tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68957736148152227342024-09-14T23:51:13.385+05:30A blog about the many oddities the universe literally flings at us!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217924567397004803noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895773614815222734.post-10804571955476386912015-11-10T09:53:00.000+05:302015-11-10T09:53:09.910+05:30

The wind felt cool against Neel's hands, as he weaved through traffic on his motorcycle. It was nine o' clock at night. Another hour of pizza delivery and he'd be home in time for dinner with his mother. After his father's death, this job had given him stability. Well, relatively anyway; a job involving riding a motorcycle fast to make in-time deliveries only provided so much stability. At

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It has been more than a year since I updated this blog. I don't really know what got in the way. Whether  it is work, writer's block, the gradual descent of humanity into madness, or the largely uninteresting aspect of professionalism, or a combination of all these, or not even that. However, there is no point of crying over spilt milk, or random ideas, to be precise. Over the one and

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"Blog about your encounter with someone or something jiski #ConditionSeriousHai" read the contest description brought forth by https://www.facebook.com/cadbury5star. I have to admit I was pretty confused. You see, it was less Sophie's choice and more choosing a soup for dinner. The task of choosing one serious encounter from the sample space of constellations of frosty-nosed looks and gloomy

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A round of bullets whizzed past Kevin's ear. He looked back into the trench and saw his closest companion, Raj, reloading his assault rifle. Somehow, the word 'magazine' had taken a new form, and quite opposite in feeling, at that. All the while, his trusty Glocks pressed up against his legs. He just wished that there wouldn't come a situation when he would have to fall back on those. He

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Its one of the human traits I dread, simply because I don't have the tiniest clue as to how to express it. And I'm very sure that I fall into a category that is quite populated. How much is insensitive, how much is just right, or how much is a pathetic, emotional wreck? I mean, sure, we have images in our heads that define all three, but isn't that relative? I was watching this movie

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This one is about a chilling new experience I've been having, after joining work. Let's just say, if I reach my bed at the end of the day with that sense of calm still intact, I consider myself a survivor of a certain zombie apocalypse. 8:00 am &lt;insert your alarm tone here&gt; My left eyelid moves up for just that fractional bit, allowing me to search for that damn snooze button on the

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&nbsp; So, a couple of days back, I found out that Stray Factory was presenting another play for Chennai, Beeing Sartak Majumdar, teaming up with The Mannequins. I'd been to another of Stray factory's plays, Gerome Bixby's Man From Earth, and had relished the experience. Thus, without much delay, and confirming a friend's availability, I blocked two tickets for Saturday afternoon.

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Umm... yeah, that is not an actual phrase. I just made it up. In my mind, it goes something like this: being at peace with yourself while interacting socially. Now don't take this too literally. You get the general idea, right? Just a word of warning, though. You are going to read the opinions of an almost-a-non-social-animal. Now, lets dig deeper. Most of us judge our self-worth by

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You could never know what kind of art or medium would get you going, in a myriad of emotions; you just lose yourself in deep thought and are inspired to let things out. One such experience happened to me right now. I've been off my writing for about what, three to four months? It just took this one Bengali movie to put everything in place and get the juices flowing. And yes, this movie

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The Yao Ming face, or better known as the bitch, please! face has taken the troll comic and internet meme scene by storm. And the phrase sure has entered into our daily usage. And why not? The amount of shit people try to pour out on you, its only fair to hold out and take a dig yourself. Just a general article today, people! Very few people actually understand the difference between

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Who likes the performing arts? Movies, shows, plays and the like? Almost all of us do. They are a treat to the eyes, ears and the mind. Lets shift towards the flavour of this blog. Now, who likes the performing arts in real life, acted out in front of them? Anyone up for the heightened excitement, the expressive gestures and the 'whatte line' dialogues? If your answer is yes, then

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Simplicity. This word has mysteriously disappeared from many of our day-to-day dictionaries.&nbsp; Why do we have the urge to make everything so freaking complex?&nbsp;Why do we have to&nbsp;over-think? Why do we need to feel something which does not come naturally; but force our minds and hearts to wrap themselves around a rotten-apple idea? Do we hate keeping things lucid and simple

