tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65996823723818234122011-04-22T04:13:39.990+05:30Chagrined musings of a jaded ex lady-killer...Renovatiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08287413128345582022noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599682372381823412.post-86543386772277313372009-04-22T15:37:00.003+05:302009-04-22T18:53:38.081+05:30

This is a measure of how whipped I am. I tag everyone. Everyone who ever was, is, and ever will be. Now do it, all of you. You too. Nao.A- Available: Nope- Age: 20- Annoyance: Too much salt.- Animal: Woof woof.B- Beer: Guiness, Hoegaarden, Bomber.- Birthday/Birthplace: February 4th/ Dehradun- Body Part on opposite sex: Eyes- Best feeling in the world: She said: 'sleeping in your lover's arms'.

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I realize this blog has had an altogether lack of chagrin (or anything else at all) despite being killed by the ladies. Suffice to say Celine Dion could be singing that horrid song involving the mouse and bird and her scary nose, as, contrary to what this chap (and others) would have to say, I am still very much alive. I am also very upset that so many of you have password-protected your damn

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I realize I haven't updated this place in a considerable while. For that I'm unabashedly unashamed and utterly and absolutely unapologetic. So nyeah. But you have to admit. I was able to keep you occupied with images of humping cows.This day finds me in Bombay, the city of dreams, the city of love. Well fuck, I have no idea if it actually is all of those, I'm just there. A not-so-early morning

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Right, so work's been insane. I haven't updated recently, my bad. This isn't really a proper post, but someone sent me this by email and I thought it was worth sharing.It's important in life to reach out, to strive for greater achievements, to go for that greener grass that is on the other side of the fence.....But one must also be careful…… Sometimes you can reach too far! But when you find

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First of all, I don't have half a fucking clue as to why my title's in Hindi. For the uninformed, it spells out a variation (such as my own lackluster Hindi writing ability would bear) of "Not all addictions are bad." On to the post.Now wait, second of all, I apologize for not writing for so long. The aforementioned not-so-bad addiction is to blame. Now before the lot of you bring out your

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I've been busy in a way that defies all norms and customs. My bloggiepoo also turned one yesterday. To make up for my absence recently, and the absence that is to follow, allow me to leave you with an image of the most adorable thing in the world.There's this gorgeous female dog who's just had a pup. I'll assume the rest died of the cold(not so aww-worthy), but she's got this one handsome little

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First up, I know it's been a while. I won't make any excuses, I just didn't feel like writing, commenting, or replying to comments. My bad. Now, the last time I wrote here, I was desperately searching for a wedding gift, and I thank you all for the excellent suggestions you made. I met my dear friend's then-fiancé for a cuppa, to see what kind of a guy he was. I don't often find myself liking

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I may just be anal. I'm not certain, but there comes a point when one has to consider that their preparedness is really over-preparedness, to the extent that they're just plain anal. Going through my bag, I discovered: A multipurpose plug, four rechargeable AA batteries and charger, a (soft) hairbrush, a little comb, a notebook with those plastic divider thingies in place, a bunch of A4 sheets,

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Other than eve teasing, one of the most popular depraved, depressing topics our beloved Times likes to write about, is road rage. Common forms of letting it out include shattering windshields, puncturing tyres, or plain vanilla beating the fuck out of a dude with a cricket bat. Now we've all had to share the roads with bad drivers, who'll either swerve a lot, or else flash their lights and honk

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I say modern day gymming because well, I don't know what gymming was like before I started it three years ago. In my own experience, however, It has been consistently amusing. Although not the most noble reason, a constant source of amusement lies in the discomfort of others.As of February last, I'd been fairly unable to actually attend the gym due to a not-so-minor back problem; I was one of

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Nine o'clock, gtalk was signed out of, the twisty-top of the stack of films was opened, and movie titles were being mulled over. Seven Samurai, Foreign Correspondent, and The King of Comedy, a Kurosawa, a Hitchcock, and a Scorsese. The perfect way to spend a quiet night at home. A glance at the clock, ten past nine, a quick grin, all alone tonight. Ralph buzzes, a mental note to turn him off,

