tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127353412024-03-23T23:39:28.435+05:30PostScriptAlways an afterthought, never a plan.Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comBlogger687125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-60061026993198201492010-08-11T00:14:00.004+05:302010-08-11T00:19:44.354+05:30There is something in me so deeply flawed that it allows me not to take a lesson which should by now be etched within my veins.Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-86045118952337039402009-05-25T19:40:00.000+05:302009-05-25T19:48:59.834+05:30<p><span style="font-size:130%;">Worried about bitch? Beware of dog.</span><br /></p><p></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-49905058723563041152009-04-22T12:52:00.002+05:302009-04-22T12:54:55.269+05:30<p><span style="font-style: italic;">We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed because I will be your witness'.</span><br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: right;">Beverly Clark, <span style="font-style: italic;">Shall We Dance</span>, 2004<br /></div><p></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-41509324918875982552009-04-11T19:56:00.003+05:302009-04-11T20:10:15.674+05:30<p>As always when she saw Roddy, Elinor was conscious of a slightly giddy feeling, a throb of sudden pleasure, a feeling that it was incumbent for her to be very matter-of-fact and unemotional. Because it was so very obvious that Roddy, although he loved her, didn't feel about her the way she felt about him. The first sight of him did something to her, twisted her heart round so that it almost hurt. Absurd that a man - an ordinary, yes, a perfectly ordinary young man - should be able to do that to one! That the mere look of him should set the world spinning, that his voice should make you want - just a little - to cry . . . Love surely should be a pleasurable emotion - not something that hurt you by its intensity . . .<br />One thing was clear: one must be very, very careful to be off-hand and casual about it all. Men didn't like devotion and adoration. Certainly Roddy didn't.<br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: right;">Agatha Christie, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sad Cypress</span>, Collins, UK, 1940<br /></div><p></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-86542637047749537082008-12-20T22:46:00.001+05:302009-04-11T20:11:12.809+05:30New title, new template<p>Come, see.</p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-41917270813703861122008-11-25T20:29:00.004+05:302008-11-25T20:47:56.634+05:30So single<p>Girl gets home from work, fixes herself a drink and a snack, surfs the internets, reads a book.<br /><br />I'm not lamenting the absence of firm couplehood. Just wryly observing my transformation into a 'single in the city' cliche. <br /><br />Heh.Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-52545788330925759902008-11-10T10:52:00.002+05:302008-11-10T10:57:57.624+05:30The Weekend of the Hysterics<p>Is thankfully over. And hopefully not to be repeated anytime in the near future.</p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-51383655939605567932008-11-09T19:44:00.001+05:302008-11-09T19:47:23.431+05:30For the first time ever I'm temptedTeleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-31834068280121464872008-09-17T10:35:00.002+05:302008-09-17T11:29:36.129+05:30<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I've been having these horrible insecure dreams of late. I wake up feeling sad and unsure, and spend the rest of the day feeling hesitant.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I think I'm becoming paranoid about intruding. And scared of being left out. It's... difficult.<br /></span></span>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-81843104847699170902008-08-01T22:37:00.003+05:302008-08-01T22:48:07.631+05:30Stupid<p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Weekend. Exciting.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUSCXhw2orG11OLCSV8yfOjuczJtWXyu8kyiYU1KdUgfyhc-t4gIMvHOe9xcXAMvesT4VV6ujbXfqP20mC8nzN2w9e1NKlxM_i295LR_FALssbZDukpgbn2IAF8mL8hTnxjv2/s1600-h/IMG000018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUSCXhw2orG11OLCSV8yfOjuczJtWXyu8kyiYU1KdUgfyhc-t4gIMvHOe9xcXAMvesT4VV6ujbXfqP20mC8nzN2w9e1NKlxM_i295LR_FALssbZDukpgbn2IAF8mL8hTnxjv2/s200/IMG000018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229599231544599698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />The world isn't an attractive place tonight.</span>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-81442930392663214262008-06-07T03:01:00.000+05:302008-07-06T15:09:31.370+05:30Sunday<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Achingly, intensely lonely.</span></span><br /></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-53936387697830657282008-04-24T12:29:00.000+05:302008-04-24T01:32:30.276+05:30Crash<p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >It has finally sunk in. And I can't stop crying.</span></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-88715165733536691032008-04-10T00:15:00.000+05:302008-04-10T00:18:17.548+05:30fuck it.Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-69965529054487667432008-04-04T09:16:00.000+05:302008-04-03T20:47:22.079+05:30Ah Orkut, how you never fail to charm and delight<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />sodd off! who do u thik u are anyways ... junkie!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mia:</span><br />But of course.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />yea wateva! Y do u so hate ppl appreciating a pic?? unless they'r sleavy..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mia:</span><br />Oh you misunderstand me. I don't hate at all. I am merely offended by the absence of grammar and orthography.