tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71953582011-04-21T23:01:54.031+01:00chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.comBlogger801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1169026759401285532007-01-17T09:20:00.000Z2007-01-17T09:39:19.430Z

Over Heard this conversation from a bunch of newbies in my project that included a unhappy mate who has been hitting head on the concrete floor, for over 3 months for a release from this project:Friend 1 (to the rest): You know GURU will be released this Friday.....Unhappy Friend: What no ways .. how can that happen... and who the hell is this Guru. This is just fine... I wait all these 3 months

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Random and absolutely crazy things I found around my cubical. And that caption is torn from the company "values and purpose" stick-on...When the thought train halts after a chain pulling by one of your psycho manager for something you were not even remotely associated with. I slacked off.... as follows. * Courtesy: Thank you my camera phone.

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1148389765512514062006-05-23T12:53:00.000+01:002006-05-26T14:13:57.923+01:00

..........In the meantime I figured out what to do with my life. I will get married and live happily ever after. Alright raise a few rug rats too.March the 16th of 2006 made me shiver with every step I delivered at the doorstep of RamaVerma club Kollam.The stage was set, so were the rumors and all the known and unknown relatives who had flown down from gelf and other parts of kerala. She, the “

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1139230582342337792006-02-06T12:40:00.000Z2006-02-06T12:56:22.390Z

The whole affair started in the month of June, when I was in my second year of college. The moment I set my eyes on her, I knew she was mine, and how better can things be when your DAD himself nods yes. He knew she was right for me and was happy to say yes to the relationship.He said "Go ahead son, she's yours".So the affair began. The affair that remained a part of me.... till yesterday.Her

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1139032304790888372006-02-04T05:42:00.000Z2006-02-04T06:05:19.733Z

The two duds actually had planned the whole invation much before hey actually admited that they were goin to attack Iraq.Seems the two "JOKERS" decided on attacking regardless of any external forces holding them back, that includes United Nations.This article will bring a smirk on your face.Mr Bush, told Mr Blair the US "was thinking of flying U2 reconnaissance aircraft with fighter cover over

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1138704091861148882006-01-31T10:32:00.000Z2006-01-31T17:50:09.880Z

The long cut posters hanging from the signal posts in Bangalore’s glimmer. The shinning twisters and holograms stuck to the back of every vehicle in Bangalore’s posh. The everlasting stone rock concert at every Bangaloreans lip, pouring over coffee, wine and gin. Fails to understand the truth and real story of a tough little boy, who was struggling for his share of half cooked bread and ice cold

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1136785435056993782006-01-09T05:31:00.000Z2006-01-09T06:02:33.856Z

I have all "A" s in my report card and only one "B", for co-curricular activities. This means I have straight A’s except for a “D” in singing. I have won laurels in elocution and painting, so that was not a problem, but when I enrolled myself for singing in our group song competition for the Green house in school; I was asked to handle the jingle and keep my mouth shut. I held my mouth real shut,

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1136382870268611182006-01-04T13:52:00.000Z2006-01-09T05:57:17.526Z

I always wanted to write about things that happened during my gay days. After a long pause this will be the best thing for me to write. With thought of me myself and Anoop and enough gossip, I will try and pen things and events in episodes that shaped the present me, through my old days.…….Anoop from under mamas wings, to squelch under a big BUTT. “Grind between the cheeks”_______________________

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1126178334307943562005-09-08T12:16:00.000+01:002005-09-08T12:18:54.313+01:00

I am out of “IT”, and back in business. This long break was well deserved and very well exploited.You could say; I was in the “writer’s block” phase. When you feel writing will only trouble your fingers, and not help you free your mind; which leads to finding recourse in whisky and women.A change is eminent.

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Away from Work, Bangalore and Internet for 2 weeks is no bliss or fun? YES; wrong answer.I drifted to Cochin in the above-mentioned time and was in the luxury of laziness and motherly pampering. All blames on coffee served hot by my bed.Blame is on Papadams, payasam, paripu, aviyal, kichady, kootucurry, fish fry and curry, deep-fried chicken, and loads of gossip while I wash these down with hot

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1123844279732309082005-08-12T11:41:00.000+01:002005-08-12T11:57:59.740+01:00

Get home in the evening, after a whole day of technical and managerial folderol, for some tranquil and peace. But what you find is a whole bunch of the same kind all curled and mangled in a cocoon of complains and frustration. So I decide to find my peace in the loo, only the sound of flowing water and the newspaper ruffles and other unwanted bowel voices. All this and sound of singing….. ..

