tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52400422012-02-17T06:46:55.473+05:30Acrid smelling dust...er...barbed wire tearing the flesh open...Chop!! Chop!! Misfired electrons churned out every nanosecond...that's an efficient me @ my arid best. <br> <br> <b>Special Sting Note:</b> All the words you see here belong to my mind. While it is encouraging to know I maybe an author worth copying, but I suggest just not yet. If you still insist, the least you can do is drop me a line with the quoted text at: shivranjini [at] gmail [dot] com.Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-47882411435024557642011-02-03T10:26:00.008+05:302011-02-03T11:24:56.091+05:30

Two real plain loves of my life. Each one better than the other.My first true experience of cooking a full meal was at 13. I started making tea when I was 8. I watched the tea froth and bubble with the little black grain and let it spill out. Just out of wonder and the aroma that filled the nostrils. I still don't have the dexterity in making a round rava dosa. Though I have graduated to a

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- the innumerous rides on the red front seat of your cycle and the soothing balm you'd apply when I caught my heel in the wheel, everytime i sat on the carrier behind.- the mango-shaped booklet we cut out from charts, shaded and sewed together for my Maths project. Nair ma'am gave me an A+ for the project.- the chocolates and trinkets you bought me, everytime we went out together to shop for

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I want to write about mountains, people, the lion's mane, about wiggling toes into soft beach sand, red tango shoes, airplanes, smiles, yellow flowers, about motor rallies, solo journeys, skydiving, frivolous indulgences, deep dark secrets from inside the belly, shooting stars, the world beyond and after. But, I am just a boring technical writer.

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Aboard Kashi Vishwanath Express’ AC compartment, the air smelt a mix of faint betel juices and the inherent Indian Railways grime and soot. The helper in the compartment was a native and spoke in a dialect that insisted all sentences start with, “Hum” or “Humein”. The sweet tea was laced in abundance with Rail Nir to render it unsippable.The train arrived at the destined platform at Varanasi (

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And then I thought wasn't it me who willingly embraced the situation, labors, elation and people that came along with it. Is it truly "one big happy package" or are we choosing to conveniently forget unhappy moments till they punch you in the eye? How often do we fight the walls within to label it, "my right to be happy"? Do we approach people with the "enhancement needed" board? Why then do we

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If you are a touring non-native or an ambitious Indian with a decent pay, chances are you would seldom take the rail route to travel between cities. More so with cheap airlines vying to get your footprints on board their "shoe-string" jets.Yours truly aint a common face on the rail routes either but she likes to witness the changing face of Indian Railways every once in a while. And believe her

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Today is 26th January 2009, the 59th republic day of India.You didn't wake me up at 8:00 in the morning and remind me a zillion times that I'd miss the parade. But I woke a good hour and half later and I didn't miss it today Pa. But you were missed.The parade started in all its gradeur, valor and glitz. They began with the usual listing of all the presidents from since independence and you

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I grew and fed my apprehensions with red wine and flushed the stench down with mouth fresheners.When we flew down into Amsterdam I had my first realization of being in a place unlike anything in my country. Things were bigger, better, faster and more organized. People went about with destinations stuck to their forehead. I wandered apprehensive and spotted a ground staff. I walked to her,

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Reproduced here is a mini-collection from a huge pile of my writings - still to be published or never published for various reasons.Why am I doing this? Failure gets to me on gloomy days and I need audience for the sprouts from my peapod mind. Leave me a note - like it or hate it. Atleast I'd be read. *wink*---------------------------------------------------------------------------------(1)

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Chugged to meet, greet and watch flying machines whiz so low, your mane tugs to be air borne, the skin twitches to acknowledge the roaring giants and the skeleton wills to levitate.After a crazy string of party hopping the previous night, woke to raucous calls of jet black crows that could easily kill for pleasure. If I could fly, I’d have swooped down to yank the vocal fold out of each one of ‘

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That first cup of quarter decade tea started to feel a little bitter and slimy on the tongue. Drinking tea at 4:00 a.m. is a tricky business…dark enough to train your mind to brush at nocturnal hours and compelling enough to sip a cuppa to stay awake and get a glimpse of the grand dawn in Himalayan foothills.After a lot of H2O flushing, the taste buds began to feel at home with that thin film of

