tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61029601767797034692024-03-06T08:31:32.826+05:30KreationDeath will find me long before I tire of watching you.Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-75976143917928438932012-12-13T15:00:00.000+05:302012-12-13T15:00:25.524+05:30Moving on<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello,<br />
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Are you still around? Why thank you!<br />
As you might have guessed, I don't blog here anymore. I've shifted to <a href="http://facesplacespaces.wordpress.com/">Faces Places Paces</a> over at Wordpress. Also in the pipeline is a new blog that a lot of my friends will certainly disown me for, but hey, blogging comes at a price! I even have a Tumblr, but let's not talk about that here. ;-)<br />
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I've been blogging for five years and it all started here and to shut shop officially has been a tough decision... one that took me all of 2012. Yes, I've been putting off saying goodbye for almost a year. Needless to say, Kreation is very, very special and so are all of you people who read the crap I managed to vomit all over this page. Thank you for sticking around, for getting me where I am, for your contribution in making me who I am.<br />
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This is not a goodbye... I am merely moving on to (hopefully) bigger and better things.<br />
Wish me luck and drop by the new blog!<br />
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Adios!<br />
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I miss this blog. And its people. Perhaps it's time to close shop and finally face the fact that heydays are gone. </div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-81425429555672286502012-02-10T19:10:00.001+05:302012-02-10T19:39:00.144+05:30Rainbows in the Sky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-76296226200160518062012-02-07T20:35:00.000+05:302012-02-15T21:12:54.711+05:30When Harry Met Sally in 60seconds!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today's my birthday.<br />
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It pretty much blew.<br />
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Ok bye.</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-66923832158480453532011-12-19T13:49:00.000+05:302011-12-19T13:58:02.685+05:30The night is your friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When the curtains of death close upon you</div>
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And travel on.</div>
</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-3392432184958921872011-11-20T23:10:00.001+05:302011-11-22T23:57:11.542+05:30Rapture<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the miasma then engulfed</div>
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veiled her consummation</div>
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(Originally published on <a href="http://failedattemptsatbeingawriter.blogspot.com/2011/11/kichkinni-as-heard-at-sattal.html?showComment=1321810703203#c3792996083110523917">Mihir Vatsa's blog in response to Kichkinni.</a>)</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">“The destiny and history of nations -</div><div class="MsoNormal">Corroding, compromising</div><div class="MsoNormal">Raided, deranged, derailed;</div><div class="MsoNormal">The machines have churned out</div><div class="MsoNormal">Great two dimensional heroes.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The poet stands alone.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I do not write of the poet</div><div class="MsoNormal">Disillusioned, embittered, lost</div><div class="MsoNormal">I write of those who give me gold.”</div></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-41365274844831692002011-10-27T22:50:00.002+05:302011-10-27T23:03:06.127+05:30Three Blind Mice<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">To S, M and A</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not necessarily in that order</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">One of them</div><div class="MsoNormal">Resolved to live with it</div><div class="MsoNormal">Because the roads in ‘Lore</div><div class="MsoNormal">Are unlike the Capital’s.</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now he’d rather shut up,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Unless interrogated.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He knows not what he looks for</div><div class="MsoNormal">Knows not what to do</div><div class="MsoNormal">He does know this –</div><div class="MsoNormal">That he is not to be known.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The other, meanwhile,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Puffed in cancer</div><div class="MsoNormal">Breathing out fear</div><div class="MsoNormal">Of failing to meet up</div><div class="MsoNormal">His preset paradigm</div><div class="MsoNormal">With the kid dead</div><div class="MsoNormal">And mother unaware</div><div class="MsoNormal">What yarn could he spin,</div><div class="MsoNormal">So Consciousness would let him live</div><div class="MsoNormal">Both his and William’s</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The third, in the meantime,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Is living in his own sweet bubble </div><div class="MsoNormal">Speaking a language</div><div class="MsoNormal">He doesn’t understand.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The ghost of days gone by</div><div class="MsoNormal">Haunts him still;</div><div class="MsoNormal">So he just travels</div><div class="MsoNormal">From mountains to deserts</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lighting candles</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wherever he goes.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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I'm not going to launch into the long and complicated history this blog and I have shared, nor will I sit down and make a list of why I love it so. All that is self-explanatory. For the last year or so, the blog has been more or less dormant but I have been posting fairly regularly again and I intend on continuing this practice (yes, even if it means replying on excessively nonsensical tags to keep it going).<br />
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Four years ago, launching this blog was my first attempt at finding readers who were not my poor classmates bullied into reading and appreciating my (then, and possibly still, crappy) poetry. Now, four years later - and indeed it is so appropriate that this happens on the exact same day as ol' Kreation's birthday - my first ever published work is out.<br />
