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Why am I not what I wanted to be Why did I fall in the traps I could see Chasing a goal that's never been mine Confused asshole now paying the fine First racing amongst the rats to the fore Then claiming not to be a rat anymore But rat is all I've been known to become, My success lies in going deeper in scum. My dreams are just dreams to this day, Coz I searched for excuses than find the way, I

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The memory of our first meeting is still so fresh. You looked like a warrior in the prime of his youth. And just like a warrior's homecoming, you were welcomed into our family with a vermilion marked forehead and a garlanded frontage. Your metallic black body oozed with elegance, the parts with chrome finish shone like swords and the wheels looked ready for some friction. The coconut celebrated

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आज के भी पन्ने पे, काफी काटा पीटी हैइसपे भी जल्दबाजी में ज़ोरों से कलम घसीटी हैन स्पष्ट हैं अक्षर, न पड़े ठीक आकार ही,बस बिन्दुओं और मात्राओं का, जंजाल है इस बार भी|उन पन्नों को फाड़ कर, फ़ेंक दिया करता हूँ,जिनमें मैं बार बार, गलतियां करता हूँ,कुछ ज़रूरी कोने, मोड़ दिया करता हूँ,कुछ को कोरा ही, छोड़ दिया करता हूँ | कुछ चित्र विचित्र से, कुछ सन्देश अधूरे,कारण अकारण लिखे गए, वो शब्द पूरे,पीछे के

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The name 'Dosa Wrap' in the menu left me wondering what the item would exactly be. But what the waiter pronounced it as was the perfect name cum description of the hybrid dish. Interestingly, that was just the first of the series of raped (the english one :P) dishes that I have come across recently in one of the lesser known areas of western India. These poor items seem to be nothing but the

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A few days back, while reading this post by my friend Vinod Khare, the only reaction I had was complete agreement. We are indeed a country which talks a lot about purity but hardly ever walks the cleanliness way. However, in a casual conversation with my grandfather today I realized that in some parts of the country things were not always this way. As a child, my grandfather was taught that

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टंग गए बस्ते , खुल गयी बोरियां,बंधे फीते और फिसली डोरियाँ,चाभियाँ घूमी तालों में,और कंघे गीले बालों में,एक शहर भरा मोहल्लों से, भरी गलियां उसकी गल्लों से, माहौल में आज फिर जोर है, सब्जी भाजी का शोर है, सड़क पे बड़ी चहल पहल, कुछ पहियों पे, कुछ टहल टहल, कोई जा रहा कोई आ रहा, कोई भजन कोई मुन्नी गा रहा, कहीं चाय छनी है गरम गरम कहीं रोटी सिकी है नरम नरम, कहीं दूध कहीं पे तेल है खौला, कहीं पाव कहीं पे

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Cities have life in them. No, I am not talking about the life of people living within them but about the life of the city itself. Trust me, they are just like a giant living organism. They grow, they breathe, they evolve, they adapt, they feel, they react and some even die. They even have their own unique personalities. If a city could write an autobiography, it would have made the most

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दुकानदार मनुष्य जैसा ही दिखने वाला एक परजीवी प्राणी है | उसके पास दो आँख, दो कान, एक नाक और एक मुंह होता है | परन्तु वह अपने आँख और कान का प्रयोग अन्य मनुष्यों से बहुत कम तथा मुंह का प्रयोग उनसे बहुत ज्यादा करता है | उसके पास एक अलग प्रकार का मष्तिष्क होता है जिसका प्रयोग केवल धन कमाने के लिए होता है | सामान्यबोध एवं तर्कसंगत बातें उसकी समझ में बिलकुल नहीं आती | दुकानदार के शरीर एवं उसकी बुद्धि

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A memory is like a kite, First you let go of it, you let it fly, But there is a string pretty tight, That lets you decide how high, It keeps floating at a distance, Nudging at you from time to time, Its colors fading in an instance, And in an instance gaining their prime, As you let the string too lose, It disappears in the sky, And if pulling it back is what you chose, A cut of skin may make you

