more hope. A slim ray of light which promises to increase as you tear down the barrier set up by the mind. And then the ever elusive brightness, hopefully before the final calm. Stanford is

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That is all there is to it. The see-do-get cycle is truth. You see X, X might or might not be tangible. You do Y so that you get X, f(Y)=X. And then, look for another X to do and so on. Once you stop looking for the novel variables, it really does not mean that you lose. You either do or you dont. Either ways you live. If you do, you live perhaps a little happier. If you dont, you wont. Simple?

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Life is not like guitar hero where you get to know before hand which string to pluck. You take steps, baby steps, sometimes go ahead. sometimes lateral, like a crab. You know not what is right. But, you attempt to keep moving, to see if you can reach a spot which makes you go like...wow!!!! The first week of September was a refreshingly new experience for me. It was the first start up weekend

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I got up early today and decided to go on a long jog. Running down the road, I wanted to go to the other side. Also, not matter how much, I searched I could not find my rearview mirror to check if there is someone coming from behind. The noisy ladies on the corner deserve a loud honk to tone them down. Arrghh!! The group of old men are blocking my path, if only I could accelerate further!!

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The importance of arguments had little or no importance for me. Now, when stuck in situations I see my suicide move clearly when I refuse to talk, bargain, apologize or even argue. I believe that in a fast paced world, it is essential to throw in an opinion on everything when required, the lack of which stops progress. Amartya Sen's book is quite amusing, talking about the argumentative nature of

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Right, so I have picked up something new that I hope to pick up well. Being proactive. Jumping into the thick of things before the blink of an eye and driving at the pace of a formula one guy, I will still attempt to keep myself from over/under steering. The last one month has been a huge change for me. After school, I have let myself be tagged up finally. Nearly uniformed too. It has been

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You cannot miss people, not in Hyderabad. They are just everywhere. The streets are filled with vehicles, the movies with the crowds, the restaurants with the epicureans, and of course our life. People are just too hard to miss and just to easy otherwise. The fine line that keeps one satisfied where the communication is considered ideal, yet the stroke of ego is not played is the prime cat-fight.

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The rain was lashing hard. The dark clouds refused to withdraw, it seemed, forever. Walking in the dark, lost and drenched, he knew not what to do. Yet he refused to yield. Yield to forces beyond comprehension which at moments seem might enough to engulf oneself. He would walk towards a better day, he knew it. The belief kept leading him ahead. He could see the shining sun deep inside himself. A

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Spending time at home finally made me realize that I had to improve the greenery all round me.these sites seem helpful:ebay.in indianmaali.comindamseeds.comDo add to the list, if you know anything.Waiting for seeds to arrive and soon thrive.

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The termination of a resource no longer being used by mental means. The ruins still stand taller. The debris of me. I look at the remains, which still look proud of themselves. Stray bullet marks across the walls seem the only damage that I had to take. There were no shells, no bombers. The marks on the wall scarcely look lethal. But the damage is not for one to see. Something that made the walls

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Tears don't come,they wallow in pain,shades of black,memories again,Drenching in rain, I hoped to wash down the pain,all in vain,I see black again.Was there ever a golden dream,Was I just a flowing stream,a silent shadow,not a team.Keep walking you will, but you lost me there,the place where the sun shall never bare.

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is never to show your back! and well if you did, face it full in the front now. Hope is a kill-joy for the future sometimes. I can't look back at things I havent done because I did not. I havent done things because I did not feel like. I did not feel like doing them because I did not realize their place in my life. I stopped building pillars as I could not see the house! It has been a long time

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It still echoes loud and clear when he says, of all the groups, "you were the best".The silence while getting down from jalori is something I can never forget.I cherish that week beyond description and look forward for more such moments in life.

