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They call it the better half, they call it the significant half. I have a problem with it. I'm not a half, neither is it. "It" - because, it can be a she or a he. I don't want to offend anyone. Now, if it is also offensive, then it better not be. I haven't lived with anyone ever, but since the unforeseen catastrophe of colliding planets, I have been asked to live with my other one. The other

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Since the last time I wrote, there have been significant changes in my life. Like I have started preferring any font other than blogger default, I have acquired significant taste in UI design which was making me hate how this blog looked so I changed it, and also, I got married. Anyway, my rant today will have nothing to do with any of those topics (Boy! Am I loving this font!) I am breaking my

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So I thought I could run. I mean not run away from all the work that I have. I can do that. I'm doing it right now. But I actually thought I could run. So when there was a 5k marathon, and people all around the place were registering for it, I thought why not? I started practicing three months early, I downloaded Runkeeper,  I strolled on the treadmill, I frolicked in Lalbagh. I

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I shudder at the thought of having to type a few words these days. The high point of this whole quarter's writing has been an official mail I composed late yesterday night. That is when I realized my writing has gone from manageable to garbage-disposable. In a paragraph of six sentences, I must have used the word 'Just' just sixteen times which was okay until I realised that I used 'Basically'

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Once on a bright, sunny, jobless afternoon in  my erstwhile place of vocation, a young boy filled with posthumous enthusiasm told me something that I'll never forget. With a look of betrayal in his eyes and defeat in his voice, he told me, "You know? When I attended this job interview in Delhi, They told me the office was located in Whitefield, Bangalore. Suddenly, this song started playing

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I'm totally totally dazed. Its three in the afternoon and all I can do is stare at the screen expecting it to explode anytime. If that happens, I'll call it the most eventful workday in almost 290 days now. Don't ask me what I did 290 days ago, I'm pretty sure I was sitting in front of another computer screen waiting for it to turn into a genie or something. It amazes me how I can do this every

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Last year was for experimentation. What did I experiment with? That's so last year. I forgot. Well, this year, I'm thinking I'll keep it for working on my behavior and changing my life according to the whims of our politicians' kin, near and far. I have been hearing a lot of sensible advice coming in from stalwarts like the President's son himself, I think I need to pay some heed. I mean, after

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So people have raved and ranted about Jab tak hai Jaan. They watched, some laughed, some cried, some laughed hysterically at their own plight while some cried hard in despair. And I was the one who sat between them and was trying to teleport the hour hand on my watch. Can you blame me? I was sitting in the second row and looking at Shahrukh Khan's god-knows-when-you-last-brushed-me teeth staring

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I haven't been writing this blog for a long time now. Whenever I start to write, I feel like I have lost my mojo. But of late, I have started thinking that I never had any to begin with, so why fear? As I sit amidst intolerable high pitched cracker sounds, I cannot help but write about our favorite pastime in this festive season. You guessed it right, watching TV. Not crackers. Whenever a

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The lift is a weird place. You stay there not longer than, say 3 minutes, i.e if either the building has a lot of floors, or the lift is broken. Usually, its because of both. Anyway, it comes in between conversations. You are talking in the lobby, in the middle of the most animated conversation ever. You are telling your friend about the insanest thing you ever heard. You just finished

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Its been a long time. I need to make fun of somebody or something just to make me feel better. Its not that big a problem. I just watched Raaz 3 recently and Boy! Wasn't it scary!. For Bollywood's future. If Hindi cinema goes the same way, soon A grade movies will be B grade, C grade will be D grade and let me go ahead and recite the alphabet for you. I have never watched a horror movie in my

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It all started with an inception. The idea was simple. A vacation, My mother and me. Seemed uncomplicated, didn't overplan, went to the same place we always go. My aunt's house, in Hassan, the great Devegowda's home turf. Everything seemed simple, we packed our bags, hurtled into a Volvo, just in the nick of time. It all seemed so perfect. Even the three hours of watching an intolerable

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Do not watch this movie. Period. I implore you, I plead you, I warn you. Hell, I beg you in the name of humanity. Okay, if you say your brain is slowly degenerating due to which you'll ignore my warning and still you want to watch it, Please read this tragic story before you go ahead. If you are planning to laugh your guts out while watching Bol Bachchan, please carry a good joke book, or