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Home wears a war-torn look this moment. Scattered notepads, bathroom slippers, rolled newspapers, strips of medicine, mail envelopes, bedsheet et al.Fresh out of a duel with a grasshopper. Illegal encroachment into my space was a bad proposal to make and s/he paid adequate for it to muse return. Blunder 1: I was going about my business of scrubbing my teeth clean and s/he hopped and clung to my

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Moments between the Yes and No, the indecisive good and bad, the silken thread between demise and spirit. Snap and you fall, fling and you dangle, fondle and you be obsessed.Birthday calls, sweet tea and muffin mornings, cartoon network breakfasts, chutney sandwiches, popcorn and cola noons, Barista lunches, breaks between ad marathons, pencil shavings, windscreen wipers, beads of sweat in panic,

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A new bond, fresh feelings, birth of a common life, a motley crew to know and mingle with, mixed bag doubts and expectations, early morning and late night yearnings, day-dreaming at work, popcorn and movie dates, rafting trips, chocolate and fresh flower cravings, endless chat sessions later...they are engaged.My best buddy will marry this cool dude- OJ and it's going to be a spring wedding. OJ

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Anger: Personal loss...more mine than yours.Black: independence. (Credits to thunderstorm)Consent: incentive to persist. Dance: See DreamsDreams: My intuitive life. Usually a unidimensional apparatus I enter and exit by my own free will. A multidimensional apparatus; builds on mutual or collective consent and faith.Ebb: unpredicted but temporary. I remember my failures more than my successes.

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Seven things I plan to do before I die>> Own a hummer, drive around on the Himalayan trail, sleep under the starlit wilderness, rise to Ra’s wake up call and splash into the Ganges.>> Author a bestseller>> Be a mom>> Sky dive>> Climb the Everest…ok, at least the base camp.>> Pet a lion and a chimpanzee>> Backpack the length and breadth of New ZealandSeven Things I can do>> Dream a life and live

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Cricket strums the G,C, D chords of the Murthys. Oops sowwie ma, toss in the A and make it G, C, A,D chords please. Irrespective of the callus it leaves on finger tips (from excessive strumming), the household comes alive like a gig pad on most occasions. There are some concerts that sound like Slash on the rocks, some like Sivamani and his inseparable percussion, on days we have a bimbette

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1140078075367892152006-02-16T13:45:00.000+05:302006-02-17T11:22:18.980+05:30

Run as she may, uphill, tumble down, splashes and oceans later there's just as much more to take on. Smoky clouds and amber liquid is bad refuge. There are dots you wish you never met and some you are glad didn't join to be a dash, a handful you know are just there...spangled on the vast expanses. The dark storm is gathering close and the monster arms draw closer..."can we dance in the rain?"[

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Your Birthdate: July 27You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything.You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life.Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal.You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return.Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyoneYour weakness: Needing

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Why do you suspect I didnt complain or wince? It's all happening at the rate of batting eyelids. There is no running against the wind, no silent hours of deadly-calm behind closed doors, no clawing into my flesh, no clenched fist and gritting teeth. The only faint reminders are a tolerable headache and perpetual discomfort in the tummy that do not demand an analgesic. Just today somebody preached

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Pritpaw tagged me. So, here it goes...random five about me.1. I am a sunshine person. Gloomy days see the worst of me.2. I am all for spotless and dry washrooms and loo. People in the known boundaries know what I mean.3. Walking and running are favorite pastime. I've incurred the wrath of many friends for the former.4. Danceable tunes are always welcome. If for reasons I can't shake a leg, my

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"it is tough deciding between poison and slashing one's wrists. His beloved lay with a gunshot wound to the head, it looked like a "bindi" that wasn't. She wouldn't wear a jooda, celebrating her marriage. His beloved was dead, in his arms and he was about to follow her...if only the choice was easy..."He: That's exactly 55 words! and based on a real incident...She: Who is this? Did you stop him?