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />oh is tht so?? thts kinda cute. I get it. Probably u can advise 'em to go peek into an english dictionary n then scrap you with appropriate grammar n sentence structure ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />by the way, am sorry for bein a lil obnoxious! guess it was rude of me to scrap stuff to someone i dnt evn knw :(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mia:</span><br />I'm not really that interested in their grammatical well-being. I just wish keenly to be spared the trouble of being visited by their comments.<br /><br />And please, don't feel compelled to apologise. You are entitled to your opinions. Ideally not on <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> scrapbook, but then again, this world is far from ideal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />Of course,i completely understand but correctly pointed, it's a world of free people ... right to expression but should retaliate if it hurts you. Dnt bother..I wasn't on a guillotine to apologize ... it was my choice!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />do read novels or short stories..wht kinda books do u read?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sushanta:</span><br />Oops! ... tons of grammar errors, perhaps u can underline n chk 'em! no pun intended ...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mia:</span><br />Charming though your interest is, I am afraid I find myself quite unable to further our acquaintance at this moment. Wish you an enlightened life.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... and 'Ignore User'. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm starting a movement. The Cult of Icy Set-downs, anyone?</span></span><br /></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-8830698634528888282008-03-30T14:54:00.000+05:302008-03-30T14:55:15.466+05:30sigh.Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-4023015576937585812008-03-08T16:44:00.000+05:302008-03-08T03:14:52.846+05:30<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My cousin was date raped. I am upset.</span></span>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-75179845423399121532008-03-07T10:48:00.000+05:302008-03-06T21:19:27.761+05:30The four stages of neediness<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-veTPu_pZzsxlDtvJ_M-mqs-NzbfOz0SCkld-4OQ8py2OxEEeFop01nnACmLe3eddqWlDdpM1bPExJkAjQ5FRGkieUBjvvWp3JzMWoB81lqNpWkmO4NX5J2CZEkQ7ok-Y3XMq/s1600-h/funny-pictures-bunny-wants-hug.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-veTPu_pZzsxlDtvJ_M-mqs-NzbfOz0SCkld-4OQ8py2OxEEeFop01nnACmLe3eddqWlDdpM1bPExJkAjQ5FRGkieUBjvvWp3JzMWoB81lqNpWkmO4NX5J2CZEkQ7ok-Y3XMq/s400/funny-pictures-bunny-wants-hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174655419021982834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From <a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/06/funny-pictures-hi-hug-me-hug-me/">here</a>. Link through the gorgeous and lovely <a href="http://bluelullaby.blogspot.com/">Aishwarya</a>.</span></span></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-53405400837105044082008-03-07T10:40:00.000+05:302008-03-06T21:20:17.875+05:30And while we are pretending that this blog is not dead<div class="chat out" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <div class="msg 1st"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation">Mia: </span>BCL has sent me a strange mailer<br /><br /></span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation">Aishwarya: </span>?</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>Be intellectually stimulated from our recent collection of Lifestyle, Self- development, Fiction and Children books</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">(it's an advert for their bookfair stall)</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>ah..<span style="font-weight: bold;"> :D</span></span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>intellectually stimulated by children books</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i had thought that the day would never come</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>I am!</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>how do children books grow up?</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>they don't</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">it are like peter pan</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">ooh</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">or aslan</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>i are not narnia-read</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>illiterate in the ways of christian indoctrination you are</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>but i can sing twenty hymns</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>I also</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>including one in hindi and one in bangla</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>I have nice book titled Come and Praise</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">I do not sings hymns in hindi. or anything in bangla.</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>dil ka darwaza khula hua<br />humaare dil mein aao prabhu<br />koi tujhsa dekha na kahin<br />sach hain yeh mere yeshu</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">i find the translation of 'my lord is true' utterly fascinating</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>LOL yes</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>unless whoever wrote it actually meant 'my lord is real'</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">maybe it is a song to convert little bengali girls to christianity. by affirming the reality of jesus</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>LOL</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>i am sure there was another hindi hymn, can't remember the lines, though</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">oh, do you know, i also know the russian do re mi song?</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>I knew one in gaelic at one point<span style="font-weight: bold;">. :P</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"></span></span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">!!