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Remember the speeches made by the middle aged, honest and poor Hero ka baap/bhai in the 80s' movies? One in which they urged the Majdoor Union to use their non existent common sense and do the rightful rather than listening to the corrupt and misguiding Union Leader? Well, I found myself in similar shoes last week. The only difference this time though, was that I wasn't the victim of any

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A couple of days back I met Raj Thackeray. He looked a couple of inches taller and more than a couple of inches stockier but as furious and as foolish as his usual self. The usual dark glasses which make him see the world differently were on. His bike, as rusty and cheap as politics was covered with ugly stickers of 'inspirational quotes'. Someone must have thought that decorating it with

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Khel nahi khilwaad hai ye,Bhrashtachaar ka hai maidaan,Shera chipka hai poster pe,Aur gadhon ne thaami kamaan,Chhat gire aur pul toote,Sang toote aashawaan,Deewaaron pe paan paros kar, Baithe hain mezbaan. Phussi bomb nikle wo jin ne,Baaton ke gole daage,Desh bhar me baja alarm,Par Kalmadi jee naa jaage.7 varsh ki marathon ko,100 meter samajh ke bhaage,Aur latka diya us pole vault par,Nahi

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The day when we share the touch,I promise, would come soon, my love,But today lets share this moment,By sharing the same moon my love...My eyes watch it every night and hope,We behold a common sight my love,And miles apart while we may be,We are connected by light my love. 

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शाम की सज़ावट से जब ज़ुल्फ़ें हुई आज़ाद शुरु हुआ वो खेल जिस्मे देश हुआ बर्बाद,हर उतरते गहने के संग, सांसें रही थी फूल,और एक दूजे मे लिपटे पडे थे, दो बदन मशगूल,लोकतंत्र की चादर पे बनी सिल्वटों पर लेटे,इस संगम तल पिसे हुए मासूम फूलों को समेटे,खून के धब्बों पर, लथपथ पसीने में,होठ तो खामोश थे, पर चीख थी सीने में,चरमराती पलंग न्याय की, क्या कहती उसपे क्या बीती थी,उस काली रात जब, सुहागरात थी राज-नीती

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In a world full of halves,am searching for the whole,Insatiable as I may be,unhappy with my dole.Curious in what lies beyond,what lies make me see,I want to know and feel and love,the creature inside me.Let my hands play the strings,while not being tied by them,Let my mind bear the fruits,while not being the stem.I want to dive deeper,in the deepest of the seas,I don’t want a ship or boat,for I

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I have hardly heard Indians say "Excuse Me" where they should. This post is not about the "dhakka-mukki" of local trains and buses, the rush in clueless queues, arrogant Autowallahs, shameless Sarkari Babus or the Roadside Romeos. This post is about the so called sophisticated Indians - the creme de la creme; who, when in their true self can be the worst face of this country.I hereby bring you a

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Recently IIM Indore had the privilege to listen to Mr. Sam Pitroda speak about his experiences and his journey to success. While every pause that he took was filled in with applause, there was a particular message which really touched me. In fact in a way what he said then was what has been the primary principle of my life. This is what he said -One should keep experimenting in life. Experiments

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Here are a few pics taken by me during 'Utsaha', the Marketing fest of IIM Indore.

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Off late I have come across many blog posts which take us down memory lane to the early 90s or late 80s discussing some of the legendary television shows of those times. However, they often miss some shows which might not have been blockbusters but which played their own unique role in the evolution of Indian television. Here is a list of few that I could recall:1. Space City SigmaI am not sure

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©2005-2009 ~reignbeauMusic was something that helped me and Anubhav retain our sanity in that place. Unlike him I knew nothing about the technicalities of music but every Tansen like him needs and deserves a 'Kaansen' like me. So that is where a dream was born - to form a band. A band which never saw light but the seeds of which were enough to keep us going. An attempt towards a 'trash band' (

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This is the cover of the Brochure I designed for 'Utsaha' - our marketing fest, which goes rural this year.Funda :What is visible is a small lamp window in a mud wall...The fest essentially involves market research, i.e. peeking into the minds of the consumerNow since the consumer here is rural, I have represented his life/mind through the mud wall where the decorated lamp window (representing

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This is a poem that I wrote after getting inspired by the "Sarfaroshi ki tamanna..." piece in the movie Gulaal. The tone of the poem is the same and this one too has been addressed to a freedom fighter. However, the ideas and the verses of course are completely mine.The poem was used in the play 'The Man who knew Hitler' which I had directed recently.तुम आज अगर होते भगत सिंह,तो जाने क्या हो जाता,

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Idanim is back!! This time with an indigenous script!! Directed by You Know Who, this one is surely zara hat ke!!

