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Okay guys, here's a little something that i wrote today being jobless and all........its just a small attempt at reviving the blog: TORN I'm sitting here NOT studying 'cos I left my bag in the car.

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Robertson walked in. "uh-oh" muttered Kevin. He gave her a look that said 'here comes trouble'. To his surprise, she had a weird expression on her face that he could not clearly see cos of the dim light. She nearly screamed. Robertson walked towards her, a weird smile on his face and he kissed her. Kevin was shocked. "Oh my gosh Robbie! I havent seen you since then.........since the schism." "

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A man, a cat and a doggot stuck in a treacherous piece of bog.There, they found a logon top of which the cat began to jogThe man began to fretwhile the dog began to sweat.the cat did not fearuntil the log cried "Oh dear!"This DID NOT help the manand the dog desperately needed to use the can.the cat thought this was weirdand tugged at the man's beardthe man jumped out of his stateand that was the

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Ok guys....the..erm specialist is on his/her way to finish the last story but until then i thot i should TRY posting this.... Death by chocolateThere wasn't a sound that could be heard,Not a car nor a plane not even a bird.The only soul that was awake.was greedily munching chcolate cake Who knows his story? who even cares?Nobody

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So Harrison was dead, good riddance in a way. He had never met such a bumbling psychopath before. The two pesky kids were locked in the room. He had to admit that his dialogue about the painless and painful death had been brilliant. He allowed himself a dry smile. He had an hour to check in at the clinic. He didn't want the new receptionist to suspect something. He didn't need another body to

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"Are you okay?" he asked. "Do i look okay?" she asked through gritted teeth. "Just drive, wait turn left here." she said as she shot another bullet t the cars chasing them. "I know this is the wrong time, but are you scared of anything?" said Kevin. "You were right this isnt the time. Now turn right here and look for a sign saying "budgies for sale" " she said. "What the heck are budgies?"

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"Ouch!" She looked out through the window, ducking and weaving to stay an elusive target to the marksman. "Oh yikes! It's the teacher this time. No easy way out of this one. Sadly." Kevin silently stepped on the gas. Ever since he'd met Jen, during the orientation for the Love and Literature in Roman Times grad school program, at the Aberdeen University, he'd know that there was something

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"Untie me this second man, and then go and check if anyones outside. I have lots to tell you and if any one hears you and me are both history. Get it?" she said. "Wait! is this a trick? No? You sure? FINE! FINE" said the scorpion. He untied her (him) and walked towards the door, opened it and peeped outside....no one.......something made him wake up. "Oh my..." before he could finish he realised

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She looked up at him blankly. A trickle of blood dripped down her chin. Her lip was split. She started laughing. Hysterically. "I'm not a woman, you idiot! What did they do to you? Its the Teacher's handiwork I suppose. Don't you remember anything?" she ended on a genuinely enquiring note. Harrison stopped. It was true he couldn't remember much after waking up in a cellar a week back. The Teacher

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"Yes? Do you have an appointment?" said the receptionist. So this has what this place has become he thought. Well........it WAS a fact that all 'teachers' follow proffesions like a dentist or a doctor. "uh...sir?" "yeah...........uh im an old friend of tea.. i mean Dr. Kurtx. Could you tell him a Harrison is here to see him?" Lame names he knew but he couldnt possibly tell her the scorpion was

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"Did you really think this was going to help? You're such a pathetic loser! A room full of low-lifes to catch one girl??!!", she almost giggled. He was furious. How could she look so cool. Did she not understand that she was surrounded by three men who were all bigger than her with another one pointing a gun at her kidneys? "Just don't make any hasty moves, and everything will be fine", he

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"What exactly do you think you are doing? Get back in there......" she said. He was nearly lost in that jacket. She turned to leave but then she felt something poke her from behind. A gun. She should have known. It was kind of weird that he even lasted this long under her. "Move......into the building.....NOW!"he said in a gruff voice. "Listen....what exactly do you think you are doing??? You

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She stepped up to the counter. The badge on his shirt said Alex. More information that she didn't need but that was thrust on her. "Can I help you?", he grinned like a big, cheery ape. "Yes, a Marble Mocha to go, please", she tried to hide her impatience. If only she could just say what she was thinking, which would have been, "Watcha gotta smile about, you grinning lout, working as you are as a

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OK guys, check it out. A flash in the pan, maybe but I didn't want to litter this one with my unadulteratedly rubbishy posts, so I unveil for your pleasure, ta-da *drumrolls* The Other One The baby was born today and brought kicking and screaming into the world, so be nice to it even if it looks pink faced, wrinkly and suspiciously of darwinian origin.

