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Is not squeezing the breath out of each other in a hug,
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Showing posts with label short. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short. Show all posts
February 14, 2017
November 30, 2014
July 26, 2013
Probabilities
A great *sunny* day in the bay area. I was taking the bus and kept my bag on a seat.
The *last* guy getting in the bus, at the *last* stop that was boarding people settles in an empty row next to me and feels the need to tell me:
- "Somebody might want to use that seat".
My reply:
- "You seem to have forgotten your umbrella."
He didn't get it.
The *last* guy getting in the bus, at the *last* stop that was boarding people settles in an empty row next to me and feels the need to tell me:
- "Somebody might want to use that seat".
My reply:
- "You seem to have forgotten your umbrella."
He didn't get it.
Software Engineering
Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.
Just because you don't need it, doesn't mean you shouldn't.
February 21, 2013
Pretentious Chaos
There is no particular order to the world. Except what my mind tries to make out of everything it senses. But even that doesn't last long. Expecting information in a particular arrangement, color, voice tonality, logical sequence... is much like being deaf.
March 31, 2012
March 12, 2011
Reality Check
In my dream of dreams
I've seen a glimpse of happiness.
And from my dream of dreams,
I've learnt that it is so easy to be sad.
I've seen a glimpse of happiness.
And from my dream of dreams,
I've learnt that it is so easy to be sad.
July 14, 2009
June 23, 2009
April 23, 2009
The Hermit
" - You have grown in the shadow of others and are found of it. But when lights go off and darkness takes you, when silence quiets you... you are always alone. The demons you face came all from within you."
January 25, 2009
November 17, 2006
I am... therefore I am not
I would go home, if I knew where home is.
I would live through my passion, if I knew what my passion is.
As I'm writing these lines, I wonder why am I asking for knowledge.
I would live through my passion, if I knew what my passion is.
As I'm writing these lines, I wonder why am I asking for knowledge.
June 18, 2004
January 13, 2003
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