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tinku tinku little star, how I wonder where you were,right below my wriggly nose, all this while you were minewhen the galling horoscope is gone, when all blessings shine upon.when all lights glow bright from high above, tinku tinku little star how I wonder where you were.PS: A cloddish effort at impressing 'tinku'.Disclaimer: Any similarity with any nursery rhyme will be treated, merely as the

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1122548574709429142005-07-28T11:58:00.000+01:002005-07-28T15:05:10.923+01:00

***Curtain raises for part three***The moment of fear freezes and it stays on and on and on… Sarala could feel her soul tickling her tonsils to escape. She faints, into the scarred left hand of Kochapi.With startled face and shock defined all over him, Kochapi tries hard to stay on his feet. Why did Sarala faint when he mentioned his favorite books name?Why did Sarala feel so cold in his left arm

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1122457180455343762005-07-27T10:17:00.000+01:002005-07-28T09:51:11.096+01:00

Evening of April 1945. The sun was setting in the horizon, darkness was just setting in, and the last rays bounced off paddy fields and tiled roof tops. With a blanket over their face and enough masquerades to conceal their identity, they move stealthily towards the thatched hut by the river side. They wait at a safe distance from the hut, safe enough to go unnoticed.Their intension: Errant and

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1121420892245745872005-07-15T10:26:00.000+01:002005-07-28T15:07:27.400+01:00

"Sometimes, it hurts most when someone you love, do not hurt you."I am Sorry.

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Fill in using YES/NO."_______ , I don't have a brain.Eunglish is a phunny language, you see.

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A sudden decision and enough money; the right recipe for a getaway. What better place than Kerala for that.Round of "puttu" + "kadala"..umm smack and a good hot tea with lots of do’s and don’ts from Amma; I was all set to explore the Greens of Vazhachal and Back waters of Alleppey with a group of 10 colleagues (non-mallus), for whom "water" meant a bucket or Hussain-Sagar lake and "nature" was a

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1119951820059458212005-06-28T10:31:00.000+01:002005-06-28T11:06:11.576+01:00

Today morning, we went through a grueling “HR-module” training.A knowledge transfer session done by our Delivery Manager, who had come down from USA.His primary tasks, when in USA were to, “UNDERSTAND”; “GATHER” client requirements, then get back and “GUIDE” us in functional/technical system-design specs.[This is how an IT-Project starts]He was at the client place for over 6 months working HARD

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1119856357683969312005-06-27T07:57:00.000+01:002005-06-27T10:30:24.476+01:00

The white ‘Sumo’ severed right, left, up, down, above-turn and sit-down; and all this time I was doing a good job balancing P.G.Wodehouse in one hand and my dad on the cell phone in the other.The gruffly driver with his big, black mustache, twisted at the ends, was already in heat with only 15 minutes left to get a bunch of lazy software engineers to work.He drove with vigor, passion and a good

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“Kandu” music blasting from my left.Noisy, putrid “Bong” on my right. (strong gastric extravagance).Flirty, “Bitchy Bitch” squeaking on the phone, in the front.At the back; at the back an access controlled door to the loo.I am expected to CONCENTRATE and WORK.No sympathies, thank you very much.thank you very much.thank you very much.

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To feel the wind on your face and your jacket flutter on your pillion mates face for 300 odd kilometers is something I want to do every day. All that with a flavor of quick decisions and make my mother say "WHAT??!!!, you are going to Mysore on a bike; that too at night!", makes the fun twofold. Sense of soothe was absent for us as all. All the bikes were pulsar and cruise bike comforts were

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1118918246308244472005-06-16T11:19:00.000+01:002005-06-16T16:42:27.893+01:00

Once in a while the loathe software professional finds his peace, at the office basket ball court. A few shots at the basket and a few tedious jokes to keep the fellow loathe entertained; his day is made a little better. Shooting baskets and getting beaten up by fellow loathes who think winning is weighed against punches and broken noses.Ah how I love playing at my office basket ball

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1118057878733989212005-06-06T11:42:00.000+01:002005-09-28T15:55:03.380+01:00

You seem to be very quite since afternoon Anoop.Is it the appalling appraisal I gave you or the embittered feeling because of loosing your well deserved "star performer" to my would-be son-in-law?Anything please talk to me, open up and I'll HELP YOU. I am there for you Anoop anytime, anywhere.Never hesitate to talk to me, ok dear.