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This is the teaser poster for the revamped version of IIM Indore's Annual Management Fest - āhvān which was previously popular by the name Iris.

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This post comes as the result of a chat with GBF fame Abhishek over his post -27 vital stats you must knowStats that you dint know you always knew :D79% of the guys do not wash their jeans before using them for a month at least. 90% of them say they wash it everyday in the presence of their girlfriend or mother.88% of the people who hate Windows and Microsoft can't operate any other operating

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These days everyone is talking about the attack on Indian students down under. Indians feel enraged, agonized, hurt, insulted, everything but ashamed.Why should we feel ashamed?Well because what is going on down under is nothing but an inter-national version of what goes on in our country every day in every city and in some or the other way each one of us contributes to that.If what happened in

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Following is the video I prepared for Rendezvous 09, the Alumni- Freshers Meet of IIM Indore. It was used across 6 cities where Rendezvous was organized, to give the newbies at IIM Indore a peek into the life on campus. Special thanks to Kewal Gala, who is responsible for more than half of the editing in this video.

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It’s not that I really enjoy writing these posts about my life and times at Sathyabama because it reminds me of moments I want to forget. Trust me, if there is one thing in my life that I would like to change, it would be my grad college and if there is one mistake I regret the most, it’s filling up SIST on my list during AIEEE counselling 2004. I write these only to let the world know about the

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Well, right since my first visit to Bangalore last year, I have not been a big fan of the city. It never looked as great a place to me as described by some of my friends. Anyways while that is a pretty much arguable topic, Friday night brought an experience that definitely made my opinion about the city fall off the cliff.Friday, 17th March 2009, I got robbed at 10:15 pm on a supposedly busy road

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This time jus a pic..... I think this in itself tells you a lot.....

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(JUNE 15 – JULY 3, 2009)Download announcement.Download application form.CALL FOR APPLICATIONSWe invite applications from interested people, both students and non-students, who would like to participate in a 3-week Science Fiction (SF) writing workshop at IIT Kanpur. The workshop offers an intense, immersive, content-rich experience that is a good first-step in training the next generation of

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I assume that the reader of this post has already read the 1st post of this series. In case you have not, I would request you to do so. That will help you grasp the reason behind some of my reactions during the incident I am about to narrate.So my 1st university exam didn't quite start on the right note. Anyways, I tried to forget what happened...err....rather remember what happened and I went to

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No this is not a collection of my diary entries. This is a series of small anecdotes I plan to list down which speak volumes about an institute called Sathyabama University. I am not going to take any stands here neither am I going to express any opinions. I am going to narrate some events as they happened and rest is upto the readers to draw their own conclusions. However, while you read them,

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"Hello! Haan Manoj*? Arey yaar wo us chemical ka kya kya naam hai jo tum 1 crore me bechne wale ho? Oh Achha... haan yaad aa gaya.. ok.. thank you.. bye!"In a class room full of amused faces, Prof. Sunil Handa disconnected the phone and went on to explain how and why one should go about being an entrepreneur. Mixing hindi with english in a very identifiable Gujrati touch to his accent, Prof.

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This is a print ad I made for a Marketing assignment recently. Thanks to Sobby da and Sarin for the wonderful pose..:PWho would ever say that its NOT a female hand?!!

