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I didn’t win



My post for the Indiblogger contest did not find a spot among the winners :( 

Give me two extra hours in a day and I’ll stretch it to eternity



Am I disappointed? Of course I am. Very. I
really thought I’d be somewhere on the winner’s list. I read a few other posts.
They were good too. However, I thought my post was better than many. But, it’s
my opinion. And obviously, I’m 
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There is so much
jabber about going green. So much chatter about global warming. Nonstop babble
about reducing carbon footprint. Phew! It’s exhausting to even listen to or
read another article urging people to Go Green!



I’d like to
contribute. I really would. But sometimes, I indulge. I love showers, so once
in a way or well, maybe more than occasionally, I shower or take a bath in a
tub. 
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Some people are never happy. I think they
thrive on being unhappy. They lament, “Oh. My life is so terrible. You don’t
know how it is!” If it isn’t this complaint, then its, “I don’t know why such
things happen to me?” 

It’s really sad that most people aren’t
willing to take ownership of their lives. I see many who constantly blame others
for their predicaments. One of the most profound 
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There are so many things I want to
do...Gosh! The list seems endless. I recently put up a post for the competition
Surf Excel Matic #GetSmart Contest  titled ‘Give
me two extra hours in a day and I’ll stretch it to eternity’ where I
stumbled on the idea of a Bucket List.



One of the things on top of my list among
the others is to finish writing a book. Publishing it isn't as important as 
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Until I went to the salon the other day, I never thought twice about ears. Our creator is truly amazing. Our ear is designed in such a way that water doesn't go in when we shower / bathe.

Such a simple thing, really!
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If only I had two extra hours in a day...Sigh!





I have a wish list like everyone else. With
the extra time on my hands, the first thing I’d do is make a Bucket List and
then get down to doing all those things. This is my first thought. For those
ignorant with this term that became a mantra when the movie The Bucket List hit
the cinema screens in 2007, a Bucket List is a wish list of 
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I write all day long, professionally, for a company – whitepapers, articles, messages, newsletter... And I moonlight as a ghost writer. So, when do I make time to do some writing that’s just for me???Here I am – again – after 3 months. Am I one of those bloggers who doesn’t really blog?

The good news is that working in this current role / company gives me a 
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Almost two years ago I quit working at Technicolor, Bangalore to explore opportunities as a freelance writer. The years away from the maddening world of corporate politics were good. Initially, I revelled in freelance work, working hard to bag projects, even dreamed about starting my own venture. As the months passed by, I felt emptiness set in. Although I had a few good projects, income was not
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I grew up being called dark. Growing up in a country obsessed with skin colour, it took me years to realise that wheatish complexion is not really dark, and who cares about skin colour anyway. I have friends and family who recall horror days of being labelled ‘fat’. Even freakishly thin people are traumatised by their nicknames such as ‘beanstalk’, ‘scarecrow’ or ‘skinny’.
So often, we are asked
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Do your gadgets reflect your personality in any way? This is the question thrown up in the contest by Dell—Change is easy—on IndiBlogger – so click here to know more about the contest.
I own a Nokia smart phone—the 5320. I believe I bought it because it reflects who I am. It is odd to think that the gadgets you own are a reflection of who you are, yet it is easy to believe that your friends 
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Should there be a universal law that claims ‘an eye for an eye’?
For those etymologically handicapped, the phrase is derived from ‘ayin tachat ayin’, literally 'an eye in place of an eye'. It stems from the Code of Hammurabi, a King of Babylon, 1792-1750BC. It is listed in the King James version of the Bible, Matthew 5:38 (King James Version): Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an 
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Don’t you want to rip all those ugly posters of politicians all around the city of Bangalore? It makes my blood boil to see those horrid faces plastered all over, ruining the vicinity. Bangalore is no longer the beautiful city it once was. It is true that most Bangaloreans take for granted the greenery around. In fact, we hardly even notice it owing to the rather pathetic state of our civic 
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If you tell me not to do it, I will. This is defiance. Something that is inherent in us as human beings. It is like a dare, “Catch Me If You Can!” If someone wants to do something, he/she will. Prohibiting it is merely a stimulant. Why do men chase women? They love the chase.
Prohibiting drugs works like a smoke screen. Drug use is mostly recreational before it becomes an addiction. There are 
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It is really frustrating to have a child, any child, walk into your home, and go around touching things. Don’t get me wrong. I love children. It’s just that it really gets my goat when I see parents neglect to watch their children’s behavior. 
I can quote a number of examples of careless disregard. Shoes on the sofa. Sitting at the dining table along with adults and dipping dirty little fingers 
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Looks like I attempt to begin blogging again every 6 months. That’s ridiculous but true. My last post (minus the previous one) was in October 2010. I write for others yet deprive myself of penning my own thoughts. I read, I think, I analyse, but writing unfortunately has been relegated to the back seat. 
The corporate bandwagon beckons. Working as a freelancer has its challenges. Getting good 
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Beauty has many metaphors, definitions and interpretations. While many consider the epitome of beauty as what lies within, others consider external appearance its embodiment. Men and women world over identify with beauty, whether it is in their skin, hair, heart, mind, body or soul.
I personally consider real beauty the essence of the physical form integrated with the intricacies of the spirit,
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As we evolve as humans, it is hard to figure out if evolution and progress are interconnected or unconnected. In the days of yore, people retained everything in memory. Today, we are dependent on technology to jog our memory. Phone numbers, birthdays, grocery lists, genealogy, and a host of other important events are relegated to the memory of gadgets like smart phones. In this context, is a 
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Fire engines landing up to douse out a fire in building without ladders and without water.
Cycles, motorbikes, cars, buses, autos, people, and cows/buffalos all trying to navigate the same road.
Service counter personnel more interested in their cellphone conversation than attending to a customer.
The so-called educated, 
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This is the new generation. Sadly, I must admit that nobody follows decorum like in the past. Gone are the days when there were gentlemen and ladies. Nobody offers way for an older person or even has the courtesy to smile and say ‘Thank you’. It’s sad but true; in this fast-paced global world, etiquette and manners have long since taken a backseat, content to ride 
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My fury rages as I imagine descending on him and wringing 
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This post is for the April 2010 - Youngistaan Ka WOW! Contest.

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