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1117785605612303162005-06-03T06:50:00.000+01:002005-06-03T09:00:05.673+01:00

The more I enjoy the polluted air and loud horns, more my heart was weeping for the lady on the sidewalk. She looked befuddled and miserable. Was she new to the big city and mislaid from her family? Got here to change her fortunes? Find work; keep the army of hungry stomachs at least half full?or was she waiting for the pledged time and place by the illusive lover boy?or evaded from the clutches

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1117435765211109952005-05-30T07:24:00.000+01:002005-05-30T10:44:31.633+01:00

Long long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… somewhere close to Hosur....A vast sea of green grass serves as the backdrop for the Hero's entry, followed by a rollup, which crawls into infinity stretching away from the main building of Satyam computer services Ltd, into the unknown.War Vs love. There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere. ANOOKIN: Oh, POXtheCHICK! Thank goodness, you're

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1115739610106722492005-05-10T16:23:00.000+01:002005-05-10T16:50:08.443+01:00

It was too good a pic to be not shared.Difficult to find a soothe news here.

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1115724398165734312005-05-10T12:02:00.000+01:002005-05-10T15:54:02.956+01:00

Long long ago in the land of naked women and hot prostitutes there lived a young boy who stuck to his celibacy only because he didn’t watch discovery channel or Surya-TV Saturday nites.His sister stayed dark cos she missed the "fair and lovely add".His mom could never figure out when and where to cry cos she never saw any soaps.His dad died thinking Sachin Tendulkar was his famous next door

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com112tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1115713244380142902005-05-10T09:03:00.000+01:002005-05-10T10:17:34.120+01:00

The morning glory got in to me and I stayed irritated all day. Traffic on hosur road and Bangalorean's traffic sense added to the pleasure.After cheating death, twice on the BTM road; just before entering Hosur road I witnessed the amazing act of “SERVING FOR A CAUSE”. We know traffic is controlled by cops, these two serve akin functions; craft trouble.A car in front of me, obviously a software

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1115368882118740252005-05-06T09:29:00.000+01:002005-05-06T09:41:22.243+01:00

Dutch beer company Heineken has agreed to buy Russian brewer Patra for an undisclosed sum.... some news, esp at the week end !!yahhooooo.... jingi jakie chaaaaa jingi jakieee cha... jingi ghikidi aha....jhidi ghadi jakieeee.... jha[doing a dappankuthu... and whistling]"Let the Farce be with them".

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1115102903203533932005-05-03T07:19:00.000+01:002005-05-03T07:48:23.203+01:00

Was in Kollam since Thursday. Got back to Blore today morning; tanned and dehydrated.Kerala is getting hotter every day. The last time I peed so much was at age 2 in my ammumas lap. She loves me you see, and I do it to every one I love. "no no Merina, with you it was all that beer.....ahem of course my love too".Kerala is only a step away from sun-strokes and coolers. Maalu chettans and chechis

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1114494211517017532005-04-26T06:04:00.001+01:002005-04-26T06:53:22.376+01:00

Though the day began on a usual note; project updates, dead lines and all those forwards containing cosmetic words like "love" "friendship" etc;One mail stood out with a subject line "A fighter called Siddharth".A quick search on Google and I present to you my “brave man”.In recent times such a confluence of emotions happened was in a cinema theater; watching "BLACK".This could be a right time to

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1113986528392681872005-04-20T09:08:00.000+01:002005-04-20T10:20:33.266+01:00

One evening Mr and Mrs decided to play husband wife and make kids.Involve in the divine act of reproduction, to have an offspring, strong as Hercules, smart as Einstein, fast as Ben Johnson and witty as Jim Carrey.He was born to the 'Somiahs" in the green slopes of Koorg; amid fresh smelling coffee beans and morning mist.A few hours after his birth in the hospital, his grand dad let him taste the

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1113813323414611392005-04-18T09:15:00.000+01:002005-04-18T09:35:23.416+01:00