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The Big P looked up from his Mac laptop. "Yes, Priyanka, what is it?" he asked her. "I did it, sir", she sounded a little worried, "I let them find the bracelet. But I just realised we made a er...mistake." The Big P frowned, "What mishtake-dishtake? Didn't I tell you I'd let you finish your PhD this year if you did this properly? What did you do wrong this time?" Priyanka sighed, it really

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They were leaning over the skeleton. "shhhh! those labourers will hear us" said Priyanka. "well...if you weren't stepping on my feet......." was Gaurav. "ME! I'm far away from you! Now dont start all this mutter-""GUYS!!! look here........theres a bracelet on this skeleton......" Arundati was brushing away all the mud. "So that was what was shining in the morning .....if you hadn't yelled...."

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"And that's it? We let laborers dig up archeological sites? And then we steal the artefacts back from them? Is he crazy? Are all of you crazy?" Gaurav was apparently not happy. But then thought Priyanka neither was she, though Arun seemed perfectly fine with it. Which was just like her. "C'mon you guys. You KNOW this is wrong. I say we do something about it", he thundered. Oh no, another one of

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As Arun approached the Big P she saw him talking to a man who reminded of a lizard. She saw him slither away, when Big P in his patronizing fashion waved a dismissing hand at the lizard man. She walked up to the Professor, it took more than construction workers on sight to perturb Arun, and yet the strangest things would fluster, like a joke she couldn’t hear. "Siiiir" she drawled, " there are

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"Arun! What? What are you yelling for? What the f-" Gaurav stared at the scene in front of his eyes. Construction workers were bustling around carting bricks and cement around. "OMG" whispered Arun, "The Big P! Someone has to tell him". "Lets not jump to conclusions just yet, Arun, hold your horses. Let's talk to them first". Gaurav walked up to the nearest worker. "Boss, what's going on here?",

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Lunch went off fairly well with the Big P not around. Priyanka guessed he was on one of his 'im not eating till there's order around here' moods which had been happening a lot since the time Gaurav joined. Honestly that boy was going to get into SERIOUS trouble one of these days. "Wanna get sarted right now?" was Arundati. "No....I think we should just look around for now. I mean just get into

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Through the darkness she could see blurry images. It looked like there were atleast 5 people flitting about, talking in muted voices. She tried to turn her head but immediately felt nauseous. She was dizzy and her head was aching. What had happened? She could hear the lapping of the water outside on a boat. So they must be near the Sarasvati. But where was he? Was he around? She strained to hear

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Priyanka and Gaurav turned around. Arundati was bending down low, staring at something. "C'mon. Let's go check it out" was Gaurav. Priyanka couldn't help smiling. There was such a visible look of excitement in his eyes and yet he'd deny it under alien water torture! Well.....guess that was just how life was. "WOW!" She could hear Gaurav. She walked towards the two of them and peeped over Gaurav's

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"But let's not have an apopletic fit just cos we're where the Harappans once were", he continued. Priyanka amused him. She seemed more involved with the Harappan era than her own. She probably wouldn't know who George Bush was but ask her about John Marshall and she wouldn't be able to stop talking. "Oh, stop pretending to be cool, Gaurav", she teased now, "I'll still like you if you drop your

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Melito walked around in a rectangle. Thats what she did when she was nervous or scared. Something just didnt seem right. She heard shouts and screams coming from just outside the citadel. She peeped outside through her window. Many people were running around...scared and helpless. Puzzled.....she peeped out further. A face rushed past her window...wait! she knew that face. She rushed outside...

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A thought........if you woke up tomorrow and found that all your beliefs were going to turn into reality would you still stand by each and every one of them? Update: Giving in to the overwhelming and deafening cries from the public to add to this post, lemme include that I believe that if I had to choose the beliefs that I'd really want to become real, I'd believe in God, and the basic goodness

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I thought this one was particularly noteworthy :)There was a sculptor named PhidiousWhose manners in art were invidiousHe carved AphroditeWithout any nightieIt startled the ultra fastidious

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Read these lines on India Uncut : All the world is taking sidesIt don’t worry meCause in my empire life is sweetJust ask any bum you meetLife may be a one way streetBut it don’t worry meGlobalisation? Nuclear weapons? Racism? Corruption? Pollution? Population? Poverty? Rape? Everyone has an opinion on everything it seems these days. Heck, I have an opinion on everything, it seems. And in the