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©2009 ~ravnicrasol

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This was actually one of my posts during Olympus 09 at IIM Calcutta.Turn the pages of history and you’ll find that leadership has taken different shades in different times and cultures. Even those who are icons of leadership seem to differ in what they opine of a leader. For Napoleon, a leader was a dealer in hope while John Updike’s leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to

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Pragati, the Social Initiatives wing of IIM Indore is organizing RTI Week in Indore. So far my only association with the event had been as a designer having designed its posters and pamphlets. However, today I got an opportunity to attend a session on RTI where Mr. Saurabh Sharma of JOSH and Mr. Santosh Jha of Parivartan enlightened the participants on the power and use of RTI.And since then I

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Director - Dibakar BannerjeeRating - 2.5/5Success in your very first venture can sometimes prove to be a pain in the a**. It not only leads to increased expectations from others but also to some amount of overconfidence in yourself.Have a look at one of the posters of OLLO and the words - 'from the makers of Khosla Ka Ghosla' make it clear that it tried to capitalize on KKG's success right from

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Director - Subhash GhaiRating - 1.5/5A long drawn problem with Bolllywood has been that people here do not learn from mistakes! And this problem looks more like a crisis when Showmen like Subhash Ghai do so.Yuvvraaj is a movie that could have kept a fine arts lover interested and awake. Unfortunately most people watching it are not one. Brilliantly shot in the Austrian landscape, every scene in

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The race that started as a kid, still continues......Expectations, others' and mine,Decide, determine, defineThe course I take , The way I go,When to be fast, When to be slow.Aspirations give way to expectations,As my dreams go off to sleepAs i kill the voice of my soul,And i bury my heart so deepEternal wounds aren’t easy to nurse,When memories are your biggest curse,No ,matter how hard you try,

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Yes I know what you are thinking! :)"Oh No! Not again a post with the 'i' letter"Well, call it co-incidence or conceit, somehow the letter has stuck with me for the past few months. So till I figure my way out of it, here is another post for your 'eyes'Have you seen a Reed?Perhaps the most feeble thing in Nature,blown away by the vapour,flown away by a drop.But never giving up on its quest,to

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I am what you are,But you think you are not,I am what you have,But unable to spot.I am what you feel,what you think, what you speak,I am what you fear,and I am the one you seek.I am the one you talk to,in your silence, in your sleep,I am the one you walk to,When in pain, when you weep.I am the cacophony,Solitude treats you with,I am the gnomic poem,Your heart greets you with.The smile on your

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A soldier has found life, After a bloody carnage.A slave has found his legs,Off the eternal bondage,A bird has found the sky,Breaking past the cage,A book has found the story,to fill its blank pageA face has found its smile,A gun has found its rage,Now take your seats and watch Oh world,An Actor has found a stage.People often carry this completely wrong notion that life at an IIM is all about

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For the past month or so I have been reading various theories under subjects like accounting and Organizational Behavior which state nothing but obvious facts. Some of them are so obvious that calling them a theory is as good as calling the Indian cricket team inconsistent.However what all this has done is to inspire me to come up with a theory of my own :PSo readers, please bear with me for this

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"Thanda Matlab?______" "Yehi hai right choice baby!_____" Did I mention any name? Of course not! I didn't even complete the above sentences. But if I ask a single question – "What are the two words that come to your mind after reading the above two punch lines?" I am sure more that most of the Indians will have the same reply – Coca Cola and Pepsi. Are they products names? Basically No! They

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Hi everyone who fortunately or fortunately happens to read this blog! I, the Gajabkhopdi am back!I am actually not only back to the world of blogging but also back in a literal sense to the city where I spent some golden days of my life. I am back in Indore.IIM I or Planet I as we IIMites call it has proved to be a place of my dreams. Not only because of the IIM brand it carries, but due to the

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Some movies are made to tell a tale, some are made to discuss issues, some are made to tickle you while some to touch your heart. But this one is to showcase the talent of its cast. Step up 2 : The Streets is like a concert with many dance performances one after the other. But believe me, the performances are mind-blowing indeed. (Click here to read further)

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I have a thing for Prison escapees. With Shawshank Redemption being my favorite movie and now the series Prison break taking away a substantial part of my days, thats more than proven now.Prison Break is a fast paced series with a storyline that can be pretty addictive. Unlike most prison escape stories, this one is not about a person who lands up in a prison and then plans an escape. It is like

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The mention of Soviet Union often reminds us of Socialism, Communism, Revolutions, World War, Cold War, Dictators, Leaders, Spies, Space missions and many such terms that shaped history but never Peasants, Housewives, Factory workers, Culture, Families, Festivals, Marriages and the Common man. Perhaps the common man of Russia got lost amidst bigger names and bigger ideas. Perhaps socialism became

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Perhaps one of the best ads being telecast these days, this one left me touched and mesmerized. A really thought provoking and high spirited ad..............

