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I stare hard at the keyboard hoping that the sight might lead to a flutter somewhere in my head and hence words take the form of what i possibly want to express. I can imagine myself sitting in front of a typewriter and staring at that elegant machine, but even that wouldn't help much.I should make a note to myself to devise a more pleasant way to kickstart articulation than just rambling on for

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Clear sunny day, winter morning, why are you still under that street lamp ?" In preparation for the night, you see " said he.I see, but why do you have that hammer ?"To quash the bugs at night , they annoy me a lot"But what do you do at night under that lamp ?"Why , i read of course !"What are you reading , if neither a book nor a paper do i surmise ?"You are right my dear friend, sometimes i

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Nothing.She looks at me pretending to understand what i have just said. He on the other hand is too quick to latch on to it, probably the naive are who should inherit the earth. As he looks at me for an approving glance i wanted to drift off to blankness while knowing that this very action isn't possible. I try to challenge and break various systems i have worked so hard to put in place. Waiting

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Flow of masses,tricking about the edges of shades.Like a raining day,when you are stuck under a tin roof.You look at the edges and wonder,would it have been better to be a drop in the rain or the likes under the tin,watching the trickling masses fall ?

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As a travel diary of forlorn farceur you get a weird sense of possessiveness over the man, which makes you see the obvious truth ! you aren't alone..He brought me along with his seaside excursions last week and the pen bled more black ink onto my pages[actually the keyboard, forgive my exaggeration].I am the blog called "myxynia.blogspot.com" Let me narrate to you one of my versions of things

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Once a rock , now a smooth pebble sitting idle by the shore. Priding itself of what it had endured.Pride of the rocks,they rather break than plunge... Many plunge and are never seen, maybe they still are rocks you just have to see.

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Its a bit brown now, but on the sides its still red, although i see it as dark red, i see a silver lining to it as well. The roots are many and some are quite deep, this blue was defeated by red, no more cold ...as the red runs deep !

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Birds and bats together in the sky was such a sight that it brought me along the trail to walk in the victorious yet emerging darkness. My work is such that i have to sit for long hours for a glimpse of normalcy in real life. I got one just now, the evidence of 'grays' in this 'black and white' world of untold opportunities , with the nocturnals mixing up with the early risers.The sky looks like

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Another page is turned as i view things fly past me at a pace which i claim i control, although i did once. Visualize something in your bloodstream, constantly affecting you and your life, albeit the effects aren't discernible from a distance, which determines your nature as it seems to others...Come closer my friend, if you are one, so that i can show you these things i have with me, perhaps you

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Its official now ! I am now sure that it isn't meant for me to be in a large public gathering, as now, i tried to be involved this time, with the proceedings of one. Its just the sheer magnitude of classification and distribution of people in groups that makes me wanting not to belong. Hard as i tried it just doesn't come easy to me.Its a warm summer night, and i feel the beads of perspiration

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...i am just pasting some old stuff i had with me.....the following four stories were written two maybe three years ago..

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The thrill of flying was besetting our hero. He was flying in the skies many fathoms away from his homeland, the hues and pinks of the azure sky. He was voliant and tasting the air, funny he thought the air smelled like fresh cloths and of lemon too. The skies were calling his name; it seemed like an aura of sound, the air was hailing his name…Arjun….Arjun food is ready……. Our dear Arjun was

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Here I am… sitting near the annals of human history, well, of some humans, pondering over my life. There comes a time in your life when it just doesn’t matter how long you have existed, when you need not speak of your age, instead your body does the talking and when the telltale signs on you are a collection of short stories, I might be going through that. Let me fill you in with some vital

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Pristine and lucid as ever, his hands embraced the precious gift, which succours life and sustains it. Splashing his face with the clear water from the river, which ran nearby the village. Prakhar was a petite boy of ten. His figure was quite under par with the others of same age. Prakhar loved to play in the river, his parents took him there occasionally for leisurely evenings. Today was one of

