tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61119342023-10-24T17:27:05.977+05:30100cc Bikes, big dreams, small means and just another ordinary lifeBluefreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12761208229141610144noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111934.post-1109913213198983732005-03-04T10:43:00.000+05:302005-03-04T10:43:33.196+05:30

Kutta - As Oba Calls it 

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Heeey!!!!! This will be my final post on this Blog..... There have been a lot of changes, In my life, the way i look at things, the way people look at me and the way i take on life. Good or Bad, I cannot say. Only time will tell. There will be more posts from me, but None on this. All those who have been linked here will be linked on the other blog too. It is a Brand New day, A Brand new

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I have been to Ocean's 12 (late Night show, saturday) These are my observations... I will be back to blogging soon. What could be the most appropriate way to name a sequel for an immensely popular movie called Ocean’s Eleven? Put in another person and call it Ocean’s 12. It doesnt matter what the other person does or doesnt do. And if the the other person happens to be some one as hot and as

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comtemplating on te full meaning of the statement: "Work like you don't need the money" I will be back soon. Assuredly yours, Teju

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Yeah.. The two parts being almost a fortnight apart will take a lot of steam off, but then, what has been started is better off finished. Okay.. now coming back to it... There are basically two types of people of who dont work here: Type I: There people are born old, laid back, and have no ambition in life whatsoever. They want to have tea at 11:00am everyday, They want tea at 12:00 Noon,

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Now that I have finally decided to quit, I thought I might as well rant about what my office is all about. One of the infinite problems with the office is that they are misers when it comes to pay. Either you have a good bargaining power, or you end up being paid 30% less than the average industry scales. If you bargain well, you will get paid at least 30% more than the industry standards. But

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... My Team project is in the concluding stages ... Orkut is getting extremely entertaining ... Life is getting a little more interesting ... Travel plans on the cards ... Job quitting on the Cards ... New job not on the cards ... Ringworld Engineers is in progress Consequently.. not much time and energies left to blog. Will be back soon.

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The past few days have again been a roller coater ride. One the Positive side, had a couple of amazing Orkut meets. Has insane fun. Had lots of food, had haleem, had ice creams had lots ofphotographs and photographs and had what not. I also finally managed a fully functional copy of the Latest release of MS Longhorn. Told half the planet about my experiences with it. Gloated. Felt Proud. I am

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The Long, cumbersome, and picture laden post has been deleted for both conveniece sake and aesthetic sake. If you want some dope on Longhorn, Contact Microsoft or for any specific features and all, ask me.. :P For a Copy of Longhorn Build 4074, do send me in a Blank DVD and a DVD Burner and a self addressed, stamped package. Love, Teju

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Monday and Tuesday have been my brooding period. It is these brooding periods that give me that extra push and the relatively large streak of madness, that most of the people associated with me think, I possess. After I came up with the idea of this enforced sabbatical, I have found that this, hibernation makes a lot of things very clear, and most times, it gives yourself sometime off from

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Patience. That is one virtue, I wish that every one in this world possesses, and that also happens to be one of the umpteen number of virtues I dont possess, and I frankly don't care. Irritated. That, I often get. I get irritated at my friends, at my parents, at my pets, at my friends pets (especially when they do not cuddle and lick). My irritation is usually very shortlived, but again, it

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NB: Boring Post Ahead.Yet another weekend has passed.I simply do not seem to get any time for anything productive. I sit at office and while away my time doing nothing other than thinking about getting out of this place and doing something on my own. and when I am out of office, I still do nothing Other than think about doing something on my own. It seems as if I am doing nothing other than

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The weekend had been a mixed bag.Had a ball on Saturday night, reached home at 1:00 in the morning, was online till 3:30 and dozed off - only to wake up to an empty home and a brooding mind at one in the afternoon.The rest of the afternoon and the evening passed off without event. But the mood refuses to change from the melancholic state it is in. 4 Mails from mycosmic cousin and the best writer

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The Horse Prances on… Thanks to my cousin, living so far away, in a place called Bremen in a country called Germany, I am now the proud owner of an authentic ferrari flag. Made By Fila, Bought in Indianapolis, transported Via Air India, driven home on a Caliber.. Everytime i go home, i will be now looking at 6.25 feet X 5.25 feet of pure ecstacy… Yeah... it is huge, it is red and it is

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Brothers in Arms, Girlfriends and everyone in between, I am a 23 year old, South Indian, Dusky Complexion, 175cms, reputable family - seeking help from people who have time, and knowledge of HTML to make changes to the template. Now dowry. (Neither given, nor accepted) Interested parties might contact through the comments or Tag board section.

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Part I Part II Read on... After 30 minutes of agonizing early dinner, we return to the object of our interest, of our desire... As we trudge along the garden path to the object, my friend suddenly receives a call from nature and is off into the bushes. After 45 seconds of yet another wait, he returns and we finally reach the dream in the shadows. Once again, with the piece of metal in hand,

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...Continued from Part I I look at the piece of metal with trepidation, fear and a vague sense of thrill combined with hope. My friend gives me a smile, and nods, with an expression that said, go ahead brother, do the honors. Still unsure, and not able to believe that I was actually doing this, I take a deep breath and steady my weak knees and muster enough stability, courage and strength to

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This happens to be my 100th Post, and today Happens to be my 500th day with Mozilla FireFox, FireBird or whatever it might have been called earlier and whatever it might be called later. (That is the reason why, I actually logged in to blogger and am posting this, instead of the usual email stuff) I would also wish to Bring to notice that what ever has been written in Part I (the previous post)

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All of a sudden, my memories take me back to the time where the world was blazing past and everything seemed to be a blur… The scenery rushes past, the lights draw curving lines all around me, the wind whizzes past at break neck speed. The world seemed to be standing still and yet turning fast. The earth trembled, the heart pumped faster. The blood rushed to the head. I experienced euphoria like

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a dish which is best, served cold. And I am about to gift someone a triple Sundae, chilled with liquid nitrogen. But, the wait, is unbearable.

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How do you know that it is true love that you have found, when you think you have found it?

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Dear You, As the haze lifted from my weary eyes, as a new week dawned, I realised that some of the blogs that i thought would make you go hmmm.. went missing from where they are supposed be. Please accept my apologies for this henious crime. As it stands, time is one thing which still against me, so the mistake will be corrected the moment time swtiches sides. Until then, you have every right

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My friend Hemanth asked me to take a look at a page which he found interesting. I must say that it was amazing. The text has been reproduced below. Ode to the Nice Guys This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what

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After a lot of trying and searching, I am back to normal - I am living, that is Whether the situation will progress from here or whether it will degenerate, but as of now, I finally find time to breathe look around and waste some time The whole problem with the world is that, thing; everywhere get boring after a short while - When god or nature or whoever created a world, they somehow managed

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"Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two seperate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation, a desire that extends to an infinite number of women, but in the desire for shared sleep, a desire limited to one woman."Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera

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