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I was thinking about the discussion spawned by Sunshine's post on Sardar-jis. It is, I think an interesting focal point of something that affects all of us - racism. A lot of people I meet (I'm talking about foreigners and by that I mean people foreign to India) are careful to be politically correct around me. They will not make jokes about the Indian accent, or curry or Indian sadhus or anything

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My sister and I came up with this together. I don't remember when or how but I remember where (memory is such a strange thing). I have never forgotten it. Never. There have been times when its been the only thing that got me through. I would keep saying it in my head over and over. Just those four words. And I would know that everything would be ok...Eventually...cos This Too Shall Pass. I know

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Like doing something when you outta be doing something else. That apart. I distinctly remember a time when deadlines seemed like fun (Good Lord! What was I thinking????). My friends and I would keep putting something off until the evening before the deadline. And then we would spend hours on the phone with each other, chalking out EXACTLY how we would all tackle the said deadline, thereby cutting

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Y'know how sometimes to get somewhere you have to go through something? Like you're at A, you see B and you want B. But in order to get to B you first have to do C,D and E (using alphabets and such like to provide insight into the workings of a scientific brain ;). And C,D and E suck! And take forever. But everytime you want to stop and say you've had enough and sulk, you look up and see B. And

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Gosh, what is it about some people that makes them just judge others based on whatever's going on in their own screwed up brains! Whatever happened to not jumping to a conclusion until you've listened to the other person's side? How can someone be so opinionated and prejudiced as to believe that they're right? How DARE people judge you when they dont know the first thing about you or what you've

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I bought the large bar today with almonds in it *sigh*. I told myself it wasfor the 'Emergency Stash'. Yeah, I have an emergency stash of chocolates,and yeah, its STRICTLY for emergencies (and being bored out of your mind DOES qualify as an emergency). There are times (other than when you're bored out of your mind) when there are chocolate emergencies. When the guy your girlfriend's been making

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If any student comes to me and says he wants to be useful to mankind and go into research to alleviate human suffering, I advise him to go into charity instead. Research wants real egotists who seek their own pleasure and satisfaction, but find it in solving the puzzles of nature. Albert Szent-Györgi (1893-1986) U. S. biochemist. I was talking to one of my friends (a conservationalist) and she

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That's what Martin Amis calls the epoch in which we find ourselves. I plagarised from him in the most barefaced manner, cos this, I think is a term well worth plagarising. But at the same time, we have to admit that it isn't unique to our decade, or even our century. I'm sure when the Mongols invaded the Arab world, mullahs passed each other on the street and muttered, "Never did we think this

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I woke up this morning on the right side of the bed. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, I felt like I was in a Disney movie. I got to work with a song on my lips (literally! I have an embarrassing habit of humming when I'm happy), and I made *drum rolls* "The Discovery". A cure for cancer no less. My boss couldn't believe her ears or her eyes when I showed her my data. She was so

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Sir, I hesitate to put myself forward and address you in this way. On the other hand, my psychotic Other Self insists that I make a point regarding your behaviour this morning. I understand that at 7 in the morning it is hard for a lot of people to "Rise and Shine". I understand that this world has become one that hustles and bustles, and that we, since we live on it, also have to hustle and

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1. Get car regd2. Pay nrg3. Cook dinner (try the n grn pnr recipe that J told me?)4. Call STR (Imp: Re: the gazoo)5. Check TdL paper for Ku k/o ptype I love lists. I love making them. There's something about making a list that is so empowering. The basic functionality of the list consists of the fact that 1. It can be done anywhere, it doesn't need a specific place or time. If inspiration strikes

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This is in actuality for a really special guy whom I know reads our blog even though he doesn't comment on it. He asked me a question yesterday that got me thinking about this. All our lives have this background sound track (and OF COURSE I'm talking metaphorically here!!!). Its been there since the day we were born, which probably explains why most of us hardly even notice it anymore (or maybe

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Well!!! I might as well get myself down...somehow I managed to get the pants off...I dint CARE how I looked..I dint care who saw me..But most of all I dint care about my pest of a brother. I got into my room and sowly closed the door. Downstairs, I could hear dad shout...."Call an ambulance...QUICK!!!" Ambulance huh??? wait a second....an ambulance??? was my brother hurt??? Was he hurt badly??