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"The bike is making a clicking sound whenever I try to turn on the ignition and accelerate." That's my roommate, and though I just mouth "Awww....... Everything will be alright.", I could sense a tone of melancholy in his voice. He hates it when something happens to his sweetheart. The bike may be about ten years old, but he treats it like it's new, everyday. That kind of dedication and

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&nbsp;If you're thinking that this is going to be about the artificial intelligence topic, you're hugely mistaken. This article mirrors the "I can't be wrong. You are WRONG!" attitude of AI systems. Sure, you may be coded in an efficient manner, but exceptions do creep in. Sadly, this exists in our world too, and people exhibiting this makes you believe that they have an obsessive need

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&nbsp; Saturation : The magical time when you actually feel being an inanimate object wouldn't be such a bad idea, now would it? What is it? It is hard to put into words but I'll try. There is a time in everyone's life when having company around you isn't what you want. You long for the soothing sound of the waves gliding on the bed of sand and nothing more. You

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Goodwill and Ranting : Two very different words, worlds apart, and yet they seem to blend so beautifully in some specific situations ( which we will come to, obviously! ) . Goodwill : the word to describe friendliness and good reputation. Ranting : The word to describe what the red demon ( anger, if you will ) produces. Now, let us make a pair; not unlike bread and butter but not nearly

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&nbsp; "Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once."Many of you rememeber this quote from William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Whether you go by it, I won't like to speculate. What I was going to say, before I drifted away (hey, that rhymes!) was that people have stopped being simple and effective with their communication. The aforementioned quote&nbsp

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All of us have been at crossroads at some point of time. You should know by now, not to take my words literally ( Doing that=BIG mistake ). I'm in a bit ( a bit? Make that a lot. ) of a philosophical mood right now and thought of sharing it with you guys. Bear with me and you'll be bored just that teeny-tiny bit. Back there, by crossroads, I mean what you think and what the other person has to

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Let's face it. It happens to all of us. One minute we are laughing at the lamest of jokes ( please, people, no pointing! ) and the next moment, even a hug won't cheer us up. One moment, we want to be with friends and the next, the terrace seems such a tranquil escape. And it doesn't help if you get yourself knocked up ( pregnant, to be politically correct ). Then it's all the way to Chaos City

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Here is Shubham Gangopadhyay with another of his unique contributions. This time, it's about the thoughts that "happen" to the brain and how to deal with them. Another interesting read, this one.&nbsp;All human beings with the cognitive abilities of their brain have ‘thoughts’ which direct their life at a macro and micro time frame. Some thoughts, in their nature, are meant to be shared - like

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Cryptomnesia, a memory bias, is a true bane for authors in particular; but basically for anyone who has to earn his/her daily bread by thinking up original ideas. I will explain with a real-world example. Suppose I am writing yet another quirky entry for this jewel-in-the-rough blog ( "blowing one's own trumpet" would be a fitting post, I guess. ). There may be an article I would have read in

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&nbsp; &nbsp;Change is fundamental. You should try it some time. The caterpillar grows wings, the average wide-eyed wanderer finds a definite purpose in life, even the sun expands. So, dealing with change shouldn't be a very difficult thing , right? WRONG! Basic human nature makes a person want everything to be like he/she experiences it everyday. Changes that don't matter to him/her ( I'm

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Many of you may be wondering about the title. Aquiline, according to the all-knowing-book ( also known as the dictionary ), is defined as: of, relating to, or having the characteristics of an eagle. I don't know why this particular topic came into my head, but since it has arrived, I can't let it go, can I? Aren't we all fascinated by that solitary spot in the sky, gliding through the air and

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Here's Shubham Gangopadhyay's take on "Touching Twenty". Quite an interesting read, this one. A friend of mine wrote an article about his epiphany of turning twenty. The end of one of the most memorable era of any individual’s life - for no one can look at such a time and say “that’s who I was back then!” Our teenage years are an amalgam of various characteristics - some which have phased

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