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For Want Of A Better World: February 2011
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For Want Of A Better World. Musings upon urban existence. Thursday, February 24, 2011. The moment you wake up in the morning; that stretch where you cannot open your eyes fully or feel your conspiring arms trying to lift you up, is probably the most lucid instant of the entire day. Those two seconds where no one can begin to contemplate anything other than two inches of sunlight in their eyes make every morning a new day. 1 My, you look happy today! 1 Let’s go out for pizza! 2 Where the hell is my dinner?
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For Want Of A Better World: Hypocrite
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For Want Of A Better World. Musings upon urban existence. Saturday, July 11, 2015. Don't act like you don't know me. I'm that man from the backalleys of your brain. Yes, that very same guy! The decrepit being who goes through the vicissitudes of life thinking a longer and more convoluted word, wrapped in a compound sentence filled with reactionary double-entendres is the only way to say it right. Posted by Prashant Nagpal. At 7/11/2015 01:18:00 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How khoo is this?
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Senti\m/etchul: July 2008
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Day to day accounts and attempts at making sense of life. Monday, July 21, 2008. Of stereotypical retarded pretentious wannabe urban Indian youth. Do you abhor the average urban young Indian who can't stop showing off his knowledge about the latest cell phones? Do you find superficial taste in music and movies cultivated by peer pressure nauseating? Do you detest people who try to portray themselves as somebody they are not (and fail miserably at that)? I happened to have the misfortune of speaking to Mr...
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More than words: Hmmm.. * pffffft *
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Dum Dee Dum Dum :) : :. Thursday, November 13, 2008. Hmmm * pffffft *. After a long long long long long long long long long long long time.here's an extremely RANDOM post. Why dont we feel content about anything? Why do we want more from everything? Be it a Pizza or a Friendship. Why do we want what we can't have? How many such things are there that you want? Don't you just hate the feeling of getting back to shit loads of work piled up after you have had an insane amount of fun. Do you have both? Option...
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Senti\m/etchul: Resurrection time - Mood Indigo & Ensiferum
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Day to day accounts and attempts at making sense of life. Monday, December 22, 2008. Resurrection time - Mood Indigo and Ensiferum. The customary back-at-home-enjoying-good-net-speed post. Good internet feels awesome. You can check mail, write blog posts and.err. do a lot more. Yes, I got back home today, a little late, courtesy Mood Indigo at IIT Bombay, which featured a performance by finnish m/etchul legends Ensiferum. Kudos to IITB for getting them down here. Leading to the end of the show, inspite o...
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Senti\m/etchul: December 2008
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Day to day accounts and attempts at making sense of life. Monday, December 22, 2008. Resurrection time - Mood Indigo and Ensiferum. The customary back-at-home-enjoying-good-net-speed post. Good internet feels awesome. You can check mail, write blog posts and.err. do a lot more. Yes, I got back home today, a little late, courtesy Mood Indigo at IIT Bombay, which featured a performance by finnish m/etchul legends Ensiferum. Kudos to IITB for getting them down here. Leading to the end of the show, inspite o...
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For Want Of A Better World: August 2012
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For Want Of A Better World. Musings upon urban existence. Thursday, August 30, 2012. It could be the first sign of the morning,. It could be the brightest ray at noon,. Could even be the blackest spot of night,. But whenever it may start,. There's no telling when the storm will end. It may be a gale, cold and swift,. It may be the sun; quiet, complete,. It may be the clouds, humbled and effete,. Nature may cull it as it may,. There's no telling when the storm will end. Carry an umbrella, if you must go,.
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For Want Of A Better World: September 2012
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For Want Of A Better World. Musings upon urban existence. Saturday, September 1, 2012. There are days when a melody flies up out of nowhere and nestles itself safely somewhere in the confines of your ears. Once there, the tenacious little munchkin refuses to settle down, and pretty much dictates the mood and tempo of the rest of your day. Posted by Prashant Nagpal. At 9/01/2012 02:43:00 AM. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine. View my complete profile.
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For Want Of A Better World: September 2010
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For Want Of A Better World. Musings upon urban existence. Wednesday, September 29, 2010. I feel ashamed today. Ashamed, helpless, and livid at my city, my country, the entire class of human beings claiming to be from my gender, but most importantly, at the alleged leaders. Of my city, country, commune who so much as dare to look at today and the horizon and tell me to my face that things are GOOD. Or even, in fact, the decadent, sick or perverted gender? 8220;Did you know that two thousand years ago a Ro...
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For Want Of A Better World: June 2013
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For Want Of A Better World. Musings upon urban existence. Tuesday, June 25, 2013. I wish I could write like Stephen Fry. To lovingly, liltingly flow through words, a caress here, the most delicate of touches there, and paint verbal pictures that make even the most cloacal of matters look like meadows lit by the dew on a crisp halcyon morning. I wish I could write all of this in blank verse. Write it as I read it in my head, and think of myself as Ginsberg, if only to yelp for a moment. To not wor...At 6/...
