Quarter Down

I have never been one who shies from age. To me, age has always implied character, experience, respect. I always wanted to grow older; to be more knowledgeable about the world and everything therein and be respected for it. I, therefore, do not lament at getting older as some people do. At the same time, [...]

Zeitgeist

A quiet dark night and a dark mind,
Filling the space around does he find.
Toss and turn and try to contemplate,
Of hell and heaven at an hour too late.
The twain are deceptive, metamorphose,
As does he, and the thought, his prose.
The written or the writer, whichever he may be,
‘Is the night dark or is it just me?’

Twenty Five

Peer pressure, peer pressure. Sigh.
You’ve gotta realize though that joy lies in the discovery and not in the obvious statement of facts, but here goes, for all you lazy ones:

I was born on the 27th of September 1984 in a (then) small town in India called Indore, as the elder son of a bourgeois family.
I [...]

New Pics on Flickr

Internet Schooling

It’s not far, we all know it.My brother has been pestering me for the last two weeks to go over a project report of his and when I finally did today; it turned out the entire project was made from one single source : Wikipedia. Together with Google, they are this generation’s official information source. [...]

Baboons

That’s my problem. Once I have a significant window of exposure, My opinion about most people is generally no different from that I would have on a Baboon.

TLV

Pics by the dozen on my Flickr Photoblog. Keep checking for updates.

Idiot Proof

Ahem… I need to take my words back. Apparently the technology behind WordPress is pretty neat, but it ain’t Idiot proof… Ergo the issues I was having in getting my Blogger Posts imported, nevertheless, it’s all sorted out now.

Angel

It’s funny how similar the pattern of love is to insanity remarks the Merovingian. I agree; Yet I concur faith in that insanity.
That moment in which one understands what Marvin means when he says “She smells like angels ought to smell.” Or when you can smell her hair and understand what Poets have been writing [...]

Monetarious Maximus

I always try to tell myself that making money is a thing simple enough. Every time I look at people around me, the feeling only gets reinforced. The only trouble is the standards I’ve set for myself – to be paid for enjoying what I do, doing what I love doing and doing it magnificiently [...]