Don’t feel like posting anything, Every joint in my body is aching after the trek to Mekedatu (Goat’s leap).A real refreshing trip away from the crowd, I guess it got a lil too refreshing. The cancerian in me was lured by the gushign water and greenery. The hard, sharp and slipery rocks underwater reminded me that I was just another city dweling babu, and yes I was left with few cuts and

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1113209294572115942005-04-11T09:09:00.000+01:002005-04-11T09:55:34.536+01:00

Saturday came.. Sunday came.. The wind blew so did my nose.The only one that stayed was my cold.Ever felt like you could not stop what you were doing? It keeps happening over and over and over, and all you can do is keep doing it. The nostalgia goes through me every Monday. This Monday was no different only that it was worse.The thought of going to office over flowed my mind, the only other thing

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1112880306932835782005-04-07T14:23:00.000+01:002005-04-07T14:25:06.933+01:00

The day went fine except for the birthday celebration we had.I was wondered stuck to see the amount of enthusiasm these software guys have when it comes to impressing their boss.They don’t mind singing “pehala nasha…” in English…. Or eat a whole cake with pumpkin flavor.Of course the corporate jokes fly in the air.“…..Then they ordered a cup of shave and haircut not realizing they were in a

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1112796691011256092005-04-06T14:40:00.000+01:002005-04-06T15:27:18.180+01:00

We work hard, to cater to our basic necessities and FOOD stands tall in the list, for me, and my company takes extra care when it comes to food. After all it is our heath that determine the NYSE quote of the company.Past few weeks at my new office, tempted me to try the different culinary delights they serve in the office canteen. I’ll try and describe them to you. Though my descriptions won't do

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1110886697350606182005-03-15T10:39:00.000Z2005-03-22T04:49:54.770Z

"Look up in the sky.....It's a bird, no it's a plane...ahagn, its that idiot again." Morphing isn't my piece of cake, I know. But I don't care.

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1110775984437128622005-03-14T04:46:00.000Z2005-03-14T04:53:04.440Z

Sometimes, you climb out of your bed and tell yourself.. you will do it, "yes I will"; but laugh inside loud; of how many times you have felt the same way. You walk to the loo, do your thing and look in the mirror while you brush, wondering, why!!! "Why should I have such horrible hair, such ugly gums, such horrid jaws and yet, that God given smile". Smile, the next door girl waits for, smile

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1110634181031542322005-03-12T13:21:00.000Z2005-03-12T13:44:11.883Z

Is it necessary to “stay in touch”?When a friend of yours, move out of your place or shifts his work to another town, is it important that you stay in touch?I don’t think so. In my list of friends who have left me, there are many who complain through common buddies about my lack of interest to “staying in touch”, and then, there is this other kind, who don’t even care to speak to me. The latter

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1110275122355078122005-03-08T09:28:00.000Z2005-03-22T10:58:35.996Z

When something has to go wrong it does; but bhagvaan karae not like, what happened to sankar; almost blinding him. A caracker burst right in front of his face (they call it the BOMB). He burnt most of his eye lashes and sustained minor injuries to the eye. Thanks to the spectacles, otherwise I would have had to make a "sequel BLACK" inspired by 'blind' sankar. Well all this happened inside a car,

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1109574788743634762005-02-28T05:14:00.000Z2005-02-28T10:21:04.406Z

Shockers do come but nothing like this; winning the critic’s and viewer’s choice for the best picture, “Aviator” never made it to the stage. Was the academy drunk when they judged?!!! “Million Dollar baby” winning the "Best picture";.... was the academy right? I wonder..... Hilary swank winning the “Best actress”. now all this makes me want to see the movie even more. If only I had watched it

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1109332337446258992005-02-25T10:50:00.000Z2005-02-25T12:28:35.430Z

Game of guessing and betting is back in town, with just hours left for the glitter and glamour to start,I place my predictions and rouge thoughts on the nominees.This is my sack of bricks and roses. If anything goes wrong, I am not to be blamed, blame the Academy. Not to forget, this is a mallu's write.Best Actress.Annette Bening ("Being Julia"), Catalina Sandino Moreno ("Maria Full of Grace"),

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1108707741383379472005-02-18T05:55:00.000Z2005-02-18T10:29:18.600Z