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Calmness had never been a virtue of Nikhil's, but patience was. To be calm for him was to appreciate the rattle of a hundred coins on a metallic platter on a very hot day. Nevertheless he was sitting in an air conditioned restaurant but was sweating as time forged one more step ahead. Sometimes when you get caught in an incriminating position, blood rushes to your brain and your ears act as

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Two black birds sitting on the road, undiscernable from my distance , one lying down , the other standing. I kept walking on the road and the scene got clearer ! The bird lying on the ground was not totally dead and the other was pecking its way to feeding on its own kind !!CROWS !! i said , and walked along. More intelligent than the average bird , i thought , then i thought again about the

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(From Brihovax Avinora's Archive of Pretty Serious Stuff)"Past is nothing but a grave of time, future is born out of wedlock and claimed a bastard child if events and actions are not married on that grave of time. To have such a bastard for one's own life is quite a scary prospect for the relatively inexperienced. "

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"Each morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?And this first Summer month that brings the RoseShall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away." -Rubaiyatthis caused an IPR conflict between Brihovax Avinyora and Omar khayyam as the crux of he matter was found to be the same in Brihovax Avinyora's archive of serious stuff. No one has ben able to figure outwhich one

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"The leaves of yesterday,beneath the tree of today,asking my permission,whether they could stay !Autumn comes and goes,and the leaf that endows,the nub and pith of his willows,is the ones that nature tows !"- 22-3 Brihovax Avinyora's archive of serious stuff

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"I heard that you are moving out ....where to ?" cooed the petite girl trying to get me to speak in an entirely non verbose interview. I was just nodding my head to most of the answers. Most of her questions were about my work as a writer , a philosopher and a wrestler i was really bored and simply too lazy to answer her back in words to those boring things. I was simply not listening to her

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DISCLAIMER : READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TOO MUCH TIME TO WASTE !! Shedding one's skin. The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes. So do the spirits who are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be spirit. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche "....and so the last of my kind were gratified. Their peace was awarded unconditionally by the circumstances and their mitigators. So, my friends i

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I once was in a place which was green and white...it had neither malice nor spite,i loved the dark maroons then, like i did your hues.i liked the greens then , like the sheeps do,i was a sheep then, likewise you thought too.The wolf came , and tore my whites, just like they always do.I was then red.....the same red you liked too.I did learn to like red, i was red and red was me,red as the fury,

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Seven folds of paper,seven sins of life,seven days a week, i created these litte boats...Every single boat is wonderful, with the sharp edges of paper and the immaculate folds, oh ! so full of expectations. I want them to sail the seas , my little boats ! I dream of them, braving up the tumoulus waves which hit you one by one and till eternity, the little boats in the sea. The winds don't deter

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I saw her today,in the the winds of the monsoon day.The winds blew strong and cool,i saw the beauty as the strand of hair flew.I was sitting in the tunnel of time,hoping for the winds to lead me to a goal of mine. Instead i saw her in the winds,talking to the breeze with a smile.I realised who she was there and then,she was the allegory for which i don't careTeasing me she was fate herself.It

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It was of imperative importance that Mr. John Galt was heard by all. I recall his speech on my radio and it was all quite disturbing to me and my missus. You see we are quite old people with old fashioned ideas."CUT ! CUT!....what on earth is that man doing on the stage ??""Sir, he says he is john galt, he surely taks like him...(chuckles)""(throwing hands up)...everybody is a joker and

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...for ceasing botheration.I guess what you are is what you have been, and what you will be is what you do now. So, Mr. Gautam Buddha was quite correct in percieveing the truth.The question is what do you do now ?

