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Where the words slip and fall, a bunch of slightly stoned roosters walking on thin ice
Stoned roosters. Another awesome name for a band. I wish I had skills which were marketable. Some how I don’t think the ability to come up with super-awesome names for bands which will never, ever make it qualifies as a … Continue reading
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Tagged Bombay, books, epistomology, fk off, hope, language, Life, Neurotia, rant, soul searching, the past, time pass, Travel, women, words
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Where the vultures come inside, so polite and always willing to wait a while
Of all the animals in the world, I really do think that vultures would make the most polite guests eva. It is something about them. So polite and patient. And more than willing to put up with leftovers. I think … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, el crappo, epistomology, farts, living on me own, time pass, words
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Full stop
For me a full stop will always be a nice, roly-poly hawaldar with a substantial paunch and a whistle. Oh god. Full stops must sometimes come under lots of pressure no? Like when you have this super duper long sentence … Continue reading
Hello I am new to this place
Sometimes I think my mind does a reboot. Like it just switches off and then restarts and then I have to do a memory check and all those numbers pan down the screen and all that. And my brain is … Continue reading
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Tagged dilli, dreams, dude-speak, el crappo, epistomology, food, friends, Neurotia, soul searching, the past
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On the way to Mt Disguston
It is getting increasingly humid over here which means that people who have “open pores” like me, tend to sweat buckets. My friend was telling me the other day that whenever he is feeling a little dehydrated he just licks … Continue reading
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Tagged dilli, epistomology, friends, language, Neurotia, soul searching, women
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Where a debate is thrown up in the air, like that bouquet which no one wants to actually catch
I never liked the word “bouquet”. Too fukin difficult to spell and always reminded me of banquets. Which is another word I do not particularly like. I am sure that there are some words which were just invented by snobs … Continue reading
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Tagged Delhi, epistomology, fk off, friends, jnu, Life, Neurotia, optimism, soul searching, Travel
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Where I add another word to the English language
But first. Isn’t there somthing absolutely lovely about the word “and”? I mean think about it. Joining two words in peaceful matrimony, sometimes I think “and” is a bit like that gentle priest who marries off ’em loverbirds. Or sometimes, … Continue reading
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Tagged authors, booty shaking, Delhi, el crappo, epistomology, food, language, words
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No, tell me the truth. Actually don’t bother
A pesky little kid said that my face looks like that of someone who is about to vomit. “The sticky wetness of sex has filled the air. Go buy a cooler.” Said the landlady to the numb-with-shock tenant. “I do … Continue reading
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Tagged authors, books, Delhi, epistomology, erotica, failure, hope, poetry, soul searching, the future, words
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Where I am. All alone in a pink chaddi,umbrella in me hand and wondering where the fuck my clothes are
Sometimes, just some times, I make up titles like the one above just to see what it looks like as an html page. In one of the most depressing moments of my life, I paid the landlady me rent. Never … Continue reading
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Tagged Cities, Delhi, el crappo, epistomology, lawspeak, Neurotia, poetry
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Where reality swings again, more of a hit than a miss.
You looked gorgeous today. Or so I imagine, what with all the plastic surgery and botox and all that. Oh yeah and a boob job is called breast augmentation. This auntie caught me staring at the add for breast “augmentation” … Continue reading
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