One month "On bench" (software lingo) and 55 rounds of talk with my HR, who addressed me as Mr. Gummar; I had lost it. Felt like an idiot; nothin new , it was always an addundum with my designation; The 'Softbare engineer'. I have been assigned to a new circle SAP for ABAP training.Henceforth I will be addressed as “SAP Consultant”, ain’t no more a freakin softbare engineer.We are being trained

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1107842969320301952005-02-08T06:00:00.000Z2005-02-08T06:13:14.046Z

Growing up in a port town (Cochin) in the State of Kerala; surrounded by family. Expectations and aspirations are limited in such an environment. I could have made a living exploiting the usual government jobs offered or stick to the software development job currently having, but prefer to do similar work as a corporate executive. I have one sibling, my sister who is finishing her undergraduate

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1104317747220091002004-12-29T10:52:00.000Z2004-12-29T12:11:52.006Z

She draws me... The day I made the deal, she completely blew my mind! "Who in hell does she think she is"? I have to make her mine! Wicked, wild, she draws me, Deep into her life; I dare! Alone, unappreciated, rejected, Unloved and still, I care; I do, I care

chupruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10461465028639886115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195358.post-1103531787405211852004-12-20T08:32:00.000Z2004-12-20T09:22:44.726Z

About the Smoker who survives.. Today morning this tripe, sandeep blurted at tea session reminded me of an uncle I knew.We visited him in the hospital when I was in 12th standard and some one told me he was suffering from some kinda cancer caused by tobacco smoking.By standers also had that forsaken look when they said "I hope his son makes it here on time". This was 6 years back, Recently I

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These days i've been listening to quality online music (at WORK!!!); and take it from a ROCK music loyalist, Virgin Radio-Online is too good. (esp the 'Classic Rock' frequency) In armistice with work. Keep on ROCKIN.

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It ain't fair to misuse elysian words, like "Tyaag" and "Pavitr", when you talk about someone like Sonia Gandhi. Lady who learns about indian culture from the books, who has a Hindi tutor and still cant read any; One who fell into the puddle of politics only because she slept with Rajiv Gandhi and licked her cogent mother inlaw clean. The Article Sonia's birthday to be observed as `renunciation

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A forward, I want to share. A man was having a conversation with god when his whole life flashed before his eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of time. He saw that there were two pairs of footprints, but during the most difficult periods of his life there were only one set of footprints. He asked god "You said you will be with me throughout this journey, but why have you deserted me

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Advice, disclosures, revelations.... They come in every form, uncle aunty, dad, mom, books, neighbour, friend, stripper. Though the only importance we give, these revelations and advices is a means to realize that we ain't Deaf. This particular divulgment did make me realize I need to be a fighter. There are two kind of trees the one the carpenter prefers and the one that he doesn't. An expert

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A divulgence from a female friend about what they want in men. M- M- M MAN–MACHINE-MUSCLE explained to me as; MAN: blah blah "CARING" blah blah "RICH" blah blah "NRI" blah blaaaah ah and "SHOULD COOK" blah blah ( ...and it remains a arcanum). MACHINE: big cars, huge bikes. MUSCLE: As in BIG BIG muscles. Their IQ can be of their shoe size, but biceps ...hmm no compromise on that, the bigger the

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New Mails-26 (sender)Arun -(subject)"diwali DIWALI" Sunil-"DIWALI is here" Sonali-"happy DIWALI" Chris-"happy DIWALI" Anil mashay-"have a great DIWALI" Mahalakshmi-"virtual DIWALI" Navneet-"DIWALI wishes" Sabir-"happy DIWALI" Roopa Garg(my boss)-"Anoop where is that DOCUMENT".... ...and my diwali begins.

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(Looking through my green bottle). I glass painted a wine bottle and clicked it aginst a bulb. Psychopath ;-) "Krishnaatam" Wire mesh model. This is a wax model (carved out of a candle).recognise the face ,yes mine! "The Awakening" Mixed medium.