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Son of a mountain goat. I didn't think it was possible to pull an abdominal muscle. It is, sweet mother of Jesus's great aunt, it is. Blame the retard who decided to test if his leftover former endurance extended to his abs as well. Three (+ 3) sets of 30 reps on day one of abs was a bad idea.Last Thursday was a bit of a strange day. I had turned Ralph off for the majority of the day as we were

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I found a badminton racquet, and decided to practice my smash. I momentarily forgot that racquet + my smash + modem = bad. It has something to do with the kinetic energy of a tall man through a light badminton racquet onto a stationary blinking modem.Today's top story, an orgy was reported in the southern district of New Delhi. Images follow.I don't know about you guys, but I'm really tempted to

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There comes a time in one's life when they're faced with a big decision. A decision that, for starters, would change a lot, and that would affect the outcome of future events. A decision that could change who you see looking back when you look into a mirror, and in effect, cause the taking of further decisions which would in turn lead you further into that direction. Every now and then, that

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This was inspired by Keshi's latest post. I'm going to assume that you all know the Delhi area, and know what I'm talking about here. Also, beware the technical opinions thrown in, don't drift off too much when I get into my take on car modifying as I do return to the story on hand.I'm quite crazy about driving, and driving fast at that, albeit maturely (all women in my life beg to differ).

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Dear fucking lord. I don't know what possessed me to agree to go for the bloody film, in fact I was forced into it. The tickets were bought and I was informed I was going to be watching. The fact that the sister's boyfriend who on every visit to my house prompts intense flashes of rage, requiring much self control to not injure him, was at my house for dinner did contribute to my desire to not be

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In the intervening days since investing in the time to indulge in an inspection of this here blog-of-mine, I've become inexorably indisposed and inexcusably incapacitated. Bear with me. Regular posting will resume shortly.And in answer to Pri's latest comment which seemed to remind me that I actually have a blog:"Not by the hair of my chin-ny chin chin." Which in my current unshaved state, is a

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When attempting to teach a roomie how to cook for his new girlfriend, don't have too much faith in the guy to start him off on something like Smoked Sea Bass with a Khus Khus filling, and if it seems imperative that he must be started off on this variety of fish where jaw-stabbing bones don't pop up periodically, leave signs all over the kitchen regarding the importance of de-scaling the god damn

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First off, I saw the Visa ad again, it's actually Mind and body, heart and soul. My bad.We rejoin our motley crew sprawled across the mattresses in the other room, after having succumbed to paratha power. India Today Office Spotter had fired up some random tennis game and was losing to Federer, when he remembered cricket. This was the first sign. He replaced the tennis game with a cricket one,

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What a day. It began with awareness. I found myself in the college parking lot. The sounds of Apocalyptica from the speakers, and the smell of FCUK wafting off my freshly ironed shirt as my Beloved Silver Zen eased into her parking spot. She let out a contented sigh, followed by a bit of a jealous growl from her engine as she caught me peeking at the swanky new Accord we had parked next to. I was

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There are times in my life when I find myself so mind numbingly bored, I would just like to kill myself. Due to principles and an itchy trigger finger as regards the honor and comfort of the women in my life, I find myself getting into rather peachy scrambles at times. Due to some unforseen circumstances, fate had it that my previously injured lower back was to make contact with a metal frigging

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We step back further back into the weekend... Certain unfamiliar terms just might have a helpful tooltip.Getting tired of the mandatory half hourly sutta break, one complains, that not everyone present is a smoker, at which point an upstanding religious individual comes up with the genius idea to visit Bangla Sahib. Since one doesn't like to interfere with peoples' religious tendencies, and being

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Monday morning, one wakes up with a very heavy weight on one's chest, despite lying on the stomach, and a level of discomfort. As the hands seem to be inexplicably pinned down under the chest, one reaches for the pillow with the teeth, and bites down to pull the pillow closer. On a clamping shut of the jaws on the pillow, the pillow gives off a whimper. Finding that at least a bit strange, the

