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She woke up to the ringing of her alarm, which wouldn't shut off till she got up and switched off the air conditioner, after which she can't sleep cause it's too hot; and the air conditioner would not switch on for the next 15 minutes once switched off. All this was automated to make sure the user would actually wake up on time. So she got up, brewed some coffee and went to the bathroom. The brush was ready with the paste on it. Lazily she got ready. Her computer that switched on automatically along with the coffee machine beeped out "You've got mail". * A couple reminders for bills to be paid which she immediately transfered from her account. * A few advertisements that she sent to the trash. * A note from her secretary about the activities for the day. * A coupla dinner invitations. * A google doc that serves as a love letter. She read the google doc with care. It was from her boy friend, Zander she met on the internet. She had never met him in person. She o

Sometimes in life it is necessary to do the cliched too. Like for example, this, writing a post on Saarang. The press meet The inaug The Pot pourri The way we lost The Debate The way we ran The Monoacting The way I performed The painting The cartooning The Hindu The ET The 30things I better eat before I die The list I'd never really care for though The hairstyling workshop The one I never attended The star promotional The dramatics performance That filled the audi The village The mehndi The earrings I pained to be bought The same ones I lost The food The rangoli The scarf The Lucky Ali The Karthik The dancing in the gallery the head banging in the bowl The bindaas park The informals The lenova stall The CLT The ICSR The OAT The colours The fun The people The crowd The organising The flood The food The coupons The organising The colours The fun The people The crowd The Saarang The 2008 The 3rd yr The best Yes, the best Saarang ever. And I really feel that to enjoy Saarang you've

He shook his head unbelieving. Yes, I went dancing with our boss, so what? Why should it stifle him so much? We were sitting on the cement embankment outside the building under a tree. Had worked all night and it was 4 in the morning. We managed to get some food delivered. As we ate we were browsing through my laptop and he ran into the pictures of the boss and I at a salsa workshop. He kept shaking his head and I playfully punched him. To avoid the punch he ducked, grabbed at my hand and tugged it hard until we were closer than I expected. I kept looking at him, nervously. He held my gaze and smiled, and drew me closer. I panicked. He let go off me and what do I expect? He laughed his head off. He rolled on the floor. Laughing. He was laughing for the fact that I got scared, it seems. TO hell with him. This time he tried to get close again and then I laughed away first. I knew he didn't have the guts to pull it off. But then next time he tried I panicked again. But to hide my pani

So after the MOP incident . Prachi , Amrit and I grabbed some food and ran to the MUSEUM THEATRE, Egmore, Chennai to watch a play we were going to. I went without even knowing the name of the play. As it turned out, it was beautiful. they were two stories clubbed into a single play. And they way they clubbed and blended together. It was romantic comedy with a lot of deeper meaning to it. We laughed and smiled through out the play. The best part I liked was the coining of the words 'Moonshine' and 'Skytoffee'. It was just too cute. To know hwy you might want to watch it. It's being staged again on the 26th at 3.30 pm, after which don't forget to join in the proshows at Saarang 2008. taken from the perch site : 'Moonshine and Skytoffee’ is an amalgamation of two of Basheer ’s stories, ‘ The Love Letter ’ and ‘The Card-sharpers Daughter’. Both explore love in unlikely circumstances. ‘The Love Letter’ is about the love of Kesavan Nayar, a Hindu, for his landlo

I really wanted to accompany Vatsap to M O P Vaishnav College for Women today morn where he was invited to judge an event called "Illustrate a Limerick". But then I came to know yesterday that I have a CAT-like test to write. So I couldn't. But still. I called him up at 12.15 to say my test is over. he said take an auto and come to MOP, Caesar packs and Prachi has a debate after which we shall have grub and go watch a play . I agreed. I reach MOP. Amrit sends someone over to take me to them. As I enter I see a participant talking on stage, and the organisers talking to Amrit and Caesar. As I approach, I realise their judge backed out and so they want Amrit to judge this event as well. He is shocked and I start tripping. Then they move on to Caesar. But he has a valid point, he has to leave soon. And they are back on Amrit and I m still tripping. And then the tables turn and Amrit turns to me. They are too polite and I m like "What??!!". Caesar says just say

Yeah.. But do I need T.I.M.E ?? I am a CAT aspirant like many people of my age. I want to do an MBA. It does sound good. And I am planning to take CAT 2008. So I assume I need coaching. Hmmm... I know nothing about CAT except that there are sections for english, math and data analysis. Had seen some paper from a senior friend long long ago. So this is my exposure to the paper :) Today I write my first any kind of CAT similar test. And I think why god why ? It was not bad. But I was franatic for time. So was everyone. But still, I felt like I was chasign a running train tryint to catch it. Damn it. Let's see what T.I.M.E. can do to me now.

'I am man enough to be a child', he always said whenever he licked his bowl of ice cream clean. His cute was my gross and my cute his gross. Guys I tell you! And just like that ??!! I'm a big big girl In a big big world It's not a big big thing if you leave me But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much Miss you much... I can see the first leaf falling It's all yellow and nice It's so very cold outside Like the way I'm feeling inside I'm a big big girl In a big big world It's not a big big thing if you leave me But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much Miss you much... Outside it's now raining And tears are falling from my eyes Why did it have to happen Why did it all have to end I'm a big big girl In a big big world It's not a big big thing if you leave me But I do do feel that I do do will miss you much Miss you much...

The chocolate The fantasy The quite The smile The nonsense The grass The mud The shadowing branch of a weak plant The starry sky The street light The cement placard The craziness The music The song The night All questions without answers

Train to Bangalore actually... I didn't find time to search through books so I randomly picked up a book and ran to the station. And through my journey I read this book " Train to Pakistan" by Khushwant Singh . I had some amazing set of companions to travel with, so did not finish my book. I did drag along with it when everyone feel asleep. The story is built around a small village Mano Majra, whose inmates are basically Sikhs with Muslim settlers and a single Hindu family. The stage is set during the post Independence days and the Partition. The story opens with the murder of the Hindu family head. And slowly yet clearly it portrays how the neighbours suddenly differentiate each other. The normally peaceful village stays peaceful but in their hearts they quietly build a communal hatred. There is the generally attitude of the government too. They are the ones who know what is happening and also know it's out of their hands. they are the ones who try to live away from

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Speak In a different language That no one can speak nor hear Sing In a lighter tone that no one can play Music For a thoughtful reason That no one can rationalise Live In a wonderful world that you make for yourself Say That you wanna be the Way that you wanna be that Way that you can Say That it's the Way you wanna be Alone But not afraid Hurt but not broken Hard but still fragile Stoned but beautiful Dreams Feelings Abstract realism

The evening was misty. The table was set over looking a beautiful view. The beach and the road, the crowd and the energy. It was a perfect occasion. In a red satin blouse and a white A line skirt, the girl looked simple yet lovely. He was in jeans and a formal shirt and he wore her like a jewel on his arm, proud yet humble. And they walked along the shore-line. Then walked slowly, quitely, without a word, hand in hand. Suddenly she looked at him excitedly and dragged him into the water. He protested but then on second thought folded his jeans and ran after her. And they splashed along for sometime. It was so beautiful and so magical. When he drew her close and kissed her under the starry sky, the fireworks came to life. In the backgroud people were screaming a happy new year and the crashing of the waves was trying to muffle those screams. the water gentle waved at their feet. Perfection