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Time to bid goodbye to the Lungi-land. Yeah, I am finally leaving Chennai and going to Baroda with a hope that I won't have to return. For the first time in my life I am kissing a city goodbye without any emotional strings attached. Four years in the city and no attachments to it at all! No its not my hatred for the city which makes me say this. In fact I have come to realize that Chennai is not

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What must have been going on in Javed Akhtar's mind when he penned this song? After spending more time on the interpretation of this song than on the toughest of Data interpretation questions in a Mock CAT, I am still clueless. Well, a literal translation of this term in English would be - The Pain of Disco. Now unable to comprehend the 'gehraai' of this term, the only theory that I could

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"Looks like A.....or wait, is it B?" Leaning over with a pen in hand, I looked at the question again as my soliloquy continued. "A", said a delicate voice suddenly and before I could raise my head to look at the source, followed it up with a rhyme like sequence,"BeeCeeDeeEeEffGee, HeichAiJaykayElloMennoPee". It was the neighborhood child flaunting his newly acquired English Skills.

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Here comes another thread of those never ending debates! This time it was my friend Ankurbhai MBBS, who sparked it off. He feels that Indian Cinema sucks! Why? Because here is what he had to say about the latest bollywood blockbuster 'Chak De.....' -That is exactly what I said: I is a good movie by Indian standards.. to add to that.. Indian Standards SUCK!!!!! In oscars, they give away two

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Here is a piece i found somewhere on the net which describes Issac Asimov's views on Intelligence. I was pretty impressed by it, to say the least!What Is Intelligence, Anyway? Isaac Asimov What is intelligence, anyway? When I was in the army, I received the kind of aptitude test that all soldiers took and, against a normal of 100, scored 160. No one at the base had ever seen

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This is for all the Music lovers. Especially the ones who are looking for some refreshing and original music and for those budding artists who want a chance to showcase their talents.TempoStand is a platform that promotes independent musicians in India. It is not specific to any genre. Hindustani, Sufi, Folk, Rock, Jazz, Punk, Carnatic, Blues and all other genres are present on it. Everything on

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हकीकत ज़ालिम सी लगती है,उस ज़ालिम से हम डरते हैं,और इसलिए दिन रात हम,तसव्वुर मे जिया करते हैं।अफ़सानों के समन्दर की,गहराईयों मे रहते हैं,हम ख्वाबों के सौदागर अक्सर,तनहाईयों मे रहते हैं।ज़रूरत नही है कुरबत की,अपनो से बेगानो से,बस दर्द ही मिलता है,काज़िब से अरमानो से।जो तिशनगी इस दिल मे हैबुझाना उसे आसान नहीं,हमारी दास्तान  कह दे जो,ऐसा कोई तर्ज़ुमान नहीं,छोडो हमको अपनी इस,हालत मे ही रहने दो,दिवानगी की

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For me, Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander was the best sports movie that had been made in India till Chak de got released. Not that Jo jeeta... has lost its rank in my list, but it has found a worthy partner for sure.Except a few technical and script based snags (which can be overlooked) Chak de is one of the most convincing 'zero to hero' kind of movie that Indian cinema has seen. The most important aspect

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He was in terrible pain. It was hard to make out whether the pain was physical or mental. I saw him holding his crotch a couple of times though. But the way he was jumping in pain and crying with his eyes closed, his whole body seemed to have been taken by some deep wound. He was shouting at the crowd. He was pleading to them. So loud was he crying that even the heavens would have heard him. But