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Saturday:Welcome to Maruti Service Masters, Okhla. We hope you had a pleasant time finding the damn place, which should have taken you no less than an hour, while remaining in a five hundred meter radius the entire time. Please remove everything not nailed down, and figure out a way to remove your brand new speakers as well, or we will screw them up. Your car is in excellent condition, and we

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I sit here on a system I purloined from my colleague, waiting, wondering, hoping that the one I was working on is alright. I suppose I overloaded it with the last render, but whatever I did, I caused the UPS to catch fire. Burned my thumb a bit too. Again, hopefully, it's alright.It's being narrated in my voice entirely, they seem to like it, and I've been able to do a decent job with the editing

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So I sit here, waiting for tech support on my computer at work, as outlined on the other blog I write on even more rarely than this one, the whiney one. It's one of the blogs on the right side what has the word 'whine' in it.Flipping through messages I had read out to me from my best buddy staying over at home containing death threats from my sister's boyfriend for not waiting for her to take an

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Couldn't sleep, got too much on my mind, so I thought I'd (finally) answer the tag-bagging that Anki, Blow, and Dude decided to throw at me.1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.I have a tiny stab wound at the base of my left pinky. My sister stabbed me with a packing knife when I tried to save a few balloons she was letting loose on with said knife.2. What is on the walls in

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"In the sun... now that's a good song""Who's it by""Joseph Arthur... it reminds me of Taru""No Renovatio, you're a good song" she called out with her doting smile as she got out of the car.Now there's the sister I wish I had over this lifetime... unfortunately the circumstances at which she adopted me as her big little brother I'd prefer not to have had. Her sister, Tara, my ex, got hit by a

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There are times when the lips of fate part and bite you in the ass, and there are times when they pucker up and leave a wet one. Unfortunately, there's much more biting. Much more biting pointed at me, and much more biting pointed at the people around me. There are times when you've gone through yet another sleepless night, only to wake up and realize that life just isn't going the way it was a

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To finally put an end to a seemingly endless day, one that began at seven in the morning and involved a failed attempt at getting my driver's license due to all the license-makers being out on election duty, which went on to a hassle-wrought shoot involving three guys cheering up their newly-single buddy by taking him out in the car for a 'singing-therapy' session, our final project for our sound

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This is the first time I'll be sleeping in my bed in three days, but the second night out, the one that almost was, just wasn't quite, that's what we'll talk about...So the plan was to crash at the german butter chicken buddy's, after spending a little time at hookah sans women... Not meant to be. I went down to priya after my driving class, with the guys sitting in the back, bitching every time

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...when you say you don't feel like talking, that you want to be alone, when in truth you want to talk, meet, and be with her so bad that it hurts, that you plan trips out of town without your phone just so that you're not tempted to call her each moment...

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Now I've been out of the 'blogsphere' for a couple of days due to a second accident, exactly a week after the first one. This time it was a dtc that came and hit my auto from behind, screwing my back. Apparently tall people have a natural tendency to slouch, and so over the years their backs get screwy. Either way, mine is now... the bottom of it looks like an upside down narrow question mark.

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... or lack thereofI haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks...These last few days, I've either been fretting over my exam which I have trouble studying for since the bloody accident, or else I'm thinking about the woman I still love, or else I just ache and the painkillers aren't doing their job.A few days ago, the doc prescribed some ADD medication to get me to sleep, and just as I was

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It's not a word in my vocabulary, or at least it hasn't until now. Today, I learned about karma.So in the days following my previous post, I've made some major, major mistakes. Let's go, day by day.Didn't let her sleep, didn't let her sleep, didn't let her sleep. I wanted to get out of the constant fighting, so I fought to not fight. Now we all know how well that does, and so, both of us said and

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Sometimes I wonder if I'm living in the right world... A world filled with alcohol, promiscuity, hate, isolation, dejection and cynicism... Fortunately (or unfortunately), my life is free of the former three, but my own little world, the few people that matter enough to me, the oft-replaced woman I choose to shower with my affections, my work and classes, seems empty.I wake up every morning

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