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A little too less maybe...

I promise to keep this short and vague...

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Tomorrow I embark on a great adventure. An experience that is to be cherished for a lifetime, and yet, I leave with a heavy heart. The clouds of gloom refuse to clear. Thankless? Maybe. And I'm sorry for it. Why this sense of morbid sadness? I think I know. I leave the answer behind. “How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!" Some optimism will go a long way here, but there are some things that are hard to let go of. Some, we cherish as special, some are fears that we harbor, that gnaw away in the darkest corners of our mind. "The world forgetting, by the world forgot." There is of course much hope to be sought and much cheer to provided by the wonderful world around us. And it is that which keeps the clouds from bursting, the lightning from striking. The fears diminished, with the hope of replenishment, the gloom lifting, with the reign of hope. "Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!" Maybe tomorrow, the sun will shine once

Homework...

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The Commandments...

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So I'm married to a headache now ( Six out of every ten married couples could sue me for plagiarism over that, which again is ironic, because, well, there are six in every ten of them! ) Nobody got that joke within a joke within a joke, did they? Nevermind. This post isn't about troubled marriages, it's about me having a headache, getting bored and making everyone's life a living hell. Lets begin with a little story. A long, long time ago, there was a man named Moses, who was chosen by God to be his local postman kinda chap. Deliver his messages and all that. Awesome chap that. Took a bunch of people over to Jerusalem, by parting the Red Sea and all. Ofcourse, in those days, Israel had no nuclear weapons so people had more confidence and courage to pull off stuff like that, but I'm diverting here. Well, one day, God called his favourite scribe over to a mountain top. They sat down for some drinks and snacks, and God told Moses, and I quote, "Bro, I'm g

Just a rant...

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I'm going to let off some steam here, because hell, my blog, my wish! This Sunday saw the grand finale of the 2012/13 Barclays Premiere League Season. It's fair to say Manchester United laughed themselves over the line this time around. Well played, well deserved. The gaffer's on his way out, and I for one, am none too sad about it. Sir Alex Ferguson is surely one of the greatest managers of all time and I respect that, but I can't stand that arrogant, pompous old Scotsman and the fact that his leaving will cut the strength of this United squad to half is all the more reason that I am delighted that he's riding off into the sunset. Don't like the obvious lack of sympathy? Hey, my opinion. Write your own damn blog. Now coming to the team that really matters to me. The one about whom this post is written. Arsenal. Yes. Another season gone. Still empty handed. Arsenal's trophy drought is well documented and not a chance do rival supporters let go of ridi

Wonder what's that like...

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"Are you sure? Are you feeling confident?" "Yes sir! I am positively petrified!" "Good! You're ready."

Curtains...

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And we take this image away with us, as one of the greatest luminaries of the game hangs up his boots, to mark an end to a glittering career. David Beckham. The name defined an era in football. A name that found its way into every household, every street, on the backs of one out of every five jerseys, worn by enthusiastic kids playing on the streets. He was by no stretch of the imagination, one of the greatest players of the game. There are too many in the history of the sport who far outshine him in technique and ability. Players who have made a much stronger impression in shaping the history of the game. However, having said that, in footballs glorious history, it will be very hard to find a better ambassador of the sport. He brought into the game, the glitz, the glamour. He brought into the game, royalty and class. Millions tuned in just to watch him play. Whether it was those delightful set pieces, those inch perfect long balls, those, curling shots that defied the laws of ph

It'll pass...

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It is time that sets the benchmarks for good and bad. We can only be as good as time lets us be, and as bad as we can be within our allotted time. How fleeting are the sands of time, and blessed are those who can enjoy the satisfaction and joy of real goodness, or suffer the utter desolation and regret of sheer evil. For the rest of us, there are only shades of grey.

A Living Hope...

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There is so much in this world that we take for granted. With every passing night, we take a new day for granted. A mother's love, we take for granted. A father's care, we take for granted. Happiness we see as our right. Success we hold as our destiny. A lover's affection, we demand, a friend's companionship we expect. A hand to wipe away the tears, a shoulder for every sorrow, we seek. A long life, and peace, we take as our own. Troubles, we discard as a burden for some other, the fruits of someone else's labour we crave as our goal. If tomorrow, God took away everything. Bared the world of all living beings. Place us all under a conditional existence. The condition being simple. To inhabit the world, one must hold the love and affection of another but every being can only choose one other whom they love most, and not more. Will we still exist in such a world? There is so much in this world that we take for granted.