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Everyone I see around sets professional career targets, targets in life to settle down with, settle down in and more. I have been unable to do it. I would never go as far as blame my upbringing. It has been ,if not better as good as any other. It is just that I have failed to feel the things that appeal here and there. I fail to see ahead of myself, a shortcoming I fail to correct. However, All

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it was never so hot. Maybe it's just not the temperature. the sun seems to be getting inside the skin and eating away from the insides. It was not like this before. The rockets, the fridges, lovely A/Cs and everything else that technology has helped develop, much like the advent of the atom bomb have all caused deterioration in simple life styles. Now that average incomes increase and the cost of

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Phone: Nokia 7200low resolution.Walking back to college, i found a small fire on the way. A little porcupine was rolling in the fire. Slowly, I pushed it off using a notebook which was in my hand. The photos are not crisp, owing to the low resolution but it was an incident quite memorable.

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While going to get my spectacles repaired at ameerpet, I saw a bandi full of combs. Not that I use a comb regularly, or that I even have a 'hair style' I just felt a sudden urge to comb my hair. Searching for a comb suitable for me, I chose a nice coffee and chocolate color blend comb. Looking around for the seller, I noticed a man in his mid-forties wearing a skull cap and puffing heavily at the

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First, I elaborate pictorially. A. A Horse with his eye cover.B. A similar Eye cover.Legend has it that the steed's immense speed comes through the mysterious eye wear which prevent complete visibility. Current fashion trends have acquired the knowledge from ascetics and have made it their duty to throw the secret glasses onto human kind. And here we are, with more than half of the people I know

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Casting one last glance at the world, he walked the extra step from the cliff. The last step that never existed. This was the moment the mind worked faster than ever. One last time. Every memorable event came back, a flash. Those events that he forgot, the ones he intended to forget and those he believed had happened and those that he believed never happened. The false beliefs finally broke apart

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The bench was cold. Indifferent. People walked around him. Sweet fragrances following. He looked up, seeing different colors on people. He was used to this silence. The silence he felt when he saw everything. Everything that belonged, but nothing to him. The bench was all he had. How could anyone know that it was not always like this? He touched the cold bench. The paint was coming off. There was

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Life shows so many things to do. I am making my own now.- teach a cow to shake hands.- walk with closed eyes from my room to the lab and back.- Copy from people who are not in your circle and show off :PSuch rich variety is so beautiful that when finally working, it seems like opportunities in life are endless. Granted, that a path has been chosen for some time. In the long run, it will be good

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She Spoke with enthusiasm enough for the two.And so I believe is the case everywhere. People almost never have equal shares of enthusiasm which is the most common case of conflict. Some people believe they do but actually break the truth in the voyage. There are the others, who believe it and stand by it, with overflowing enthusiasm forever. Saki's humorous vein has such strands of reality stuck

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I am fine with gimmicks to get votes. We have all been seeing them, over and over again. But out short term memories tend to forget them. However, going over board is not an excuse. I wonder if a well-educated man would fight against the issue of terrorism by raising his tone against everyone of a sect. Quite despicable, considering his qualifications. Caught talking on tape, Mr.Varun said that

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A random visit to lab next door was just for an exchange of useless banter. The topic that was heard of was the lakes of hyderabad. Off went Nihar's binary scale of action. Let's go to Osman Sagar. And in the shortest route. Whoosh!!!. Fron Behind the Wipro road, off we went through hedgy, muddy and sandy roads, the bullet ever fresh still. Next we climbed onto the outer ring road on a two

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1. The Running for life walkers : they stop at nothing.2. The Crawling walkers: It's like they accidentally left the shift key pressed in Max Payne3. The One Handed Swingers : one hand is tied to the body with an imaginary rope.4. The Rotary Members: It's like they are another planet on earth, but cannot complete their rotation as they have to keep moving ahead too.5. The Movers and Shakers :

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Sticking to a regime is tougher than generally thought as. It is no wonder that people who strive hard for their success have no regard for changing themselves. Adherence to a schedule is a meditation which in itself should yield sweet fruits. Hoping that living a scheduled life for a period of time would soon give out sweet fruits enough for the rest of life is untrue. Every moment of life

