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I had got an author-signed copy of a book, twice - once Khushwant Singh, next a short collection of humorous poems by a Bengali gentleman who lived across the house we had in Nayatola - or Machhuatoli, as we knew it in Patna. Like other things and in my inferences from Niet's B G A E, those books I lost.
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712 ground floor birdys to check out level in mukherjee nagar
If Eminem could survive writin' rhymes while ridin' the rickety clack o' the roadways track, I can do the same cruisin' the cushion dee em arr cee's pushin'?
Just because this Airtel guy, Mohit Beotra, is a smooth talker, I'm tempted to waste money by putting Black as my Hello Tune. Ha!
The house at the very end of the road, that housed Eklavya Hostel for Boys during the time we rented the first floor flat...the landlords were nice people as far as I recall, even their childeren were fun to play with...board games, methinks we played...
If you let chootiyaas fuck your mind up, you're the bigger chootiyaa.
My Vaio's LCD flickers... :P I thought material possessions don't matter, but I concede that the ones which matter to one, do.
People say I learnt more in this time than in five years of education. I say, I have been learning for 26 years now, and I see no sign of it ending except by death, accidental or natural.
1854/0902. Waiting for a specific thing is even more boring than waiting for indefinite events. Plus this cold...