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Agreed, it is not entirely mine; the anthology Seven Deadly Sins includes short stories by a bunch of talented writers. This endeavour began as a contest by <a href="http://www.serenewoods.com/">Serene Woods Publication</a> judged by Mithun Mukherjee of<a href="http://mithunmukherjee.blogspot.com/"> De-Scribe</a> - author of Cold Feet and Revenge. The winning entries were compiled into a book and Seven Deadly Sins was born. the book will officially be launched by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gurcharan_Das">Guracharan Das</a> of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India_Unbound">India Unbound</a> fame.<br />
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You're all welcome to the launch!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Buy your copy of the book <a href="http://www.flipkart.com/books/9380112374?_l=D_k8wB9qSBgwTAMYbUNz_g--&_r=fqy8GOfprT0AvRe9vgpDJw--&ref=6dd15600-ab3a-4be5-aec3-b82144415e32&pid=it33f9szoc">here</a>!</span></div></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-78073773461892316352011-09-11T10:37:00.001+05:302011-09-11T10:38:27.517+05:30A Wednesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> - </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"> Ode to September 7</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">So, it shook -</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Heavens in the morning</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Earth at night.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Bloody possessions, torn limbs</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Spattered intestines and mangled bones</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Of the morn’s proletariats</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Metamorphosed brusquely</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">To flustered, frightened flocks of</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Nightwalkers</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">In this happening city.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Black-robed made way for the dead</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">The dead for the grieving</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">The grieving for </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">The nightgown-and-shorts-clad.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Victims one minute,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Revellers another.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">‘Mild’ and ‘slight’</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Were the adjectives used </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">By those</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">With their mugshot—likenesses</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Plastered over the screens.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Nothing to worry about, you see</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">11 dead, 74 injured</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">It was the exceptional one per cent.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Then again,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">4.2 on the Richter is nothing.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Go home.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Sleep well.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Mere twelve hours </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">And the city shook</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Twice.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Mere twelve hours.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Both times</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Death whisked past us</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">It chose, instead –</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Others, with more to lose perhaps</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">To maintain our sanity.</span></span></span></span></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-33936083419744291452011-09-10T21:42:00.002+05:302011-09-11T09:55:21.169+05:30Day 8 of GYABOYB<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">Day 8: A song to match your mood</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">What a perfect little treat this!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">If only the rest of the tag was as good. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">As it happens, today's a day for irritation. Mum had some altercation with Pop yesterday (usual crap, nothing serious) and she has been irritated since. Then, her tailor ruined a very expensive salwar-kameez and she was even more irritated. Now all this is perfectly normal and I can easily put up with it - her - without losing my cool even though she takes out her frustration on me. I have a Rhino's hide, ha!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">But no, things didn't stop at that. </span>Cherry on top, she was bitten by a centipede this morning and her frustration reached a new high even as her hand swelled to double its size and turned a nasty purple color. When at home, I cannot, umm, let's say, I cannot express myself in a certain way I prefer, and I've been at home for two days straight now. Tempers are building up, frustration is the word of the day, escapist tendencies are setting in. People have, mercifully, called it a day and retired to their respective rooms. Here I am, locked up in mine, listening to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">'Nuff said.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">MV, you are not allowed to comment on this.</span></span></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-54652324982552563772011-09-08T20:18:00.000+05:302011-09-08T20:18:27.220+05:30Day 6 oh GYABOYB or "I will kill the person who came up with this tag"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">No, seriously. Why the fish are there so many goddamn photographs!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is the most lame-ass tag I ever in the history of mankind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wait. I opted for it, didn't I?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">*awkward silence*</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, here goes - </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Day 6: A photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's a guinea pig. Yes, those are my hands. I am aware of my fat fingers, thank you. </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">But usual crap aside, this is the cutest little thing I've ever seen and I WANT ONE! This one belongs to my sexy girl-friend. They do eat and shit like crazy, but that's tolerable. I suppose? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Now to Day 5!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Day 5 - A photo of yourself two years ago.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This was easy. all I had to do was go through my facebook profile picture until I found one from two years ago. And here it is -</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">This was officially the best hairstyle I've ever had, in my entire life!<br />