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I look at my feet,worn from the journey,the one that started just yet,I desire new feet,new footwear maybe,slowly it dawns,the foot nor the footwear help see the destination,they just slow down the journey.I see people resting all around, some way behind, some way ahead. There are others walking with me. Some are very young, a lot of my age and a few are older. Everyone seems to know that walking

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Having my breakfast whilst pondering over news and fretting over my laziness, I switched on the radio to shake myself off the bed. A lone Shehnai started playing a melancholy pitch. Off ran my mind, away from the room, away from the college, the life I live, into a land I know not, but I know I want to go to, a land where I stand and where I look at life, not happy, but satisfied. A land where I

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"Subah Subah jab khidki khole, baaju waali ladki dekhe.... Dil mera bole..... Dil mera bole..... Hello.....Hello Amdavad":D

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Credits for recovery : Sanjeev (a lot of credits)

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The Mad Cow Disease is spreading.

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Disclaimer: no religious offence meant.The cow is like a sage. Slow, steady, calm and always hungry. Craving for food on the doorsteps of houses, the cow is like a Buddhist monk. Elegant horns, and a well set face makes the cow a member of the white race of the Bovidae. The poor buffalo provides much more tasty milk, has the horns combed back neatly and behaves like a doped monk. Slower and

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What does it mean?Hareesh made me think about it. I ended up with two cases after lots of thinking.1. Hope that you get a lot of gifts2. Hope that this day comes again and again very happily.Sticking to the second one, as it makes more sense I believe.oh, btw found this a while ago:http://7wondersofhyderabad.com/

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Personal and Professional blogs in the same space are annoying. Shifting in progress....

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The Vidya Balan, Madhavan ad which regularly comes on t.v., would make on think that paying bills is now as easy as it can be. Maybe it is. but, not for me. I boast of an AB credit card which has not worked once for billing online. Necessity , the mother of invention thus enlightened me. VBV or verified by visa is a credit card service which needs to be enabled by requesting for the same to the

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/sbin/fdisk -l in the bash prompt. if it does not work for the current user, try su type the root password and then try the command.this will show the ids of the drives against the drives.eg. Device Boot Start End Blocks Id System/dev/sda1 1 892 7164958+ b W95 FAT32/dev/sda2 * 893 2850 15727635 83 Linux/dev/sda3

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In fedora core 9, the update software kit starts and works on its own and annoyingly refuses to stop. Hence, if not required here is a way to remove the update kit.from here1. Click System2. Click Preferences3. Click Personal4. Click Sessions5. This launches the Sessions Preferences window. On the Startup Programs tab scroll down the list to find PackageKit Update Applet.6. Remove the checkbox

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to have flash working in linux, firefox 32 bit had to be installed. But, nspluginwrapper solves this problem by mapping 32-bit drivers to 64-bit ones. here is a way to install flash for fedora core 9: # rpm -ivh http://linuxdownload.adobe.com/adobe-release/adobe-release-i386-1.0-1.noarch.rpm# rpm --import /etc/pki/rpm-gpg/RPM-GPG-KEY-adobe-linux# mkdir -p /usr/lib/mozilla/plugins# yum install

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Stage multiple robot simulatorStage simulates a population of mobile robots moving in and sensing a two-dimensional bitmapped environment. Various sensor models are provided, including sonar, scanning laser rangefinder, pan-tilt-zoom camera with color blob detection and odometry.Stage devices present a standard Player interface so few or no changes are required to move between simulation and

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errors during installation (on make install):‘close’ was not declared in this scope‘exit’ was not declared in this scopeand lots of other similar errors.Reason : the gcc compiler in fc9 has changed a lot. Further info hereSolution(Atleast worked for me):- Added #include cstring to client_libs/libplayerc++/playerc++.h- Added #include iostream to server/drivers/laser/lms400_cola.h- Added #include

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Matlab's free linux brother is quite a life saver. Although it has not turned to be as fast as Matlab for me somehow.I run a modified code borrowed originally from Tim Baileys' website for running an EKF-SLAM simulation on robot whose motion model is differential. Mainly intended for Fedora Core usersThe easiest way for installing octave would beyum -y install octave*although octave-forge would

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Remember those adolescence days where you could dream and dare to think that you would one day make it? Down the line, the mind just adjusts to reality. It filters out those parts of us which wanted to do something really out of the box. It tells us it is not possible. And we live on, with the hope of establishment in one stream or another. Worth a mention here is a fungi of the cordyceps genus.

