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I am sorry for a very depressing post. Actually, the way things have been going for the last few days, I couldn't have come up with anything better. My life has been paused since the end of mid-sem. I have done nothing more remarkable than gulping down quite a few cans of Amul Coco. As always this post is also being written with the aim of me making myself feel a bit better.Hopelessly bad as I am

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Phew! There seems to be an extended Diwali celebrations going on throughout this year. What with so many bombs going off with unnerving regularity. These death mongers have really been up to something; making my uninterested self take note of their progress. The striking feature is that the excuse (reason) specified for the mayhem is religion. Another aspect is the sheer number of occurrences of

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Coldplay is “singing loud and clear”. I am all confused, consumed and lost. No-one has confused me. I am lost sitting in my room. I know I’m not making much sense. I can’t help it. I’m helpless. To be frank, I’m quite hapless too. If God will send his angels, they will shudder. I love winamp. It’s playing coldplay songs one after another. I know these people never meant to cause me trouble. I’m

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I dream of the day i would be deadNot mourning, rejoicing insteadRejoicing why? I don't know yetBut hope to find out once I'm dead.Not that this life I do not likeNor am i sad, haven't found a wifeStill this thought in my mind lingersI'd be better off in death's fingersYes, I know, I am still youngAnd many years I'll be amongLife beyond life, what would it be?No more pretending to be freeSure

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An apology: This is an insanely long post. I have failed miserably in trying to keep it shorter than very long post.  Well! I should be getting ready for yet another rendezvous with yet another end-sem examination. But as it stands, as always, I have left the getting ready part for now. Actually, I am getting ready to get ready for the exams! I’ll put an end to all the ‘frust’ talk right now. I

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Why did I clear JEE? If someone had asked this question about three years ago, back then, I would have told - to study. If the question pops up now, I would probably say - to forget studies and secure a decent future. Maybe 5-10 years down the line, if someone happens to ask me this same very question, the answer, I’m sure, is going to be starkly different. I feel my reply then would most likely

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I have been living. Since 21 years and a few months I have been continuously living. God! I have done one heck of a job! I know there are infinite no of people who have done much better than myself and will keep doing. Nevertheless, that doesn’t take anything away from me. I have made most of the time available to me! I mean, I couldn’t have lived even a femtosecond more than I’ve been able to

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I am here yet again, with nothing specific on my mind. Or should I say nothing at all but for the intent of writing yet another post! Yes, it definitely is too soon for another post. But then what’s the point if I don’t blog when I just cannot think of doing any other thing. I had planned to pen something down in my diary to save you all the trouble of going through this, but ditched that idea.

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Disclaimer: This is a very narrow-minded take on the subject of cosmology (a science which according to me deals with knowing a lot of things which we do not have any business knowing). Please do forgive me if you feel offended. I must admit that my dislike for the subject of cosmology is entirely due to the fact that I do not have brains enough to understand all the maths involved. I have

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I am damn frustrated. I have been so since the last evening. As usual the reasons are known but the reason(s) for the aggravated frustness evade me. My very sincere apologies for yet another post starting with me “moaning” about my frustness! Can’t help it! It so happens that I invariably end up writing when I am very frust. Funny that frustness actually provides the activation energy to do

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Yet another day when I feel utter helpless. Don’t know how often will these days recur? Everything seems to be going all right and suddenly you are very depressed. It feels like I must be the most hopelessly hopeless of people to have ever lived. All the self respect, all the confidence just seems to have betrayed me. I was, just a couple of minutes ago, sitting almost totally exhausted, tired

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Frustness is really the “in” thing in Kgp, and given the god like omnipresence here it is here to stay, and stay long, maybe till eternity. Any given day you are bound to meet at least ‘n’ people who are frust to various degrees (here ulti frust is the most dominating one), ‘n’ tending to almost infinity. And yes the accomplishment of any arbit (un)predictable behaviour of any sort is very easily

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First things first, I would like to extend my sincere (To whom it mat concern) heart felt thanks to all those who are reading this post even after the last two posts on this very catastrophic blog. Please do leave back a comment or two so that I have an account of the number of ”heart felt thanks” have I am now short of. Your comments will let me know that there are still very considerate, caring

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Sorry for everything on this blog till now... the blog name, the title of the previous post, the post itself... everything and for this post too (to avoid beginning the next post with a sorry note!). I had thought that once I'll start writing ideas will start flowing into my mind. But sadly that is exactly what is not the case. So to keep it simple I'll write about my stay in London. This is the

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So... finally I too have a blog to boast of and this is the first post. So here is yet another way I have found out to frustrate you all who are already unlucky enough to know me!!! (those who don't know me and are still reading this post... something is really wrong with you...) I am here in my didi's home in London (couldn't resist boasting... as I very seldom can!!!) with nothing particular to

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