tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039Mon, 30 Jan 2012 04:22:02 +0000MusingsPhoto - blogKavitayenLoveLovestoryTravelogueReviews - MoviesReview - SeriesSocial NetworksFiction - StoryReviews - NovelsPoem55 Word FictionThe School CityFuturama - Science FictionHumorous ThoughtsFiction is what we use to sandpaper the hard, stark realities of life to get sweet storieshttp://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)Blogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-8969512918397202932Wed, 29 Jun 2011 06:15:00 +00002011-06-28T23:27:02.288-07:00Social NetworksDo Social networks really work?Yesterday while talking to my boss (BTW he is the only one I still consider to be my boss, apart from my wife, as he is the only one I listened to at work ;)), he came up with an interesting idea. People have not changed since centuries. They have always been drifting apart. From whole villages living in one cave to rising divorce rates, we have come a long way fromhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/UyAIPK9dgFY/social-agenda.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RCIH08ap2HDN7vRJhbhAKSQNZRc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RCIH08ap2HDN7vRJhbhAKSQNZRc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RCIH08ap2HDN7vRJhbhAKSQNZRc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RCIH08ap2HDN7vRJhbhAKSQNZRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/social-agenda.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-8204306956427728611Mon, 21 Feb 2011 09:36:00 +00002011-02-21T02:04:22.511-08:00MusingsBeing a ardent fan of Indian Comic books, I was super excited when I heard about Comic Con India 2011. The venue (Delhi Haat) and day (Saturday and Sunday) were also convenient to fit in my busy schedule (;)). All I needed to do was to convince Biwi to let me go! When I asked her, she was surprisingly supportive and decided to tag along. As an aside, either she had finally submitted herself to myhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/sYB6rsZDlr4/comic-con-india-2011.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YvOC2YHx4WukaVN2EzLGXLvR-dI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YvOC2YHx4WukaVN2EzLGXLvR-dI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YvOC2YHx4WukaVN2EzLGXLvR-dI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YvOC2YHx4WukaVN2EzLGXLvR-dI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/comic-con-india-2011.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-4359620005533108728Mon, 03 Jan 2011 07:25:00 +00002011-01-02T23:27:27.554-08:00MusingsAs we grow old, New Year becomes just another day.When I was a kid I used to think... why aren't Maa n' Papa excited about the New Year? Why don't they go out and celebrate? Why do they stay back at home as if it was a no big deal? After all, it used to be such a BIG deal for us kids.But this year I did the same... stayed back at home. No parties. No outings. And we didn't even know it was ahttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/ADB1PRwW6Yc/2011-happy-new-year.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rJiHzfad9peNdlnO7cjXxMUUHZE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rJiHzfad9peNdlnO7cjXxMUUHZE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rJiHzfad9peNdlnO7cjXxMUUHZE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rJiHzfad9peNdlnO7cjXxMUUHZE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-happy-new-year.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-7173795060543102398Wed, 15 Dec 2010 10:43:00 +00002010-12-21T01:14:55.076-08:00If someone said "Friends are necessary in life", I could never agree more with him. On a Saturday night binge with some of my oldest friends, in the alcohol induced haze, one of my friends put this song on.I was like "Damn!! How did I manage to miss this song for so long".This song is a revelation. This is the story of all the guys like me who somehow have managed to get a great gal in their http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/iFCvnpjiJdg/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y1sfgPXQlPo_PtkshVK6otuEJW4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y1sfgPXQlPo_PtkshVK6otuEJW4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y1sfgPXQlPo_PtkshVK6otuEJW4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y1sfgPXQlPo_PtkshVK6otuEJW4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-5295081672611917194Wed, 24 Nov 2010 08:26:00 +00002010-11-24T01:12:37.075-08:00MusingsFew days ago, I watched a special report by a leading news channel : What does it mean to be a Bihari?I was amazed.Does being Bihari mean anything different than being a human? Are we any different from people living in Kerala or Delhi? Are we really a different species altogether?Well in a sense we are. It took us more than 20 years to decide that having food on our plates is much more importanthttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/U6v6G0VyDq4/what-does-it-mean-to-be-bihari.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)4 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itDHCT6lJYdDCuHdcMAGeCMpvmQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itDHCT6lJYdDCuHdcMAGeCMpvmQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itDHCT6lJYdDCuHdcMAGeCMpvmQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itDHCT6lJYdDCuHdcMAGeCMpvmQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-does-it-mean-to-be-bihari.