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I am indebted beyond words after being enlightened to the truth. I had been inside a web, a web of unbelievably foolish moments. Every moment I thought and related with a certain emotion. Every conversation with a certain warmth, a feeling of complete modesty and a feeling of mutual modesty. I can now give up on everyone and everything now that I am quite certain that every but of faith is but an

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A picture as they say is a thousand words. Often people look at a picture and claim that it brings out nostalgic scenes. However, whenever I look at a picture I cannot quite imagine myself in that location and assuming an unassuming pose. It does appear easy to look at a picture and drown into nostalgic depths. But, personal amnesia I feel is quite rampant and although the place might look

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I have not read the book. And no I am not talking about it. I was wondering really who would cry. If I die in the near future, my parents and a few 'friends'. Down the line, maybe really way down I would die and die hard. How would people be living when they know no one shall cry when they die? do they try to change the equation to make it look as if someone will cry? My tender ego still lingers

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for the uninitiated, fashion has sinked in a BIG way in all kinds of people. When it has set into me, it has set into everyone can be a safe assumption. And so I walk down the road, thinking about whether my sweatshirt matches with my shoes, whether white socks are too weird or are they fine, whether a certain color 'X' which I shall not mention is 'in' this season or not. Speaks. Speaks that I

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Hey! he is faking it.Must be a fake.How about...feku hai bahu badaafek raha haiSo, is fake the origin for 'feka raha hai' in our bindaas waala hindi?

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As we go without a pause aging day after day after day, do we realize that somewhere sometime we thought we would have time for ourselves when we would ponder about why we are alive and what we need to do. For more people than ever, the moment keeps coming more often. So, it does to me to. And so, it did to me to. And I decided to think about it and see what I can do.A change? a revolution?

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EDIT- Pondicherry for freshers guided by PraneetCafe la LunaHotel SurguruBiryani from anjappar (curtesy your truly)Drinks with match: Promenade pool side looking over bay of bengalDinner - Rendezvous-----------------Mahabalipuram:Lunch- Seaside RestaurantDrinks : Ajanta Seaview again overlooking Bay of Bengal--------------------BakeryNew Creation CornerCafe La Luna RougeParadise Pizzeria---------

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dustbinit should rather have been a dustbeen as dust must have been somewhere before you put it in the dustbeen. and dust is(be) nowhere now.

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The CISM games behind my college have brought in a good deal of popularity and curiosity. And with comes the sense of pride, ego et al. So, come the police bigwigs, off they search for miscreants in the absence of whom, the huge police force which has been entirely devoted for the ten day event have sleepless nights due to lack of people to torture and hence they fall back to the old faithful,..

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A caption I saw at Hi-Tech City World Tourism Day Tourism opens the Doors for womenPardon me for my dirty mind, but what else could it mean?

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A lot of the mind has developed based on its experiences in the last four years. Having learned to ogle at passing girls, having learned to get aroused by jugs,lurking around for the faintly female, avoiding the saintly female, it has been the life of a typical person with an Indian background but new ideas. So, straight to the point, what do we dream of? what are our aims?Back in the seventies

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Huffing and Puffing, I put on a borrowed tee and wore the same jeans I had been wearinf sicne the last week. I was offered tea, but refused as was required. moving out of the apartment, I realized Mumbai had not changed since yesterday, or for that matter since a week... I walked the usual 200 to reach the auto stand and take an auto. DAKC, Dhirubai??? abbeyy..yaar ..knowledge...city...nahi

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omission9 asks: "For about 10 years I have worked mostly behind a desk in a cubicle and am starting to feel that this environment is making me miserable. The cheap fluorescent lights, the stuffy air, and the restless feeling I get from just sitting so long are starting to really annoy me. My background is mainly as a programmer but I started my career as a network engineer/network administrator.