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Nothing to do with the story or anything else in particular, but I'm terribly bored waiting for my stubborn yeasts to get ready to be genetically manipulated :). Decided to ramble while I waited (for my entertainment more than yours). Two weird things that happened to me last week. First, I got accosted by a Gandhi zealot. I kid you not, you guys. I was talking to this guy (old friend from school

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Er..I cant, I mumbled to my dad who was looking at me like I was crazy. In all honesty I couldnt blame him. "Really honey, we ask you to look after your brother for one day and you dont even seem able to do that", said my mum in what I can only describe as reproachful accents. I tried to look sheepish and then figured since they were talking to my butt it really didnt matter how I looked. "I'm

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oops! No time for that..nearly fell off the window!!! Okay this was a really weird position to be stuck in but I still yelled at my brother...' I did this to rescue you, you little pipsqueak..I cant help it if boys like you have brains on their feet!!!!.....' By this time my brother had swung over me and gone into my room!!!!!!! EFFORT WASTED??? I Think sooooo! Oh MY GOODNESS!!!! I was going to

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I swear, that boy was living proof that Darwin was right! He didnt even need a prehensile tail really. Well no point standing around. The rescue act had to begin. "You are in such trouble, Rishi", I muttered as I clambered onto the window sill. Now, for the lunge to the branch, which always was scary cos I knew that one of these days I'd just miss it altogether and end up on the ground with a

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This was just getting PLAIN SILLY now. OK......I admit it..it was okay to 'baby' sit my brother (if you can call him brother) once in a while but this was just IRRITATING!!! Just because the stupid thing can't take care of himself doesent mean I have to do the job!!!It would have been fine..almost fun if it wasn't on that particular day.......but now I couldn't go to my friends house for the

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OK you guys, I know this isnt the beginning of a "Diwali Dhamaka" silly story writing competition BUT I had to tell you this (and knowing us when we DO get online at the same time we'll end up getting distracted by insane thoughts and other random assorted gibberish, y'know the sort we specialise in :p). Its Saturday afternoon, raining outside and I was half asleep and browsing (not books but the

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ok now she was seeing stars, this whole thing was just too surreal!!! in any minute now she was going to faint or so she was hoping. Where did all the blood come form? Who was hurt? MOST of all what was her MOTHER doing here??? Wait a minute that wasnt her mother, just someone who looked like her mother. This was becoming too much like a bad bollywood movie now! "Who are you" she asked, or was

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"What is wrong with you, honey?? Stop screaming!! Do you want the cops to come down here?" It was her mother's voice. Her ear was clearly sending messages to her brain that it was her mother's voice. What could her mother possibly be doing in her kitchen surrounded by blood?? And she'd thought the day couldnt get worse!! And all this for a stupid book report. Why oh why hadnt she just left the

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OK No need to panic...take a DEEP breath was what her mother would say...no no no...she would propably be admitting herself into the mental hospital by now. She should just go into the kitchen and check. There was propably nothing in there. Who was she kidding?? It was obvious that there was a serial killer waiting for her in the kitchen. Now she could really picture her mangled body lying on the

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OK, was she losing it completely?? She knew that LOTS of people thought she was weird and a little FREAKY frankly but was she, could she be a stark and raving lunatic?? What did that term mean anyway. How could you be stark raving mad. Maybe she hadnt REALLY understood the phrase fully. OK OK Hold it, she instructed her brain. Now was NOT the time to wander off in meaningless gibberish thought!!

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UGH!! Sometimes people were soo gross!! She decided that she she didn't have any time for worrying about some guy..if there even WAS one. She hurried a little bit more cos it looked like she wouldn't make it n she was soo close.........OK! she made it! All she had to do was find her spare key...where was it by the way?? Oh no!! This day couldn't get any worse!! She sat on the steps leading to the

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Should she just run back home and get the book report? Did she have the time? She looked at her watch! Yikes!!! Hardly 2 minutes for the bus to arrive. But it was ALWAYS atleast 10 minutes late. Ran on Indian Standard Time, didn't it? For once she was glad she lived in India. Imagine if she lived in one of those horrendously organised countries where everything was on time, except her. Horrors!!

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OK wat was she going to do??? The bus clearly wasn't going to reach there soon and that hadn't stopped staring at her either (such a disapproving stare too it was) Not that going late had bothered her much before..but still that stupid Ms. Nandu was going to yell at her again and it would be the fourth time this week. That auntie wasn't making it any easier to relax......ohhh when wold she reach

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One already. She'd never make it on time. Not that that was new. Maybe there was some point in all those new fangled time management classes and what not. She tried to imagine some alternate universe in which she was always on time. Every hair in place. No safety pins holding up any of her clothing. Nah! Didnt work. Her sense of identity would be lost. And her friends would probably be

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