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Extracts from my diary entry dated 16th Sep, 2005:...Captive plants in pots of concrete wear an unusual green today. The pink and white of the bougainvillea dance to the tune of pitter-patter from two days. The brick-red of the surrounding residential blocks all bathed in a dark and light contrast. Pigeon and Inc. staying in pocket holes of the opposite block all huddle on one another; a couple

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The word-limit (in)effectively pursued from count NOW:The wind dribbles the faint scent from the overlooking ridge into livid pores of concrete. A flaming red caffeine-stained mug rests on the parapet as she drags a checkered bean bag into the sparsely furnished confines of her living room. Ra dons a deep saffron as the glass door obeys her gentle yet firm thrust. A rewarding day at work...

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The recent fortnight had me witness incidents more than I could count with the supplied fingers...that I mostly wear shoes to work makes it pleonastic to state that the toes were little help in my abacus-fits.What incidents, you may ask. I am enroute to that but I must pop a question before I proceed. NO!! it is not a marriage proposal and I aint asking you to loan out money either. Who/what is a

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1109851337780193002005-03-03T22:01:00.000+05:302005-03-04T10:28:09.023+05:30

*grins* And you thought I'll die like a slimy worm eh?! You are wrong! Very wrong! Your bile jabs at you...gnawing at the ducts. Me?! I enjoy oxygen doses as ever. Sparing a couple of 'em that I purposely skipped. Incidently, it has worked wonders for my bowels. *BAH* and you thought I'll plead you for joggers (to run away), an antacid (to gulp it down), needle prick (to drive away the monsters

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1109688984149170782005-03-01T21:29:00.000+05:302005-06-30T13:12:25.803+05:30

So, addiction does manage to get the better out of me today. Nicotine is a howling way to 'consciously' lose control...unlike booze that is. Remember!! nobody says 'Smoking not allowed at all'. You'll always find this smoker's paradise, anywhere...I mean, anywhere!!For once, all that I preach just scoots away and rises in the air forming O-rings.I am a wreck and the populace demands to know why..

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A hurricane for a life, with inherently snag-ridden preferences. It just crept in and snuggled close like a pup, all curled-up against you to feel your breath on him/her (depending on which one you find *wink*) and then you reel in a stand-still zone that warns - There is no tomorrow. You confront and ask, "Is that all to it??", "Should I take it on or do I hop past it?", "Why does sleep evade,

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umm...not really back but just popped to say that I am around somewhere on the blogging map. Not dead! Live enough to have a whale-of-a-life, but busy troubleshooting a malfunctioning system.Long break, did you say?! Well, not really...got some half-a-dozen blog-scraps in my notepad. But I don't think I am gonna put them up any more...yup! that means you don't get to read it either. Remember!

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1099310344185589472004-10-13T20:22:00.000+05:302005-01-07T17:10:05.883+05:30

Note: This happened to me in Oct 2004 and I wanted to put it up for as long as the blog-let dates back to. The real publishing happened in January 2005. Not that I am accountable to someone like they tell you when you don't do your homework etc but just wanted to... I made a trip to Chennai...when Marina Beach was simply a beach and people and celebs (yes!! they are different) were spotted

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So, what do you need from me?!? What do you see that feasts your expectations?! I have not wisdom tooth that you hope to find solutions (Nope. Not even a hint) to your ragbag. I have not a thing that you 'assume' meets your eye...not somebody who will get you out of your $^!%. I am selfish...you hear me?! I am too smitten with the anima to contemplate shrugging it off and listen to what you

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1095940041719263622004-09-23T17:13:00.000+05:302005-06-30T12:41:17.493+05:30

Heh. That's a deliberate expression okay! So, National Law School holds its 12th Annual Convocation on the 29th of August (roughly a month back, to sound it easy) and guess what's the event highlight?! Your friendly household bug/football-er/shrink/nag/babe strikes a 'world-peace' pose right up the ambo, and why you ask?!Andy Warhol's "15-minutes of fame" not withstanding, the guttural tones from

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Deal...I'll go as plain as it can get today. First off, my fingers and toes are inefficient tools to count my blessings and/or wishes from yesterday. I mean WHOA! I can't even claim to be jilted out of a dream. I saw, felt, shook hands, hugs (umm...got that from Chotu). You gotta be somebody to get all that attention. Now, that's not the 'bigshot' somebody who gets mobbed by freakin fans, but

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Another document scrap from my diary   Background: I did this some few years back. It is not complete but try as i may, i fail to switch to that mode. I see it, I feel it  mousing under the epidermis lurking in the vortex of nemesis choking the gut till all else falleth    Gulp! this is disillusion akin to laceration retribution, palpitation, salvation yea...this is disillusion ..