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People think that one will always be there to help. Well, they may be right. But, in my case, they are wrong. I cannot live for you. Where is me? Where am I? Isnt there an entity that has preferences? that has likings and disliking? I have held them too far away from me. My feelings, my interests, I have given up everything in return for nothing. NOTHING. And this nothing can end me. Hell!! I am

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On its way, swaying to music, swinging around..About to kick an invader or threaten the air with a quick swish, the left leg turned. The door frame obstructed the movement as ever and poor little left toe got the hit completely on himself. A bit bent and a lot more swollen, little left toe. I ned to get it checked, hope its not broken. MORAL: you are either growing less aware of surroundings or

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No moment in life will repeat itself. And each moment has its value. Memories, they say cannot suffice for a living. A quest, a zeal. The power to carry on after taking hit after hit after hit. Because life hits. And no one needs to come and hit. It will hit, the ones who carry on will carry on. The ones who wont will try to forget their emptiness.Oh!, I was telling about how a moment is golden.

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You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.You give and take equally in relationships.You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.So says a blogthing about me. It is funny how

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Dark clouds loom the sky. The stench of death is smellable. (there is no word for the ability to smell:Sunil). The only other creaute alive here is that poor ant or the prying lizard. I look twice before I decide this is not the right time and wait.People are moving. Fast. Its like the game we used to play as kids-statue. I have just become that. NO motion, just looking at everything that happens

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sometimes things happen so fast that you do not see them. And sometimes, they take so long that the effect is forever. You have a presentation in six months. The snail keeps moving in its attempt to reach the other end of the road. But, why the other end? it could get crushed easily in between. And it has no defense for itself. But, it keeps moving. Are we snails? Well, a bit more developed

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To survive is not pain, to live is the real effort required. What everyone is doing is surviving. Go on, Survive. But when you are living, life becomes an easy image to manipulate. Try living ... Break all your tendencies to hide in the hole. Come out and take the risk. Live the chance, ..if you can you win over life. if you cant there is always tomorrow.But if you just survive, you are not there

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The world is yet another year older. It does not really make a difference to it though. Not much to those turtles, that have been at Nehru zoo before my father's birth. But it does, to us. The difference, sadly can be seen everyday.Happy Getting Older.Hope you come to terms with it or ignore it comfortably. Either way you do not stop growing. Rather Aging to be precise.I hope you do not rust.

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I looked out of the train compartment, eager to get the air in my face. Something was travelling, somewhere around 3x 100000000 m/s, and then.......Splotch. It was all over my face. The treacherous alienatic scum.a paan stained spit.I looked down and tried not to look embarassed. I shouted in the air to let people know that I would av bashed him up if he were anywhere near me. Then I took up the

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Not in my hands anymore. It was in the hand of the guy sitting beside me in the bus. My poor sleepy head was detached from my phallus in its state of nidra and the subtle movements and my sense of touch which revived me helped me up and out and out is out of the bus. Two train tickets later, I learnt the real real truth. Everyone loved to put my sex as a female, it is useless to fight, I have

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My destination: sarkhejmy means: AnythingMy mission: to reach destination.Empathy was the word for the day as each and every vehicle driver looked at me for a loooong time with caring eyes,slowed down, made me run upto him and then drove off.Finally a truck slowed down and the sdriver shouted" sarkhej".No place inside. He made me sit in the sun where bricks and cement are genreally transported.