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Spent some time reading the contrast between rich and poor as told in pictures.It is really touching, "disturbing" can be a simile. If you feel a bit heavy within then this is not for you to read it sure made me want to do something, though i have always felt exhausted after thinking about "what to do" this particular site put some more insights into my list that same exhaustive list. Painting a

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"if you think about what you don't have, you have nothing". but if you think of what you have, then you don't have to think about what you don't have ". A quote self designed when I was on the bike with a friend and we needed to talk something. This quote turned out to be like, a painting, which you name only after you have finished it. "Oh, now it looks something like a pig in mud, though it

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....and i survive.... another day in this world. I want to piss, so i go to the loo. peep into the piss-pot, open my trouser zip,(still peeping into the piss-pot), pull down my undies, pull out my pee-pee, and aaaahaaaaa..aah .ah ..a.a.... sounds disgusting...trust me the feeling is better than sex. (esp after 6 hrs of no-pissing) ...and i survive....

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Another movie to add to my list of "excellent" graded movie in Malayalam. After "Paithrhukam" this was the only movie that has made an impact."Paithrukam was released sometime in the late 90's and yes that was the last mallu movie I watched with the brain of a critic,movie enthu, and above all a MALLU. My scattered movie habits can be blamed on the movie makers, who have been very happy

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This write, is a conversation between Anoop and his client on the mornig of 13th Oct 2004. It was another of those days when you get up and realise what you job is and how much you hate it. You manage to drag yourself to the bathroom and find there is no power,shower in bone-chilling water. Hopefully I'll make it on time for the con-call with my god damn client in irwin-California, he never

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Things get worse by the day, My inner crib is eating me and when it emties me from inside thats when i go home. Cant wait to get back to amma and pappa, not that its gonna add any value in any sense just that the "HOME FEEL" makes a big difference. No way I want to shore up with the thought of, your girlfriends-arms or your best friend or any superlative crap ,giving you "THE COMFORT" cos

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like the braindead IT analysts said, "the bubble will burst someday" , though the context is on a different note, It has come true in my case "IT" HAS BURST for me and i cant take this any longer. An optimistic brush tells me the awakening has happened for good atleast i dont have a wife or 3 to 4 kids to worry about before I thrown down my papers. I cant take beign another SOFT-BARE Engineer.

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viola ...to add to my horid day when i peep into my blog after a long time, ..all the pics i had uploaded is gone.Not a surprise, just a lil iriitated. I knew it will be gone after a while but then damn. Now my blog looks like a Porno movie with no chicks, just the sound. So readers(if any) please excuse the inadequacy. Will try and find a better picture hosting site.

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Welcome back for another nail biting, hair raising, move that fat-ass please, episode of "FArtman-........will he or will he not...." was the question. The last time we left Fartiee was with the Bubble gum, now that you have figured out the cause for Fartiees super powers, my precious time will not be wated in explaining that anymore. Instead lets go to the town-hall in clappana were mayor--

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Keeping my promise, with the previous blog-write, here I present to you "FART MAN". This part of the script, Sponsored by.... customer satisfaction is our "SPECIALITY", slurp..uhmmmm. Some day you have to light the wick to the dandy's thoughts.Here in your honourable presence, I DO.... **************************************************************************************** The auspicious day

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Never wanted to scribble down my personal stuff here (contradicting statement though), always wanted to pen down things of no importance or of absolute nimble value what inspired few of my drivels.But now, if I have to keep my blog updated I'll have to jot down few things that happen every day in this dandy's life. Last 2 weeks, full of bollywood-style, masala added stunts and emotions, not to

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End of the day and a geeky thing to make yourself feel better. Don't ask me why i'm putting it here, well maybe cos the indite is all praise for ME... My kind of movie turns out to be ... "TARZAN!!!!!" (ladies ladies..... you reading this?????) well go on make yourself feel good( pst... every result is goody goody abt you) which movie, you belong to????

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What is it with these Americans!!! Anyway, thanks to this news, now i know what methamphetamine is. just thinking......what if, it was Bush... hmmm Naughty Naughty Anoop..

