100th

To My Dearest 100 th Follower, Would you come already?You have made me wait longer than Sachin's hundredth ton.Longer than India's second world cup.Longer than Sholay's run at the box office.Longer than all the ice ages combined.Come to papa now!!! The journey beyond my 90th follower had been a rickety one to say the least.People have unfollowed me.People re-followed me.Friendships got strained.I started ranting like a woman suffering from a bad dose of PMS.People raised their eye-brows,wrinkled their noses,shoved my blog under the rug.My outbursts...

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Phatichar

Waddup???!!!!!!!!:-D So you know yesterday I was ranting my underpants off about how the blogging universe has become full of self-obsessed scum wiggling their way in the murky sewage of meaningless follower-ship and comments.So much so that I feel praising another blogger is on the same plane as expecting petrol prices to come down one day.Utterly  useless and self-delusional. And ironically,this very day-I stumble upon a super duper blog which made me put my thinking cap on again.I mean the cap is always on.It had a lice infestation...

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Hell Yeah!!!!!

Dragging a 500 kilo full grown bull away from the highway doesn't exactly top my wish-list of things to do on a weekend getaway.Panting and heaving,with our heart muscles pounding their hammers in our heads,our hands a sticky mess of blood and sweat-the three of us heaved the mighty beast with all the adrenalin-boosted spurt of strength we could muster.It seemed a twisted culmination of an otherwise thoroughly mesmerizing trip to Ooty. It was hard to imagine that just thirty hours ago,a gang of 3 guys and 2 gals were happily pulling each others'...

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KaBoom

:-) Evidently some bloggers are a narcissistic,self-obsessed lot. Full of self-importance and armed to the teeth with a belief that they are doing a service to other bloggers by penning their thoughts,ramblings and anecdotes on an electronic piece of paper.And as they have to live by their motto,"I give a shit to others think about me and my work.",they most generously ignore the comments others leave on their posts.I fancy if their minds are whirring...

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Amen

Rejection hurts.I mean it hurts me at least.It is like I am emotionally investing in an association with a person,and somewhere deep down,I can't help feeling bad over that investment not reaping enough dividends.Somehow,rejection seems to imply,no matter how highly I regard a person and how deeply I respect him/her, to that person I just don't come across as 'good enough'.I am not  'companionship material' to the person in question.Trust me,it hurts. Of course,with hurt comes anger and bitterness.And we tend to become victims of distorted...

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Power Imbalance

Female empowerment without female equality is a meaningless bag of hot air.Until and unless we recognise the importance of equal and fundamental rights to all the members of the society,the concepts of freedom,justice and egalitarianism go for a toss into the trash can. This is default featured slide 1 title Easy to customize it, from your blogger dashboard, not needed to know the codes etc. Video tutorial is available, also a support forum...

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Self-Love

How do we measure our worth as a human being?On what do we base our self esteem? Approval?Love?Achievements? Looks?Talent?Fame?Fortune? Interesting.If that be the case,one might wonder why Marilyn Monroe,Kurt Cobain,Freddie Prinz,Ruslana Korshunova and a multitude of famous,popular and successful people flung away their lives to suicide. You might think love,friendship, and a capacity for forming close relationships make us feel worthy. Yet scores of depressed people thronging the chambers of counselors and shrinks are very much loved...

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Wishes..

There was once a girl, Her name was Philo. She was a fine pearl, All pleasant and mellow. Delightfully naughty, And smoothly nice. Not a tiny bit haughty, A precious friend,a prize. I wish her good fortune, Exams being near and close- She studies from morn to noon. So I think,so I suppose. Best of luck,dear friend, I kept my promise,my word, A poem of wishes I did send, Tho' it may sound absurd!!!! :-D P.S.Best of luck to any candidate slogging...

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The Princess and The Scribe-III

"In some other place,in some other time,I wish I were born,Right now,my days are all dark,and there is no sign of morn.I am torn between my family and me,our wishes clash often,The agony and pain I feel,no fake sympathy can soften.I fail in my goals,and I wonder if I am any good or worthwhile-My self I despise,friends I have few,my life is a bane which I revile."Saying so,the princess started weeping,and like early morning dew,On a beautiful flower,from her eyes the first drops of tears flew."Princess",said the friendly scribe,"Yourself you must...

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Set Fire To The Rain

 “Imagine meeting my heart-breaker after six long years. And what do you know? He turns out to be my bf’s bestie. It’s a small world after all,” Pritha chuckled impishly. “Look, Pritha, I know I am six years too late in saying this,” Rohit started apologetically, “ but I am really, really sorry for the way I had treated you back then. I was such an insensitive pig then. Gawwd!!!  I know it would be too much to ask you for forgiveness now...But please do know that I genuinely regret...” “Oh, hang all that bull-shit,” Pritha waved her...

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Set Fire To The Rain

“I just need some time to get over her, that’s all!” Rohit stubbornly tried to protest. “Oh yeah?”  Vishal raised his eyebrow at his friend’s dissent.”How long has it been since you stopped talking to her? Three weeks? You have been sitting and moping about Simran all along. C’mon dude! Listen to your ol’ homie for a change. Come and live at my place for some time. It’ll do you good. Trust me.” For the third time that week, Rohit pondered on Vishal’s suggestion. It was true. Ever since he had come to know about how his gf had kissed another...

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Daddy's Back

I am back.....after butt-kicking all the frigging blogger problems bugging me...:-) New name,new look....a faster zanier blog... Ha ha ha....Feels good to be able to do things exactly the way I want them to be... To all the people who commented on my earlier post about shutting down this blog,a big thank you... And just to tell you... I ain't going anywhere... *Evil Lau...

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Nine Lives-Sanghamitra

Before I quit this blog-site for good,let me complete the Nine Lives series I started out with.:-) So I have already told you about  Red Handed and Diksha. Now I come to the third blogger-Sanghamitra.She writes here. She is a relatively new entrant in the blogosphere.:-) But boy,her posts come loaded with some awesome inspirational content.And besides that......the sheer brilliant sense of aesthetics which her blog exudes..is very very admirable..... She seems to be an eternal optimist...The kind who can go smiling amidst all...

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Bye Bye Blog

I am planning on shutting down this blog.Blogger has been giving me quite a lot of trouble since the last month.My posts are getting messed up...Templates have been going haywire...Sometimes,I haven't even been able to comment on my own posts....Might move to WordPress...Or TypePad.... Or open a totally new account in Blogger itself... Bye bye good people!!!It was fun interacting with you... If you want to keep in touch,drop me a mail or add me for chatting at monumentalcrankiness@gmail.com...:-) If you want me to send you the link of my new blog(supposing,...

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