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-2534260233614678187Fri, 01 Oct 2010 11:35:00 +00002010-10-01T05:32:18.254-07:00Reviews - NovelsHow many times have you read a book and felt that the bugger is almost living your dream?Last weekend I read "Don't ask any old bloke for directions", and I felt the same. A 200 odd pages full of what I have always dreamt of doing. In fact I am so impressed by the book that I am contemplating the same sometime next year.This book is by an IAS officer who gave up his cozy job, something which he http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/00IfyP3Q2ik/living-your-dreams.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)3 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-16PbODLQmUGqu0IPU6GA0oQU3g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-16PbODLQmUGqu0IPU6GA0oQU3g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-16PbODLQmUGqu0IPU6GA0oQU3g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-16PbODLQmUGqu0IPU6GA0oQU3g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-your-dreams.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-5987959646245689083Fri, 24 Sep 2010 10:12:00 +00002010-09-24T06:49:04.869-07:00MusingsHumorous ThoughtsThere was a teacher in my primary school. She used to tell me something which makes me remember her everyday."Always remember that you are living in very exciting times."I also remember her for her perfect beauty. Wanted to marry her when I grew up, but that's another story altogether.Coming back to the exciting times, last few weeks have been quite "exciting". Sample a few of the exciting news http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/kRTw6MdN-zQ/commonwealth-games-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)5 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtV-3LtUTZo9l_IPTAsO_HhEcOA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtV-3LtUTZo9l_IPTAsO_HhEcOA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtV-3LtUTZo9l_IPTAsO_HhEcOA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RtV-3LtUTZo9l_IPTAsO_HhEcOA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/commonwealth-games-2010.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-4141155408698736145Wed, 22 Sep 2010 12:39:00 +00002010-09-23T02:29:20.421-07:00What do you do when the road you are driving on has got two feet of water on it? I drove through all of it. Ditch or no ditch. Road or no road. I drove through it all.Last weekend was a test of my patience, driving skills and luck. Luck above all.One of my friends, Abhinav, Biwi and I went on a joy ride to Mussorie. The ride up to Mussorie was an almost good one. I say almost because of various http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/HHi2eA_ishg/cats-and-dogs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)4 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_b-LqoI8DVzbMzWmpQS4DYDw5q4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_b-LqoI8DVzbMzWmpQS4DYDw5q4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_b-LqoI8DVzbMzWmpQS4DYDw5q4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_b-LqoI8DVzbMzWmpQS4DYDw5q4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/cats-and-dogs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-6880584686643400332Wed, 15 Sep 2010 12:49:00 +00002010-09-15T06:26:10.406-07:00Sample this:A woman named Aditi Jagtap hits 6 people in Pune while she was over speeding and gets released on a bail of a meager Rs. 15000.Balakrishna Masli, a child welfare officer in charge of rehabilitating destitute girls in Karnataka molests girls from the care center. An FIR is filed after 6 days of reporting the case. He would also no doubt get bail and the case would not come to a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/mMt6hcAYfs8/do-we-need-human-flesh-search-engines.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3HZ2piIMWtJA67xcqm9OylTiRCc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3HZ2piIMWtJA67xcqm9OylTiRCc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3HZ2piIMWtJA67xcqm9OylTiRCc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3HZ2piIMWtJA67xcqm9OylTiRCc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-we-need-human-flesh-search-engines.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-650413183110465786Tue, 13 Jul 2010 08:23:00 +00002010-07-13T01:35:13.624-07:00MusingsToday I have no qualms in admitting that we Indians as a society are misogynists. How can I say that? When a leading news portal can call the Indian President a "him", then what else do you want as a proof. Check this out (the disputed word is underlined in red):http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/RT-gAJHi2Po/president-of-india-he.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)3 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTWxSUrbySpMIuqgYhmzIlmNyK4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTWxSUrbySpMIuqgYhmzIlmNyK4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTWxSUrbySpMIuqgYhmzIlmNyK4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTWxSUrbySpMIuqgYhmzIlmNyK4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/president-of-india-he.