THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Bee-line bouncer

So, how did you fare?

Honey, I made a B.

It's the Bees which do all the honey making, dear.
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And that's how under-appreciated i feel today.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Flatmate decides that the 4th of Jan. is a good day to spread "gyaan".
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Told him, he is God.
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Caveat: I'm an atheist to the tee.
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B!atch.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

So...

I was digging us a trench.
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You thought it to be a grave.
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I had to bury you.
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, indeed.
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(The) rest (is) in peace now.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

So, what do i do?
By profession, i happen to be a fly swatter ... err... bug killer ... err... debugger a.k.a algorithm engineer.
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So, what does my All-Mumbaikar team do?
Apart from transforming my algorithm to code - under the spell of spiritual and/or celestial influences - they infallibly introduce a 'gochi', do some 'locha', and cry 'jhol'.
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Now, I'm tempted to call this professional symbiosis but it's more like parasitism. It's quite bugging and debugging, for real.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

I didn't really want to put this up but then who's to deny the cold, hard truth, eh? Apparently, my job as a water buffalo is far from done. The last line is a clincher of sorts.




You're The Things They Carried!

by Tim O'Brien

Harsh and bitter, you tell it like it is. This usually comes in short,
dramatic spurts of spilling your guts in various ways. You carry a heavy load, and this
has weighed you down with all the horrors that humanity has to offer. Having seen and
done a great deal that you aren't proud of, you have no choice but to walk forward,
trudging slowly through ongoing mud. In the next life, you will come back as a water
buffalo.



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at the Blue Pyramid.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

If Jack Sh!t is Jack's Sh!t then Jack has to be a pretty big man.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

My levels of tolerance are on a steep decline. And by that measure, my patience is radioactive. A half life of the order of a couple of days seems about right.
GZ @ 1100 on 22/11/07 : Good morning, Prof..
TP @ 1100+ on 22/11/07 : Happy new year.
And oh, 'Prof.' is thumbs down the worst moniker to have.
Why, Devil, why?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Possibly for sure i'm probably unsure why i don't blog more often.