Ah! Fond memories.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">That's it. I'm done for today. See you tomorrow, peeps. (Ha! Who am I kidding. Nobody visits the blog anymore.)</span></span></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-46070355087593683682011-09-05T22:53:00.002+05:302011-09-05T22:55:08.029+05:30Day 3 of GYABOYB<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Day 3: Your idea of the perfect first date.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Honestly? This is perhaps the most difficult thing on the list. Not so much because I went through a weird and bitter break-up earlier this year, but more so because I don't think I've been on a date. Ever. To tell you the truth, the very concept is beyond the scope of my understanding. Every time someone asks me about my idea of a perfect first date or about my favorite one, I have to request them to define 'date' for me... and as you may as well have guessed, the results have been rather disappointing. No, I still don't know what a 'date' would essentially constitute and I definitely don't have a 'favorite' or 'ideal' date.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But, if I had to, absolutely <i>had to</i> (in the 'my life depends on this' sort of a way) answer that question, I'd say my favorite 'date' would constitute pulling an all-nighter (you know, coffee, smokes, hot muffins, et al) right before an important paper presentation. Note: I say paper presentation, i.e. a seminar, because let's face it, exams involve cramming. Yes, even when you're doing a post-grad in English Literature. This is India, let's not kid ourselves... but I digress. Exams involve cramming and with <i>the</i> person sitting next to you, focusing on cramming an entire year's worth of crap is fighting an uphill battle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just FYI, Day 3! Three continuous posts in three days! *whistles*</div></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-74254274254698289782011-09-04T21:48:00.000+05:302011-09-04T21:48:02.512+05:30Day 2 of GYABOYB: Guilty as charged<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Day 2: A photo of something you ate today.<br />
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Erm, well, umm....<br />
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This morning I woke up with all intentions of clicking a photo of my scrumptious breakfast. Hot pakoras and tea. But by the time I actually sat down to eat, I was ravenous and all thoughts of the blog and photograph had conveniently made space for this one: "FOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD"<br />
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When I was done I remembered the photograph and promised myself to click one at lunch. Long story short, there <i>was</i> no lunch. Why? Didn't I say the breakfast was pakoras? :D<br />
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After some heavy reading (no kidding, that book must weigh atleast a good kg... perhaps more), a heavenly siesta and a trip to the tailor's, I was all excited for the dinner and committed to the task of getting a photograph for sure this time.<br />
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I forgot. :-|<br />
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When it is kadhi-chawal (<i>especially</i> when it is chawal... it being a rare luxury in your life (some allergy, don't ask)), you are entitled this slight dereliction of duty, no? Again, by the time I was done, it was the breakfast story all over again. There was a nagging blogpost but no food. But since I HAD to put a picture of something I had today, here's one:<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2tWfLeNrZ8i6ki5PBv_ipaH7EYD1P7AsQsRwiXe9IkEJBgHDNXf-H-KATKFOQwcvaREL1EO4hmP33CZ1a4ACH55-oEEmZr5Fiffcl5q8Fc_gLSZRUDQ2nLEZHj9uwooghTuYXM9BdO4/s1600/04092011186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2tWfLeNrZ8i6ki5PBv_ipaH7EYD1P7AsQsRwiXe9IkEJBgHDNXf-H-KATKFOQwcvaREL1EO4hmP33CZ1a4ACH55-oEEmZr5Fiffcl5q8Fc_gLSZRUDQ2nLEZHj9uwooghTuYXM9BdO4/s320/04092011186.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drinking even as I type. Cheers!</td></tr>
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</div></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-82272365083597317122011-09-03T21:25:00.000+05:302011-09-03T21:25:33.439+05:30Day 1: *Trumpets* (GYABOYB)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">And thus, we begin this <strike>ordeal</strike> brilliant tag which shall hence forth be referred to GYABOYB - Get Your Ass Back On Your Blog.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For Day One- A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Photograph? Alright. Makes sense. Here is one that I took a few days ago.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy27BTHUalsyGYCPslZnhSf8BVnNBcleLAMBjAzLa-tcGa1bWwaMl6V_9uq3qx8BpsZnVP0jA9Rt_yr-9PElSqjU2sWwa7ziZwmgqW8FTYdTbwMmAgCzy8Lz8qp1aozBn5Ij7D7-k_pSo/s1600/17072011989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy27BTHUalsyGYCPslZnhSf8BVnNBcleLAMBjAzLa-tcGa1bWwaMl6V_9uq3qx8BpsZnVP0jA9Rt_yr-9PElSqjU2sWwa7ziZwmgqW8FTYdTbwMmAgCzy8Lz8qp1aozBn5Ij7D7-k_pSo/s320/17072011989.jpg" width="234" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you're wondering why those glasses are so-friggin-huge (and you should!), it's because they are 3D glasses. I nicked them off when I went to watch, umm, some movie... my memory fails me.</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for how was my day... It was as uneventful a day as possible. Went to college, attended classes (the ones I like to attend, i.e.), spent a couple of hours hanging around the *sutta lane* (fag lane), ****** (can't tell, apologies), had a very lively discussion on Plato's <i>Republic, </i>returned home, slept and woke up after a weird dream.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I write, I have been asked to refer to MV, who is currently telling me about his weird dreams involving certain professors, overnight stays in toilets, and deer and jackal</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's it for tonight, folks!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S.: This is not half as fun as I thought it would be. *grunts*</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-39095360280488899692011-09-01T23:50:00.000+05:302011-09-01T23:50:06.357+05:30Because 'I am back' posts are redundant and so are 'tags'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">No use skirting </span>around<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> the issue, let's admit it, this blog has seen as little action as Anna Hazare's digestive tracts of late (note to self: all attempts at cracking jokes are hereby prohibited). I had been stumbling around in the dark when darling </span><a href="http://boredandthebeautiful.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: inherit;">Iggy</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> took up this </span><a href="http://boredandthebeautiful.blogspot.com/2011/09/30-days-of-me-reposting.html" style="font-family: inherit;">interesting challenging</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> and the light at the end of the tunnel practically blinded me (please excuse any typos). The idea is to be able to finish the challenge, regardless of whatever happens (badam bam bam</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">)...hopefully, I'd be ashamed to stop posting after being deathly regular for a month. *fingers crossed*. Procrastination, shoo!</span><br />