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-7614106141844361048Fri, 09 Jul 2010 07:53:00 +00002010-07-09T01:02:35.245-07:00I shifted to Delhi, Noida to be precise, a week back. Since the very first moment I stepped out of the Aircraft, I have been wondering whether it was a wise decision to shift from Bangalore to Delhi. If Bangalore was bad Noida is a nightmare.There is no power for hours on end. Security for your family is virtually hanging by a thread every time you step out of your house. House rents have been http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/Wi_KwXJhhCI/delhi-blues.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1bfoKQbflUnGCalRMVYkS1v5wk8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1bfoKQbflUnGCalRMVYkS1v5wk8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1bfoKQbflUnGCalRMVYkS1v5wk8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1bfoKQbflUnGCalRMVYkS1v5wk8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/delhi-blues.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-627538131242112706Mon, 24 May 2010 06:13:00 +00002010-05-26T00:14:18.424-07:00MusingsDisclaimer:These are my personal views, which I have formulated with careful experimentation and observation. This is not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments, but just a rational approach to drive some sanity into the insane phenomenon of Indian Spirituality.There is a restaurant in namma Bengaluru called MTR. Its the famous haunt of all the new comers to Bangalore, specificaly people like me who http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/eLkuzK8HE2g/spiritual-gurus-of-india.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)6 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xlVkTXoCl5f_VtngxiMN7eBnB4U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xlVkTXoCl5f_VtngxiMN7eBnB4U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xlVkTXoCl5f_VtngxiMN7eBnB4U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xlVkTXoCl5f_VtngxiMN7eBnB4U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/spiritual-gurus-of-india.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-3343378529546576295Wed, 17 Feb 2010 12:30:00 +00002010-02-17T04:43:15.906-08:00MusingsWell, to answer the question honestly, before the last couple of weeks, I was doing nothing. Absolutely nothing worthwhile. Just idling away time, doing some junk pet projects. But then one fine day (last to last week to be precise), I felt I have found my way to nirvana (Ain't I lucky?).I have this habit of reading a lot of wikis (see what level we s/w enggs stoop down to complete 9.5 hours in http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/Q94M0up4Pig/what-was-i-doing-for-so-many-days.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)5 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5dTDUQT0ksDH7dUcD54bpCgf_c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5dTDUQT0ksDH7dUcD54bpCgf_c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5dTDUQT0ksDH7dUcD54bpCgf_c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E5dTDUQT0ksDH7dUcD54bpCgf_c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-was-i-doing-for-so-many-days.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-2599271000873657261Thu, 28 Jan 2010 08:58:00 +00002010-01-28T01:23:39.897-08:00Humorous ThoughtsAs I have already said before, Apples spell trouble. But this new offering from Apple has got more scope and scale (looks like I finally caught up with the s/w engineer lingo) than the ones I mentioned before.The newly launched "iPad' has got more scope for pun in its name than any other product ever launched. Maybe the mandarins in the tech giant's marketing division did not consult their wives http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/14Twp-5pupA/wrong-pad.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)6 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a9zTp1Q4hiJfkrNJnaA0Nk7bX-k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a9zTp1Q4hiJfkrNJnaA0Nk7bX-k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a9zTp1Q4hiJfkrNJnaA0Nk7bX-k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a9zTp1Q4hiJfkrNJnaA0Nk7bX-k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-pad.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-6288250692134842206Tue, 19 Jan 2010 08:42:00 +00002010-01-19T01:05:33.243-08:00उम्र कब की बरस के सुफैद हो गयी,कारी बदरी जवानी की छटती नहीं॥Leave it to Gulzar to write the wierdest but the most philosophical lines ever written. To all the oldies of the world, who believe in this way of living, I salute you!!My boss says, "I wanna die young, not early but young!". I concur with him। I too wanna die young. When I grow old, I want to be fascinated by the young women and envied http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/pARdOVtcCu4/i-wanna-die-young.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)5 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CjuJEKmuCnwnn8wG7w4nasihhqc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CjuJEKmuCnwnn8wG7w4nasihhqc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CjuJEKmuCnwnn8wG7w4nasihhqc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CjuJEKmuCnwnn8wG7w4nasihhqc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wanna-die-young.