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Know what!!!! That's what people think of 'people' who have underperformed or over rated or underestimated or judged the necessity of things. I have stooped low enough to laugh at my fate, atleast at some times. That gives me enough space to fall in the large void sucking everyone dry of any hope or ambition or power to keep the thinking switch on. Everyone is continously being put in the

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Walk for 8 hours straight, each some chocoloate fudge and chikki and then, catch a train from lonavla to karjat and from karjat down ahead to neral, a few kilometers from those billions of busy bodies in mumbai and you are near the foot of a hill station that cannot be traversed by any buses. Up you go by sumo, who droppes you at the gate of the hill station(giristhan) for a fifty and paying a

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baadko(low level abuse accepted without much retaliation generally. Useful when not intending to start a battle)laude(me personal favourite. It leaves a smooth sense of cleanliness in the mouth when you use this word)bulle ke baal(this goes to the extreme. the hairs of the balls are supposed to be highly abusive)Though not belonging to any place, as I have been to both hyderabad and mumbai, I

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as humans, we have begun to take everything for granted. The Chair, its importance, its essence, and its purpose, as I believe have all been lost and people simply live blind. Think About it. How was the chair invented? It feels pretty obvious that this turned out to be the best way to rest the body. But, was that why it was invented? Was comfort the purpose of a chair?? I,got this brilliant

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I have been taken for a ride.And I loved the ride. So, why shouldnt I be taken for a ride?

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Smokes full of lung...pollution full of vehicles... Loads of crap heads thinking why I am staring ...Thinking .......Stoned...........Let me present HellmetalThe concept behind the modern day head armour .You are going on a road and you do not know what happens next..... You can walk, you can drive....You can die...Wonder why so many animals keep dying on the roads....the lack of hellmetal to all

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Hundreds of forms rushed past him moving in predetermined directions, and swerving only when a collision seemed a certainity. This was the place he ahd been seeing since ten years. A place where dreams were supposed to come true. The place where people carry two hundred tiffin boxes to get two square meals a day. The place where he dreamt a dream. Ten years ago, the bench was stiffer, or did it

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He was trying hard not to think about it. A visit to the galla couldnt help it. A string of the so-called laugh-along jokes with others did not help. A long dose of pornography didnt. Each part of the body seemed to tell him that it was the time to take the chance. A small star shone right near the dim tower on a moonless,dark night.The star was bright, very birght. Hazy at first, but when he

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welcome the new generation or rather wave of the 'in people'. The people who do what they do when they need to do it. In other words, all those people who have a new handy instrument cradled safely in their hands.The camera men can be seen everywhere hunting for the photo of the year, strating right from the hostel washrooms even to the nearest drainage outside college. A serene sunset with no

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1. The toothbrush nod.Did you ever know that you could know an entire personality by looking at the way he brushes? Stop checking those invisible lines on the palm, stop looking at those holy calendars of the future and forget Aristotle. Glusus naturae has devised a fool proof method to identify a character by his brushing.There are the....a. The hold the tap and keep 'no'ing type- theses guys do

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Much due apologies are showered upon any entity visiting this page, specially the dear friends who tagged me.1. I never normally show myself out. Not my weakness, not my strength, not my liking, not my disliking.2.I like to watch things a lot. As in, before talking about the world, I feel we need to know about it, a lot more than we do.3. I love watches.4. I cannot live without addictions.5. To

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Are you sure??Are you coming??Of course, we are going..........arent we??(are we?)The clock struck an angry 9'o clock and the night was in quite swiftly. The mild hum of distant garba music deranged the ears.Around half past nine, five desperate faces waving madly at anything that moves faster than the human legs, finally pushed a guy to stop his Safari...and that was how we met Ravi, who drove

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This is perhaps, or rather, hopefully, my last navratri in gujarat. The land of sweet,blossomed,slender waist beauties gyrating to the psychedelic music and the swaying lights. You look intricately into one and you see yourself,the mirrors, it is. To leave behind something is not easy. You keep looking behind as to whether you really need to throw it away. And soon, a trail of things that are

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It's something lingering in my head since a long time and I keep thinking of it and laugh my head off just in the middle of something...To be precise, I do not remember who told me this and when, but somehow it just keeps coming back to me ....Hokay....I need to start this just like another kindergarden book. There was a guy called Krishna...And apparently, there family was the..