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The rules go like this:</span><br />
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<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212; font-family: inherit;">Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.<br />
Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.<br />
Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.<br />
Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.<br />
Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.<br />
Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.<br />
Day 7 – Your dream wedding.<br />
Day 8 – A song to match your mood.<br />
Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.<br />
Day 10 – A photo of your favourite place to eat.<br />
Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag.<br />
Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.<br />
Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?<br />
Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.<br />
Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.<br />
Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.<br />
Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.<br />
Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.<br />
Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.<br />
Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.<br />
Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.<br />
Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.<br />
Day 23 – 15 facts about you.<br />
Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.<br />
Day 25 – What’s in your purse?<br />
Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.<br />
Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how you changed since then?<br />
Day 28 – Your favorite movie.<br />
Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.<br />
Day 30 – A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days</span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212; font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212; font-family: inherit;">Oh, and I'll begin tomorrow, or day after. Certain photos that the tag expects me to put up might instead find their way over at <a href="http://creationschaos.blogspot.com./">Chaos</a>. Since Chaos is a private blog, this part should be self-explanatory. </span><br />
</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-31343407963939539922011-08-15T01:11:00.001+05:302011-08-15T01:11:29.796+05:30Blood is tastier<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Try it with chocolate. ;-)</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-68401495545701633002011-06-25T23:38:00.002+05:302011-06-25T23:38:54.967+05:30No Peachy, no.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Life is not peachy. Life is never peachy.<br />
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And when there's no hope, there really is no point living.<br />
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But when there's no hope, there's nothing left to die for either.</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-57347206024112964032011-06-07T10:56:00.000+05:302011-06-07T10:56:07.512+05:30Nostalgia.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Perhaps it was better not to have friends. To not have a few numbers you know you can call no matter the time of the day... Those were the times this blog saw any action.<br />
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Sigh.</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-65736106572740541162011-05-24T21:56:00.002+05:302011-05-24T21:56:38.662+05:30Think.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Quite strange it is<br />
For that which makes us<br />
top of the food chain<br />
one of its kind<br />
king of the world<br />
is also what takes<br />
from us the very ability<br />
to be what we can be<br />
should be<br />
could be.<br />
<br />
To think<br />
that thoughts are what make us<br />
and those thoughts then break us<br />
into tiny pieces of fragmented glass<br />
shedding blood of those we once loved<br />
<br />
even as they walk away<br />
leaving crimson footprints<br />
on our hearts.<br />
</div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102960176779703469.post-91763418264124228202011-05-23T00:30:00.001+05:302011-05-23T00:30:47.846+05:30Substitute<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>To</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>The man who will never admit I was one.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>:)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>*</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Heard your laughter</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">After a long time today</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I had</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Almost</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Forgotten the sound of it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The sound</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">That once used to</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Drive me crazy</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Still does, like it did today</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But alas,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">She brings out the best in you now</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And I’m reduced</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">To shadows</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Forced to watch</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Mute, helpless</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Even as you slip away</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Slowly…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I see you go</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And never turn back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps the pain</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Would be less</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Had it been just you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But she’s in the picture too</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And the pain I feel is a different kind of pain.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">(Written on October 31st, 2009, everything in this poem proved a prophecy of sorts and came true on January 29th, 2011.)</div></div>Kritihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15305818215431943104noreply@blogger.com4