</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>and a hindi militant song praising netaji</span></div> <div class="msg Nth"><span style="font-size:85%;">my god, no wonder i have turned out strange.</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> :O</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"></span></span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>considering what was being drilled into my head in my pre-pubescent and early adolescent days</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>poor darling</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>oh shite, i just remembered the bhakti geeti style bangla hymn</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>hm?</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Mia: </span>you have to hear it to believe it</span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation"><br />Aishwarya: </span>.. I am afraid to<br /><br /></span></div> </div> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="salutation">Mia: </span>it is best not to, i think.<br /><br /></span></div></div>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-85617667938612028722008-02-02T16:02:00.000+05:302008-02-02T02:37:07.463+05:30Sketchy<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I put pencil to paper after a really long time today. And it was a bit of a disaster.</span></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_x42Zyc0nP4IBbVqj-2zhyphenhyphenernncR8YHTll9OqBdfak3yLSlzFbTNVy2HrIcb4ogavW-y3KcqUKGZuB0gd1vqvCm6TrMrFEGlPdK-_fNMaFe6RlN_psQlavCSG78ShRo3Q1MJ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_x42Zyc0nP4IBbVqj-2zhyphenhyphenernncR8YHTll9OqBdfak3yLSlzFbTNVy2HrIcb4ogavW-y3KcqUKGZuB0gd1vqvCm6TrMrFEGlPdK-_fNMaFe6RlN_psQlavCSG78ShRo3Q1MJ/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162119383901545666" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />Bleh, I can't even draw anymore.<br /><br /></span>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-16413189533919958302008-02-02T11:18:00.000+05:302008-02-01T21:50:46.230+05:30Me-me<p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://bluelullaby.blogspot.com/2008/02/memeage.html">Tagged</a>. Ergo, six scintillating tidbits of information about me that will make you want to get to know me Really Well.<br /><br />1. I am a stiletto wearer at heart. In an ideal world, I would wear pretty stilettoes and sashay gracefully all the time, and people would gasp and be struck speechless at the incredible beauty of my legs and the gentle sway of my hips. In real life, I have two pairs with 4" heels, and after putting them on once every two months, I wince for a while and then grimly soldier on in a drunken totter as my legs die and go to hell.<br /><br />2. I am addicted to obsessing. I ALWAYS have a Current Obsession.<br /><br />3. Limelight! Come, I love you, I want you. You must be on me! Okay, but in a gentle covert sort of way.<br /><br />4. I miss being on stage. I miss dancing.<br /><br />5. Generalizing, but women don't like me. Usually, I get along far better with men. Or women who are quite a bit older than me. <a href="http://bluelullaby.blogspot.com/">Aishwarya</a>, my oracular love, says that this is because the others are all jealous of my Divine Radiance. This must be true.<br /><br />6. The bizarrest thing that has ever happened to me is hilarious, but I can't put that down here because, really, <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/TMI">TMI</a>.<br /></span></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-28584573776565302952008-01-31T11:46:00.000+05:302008-01-30T22:40:43.645+05:30Arre, wah.<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;" ><b>You Should Be a Romance Novelist</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/romance.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart.<br />You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer...<br />And while you may be a traditional romantic, you're just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories.<br />As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates - you could write it.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/">What Type of Writer Should You Be?</a></div><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >And maybe I will also start looking like the girl in the picture, then.<br /><br /></span>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-29983277458320113442008-01-24T09:44:00.000+05:302008-01-23T20:14:58.183+05:30Randomness<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My mother took break from TV-watching to come light </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incense_of_India">dhoop</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> in front of pictures of various gods and goddesses on her shelf and accidentally dropped the </span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >dhoop</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Reverently she said, "Sorry </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagvan">bhogoban</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, murder-ta dekhchhilam."</span></span><br /></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-18403705087403309352008-01-06T15:18:00.000+05:302008-01-06T01:48:57.483+05:30Which Ankh-Morpork City Watch(?) 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All I have is work, work and work, and missed deadlines. And though I've been meaning to write a couple of posts for a long time, haven't been able to manage. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Regardless, 2007 was a good year. Great, even. Hope 2008 is even better. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy new year, everyone. </span></span><br /></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12735341.post-13293421834756128092007-12-01T15:54:00.000+05:302007-12-01T02:24:44.577+05:30This city, it is so small.<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel needy. And curiously depressed.</span></span><br /></p>Teleutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00583628336404295422noreply@blogger.com