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-2992004470606051766Mon, 21 Dec 2009 06:39:00 +00002009-12-21T02:19:32.275-08:00Humorous ThoughtsWhew!! the weekend is over. Hope you all had a great one. This was the penultimate weekend of this year, and it couldn't have been any better for me. Biwi did a lot of shopping, and I, well, let her do a lot of shopping.I told ya, the weekend couldn't have been better.There is no sight more beautiful than seeing your wife's dazzling smile after she gets that cute bag or the smart top. You can be http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/ZVYCmVZIH1o/shopping-blues.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)10 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANaj8zQXiHiS2qh6WqDup6fF97Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANaj8zQXiHiS2qh6WqDup6fF97Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANaj8zQXiHiS2qh6WqDup6fF97Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANaj8zQXiHiS2qh6WqDup6fF97Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-blues.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-2158670958311110224Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:42:00 +00002009-12-16T23:19:04.384-08:00Musings"We would like to assure all concerned that the outcome of the process on completion would be fair to all candidates." So ends one of the most infamous press releases of recent times.Well, to be frank, I appeared for CAT on 1st December and found everything nice and easy. Lucky me. Coming out of the exam hall, with around 45 attempts, I was almost happy. Only till I heard people attempting 60 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/aro9cCruY_0/cat-fiasco.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5-7IgDcE3b3jjMy6raJqc4yWX0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5-7IgDcE3b3jjMy6raJqc4yWX0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5-7IgDcE3b3jjMy6raJqc4yWX0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y5-7IgDcE3b3jjMy6raJqc4yWX0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/cat-fiasco.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-6710615519529960631Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:52:00 +00002009-11-19T04:57:25.410-08:00"Yippee Ki-Yi-Yay motherfucker"... Screams one of the most memorable characters of all times. John McClane epitomizes manhood like no one ever did. He is a straight talking, rough on the edges, don't-you-ever-fuck-with-me kinda guy. He takes all that comes with just one expression on his face "I will live through it all. But will ya?".We men (at least most of us) are just like that. Maybe, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/CA1ueF9eucY/international-mens-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)10 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YR2yuKG5z_eOkq__U_KLXTxvrGI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YR2yuKG5z_eOkq__U_KLXTxvrGI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YR2yuKG5z_eOkq__U_KLXTxvrGI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YR2yuKG5z_eOkq__U_KLXTxvrGI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/international-mens-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-3075760522036893806Sat, 14 Nov 2009 12:31:00 +00002009-11-14T07:15:00.065-08:00MusingsI loved her. I fought with her like crazy. I made her laugh till she had tears in her eyes. And I made her cry when she knew I lied about quitting smoking. I cared for her like my baby. I fought for what I thought my own "private space". I made love to her till we dropped dead, exhausted. I cheated on her when she was out of town. I forgot some of my promises. I kept the ones that mattered.And http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/Nc9TTamuwsI/i-am-sorry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)15 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jexBJwlISM3yfFhDZ_IPlNlIpa8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jexBJwlISM3yfFhDZ_IPlNlIpa8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jexBJwlISM3yfFhDZ_IPlNlIpa8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jexBJwlISM3yfFhDZ_IPlNlIpa8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-sorry.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-6168301572085816499Mon, 02 Nov 2009 18:44:00 +00002009-11-02T10:55:17.549-08:00MusingsPromising, committing, caring, cajolingI wonder, where is the part where I am loving? Waiting, contemplating, pondering, runningI wonder, where is the part where I am living?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/D5KwlY9aIho/i-wonder.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)12 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gKalFwR90q_JMBQO1WMqaHZN74U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gKalFwR90q_JMBQO1WMqaHZN74U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gKalFwR90q_JMBQO1WMqaHZN74U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gKalFwR90q_JMBQO1WMqaHZN74U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-3948728776124558215Fri, 30 Oct 2009 06:15:00 +00002009-10-30T02:00:45.852-07:00MusingsBack after a long long journey to my homeland BIHAR. Well, now my hometown is a part of the decade old state Jharkhand, but I still like to say, "I am from Bihar". Adds a sudden twist to the conversation and strikes fear in the heart of the other person.For the past 18 days, I have been travelling by train, bus, car, auto rickshaw, cycle rickshaw, motorbike, bicycle and on foot. Altogether I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/41hs33OmPvE/long-long-journey.