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Here's a sample head I was trying to read..."Study, study,study,......""Learn everything worth every penny spent in college""reach new realms of knowledge""Study,Study,Study......"thus went the peaceful life of just another nobody for somebody like me until....Someone changed it and changed it.......Well...A bit noticeably.."Keep the door closed.Do not fight...""try to sleep in light.......""try

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Getting a high is often mistaken as struggling for support and going beyond the humane reaches of the mind where we are alone forever.In fact, one doesnt need alcohol for a high. or for that matter, nor any drugs or cigarretes.Just try jerking your head both sides and you will see that there is a deep sensation inside the head which is just like someone massaged the nerves of your brain. This is

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Landslide at LohagadNihar(black) and pratyush(windcheater) at LohagadPratyush and Me at the foggiest and most swampy place everNihar and Pratyush at the same placeThe mountain we climbed(Yeyyy!!!!)Pratyush and meScary house near swamp with curtains!!Pratyush(on the pipes), Nihar(in left pipe) and me(three cheers for auto-timer)

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give your precious skin all the special attentionit deserves with the new creamy soft bar from Lux.Enriched with ultra caring Swiss Moisturizers,the bar feels like dollops of cream in your hand.Indulge yourself in its rich luxurious lather whileits unique curvaceous shape glides smoothly onyour skin making your skin feel thoroughlymassaged in the bath.go and discover wonderfully smooth,almost

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For an early bird like me, mornings are subject to be of the usual boredom unless blissful sleep or flying monkeys are seen. Today, unfortunately, I couldnt see either. so, with the only aim of spening time doing something unique, I hopped around the hostel to find a room with people still alive. Twas around 5 I guess, an so people were still up and an 'obscure' telugu movie called BABA was being

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Ok!! so, the title says most of it...Here's the rest: I was never ready for the trip. Every moment that led me close to the bang bang time, I was more and more gettin dull and wanted to escape for the moment away from the bus and away from things that would make me spend money. Busy in shifting stuff to my new room , at about 7pm I finally decided that it would be a huge problem for the poor

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"I am three years older than you ..U bastard...What the fuck are you staring at??? wanna black eye?? or a punch straight at the solar plexus?? Do u really think you can get away with this ???Get the fuck away from my path....What the fuck do you think you are ,wearing that orange wierd piece of a tattered cloth???.... "This is what i try to tell every fresher who gets anywhere near my way...But,

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there are two hundred and forty people in my batch. More than, seventy of them maintain their GPA above three. In these seventy, I am familiar with more than 50 people. The other twenty or so people are the ones that I keep thinking about. I know what goes in the head of the people I know...What about the others???For instance, I recently shifted into the on campus and one of those guys I

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A cheese filled pizza soft-crust with cheese toppings spiced up with some mustard and some chilli powder is one helluva meal.A meal that is rare and fulfilling the desires of the stomach way above the expectations.Ringing the bell to signify that we were satisfied with the meal, we strode outside but again to take rest at the very next bench we could find.As we looked at each other after the meal

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Carl Sagan is not someone I know....Some one just handed over a book written by him that taught me that life was more than just looking at notebooks , writing stuff and rewriting stuff to memorize it...NOw now!! People might wonder why I am writing this if Carl Sagan already propagated all this stuff...Well Well!1 He wasnt sure of all this and now!!!!In spite of the fact, that I have done zero

Gururajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647364890649845154noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558814.post-1122801499348964902005-07-31T14:50:00.000+05:302005-07-31T14:50:16.816+05:30

Every morning at around 8, gets up a disturbed soul and wanders aimlessly till lunch time..Post lunch, it is lab time and lab means browsing essentially...There is no room to change clothes..no room for myself..No Room...for a guy who needs a room...AAArggghhh!!! When will I get my own room in the hostel??Anyway, Here's wat I av been thinkin of over the few days:1. u r born2. If u r a guy,

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The severe shortage of movies expected to be good and the string of unknown movies releasing so frequently just couldnt stop me from seeing 2(do in hindi) movies I will never forget...1. Maine Pyar kyon kiyaScene 1,In comes Catrina in a lingerie and turns on the gas valves of her stove and then goes back to bed like nothing happened..camera goes through the wall to show the next door neighbour...

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