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The legacy of dune passed on to the children of dune.....Frank Herbert says so clearly ..."I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. "I

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Strictly speaking, i found myself facing questions from different quarters which claim that it always about me !Here is how i am for you...in different roles and different provocations.If i start to pour out my thought process nobody would get it...thus as it is for you, i'll use the primary method of objectivity.Events past and present always are like a novel to me, but yes now when i had the

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Do you want my blood, do you want my tearsWhat do you want from me Should I sing until I can't sing any moreI'll do my best to please What do you want from me Do you think that I know something you don't know What do you want from me If I don't promise you the answers would you go What do you want from me Should I stand out in the rainI'm not the one that you need What do you want from me You can

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I am thinking on the lines of alternating my babble with technology ...as i am obsessed with it...I am not sure whether, it would go into : Unmistaken Clarity or something else......Till then....read awayso for the technically aware : Silver bullets of the new world !!the guy actually raises some valid points ....!!LOL!!

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So, you think i am wierd eh ?Its one thing to be Forlorn Farcuer and another to be called weird !I do live in Xynia like my master Brihovax Avinyora....so if you think that you don't understand Xynia , then you can get away with calling me weird !!!??I do actually mock people as a livelyhood ....but does that suffice for calling me weird ?There are people with far more sinister problems, but they

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.....as i opened the can of sprite , and kept my feet up.....! BLING ! there it was ....a giant Orange !!!The orange came to me and sqirted some nasty orange peel juice ..I sat up again left my sprite......communication is a long days job. It sometimes is as exciting as creating an algorithm to prune objectionable images from your photo album....but rest of the times it can be like a dead end

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I remember the love in their eyes,The attention i got, the things i was taught....The values grew stronger, the rules became longer...Nurturing at its best !Born i was, in a loving placeI can see their faces ,full of hopes for me...I can see their hopes...facing which is the duty to me..The mind wasn't free thats how it should be...cos, Born i was in a loving place...The mind begins to yearn for

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Often it happens when ones views actually don't get across ..plain and simple. People do seem to have a 'unique frequency' at which they function ...no matter how hard you try...no matter how much of appeasing you do...u'll always come back up as the bad guy ! But wait theres more...when you try to give your true piece of mind....instead of creating an honest channel of communication...it'll

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[Trailer !]"Each day was a bad day, but he survived by kidding himself that each day was somehow unconnected to the day before........and further.....There had been times when he knew, somewhere in him, that he would get used to it, whatever it was, because he had learnt that some hard things became softer after a very little while." ~ From 'about a boy'and then from the master himself we have...

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me :who's there ?voice : hi! i am here as i know your trouble...i know what you go thru day in and day out...please let me in.me : umm okay ! salesman : i know you work really hard and alll....so lets talk about that !me : umm ..okay, so..u need any coffee or something ?salesman : i m okay, so tell me what goes on with ur life....me : blah blah blah !!!! [goes on for a loong time]saleman : u know

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The lonely planet guides have aptly named themselves. I agree the lonely part with the travel part ..... I went on yet another escapade. This time towards the dark forests of Bavaria. Munich came with the sun in the morning. I got off the station at 0730 in search for a tourist info booth. I did find it eventually , to be told that it was going to open at 0900. The purpose , u ask ? Apparently

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There once was a boy, Who played not with the toyHis mind was free like a woman on a shopping spree.Then one day he went to a new land, with a little helping handServed he well, lest the fear of expectations rant !He lived the land like he lived his own, saving pennies ne'er to atoneThen one day he went to the bank, to check what he savedTo his surprise , there wasn't anything of which he

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'allo !!,Expecting a somewhat different greeting ? maybe i shouldn't confuse and patronise you for a while ....will that be okay to you ? If not then what do i need to do to make you as comfortable as possible as i insult you and make you feel like dirt ? Please tell me why should my behaviour be of anyone's concern ??? What do i surmise from the looks and glances you give ... will any of my

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XY&Z and the Stale fishChapter one (part 2)***Modified Story***Chapter 1 part 1 (here)(Disclaimer : The thoughts and storyline are not entirely uncorrelated to the real world and life as we see it. The only difference is that i view these things in an overtly obtuse fashion. Please feel free to imagine and fill up the holes with whatever wild explanation you find fit. )How could you ? You are a

