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Friday September 3rd 2010

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  • and Hari is back in Gorgon. Uber Death. 3 days ago
  • One night in CHOMland on Tuesday. Wednesday, onward to Dharamsala. Hope the rain Gods are kind enough to not cause problems en route. 4 days ago
  • Flight to Delhi leaves at 0600 on tuesday morning. Airport vigil planned to kill time from 0200 onwards. 4 days ago
  • Confession: "Fool's game" by Richard Marx running in loop in my head. 5 days ago
  • I now know for sure what salubrious means. Mysore weather = salubrious.I'd sacrifice 500 gorgonites for a month here. Gorgonite volunteers? 5 days ago
  • SoHF.Public transport, you are beautiful.And no, contrary to signboard notices,Yelahanka is not the new Gorgon. Its better off this way. 1 week ago
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Archive for October, 2007

Midweek Trip to Chennai

A mid-week trip to Chennai, on 24th October 2007, wednesday was warranted in order to attend surprise birthday party for a friend, Kodhi. More on the surprise birthday party in due time, for it needs a proper build up along with some heavy duty background details, in order to do justice to the efforts put in by Kodhi's Mum in organizing the whole [...]

The Mystery of the Missing Rubber-bands

I have recently had to purchase rubber-bands, the plastic ones, known among local shops as 'disco rubber-bands' (for some inexplicable reason), in order to tie my hair up. That is what one year of not having had a haircut does to you. Now the thing is, I picked up a pack of twenty bands, and most of them continue to go missing on me. Just like [...]

Back to Square One

Turns out that we, the people have to witness another political debacle, in the spirit of backstabbing and cheating that goes on amongst political parties in the name of coalition politics. The BJP, after having a power-sharing agreement with the JD(S), finds itself in a possible position of being chucked out in favour of a Congress-JD(S) [...]

Into Unchartered Territory

He stood on the edge of the cliff, hands folded in prayer, watching the sun rising on the horizon with unblinking eyes. The wind whispered his own name in his ears, as it passed him by, and he was as oblivious to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky cliff a few hundred metres below him, as he was to the tickling sensations caused by [...]