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A Manly Lament Backed by Science.  Gentlemen, gather 'round the digital campfire for a tale of woe. It's a story as old as time, or at least as old as the invention of the man bun. The world, my friends, has gone soft. And no, I'm not talking about those plush bathrobes you've been sporting since the pandemic. Remember the good old days? When men were men, and shaved with a single blade

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With Glowing Guitars and blazing ballads, You sold&nbsp; my solitude and Defined my desires. With Dreaming&nbsp; dholaks and Celestial Chimes,Transmuted torment to harmonious healing hopes, As an impassioned iota of you washed over me. There you stood , took me flying,Then you smiled , painted my living.In Stolen Glances, Blinding bliss,Found my reasons and found my faith. In&nbsp; godly groves,

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&nbsp;Sky then grim , Clouds blood red,Seasons brooding, my life reflecting,Senses bleeding, Feelings bitter,But now,Birds sail the clouds over painted sky,Sensing only the sweet over a life blooming, Only a fading throb lost in memories. Swimming in a hidden lake&nbsp; of secret desires,Warming my blood , now meltinh a miracle,Careful!, Cooking paradise in a spoon,To smile beyond belief,For a

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&nbsp;Old Poem, I asked AI to critique it. AI thinks I was a genius back in the day.-- I,scary puppy,fading ugly,burnt sorry,bord evil,Silent soul,raging tears,dirty poem,buried fears.Ifaked a life,found no love,scorched all peace,stole my hopes, &nbsp;made no home, lost no sorrow.Isugar lipped satan,blinded desert snake,red blooded maggot,faithful old poison, the sorry plague.I dancing in the

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Smile!!Your&nbsp; Smile! I got lost for a while,Beautiful along the Nile,Got my heart hostile,Stranded on a Isle,Dreaming the miracle mile,Just smile,In that pretty style,Maybe a little beguile.Just smile,&nbsp;and get me lost for that while.SMILE!!!

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&nbsp;A Virtual Reality Postulate on the Perception of PigmentationOnce upon a time, in a world not so different from our own, beauty was a concept as fluid as the ink on ancient papyrus. The gods and goddesses of yore were often depicted with dark, luscious skin, reminiscent of stormy skies and midnight feasts. Take, for instance, the Greek god Zeus, who was often described as "dark-skinned"

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That dreamy absence you nourish, Drumming life on haunted Thunder clouds, Defying their spite and hued anguish, Dreaming enchanted vistas under shrouds. Now you crave the midnight's bloom, For you lust for mesmerized mornings, Now you long for lies bright abloom, For you desire my compromised yearnings. You can hum songs that bewitch my dreams, You can paint dreams that seduce my hopes,

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"For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination. " - Stephen Hawking , Featured in the Pink Floyd Album " The Division bell" ( Not their Last album!!!!!!) It all started when our early ancestors on the evolutionary time line, turned their heads up,supported by their cool new versatile necks, looked

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Life, Smeared among sooty skies, Falling, fading, failing to kiss the earth, Burnt and boiled in the blinding sun. Life, Seeking shade in sad shadows, Lost, lifeless, lured into a leprous lullaby, Hurt and hopes hushed into harsh hell. Life, Rising, Rolling, over wounds and worship, Bearing, Braving, My dearest and darkness,

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Common... What happen to the ace graphic artists or the cool cartoonists.. How come no one ever thought to remix TDKR images with Maveli/Mahabali. Him rising out of the pits of Pathala and growling “HrrHaaappyyyy OOOOrrrNAM!!!!!” Anyway most of you well-informed readers( i.e. the 3 or 4 who visits this blog) know the Story of Onam and the legend of Mavelli. But since we Indians love

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During an late night insomnia fuelled talk with a friend, who recently migrated to L.A., he accused yours truly of being immature, and the poster child of the "Peter Pan Generation". Since he moved to L.A. he has been&nbsp;afflicted&nbsp;by need to act like he just saved the world from a meteor with Aerosmith screaming a ballad in the background, and have spent a lot of time on Wikipedia.

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Terror Attack Response Handbook – Indian Edition News media exploitation. Interview bystanders who wants their minute of fame and provide a torrent of unreliable news coverage, complimented with dull, shaky, grainy amateur mobile phone videos and images Create a scenario of dreary chaos and drama, play suitable background music.Increase ratings. Politicians Reactions. A useful

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What is a grain of sand to your eyes. A bit of nothing, that hardly brushed the sole of your soft feet as you watched the sun pull down a majestic curtain of colors, wonders and emotions. A grain, born out of the same&nbsp;&nbsp; elemental wonder, with which divine intervention conjured up another bipedal creature of beauty, whose evolved eyes can perceive billions of visual components that smelt

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[A very old one, (repost due to popular demand ;) )]&nbsp;&nbsp; Searching for destiny, fate I did find, Teasing a brooding memory lane, In the darkest streets of my mind, Wet and lonely, my life’s bane. Bedouin I am, in the sands of life, Days’ malice and pain always rife, Bedouin I am, in the sands of life. Have shed now the wool and fainting smile, Stripped hopes away and primed for the

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All my life, she dreams, Of lost rhymes in the blue black yonder, Humming, strumming on sun beams! From a cloud's shore, she plants jewels All across my ball of wonder! Of my existence, untaught, But of my silence, she sings, Never was it she I sought! In lost dreams, on fantasy's wings, All across my ball of wonder! Stretching this ball of wonder, Her twinkling smile, dotting

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They said I would be free, the social hierarchy build around me was to protect me. They said I would be happy, building away ambitiously on the wall that would be my shelter, a cocoon. They said fear not, embrace the little space in this cocoon, I weaved with all the strands of paths they gave me – the education they imparted, the values they instilled, the glories they sung about- I built a

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“In Cambodia local people eat every animal including endangered species in a belief that all the powers of the animals they eat with be theirs -how ridiculous is that ?” A friend on facebook posted this on this wall. A short but interesting discussion followed. Obviously the facebook wall ain't a proper setting for debates with similar tones with broader scope. But it did get me to write

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Stoned! Lots of people asks what does it feel like to be stoned. How do we know that you are really stoned. Everyone has read the effects and don't really understand So I took it upon myself and combed the Internet to find out( of course, how else?). Here are few of the situations to decide you ares Stoned. It takes about fifteen minutes to open the candy wrapper. You finally decide to tear the

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The Shawshank Redemption, Prison Break and various other prison related stories have taught us how a prison functions. They have bells and time sheets and toughened evil guards with a greedy nose for more wealth and an uncanny taste for abusing power. In the confines of the now familiar prison, we have hierarchies of gangs which construct a certain order among the inmates. These movies have also

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The stench of civilization fills my tender nostrils. The dark filth sedimenting over a thousand sins cajole my dark tiny body, trying to putrefy its way into my soul. The sea had disowned this river ages ago, on the bubbling boiling froth that eroded through humanities' morality I lay awake and crying. I am born. Tall vistas of arrogance and depravity burn my eyes, my feet shreds and burns

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<!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> "The Immortals of Meluha" Review and related grumbling. Awesome Cover!!!! Look at the picture! It’s the cover of a book my brother got me, “The Immortals of Meluha” by Amish. That’s one of the coolest book covers I have seen. Then I read the description on its back. WOW! Shiva (Big time Hindu god) portrayed as a

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Five hundred and fifty million years ago, a time beyond the reach of human imagination, life decided to boom on our planet. It was warmer. The glaciers,that covered the earth had melted, 'Pannotia', the super continent was breaking up. The land masses were being flooded with warm shallow seas, there was a drastic change in diversity and in the composition of the earth's biosphere, life exploded

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