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....totally out of the blues i have some blithe chain of events which have showed no inkling of shame!event one : visa to be obtained on the 12th of may | doubtful becuase of some documentsevent two : confirmed tickets on the 12th had to be postponed | now on the 22ndevent three : tickets for the 17th are available and confirmed | visa was delivered on the 12thevent four : re scheduled the

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Adamant needs and stubborn needs of adamant people are always subjected to questioning by their counnterparts .....yep its like stating true is true but nevertheless i would like to state it again and again and as frequently as the need arises.It is the stating of obvious that we have forgotten ,by stating 5=5 we are aware about 5.Recent chain of events forces me to believe an idea. Stating that

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NEW AND IMPROVED !! Wonder how people automatically expect improved from new and not the other way round.I never thought that human race would be so optimistic in a domain where pessimism should be implicit!! yep i am talking about "Consumer Products"!!Well , this is how i look when i am walking !!he he....just kidding .Just wanna show who is behind all these ramblings.(Changi airport S'pore )

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(Disclaimer : The thoughts and storyline are not entirely uncorrelated to the real world and life as we see it. The only difference is that i view these things in an overtly obtuse fashion. Please feel free to imagine and fill up the holes with whatever wild explanation you find fit. )XY&Z ! and the Stale FishChapter One : Xynia and all things Xy and z.Ah! there you are ....i wasn't expecting you

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(disclaimer : i think you should avoid reading this particular blog for the lack of direction and incoherent thoughts involved. It also is not of the same nature as my earlier texts.) Overrated is the bliss attached with ignorance as is the Mona Lisa. Please spare me the grilling as i am from those category of people who do indeed show interest in art and took Art and Technology as the first

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It takes some time to understand and accept the complexities associated with Cogito Ergo Sum, however , after the icebreakers and pleasantries , one could find that "i" can be a very good friend of "me".To put things in perspective let me clear out my notion of "I" and "me" pertaining to the context of this particular text. The "I" as one can clearly see is in capitals, whereas it is less often

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Okay, then who says you can not rejoice in a predicament.I think the reason that i didn't diverge any more info was that, i was still unsure abt what to do and why to do it, more importanly. In clear words , i was busy...This eventful semester, although was expected to be complications-free(if you get my drift), saw a much awaited change...i became public, i became more freely outspoken, and my

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damned if i do damned if i dont !This is a dilemma that i have faced for the past couple of years whilst staying alive in this campus. To elaborate on this i am talking about going back home. yes, this is one of my fears.This is what i would call as attachment syndrome.

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Hello again, my dear board. i come to you again to pour some more over your shoulders the burdens that my mind carries with it.Another fear in a new day. this new day is deemed to be the fruit bearer of all days forgone. people finally get to gratify their allout efforts throughout the semester. I for a change have also seen some improvements in myself in the bygone semesters. What i see in the

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(contd)so where was i , yes ! now i had some inkling of a chance to channel my frustration to these unsuspecting people. the next class got over sooner than i expected .... i find myself with an old friend/ acquaintance of mine... the faction he was leading was the one my hostel obliged to with at the Poltu season.coming up to me and asking for my support was the intent but what came out was

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The earth swarms with people who are not worth talking toVoltaireFew people can be happy unless they hate some other person, nation, or creed.Bertrand RusselGuessing the link between these two won't take a genius, and it also shows you their perspectives. A certain chain of events or maybe a lack of the same may be the sole cause for this premature introspection.A rather interesting chain of

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Okay then, another day another time, time for me to unravel one more fear. the fear to self realisation. post my ramblings regarding the allegations made (mostly ) against me, the rambler himself apparates as per my cognition of the condtion or rather i must call them my expectations.invitations to a cold glass of iced tea is not easy to refuse , though nessecary the invitation was for me as it

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(kindly forfeit the sarcastic portion of this blog on my behalf)So it happens that i get into messy situations and that too many a times. Unnecessary as it may sound but my voice does fall always on the wrong ears and even that conveys the wrong messages with amazing regularities.Hello dear blogboard. i m back again pouring a little of the brewing poison inside. student of iit delhi, electrical

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