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Its rather strange that during my three years' life in Chennai, I have never written a single word about it. I guess now the time has come when I must dedicate at least one post to this city!Chennai Central railway StationChennai, the veteran city is going through a phase of change. A couple of years ago, anyone visiting this city would easily have realized that its walls had not brushed against

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Yes, what most people would call the end of a joyful college life is freedom to me!Last Saturday I felt Free!It was the last working day of our engineering life and most people would have expected me to be nostalgic and emotional. But I felt happy! Happy to have reached the end of the years which I did not live but survived. Happy to be approaching the end of a college life which not only crushed

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This is a post which is not a result of my Bhadas but my Pyaas. Bhagwaan bhi kaise kaise din dikhlata hai? These days when we find almost the whole nation deluged, yours truly finds himself in a bhootbangla with no water at all!Actually the motor room and the corresponding setup in our building is in a state of mess and the niwasis of this khandahar are least interested in getting it repaired

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kano me kundal, hathon me kade, lambe lambe kesh aur balishth shareerNopes, I am not talking about the Pandavas from Mahabharat. The above written description applies to some of my college mates. It is true that they look just like one of those Mythological characters sans their mukuts, but soon they are going to make a bhishma kinda sacrifice! Most of them will have to go through hair cuts! Some

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Sayan Da! The name itself can bring smiles on the faces of those who know him. A peerless guy gifted with unparalleled wit and humour. So much so that I am planning to start a whole series of posts on him called 'The Mad-ventures of Sayan da'. But thats for later. Right now, here is a small dose of one of the mad-ventures of Sayan da :It was the first day of this semester in the college. As usual

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Hey all you frustrated guys out there, here is one for you!Bhaiyon Beheno, bachcha log, aa chuka hai aapki saari frustration ko door karne,ek frustrated sa aam engineer! Frustoo!Check out my joint collaboration with my friend Abhishek Asthana !A Cartoon strip : Frustoo!Please do let us know your precious views about the strip!

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This review comes so late because i feared getting bashed up by people for having watched this movie. Actually no matter how much you hate this review, it would be my earnest request to all not to even view the movie leave alone re-viewing it.As a victim of this 2 and a half hour torture, my first raection was," saale director ko kahaani nahi soojhi to na sahi, kam se kam naam to sochne ki

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“Finally!” I sighed,” Finally he got what he wanted!” My eyes were still where he used to be.” Death! He really earned it!” **************************************************************** Life! So many days in it with so many things. So many moments, so many events, so many people, so many faces. Not every face is remembered for long. In fact most of them are not. But some faces stay with

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This profession is not easy. Not easy at all especially when you are a surgeon. It tests you in more ways than one. After 25 long years of experience, over 100 awards and recognitions and more than 1000 surgeries, today I still find myself nervous and hesitant. Not that this has been the case on all days but today. Today I am to operate upon her. The only time I saw her in the last 25 years was

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The last time I saw Sachin on the cricketing pitch, I was rather sure that he would now anytime ask someone.” Main kahaan hoon?” (Remember the Pepsi ad) The way he played, he really looked like having suffered from a memory loss. And perhaps someone had convinced him that he was not Sachin Tendulkar but Courtney Walsh! However he made sure that the Indian team doesn’t get more chances to

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Now, for some reason I stumbled upon this topic so frequently today and read about so many opinions and thoughts that I had to pour in some of mine too. To begin with, I have always felt that if someone feels that one is commensurate to someone else in whatever it may be, he or she should compliment his/her belief by action and not try to supplement it with mere words. Thus my humble request

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This is for all the Music lovers. Especially the ones who are looking for some refreshing and original music and for those budding artists who want a chance to showcase their talents.TempoStand is a platform that promotes independent musicians in India. It is not specific to any genre. Hindustani, Sufi, Folk, Rock, Jazz, Punk, Carnatic, Blues and all other genres are present on it. Everything on

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Well this one is in response to my friend Vinod's (and many others') suggestion to me that I should write a few Interesting posts too, something like the post on his blog titled "Steatomammate".(For the meaning kindly refer his blog Mindless Musings)So I thought why not begin with the example supplied by him itself.So here I provide the users of the word Steatomammate a few more words to