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Now, I know what bothers me so bad these few days. That buzzing in the back of my head, the kind you hear from the drill machine, it nearly killed me when I woke up today. ‘Non-achievement’. The feeling of being ‘useless’. When people churn out whip-a-crack out of ur ‘no work’ status. Constant transmutation: That barren land I see from my balcony has lush grass now but not a sprig of green

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1087380789896230102004-06-16T15:37:00.000+05:302004-06-16T15:46:36.316+05:30

... PS: read between the lines (if you can)

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First off, apologies for the sub-standard stuff mete out here. This topic had just begun to be a fish-bone in the throat. No more. I'll rush you through the rest of the story... Scene 2: Judas Iscariot's betrayal and the Roman soldiers' capture of Jesus (to be brought to the walled city). "I am He" voices Jesus. Notice the immeasurable confidence voiced in the "I am He" utterance. You wouldn't

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...s/he's a star in the sky (genetic engineering) Seldom did I realize that this reel-life hangover will last well over a week now. Presenting! a maudlin me, oven fresh in as much trance as I was when I stepped out of the movie hall. After much preparation and last minute rollbacks, I and a friend were hastily ushered (we were delayed by some 10 mins) into the bright red bucket seats of Europa

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1084519847358443972004-05-14T12:54:00.000+05:302004-05-14T16:12:38.036+05:30

Took this weird test and lo behold, it reveals way too much about me: Disorder | Rating Paranoid: High Schizoid: High Schizotypal: High Antisocial: Low Borderline: Moderate Histrionic: Moderate Narcissistic: High Avoidant: High Dependent: Low Obsessive-Compulsive: High In case you want to indulge in some weird eccentricities this is the destination. And that you insist: [reciting] I am a

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A jhel forward (bears NO reference to those gazillion 'johnny' spamaplooza) came with this tag line: “A billion words never spoken, a million thoughts up your head, a thousand feelings in your heart, a hundred things you never said.....so much ...just open up !!!” Me says, What after that? Whereto from here? Wonder, if it serves any purpose, except perhaps save up some memory space. *smirk*

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Fast forward to the physical self and *blink*…realization dawns; life is smitten with lust. Zoom in and you’d be witness to the desire to excel, craving for attention, biting into that generous helping of black forest, want to fine-tune body contours, love and possession. Take a look from above, bird’s-eye view – blurring boundaries, diminishing faults, ‘barely-there’ contours…a heterogeneous

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Went to a rafting camp in Rishikesh and a couple of days past my return, i continue to remain spell-bound by the untouched beauty of its wilds (much like my temperament). Now, I am not talking about the temple town that most Hindus frequent or that which is better known among the hollywood lot for its "harey rayma harey krissna" chants and yoga ashrams. The place in discussion is that of the

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1080744444348801792004-03-31T20:17:00.000+05:302004-04-15T11:40:52.466+05:30

--> Woke up with a start (as usual) and banged my head against the mostly shut door of my room...wonder what makes me imagine it as leaving past heaven's door. --> Checked if i still had that irritating pimple on my nose...Yippie! it is such a gem o' an everlasting friend. --> Flashed my sparkling whites (post-brushing)...*sigh* why can't they change colors to some exquisite fuchsia or something

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I call it an open forum now. An invitation to all those geeks out there... Task: Convert Word doc to PDF format Related Applications: Office XP and Acrobat Writer 4.0 More Info: This word doc has a pre-loaded template -.dot file(you may know it as a CSS) and is about 65 pages long. The footer in the doc has a field code in place that picks up the relevant text from the title of the doc. The