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First of the waves you touch will be the last you feel, now was that the last or the first wave? Evry single grain under my feet, stimulates me into a cacoethes. Should I bend down to itch, hah yes itch till every layer under your feet find their way into the salty depths, and you stand there; still, quiet, feeling the wind through your osseous tissues.Slowly, very slowly till you..you.... don't

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Week end was just fine. Was down with "empty your bowel while you sneeze" disease on Sunday. Damn, it's no fun to be in the loo when your buddies are having fun, just a door away.I also missed Sunday treat for myself at a Pub or Restaurant. The bettter part of my week end, Went to ISKCON (International society for Krishna Consciousness) here in Bangalore, on Saturday. Got myself a "sandalwood

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"He's an accomplished champion but he's not invincible", a cliche.(comment by Race director Jean-Marie Leblanc) Hats and my "chaddi" off to this man. To win six times in a row one of the most difficult races, is something my grandpa would make me proud of. http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/other_sports/cycling/3924971.stm    

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It is very difficult for me to understand why we have segregation between "Discovey channel" and "F-tv". The other day I got to know 1)new positions in love making. 2)how to arouse your partner, even during a cardiac arrest. 3)how to rub your "person" for maximum pleasure. 4)......where and when to do, all the above mentioned....... next episode. All this from the very own "Discovery"

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meow... said the cat and i ran him over with my "Enzo", the 6 lt 660bhp, 0-100 mph in 6sec-below, gull wings, what an aphrodisiac, made it to the verge of a "explosion", in my pants ....Bow... said tikku and i was rolling on the floor in his piss, how on earth did I get in the Kennel. Oh the after effects of "kallu" .

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Why i'll die to be BART......the 10 year old, for 11 years.   MY  blakboard ----------------------------- I will only do this once a year I will not try to burn down the school I will not aim for the head I saw nothing unusual in the teacher's lounge I will not draw naked ladies in class I will not conduct my own fire drills  Wedgies are unhealthy for children and other living things I

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Late post to commemorate another "day" , reminds me that I'm running out if time. My birthday is done with for the 23rd time. was home when the day started, ended up in a "kallu shaap" (local toddy shop) by the evening. I was decieved into the place by my mentors back in cochin, Vasanth and Girish chettan. when vasanth asked me to come home fast ,I thougth there s a surprise  party waiting for me

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    I always thought "Yoga™" was another of those martial arts-gimmicks. Left leg up, right hand on you nose, twist your head, bend down to touch the knees, aha....got you, now try and get out of the "twistero-aasana". But then my cogitation changed when I experienced it myself, I became Yogic-Spidiee.   My first experience with "Yoga™" was dire.   A friend of mine-"Quarter Kumar" told me that

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Mentioning a few roses and bricks of my experience with the "PICKLE". Please do not expect any expert, adept recipe or assistive thoughts here to make your culinary experience more gracious. Read on the drivels of a food faddist. I recall, those huge satchels I had too carry to hostel after a house visit. Mummy's special, Granny's love, aunt's compultion, neighbors’ threat.... and many more in

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Happy birthday another of my "FAT"friend(no malice intended here) and "FAT" is a conjecture with refference to some of my friends, the quaint method to insult someone,no not for me. I have always loved the ones on the ,kaushik ishtyle of quote(all about him latter in the bickering)...."A little on the MUSCULAR"...side, to stike off four names that are ettched to my brain. Read on ....and keep in

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It happened out of the blue.At first I was dubious then skepticism creeped in but then it was too late for any kind of quelch.The news was out "Creed has DISBANDED". Some bad news come as a storm but then there is always hope of a new sprout ,a new begining after every disaster. Next time we'll hear the deep mellifluous voice and highly vehement compositions ,may be some time when the band does

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3 days away from the aboninable sound of tapping on the key board, (the 3 day week end was a "operation success", the commando operation deviced in this pudding-head...BUNKED work with the excuse of Bad tummy) a long restful week end.All this I consider a treat for myself, question of whether meriting or not has no relevance here. Its like the first breath of air after you dive 30 feet deep ..

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The "KOIYAN" was deviced by the "thinking" club in the dark forbidden lanes of Chennai. How cruel of nature to not let "US" consummate..and why just the KOIYAN's With all puffed chest, I spark the "Anti-Koiyan" campaign. Dear reader you will have to go through this word all throught the blogs ... cant help it though ..its in my blood Hail anti-koiyan, How positively passive-aggressive of me to

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Was it the rain or just the rude auto guy whome i asked for directions!!! came saturday, every atom in my body was ready to go for the (fireo motorock) atleast thats what the news paper said. and there was not even a touch of "ROCK" in what i heard at palace grounds that day. When was the last time you felt like you were naked and sliding over a blade edge?it was 2 days back for me. It was

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