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One fine day a friend,Served me an inquest,That silenced me for long,Though I tried my best!What he asked wasn't new,Not something I'd never heard,But still it shook me hard,And left me all stirred.For he demanded an answer,Most difficult to give,He asked me, "What?For what do we live?"I brooded over it long,Then turned and replied,An answer that made him,Pretty satisfied."We live", I said, "Oh

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There are momentsThat you never forget,Those gnaw at you heart,With talons of regret,They keep you awakeThrough the darkness of life,Lacerating your wounds,With the plaintive knife!They kill you not,But kill they do,They make you hate,The man called 'You',They make you cry,And wail and shout,And spill your tears,lamenting out!For why you lost,To the weakness in you,For why you earned,The blemish

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This question flashed across my mind while reading the comments on one of my friend's blog where as ususal the commenter had used the name "Ekta Kapoor" for sarcastic reasons.Well, how much ever we excoriate Ekta Kapoor, one fact that remains boldly tall is that most of her soaps do succeed! Whether we are an aficionado of the so called family serials or not, its one name we are all familiar

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 "Actions speak louder than words because speaking itself is an action afterall"

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"The only impossibility that truly exists is impossibility itself"

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Two men:both aiming to transcend their idols. One, a young director who wants to carve a niche for himself that would stand tall even against the alpine achievements of his father cum idol Javed Akhtar. Another, an ageing actor, perhaps at the twilight of his career seeking the one masterpiece that would compensate for the height he lacks when he stands in front of his icon Amitabh Bachhan.It was

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"Birds of a feather flock together, But if one of them, Wants to go high, All the others, Block together, Its way to the sky"

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"Patience of course is a nice virtue,But see that it never hurts you,By keeping you at bay,while the precious time flows away"

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A single word can mean it all,A single smile can make your day,A single lamp is all it takes,To keep darkness away!A single tree shelters so many,A single flower puts hate away, A single star is all it takes,To show you the way!A single day can change a life,A single idea can change the globe,A single hand is all it takes,to give life to adobe!A single song enkindles the heart,A single voice can

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"When a poem doesn't come out good, I feel like blowing it apart with a   bomb, But when it doesn't come out at all, I feel like blowing myself   apart. Thats why I keep disgorging one every now and then!" 

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I see nationalism as a phenomenon no different from a bunch of ppl forming a grp in the class durin schooldays. Its human nature, to form grps and societies. A nation is just a larger form of the same. Man being a social animal needs a society, a community and at a larger level a nation to survive.(jus to survive). An organised human existence is hard to imagine without the existence of nations.

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In the last few days, my experiences and observations have taught me onething: that 'Reservation'is not just a political problem but a  mentality which resides in all of us in varying sizes. When we talk about reservation, we generaly talk about the reservations provided to various quotas politically and with all sorts of arguments we oppose it but while doing so we often forget that we too

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Unfetter yourself,And emerge in the scenes,Building monuments,From smithereens,Prize yourself,With the largest of amounts,Because Life is trifleAnd Every Second Counts!Run the gamut of yield,That enthralls and astounds,Pick the rags of life,And turn them to pounds,Holding your head,Higher than the mounts,Celebrate every moment,Coz Every Second Counts!

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Dreams are threads,Reeled on hope,An aegis to those,Who want to elope,to a world that offers,Desires as it seems,Lucky are the ones,Wound in Dreams!

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Well, this thought just occurred to me while I was coming back to my room after having dinner one day. I saw a motorcycle with these two words embellished above its headlights:"Jesus Saves" and instantly a question arose in my mind and that was "then who kills?” This led me to contemplate over the matter and what I present below is the stream of thoughts that ushered through my brain during the

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“Ashtadhrumna, My name is Ashtadhrumna”, said the young lad.“Quite good but quite old fashioned a name! By the way I am Kinshuk Kamat. You can call me KK. And…I will call u...Ashy if u don’t mind please. ”“Sure Sir! So Sir, I guess u know why u have been approached by us.”A smile appeared on KK’s face. He didn’t say anything, just nodded in affirmation and handed Ashtadhrumna a file. Ashtadhrumna

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