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Current State: Hell! I haven't moved a pin from around my workstation n i'll stay back late. Current mood: CONFUSED (read 'Reflective') My prof. from the law school called. And crazy me...I do not EVER get enough of what i try to do to myself. He got me set to leave all else and plunge into what i STILL believe I am good at --Conflict Resolution. He made it sound so good: "A paper or two,

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1076924897875067832004-02-16T13:49:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:19:36.000+05:30

Yawn!! Nice to see myself back from a slumber. I know you welcome that too...unless u inherited half-a-dozen dog bones and a toothless comb from you granny or feel like a sick boar protesting for civil rights. Now, as ever, I don't know what that remark means but I am sure you are smarter than me. That I am wide awake, let me contemplate telling you about Murli (or Muralidharan for the

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1062775744228562432003-09-05T20:59:00.000+05:302003-09-05T21:03:14.683+05:30

A painful marathon has finally ended...FINIS, khallas or whatever nicety you may want to call it with. And that I led myself into such advances is witness enough to believe that my brains are rotting. I say, Jane Austen sucks ... umm, actually her books suck and make it BIG-time. A quick insight at it: The protagonist is a lady that could have easily given a run to all dear aunty ji's finding

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1062053479350372942003-08-28T12:21:00.000+05:302003-08-28T16:18:03.886+05:30

*announcing* One large hamburger with extra-cheese. Attempting dissection: >>The bread can be compared to those who breathed life into you. Any offer to protect you are met with firm retort and and you are bizzy using that extra-cheese to slither out. >>The veggies may be compared to the GOOD (relative) you know of...yanked out and tossed into the trashbin. >>The ham and the extra-cheese

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1061825576742352942003-08-25T21:02:00.000+05:302003-08-26T20:04:24.603+05:30

Another blast and a hundred more killed...It aches to believe that it is happening around us n to people whom we talk to. It aches to believe that those dead are no different from those who caused them to exit unceremoniously. Who takes the responsibility?? What causes one individual to deprive another of his life and/or peace? On peace n harmony, I'd opine that the latter is a mere

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1060530633718439412003-08-10T21:20:00.000+05:302003-08-10T21:36:09.023+05:30

Something that rightfully belongs to ME is no more so. When I say MY friend or brother or sister and so on, they may indeed go on to occupy that invisible but existent seat in the sub-conscious that facilitates recognition on every meeting. While the truth remains, that they are all individual units of life, even the so-called soul-mate and other host of related strong-chords. A piece of ME

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1059407014565949162003-07-28T21:13:00.000+05:302003-08-28T16:25:36.876+05:30

Helluva learning session @ my new office; brush up my accidental ***-cheek resting on HTML n do-it-yourself exercises of XML, Robohelp and HTML-Tidy. I contemplate I am forced to shed my gawk n reveal the GEEK *GRINS*. Hey!! y'day was my official entry into Planet earth...umm if u insist, 22 years back. and here's my reflection on the course of events that's capsuled in my personal history now

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1058459321083286002003-07-17T21:58:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:20:04.140+05:30

bloggers are persuading politicians in the House of Commons to keep weblogs. India!! Any takers??? Those in favor of knowing more about struggles to STAND tall and cow-shed ordeals may say I. For DIGITAL effect-imagine being surrounded by goons with kalashnikovs forced up their ass n beer breath...Burp!. For the uninformed, that is the abbreviation for Indian Parliament (Wink! Wink!). Buzz! Buzz

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1058459084049498832003-07-17T21:54:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:20:31.530+05:30

What is the distance between life and death? I say, a nano-string called relationship. It keeps the body clock ticking till a fine dawn to face isolation…colossal solitude. Paradoxically, humanity is made to see only the sentient murk. It is like seeking nirvana in a discotheque…when all you need to do is peep within. It is like dieting on the face of a hamburger shoved up your face. Sometimes

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1057906224442961282003-07-11T12:20:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:21:04.186+05:30

Bamboozled that I am…humanity insist disjoining those that are united and an amalgam of those that r poles apart.

