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Name: Tapas
Country: India
Metro: Mumbai
Birthday: 9/13/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: music, sports, books, keyboard, Coffee...blah.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering


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Member Since: 1/1/2005

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Monday, November 09, 2009

Time Capsule

Its been 4 years and nothing has changed!

Happy anniversary my lou.

*he took a bow, took her hand in his, they danced, it was the best dance they had ever had. - careless whisper?

Currently
Steal This Album
By System of a Down
Roulette
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

My notes

I always have a notepad on my desktop. Its titled T.txt, it contains all the random stuff i feel like keeping. This i decide to post today, right after a conversation i had with a colleague. The contents are as follows.

 

if critical +EDP
str 7x-8x
agi 7x-8x
vit 4x-5x
dex 1x-2x
luk 5x-7x

balni 9867214519

9322407692 neeyaz

500+62+67 = 629 + 62 = 691

527

Limericks:

Roses are red
Voilets are blue
I am bored
and so are you
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Wait, wait for an address we shall
While the clock ticks and the autumn leaves fall
one after another we feed them in
for a dream lost, a journey we begin.

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Little cows walking on roads
followed by ugly little toads
thats what they do when they are utterly bored
like brother and brother making a horde

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Now we enter Dr. Varkey
thin tall and kinda larkey
in the OT he is skilled
on the table, he has, very few killed.
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Black crows, blowing wind away,
fighting the sun, dying a little everyday.
Each day a war, each moment a battle,
a strugle so dangerous, our world it'll rattle.
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at the table the two of us sat
talking about a big fat cat
laughing and giggling like little children
waiting to go home to eat a hen.
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i was sitting at home, with the book i took
wondering what was for dinner, my wife did cook
should i not peek or should i look
to spoil a suprise by crook or by hook.


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Garud Maache - 20th NOV - 23rd Nov --> 20 Lakhs
Euro PCR - Enq + booking.
Call Rafael (check consignment + status update Chile and others..)

Marco zarelli - > Free sale Appoostile.

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<<<<<< -----  what dumb fucks no? Completely. I like talking on notepad, its far more elegant than talking.

 

 

 

 

Also, I like the title and the song.

Currently
Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace
By Foo Fighters
The Pretender
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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Hudibrastic

I like that word. I like the idea behind that word. The only thing i do not like about it, its been named after someone. I don't like that. Most people aren't worth being named after. The few that are, go through life unnoticed.

Somethings Never Change:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
This isn't a poem
I fooled you.

and many many more.   An alternate with the same title.


Having a job has given me so much lesser time for myself. It was nice to come across the word. Hudibrastic. Its made me remember. I shall one day go back and reproduce all of them. Over 200 rhymes duly written for nothing is specific apart from the common objective of having fun. Maybe even those rare few which run into pages, about people. Though its very unlikely i'll put them up. Its not a talent, merely a tool. The true talent is the ability to have fun at any give point in time.

That is my gift, my power, me.


Thursday, October 01, 2009

The Gloom Under His Eyes

He stood there, hat on, a single cigar in his had. The worn out brown overcoat gave away his cover as a cop. He wasn't on duty. It was raining that day, heavily. He stood in the balcony. The water splashing off the floor and into his mud lined boots. The city was below him, he looked at it. The muck, he called it. Little blotches of dirt filled the place. From the Balcony almost all of it was visible.

He stood there watching that night, He waited patiently, the rain continued to pour. He would see it, he knew it. Then in the distance, he saw the light, a sudden appearance of green, a single dot, expanding, rapidly into a line and in a fraction of a second it collapsed on itself becoming invisible again. His cigar hung in his mouth for a while, he had forgotten to smoke. He smiled. The green nova still existed he thought. 50 years after the downfall, the nova survived. Nothing stopped it. The planet had changed, but a simple phenomenon of light survived.

It was the indication he needed. The indication that hope still existed. Hope in the darkest places, beyond all sense and he knew for while a want remained hope would prevail and while hope prevailed, things would get better.

 

"Our lives, our morals, our sanity, our world; Hangs by a little string called hope" - T.C

Currently
Juice Newton - Greatest Hits (And More) [Liberty/Capitol]
By Juice Newton
Angel of the morning
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Sunday, September 13, 2009

and yet another

5 Beers
4 Tequillas
2 Flaming shooters
rum
whisky

hmmm, Happy birthday to me.
And this : Nobia

Best gift this year ^^



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