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Recently I made a new penpal in America. I know some of you don't even know what penpals mean, but I guess you have google to explain. Here's a copy of the first letter I posted. Dear Holly Wood, I hope you are doing well. I know you have been awfully busy trying to come up with all sorts of movies, and I understood from your last letter that you are feeling extraordinarily stressed out with

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Needless to say, I come from a crazy family. An ultra-paranoid Dad, a comically funny mom, and an eternally disinterested brother. I'm sure most families are crazy, even though we are taught from time immemorial to look at and love our families more seriously and solemnly than Manmohan singh's unchanging expression. But lets face it, everyone is crazy in his or her own way, and hence a family,

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An average Bangalorean is a photographer, a writer, a filmmaker, a UPSC aspirant, a guitarist, a marathon runner, a chef extraordinaire. An average Bangalorean is also a software engineer. An average Bangalorean is a Tamilian, a Telguite, a Bengali, a Bihari, or Assamese. Hell, he may actually be from Bangalore. He is not a stickler for his culture. He doesn't know his culture. He isn't

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Every time an old song plays on TV, my Dad will be ready with the same monologue that has been echoing in my house since time immemorial. He starts off with, "What a great song! Those days..." and he closes his eyes as though he's going into a state of semi-enlightenment and continues,"Those were the days, golden days..I watched this movie in Shivaji theatre. It was so moving, so good. See

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Along with your mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, brother, brother's friend, neighbour, neighbour's dog, and the nightwatchman, guess who else has joined the menacing matrimonial advice bandwagon (MMAB, pronounciation: Imagine how Laloo Prasad says mob, Maaaaaaab), it is your chief minister. Are you asking "Whaaaat the f"? Rolling your eyes while yawning? If so, go and read today's newspaper.

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I'm thinking of making a TV serial.  Will that work? I'm pretty sure that most of you are mind fucked by all the shit that goes on in those serials, so maybe you wouldn't even want to watch mine. But believe me, I have grabbed hold of this amazing script, I'm telling you it'll blow your lungis off. You'll come running back to read what happened next. This is by far, the most amazing thing

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For all those fortunate souls who don't know Kaamu, she is my imaginary pet. Yes, you read that right. This information is enough for you to continue reading this scam of a post. However, if you still want to know about the cat-extraordinaire, go ahead and read these: Of Therapists and Kamakshi, the cat The cat and the bollywood bedtime story All about cat poop and other catty crap So

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Principles. They are sad, scary things. The human mind is programmed in a such a way that it appalls a fellow's principles. For example: Tell your friend that "as a principle", you do not eat at KFC because of all that chicken cruelty and whatever going on, I will bet a hundred bucks that he's gonna lecture you shit for another twenty minutes that you are eating a dead chicken,

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I kept thinking this past week, what do I write about? I didn't want to write my usual stuff, interconnecting nonsense which ends up making no sense at all. So I thought, what is the one thing which I have experienced enough to write a whole post about. It took me a lot of effort, thinking about one thing. Wait, do you know why I jump from one topic to another so fast that you start thinking

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So I stayed away from the internet for some three days now thinking that I'll get enlightened if I stayed away from vices. You may wonder what I do at work without internet. Before you go and do a "Readers dont digest" column on my blog, let me tell you firstly, it is possible for me to spend atleast 9 hrs without internet. Yes, it is. Come, I'll prove it to you and secondly, for me internet

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The first time I heard the word "facial" was in 8th standard. It was my cousin's wedding and all of us had gone to Hassan, a town near Bangalore. I can tell you the exact distance if you want, but unfortunately this post is neither about that, nor am I interested. Anyway, it was my cousin's wedding and he (yes, he) was forced by all the aunty-party that had gathered, to get a facial so that

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When enlightened Managers used to speak about the phenomenon "Paradigm Shift" in every meeting that happened in every nook and corner of the office, and at the drop of every tag (you see, no hats allowed in office), I used to wonder what the hell were they gassing about. But now suddenly its all very clear to me. You see, the most complex theories in life are understood by applying them to our

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