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-1057723918227950302003-07-09T09:41:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:21:31.826+05:30

It feels like landing a job in moon… You’d b elated if that’s wat you wanted to do all yer life; smitten with excitement if u wanted to feel moon n bored beyond recognition if your muse is earth. Now, no doubt I’d be happier sitting in Liberia solving ethnic conflicts than sitting in frigid morgues racking my brains over how 1 precedes 0. But the same interest should earn me at least some

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-958904122003-06-21T17:27:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:18:05.403+05:30

MAKTUB... coffee gives a bettah 'high' than all else.

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-958187192003-06-19T11:46:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:19:09.466+05:30

The most awakening days (PUN Intended) of my life are about to end....n in fact they were the most demanding days too. As always, I crave for more. It feels like swiss chocolate with the lingering taste left in ur mouth demanding for MORE. It smells of a caffeine hangover that disallows u frm thinking diferent. It was all freedom with no questioning and no doubt i enjoyed the responsibilities

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-950441112003-05-29T23:49:00.000+05:302003-08-26T20:06:21.900+05:30

Its all in the mind says WISEMAN Psst...if only Ramu knew it bettah. GO ON free your mind

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-950433702003-05-29T23:29:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:23:12.733+05:30

need liberal doses of peace (heh..how about PIECE)up my mind. this confinement n daily ranting is killin me. i feel sick n wanna throw up....Unanswered Qs unanswerable Qs n some more Qs. wat do i do with a crippled core n a moody crust.I wanna burn all the stray energy but HOW??? I aint scared of Death...not one bit but non-achievement scares the soul outta me. n DREAMS!! wat do i do of 'em?

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-947767162003-05-23T13:28:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:22:21.750+05:30

See it any which way but the fact REMAINS...I am mighty well confused. and scared...Fear of the SELF. Strange yet true...how come i wouldn't believe in what is served in the platter...may be i expected a bit too much..no wonder it left a bad taste in the mouth. Frantically searching for an Antacid.

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-944908542003-05-17T13:26:00.000+05:302003-05-17T13:29:17.000+05:30

outta job?!? chk THIS out. heh.. now, get bck to wrk b4 i get caught for distributing hate mails ;-)

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-940332492003-05-09T10:04:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:23:38.560+05:30

Sample this: "I can’t close my eyes and drift off into the oblivion of sleep. I’m poised waiting for something to happen and it never happens. I can’t seem to let go of the day." and this: "SEE??? Now you see what I mean? I am losing it!! *pulling my hair out* AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!! I think I should give up. For now." I think I CAN help....I CAN help; may be help WAIT... "Good things happen to

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-935794652003-05-01T11:18:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:24:46.153+05:30

Its over!! It is finally done and i am out of it all b4 i cud do ne more of bending MY rules. "Terminating your contract is the only way you can get your two months leave," she said, and i was more than elated to grab at the opportunity. Makes me wonder....should you be taking enuf pains to be a SETTLER.... Is it worth giving up your dreams?? What ticks people's thot...their "RESIGNATION to

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-934449432003-04-29T09:48:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:27:32.890+05:30

Had a GOOD NIGHT sleep....so deep that I had to check If I was slipping into morbid reality. Had a sense of calm prevailing over and yet a nagging doubt...am I flowing too far with the churn out of events?!?! Who am I to dictate terms to people? Why should they even listen to my cribbing? Am I influencing people's decision? Am I taking on responsibility more than I can shoulder??? What's my stand

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-933845962003-04-28T12:10:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:25:30.466+05:30

If life be a race-track, I yearn to be a Ninja Turtle on the run...

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-919603292003-04-04T10:02:00.000+05:302004-04-19T12:25:05.966+05:30

Sample this: "What good is it to buy a $2 million missile to aim at a $10 tent and hit a camel on its butt"--George W Bush Now, wadya expect Georgie....Saddie Usayin to use his skull cap and ricochet the missile back!! DUH?!?!

Shivranjini Krishnamurthynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240042.post-919066142003-04-03T16:31:00.000+05:302003-08-28T16:07:41.810+05:30

I hear...chemical weapons are widely veto-ed. shh...they havent found this blog; have they??

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