When the skies are grey...

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I'm being unreasonably irritable for a couple of weeks now. Worse, I have developed this new habit of actually taking out my irritation and I genuinely apologize to all those of whom that are forced to suffer it. So, exam times once more. Same old, same old. Well, not quite. This time I actually, believe it or not, made a bit of an effort to put in some hours with the books. Maybe it was the guilt of having to pay a hefty fine over my attendance, maybe it was the need to live up to expectations(I overestimate, as usual), maybe it was the need to please, or maybe it was all of those or none of it. Bottom line, in this sweltering May heat, I've spent many a wakeful hour alternately poring over pages upon pages of incomprehensible rubbish, or sitting in the quiet of my little balcony as the dark night lifts to paint a picture of dawn. Now, it's been many a year since I last studied like this. Class ten, board exams, yes. After many a people telling me how my life will be r
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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice...

Haven't blogged properly in a while now, but I'm really short of ideas. Looking around, for some old content among my school notes, I dug this one up. I don't remember why I wrote this, or even, when I wrote this, but after a week of many a tiffs and fights, this seemed appropriate. Is holding onto little grudges really worth the while? Instead of sounding all preachy, I'm going to let someone far more wise, and far beyond the scope of retribution, sum it up for me. “ All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust. ”  -J.M.Barrie Anyway, as promised, here is something of a post. A poem that I'd written sometime in my youth. I really liked naming all my characters and titles after movies and songs, I notice. Brother's In Arms We met in school on a summer's day, Toddlers spending time away. Scribbling with my pencil new, He came up to me with smiles afew. "I really like your pencil" , he said, "Such bri
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The Gettysburg Address...

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"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here

Row, row, row your boat.....

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I wish.. I wish.. I wish... There's no wind in my sails, my compass don't work. I'm exhausted. I'm rowing away on my little boat, with hope in my heart, for there will be land, and it will be beautiful.  For the shores I've left behind are long afar, and I'm far too deep now. But is that lighting I see up ahead or, is it the gentle flame of Alexandria, guiding me on my way, I know not. But I'm rowing away on my little boat, with hope in my heart, for there will be land, and it will be beautiful.

The man, the machine...

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My first, and most favorite war movie. I gazed with such wonderment, and pride, as the man took apart the whole Pakistani Army single-handedly with a bazooka. Such profound awesomeness. Salute to the best fake soldier EVER!

And what would I do without you...

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Bombay Diaries...

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Is a week too short a time to introspect? As the car pulled out of the street, there was an overpowering sense of gloom. I've always had people to take care of me. And here I was, heading out into the unknown, responsible for my actions and those of others, I felt alone, I felt lost. It was then that I learnt of attachments, and seclusion. As the train slowly pulled out of the station, people followed it, waving goodbye. "Kheyal rekho, ar chinta koro na. Shob theek hoye jabe." Was that assurance? The eyes didn't show it. Maybe it was just a hope, a prayer. As the station lights dimmed behind us, engulfed in the mist of a cold January evening, I learnt of care, and worry. As I sat by the open window, the cold free air blowing strongly against my face, staring into openness as the lights and sounds of a familiar town passed us by, the chugging of wheels beneath us, the gentle sway of the carriage as we rushed onwards and away, further and further, I felt a releas

Act III Scene I

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The Prestige...

Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called "The Pledge". The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course... it probably isn't. The second act is called "The Turn". The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because of course you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn't clap yet. Because making something disappear isn't enough; you have to bring it back. That's why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call "The Prestige". We're all magicians, we just don't know it. We're all there in the midst of it all. The fun, the cohesion, the feeling of bel
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Moment of Truth?

The funny thing about jokes is that they're all serious business. The trick is never to let people know it. What is it about a joke that works for it? Content. Yes. It must appeal to the faculties. Implementation. Very Important. It is that what is perceived by the senses. You must make the audience see the funny side of it, you must let it sink in. How you put it, and how you act it out, will determine the reaction you get. But what determines whether a joke is accepted or not? Moments. That is the word.You have to know your moments, pick them carefully, match them up with something appropriate and deliver. If you get the moment wrong, all else shall be in vain. Moments. It's a funny business. One, that like tonight, is worth a night's pondering. How do you pick a moment? How do you know it's right? Do you ever, or do you just chance it because the stake's aren't too high, after all, I'm just telling a joke. But what happens

Now would be be a good time to enjoy now...

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