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)12 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cGoqzLxYElUGv05bLoCOaFkH2jU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cGoqzLxYElUGv05bLoCOaFkH2jU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cGoqzLxYElUGv05bLoCOaFkH2jU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cGoqzLxYElUGv05bLoCOaFkH2jU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-long-journey.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-7167730736564155050Tue, 06 Oct 2009 08:21:00 +00002009-10-06T01:55:12.045-07:00Humorous ThoughtsToday I read an amusing mail. It described what is friendship all about in a very cool way.Check it out:Friendship is not about "I am sorry"; its about "abe saale galti teri thi"Friendship is not about "I am there for u"; its about "kahan marr gaya saale"Friendship is not about "I understand"; its about "sab teri wajah se hua manhoos"Friendship is not about "I care for you";http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/QjJn15e1J2o/what-is-friendship.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)21 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jzs2FukAaiSsDLuGUcMLHw3WAPk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jzs2FukAaiSsDLuGUcMLHw3WAPk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jzs2FukAaiSsDLuGUcMLHw3WAPk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jzs2FukAaiSsDLuGUcMLHw3WAPk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-friendship.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-6975369992332110819Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:34:00 +00002009-10-05T06:30:34.971-07:00Damn Cool!! I knew my day would come. People would know me and acknowledge my writing skills. Oh! I love my life!!Today when I saw this girl reading 'The Blogger' magazine with my snap on the front page, I couldn't believe my eyes. Please pardon the low clarity of the photo... it was taken on my mobile.Thanks a lot to all those who read my blog!!http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/J5DW7nWwzII/i-am-new-face-of-blogging-community.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)5 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hBTiHKq5NTqTRMQiZMqutENrsPc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hBTiHKq5NTqTRMQiZMqutENrsPc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hBTiHKq5NTqTRMQiZMqutENrsPc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hBTiHKq5NTqTRMQiZMqutENrsPc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-new-face-of-blogging-community.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-8906599181180254649Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:37:00 +00002009-10-05T07:31:32.718-07:00MusingsMohandas Karamchand Gandhi - one of the most enigmatic personalities in the history. A man with different shades when viewed at different angles. Well, he was human after all.Different people had different perceptions about Gandhi. I, on my part, have had different views about him at different stages of my life.When I was younger, I had loads of issues with Gandhi. Why did he not save Bhagat http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/glJSTzHmKVc/gandhi-minus-mahatma.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)8 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgrBG-LS6jco-J38LLG1hvBmu8w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgrBG-LS6jco-J38LLG1hvBmu8w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgrBG-LS6jco-J38LLG1hvBmu8w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KgrBG-LS6jco-J38LLG1hvBmu8w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/gandhi-minus-mahatma.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544969899725985039.post-73160857686258487Thu, 01 Oct 2009 13:18:00 +00002009-10-01T06:55:15.273-07:00Reviews - NovelsThe Secret is how to die... proclaims the first line of the book. But then, may be, Robert Langdon has forgotten how to die. He rises from the ashes again this September 15th and raises more questions than he answers.I once wrote about a book :The book is a very big promise broken down by the commercializing tendencies of the increasingly capitalistic world.I feel this is apt for Dan Brown's newhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionAndLife/~3/rw0h95FYOaQ/lost-symbol-big-apology.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Paritosh)11 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VnW-Yg6ulAfBiVLk3vxrh8H-ci0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VnW-Yg6ulAfBiVLk3vxrh8H-ci0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VnW-Yg6ulAfBiVLk3vxrh8H-ci0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VnW-Yg6ulAfBiVLk3vxrh8H-ci0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://fictionandlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-symbol-big-apology.html