Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Moodpic...
I am waiting.... for what? I dont know...
for whom? I dont see...
for how long? I dont count...
what will be at the end of it? I don't care...
and yet Iam waiting.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Random???Maybe...
A packet of lays.Floating castle.Google earth.near-death-encounters.Planes.Thunderstorms.Missed chances.Leaning Tower of Pisa. Podcasts.
George Bush.Chewing gum.Coffee shops.Jazz.Europe.Itunes.Hurricane
Katrina.Nazis.Times Square.Job security.Switzerland.MBA.Password.S*** pool.Bright
kid.Sinusitis.Disneyland.Concentration camps.LBS.Wireless.ID Card.Racial discrimination.Visa.Pink slip.Dinner plans.Cab booking.Germany.Unaccepted calls.Test cricket.Photography.Bad landings.Regrets.DNS(not the networking term...u dodo).Bangalore-to-Goa.Interns.France.Radio.Shane Warne.Lopsided grins.Statue of Liberty.Tapped phone-calls.Smoking Gun.GMAT.Advertisements.Team leadership.Design.Cotton.2 hours....
It was a much desired conversation that quite unexpectedly landed on my palm like an elusive drop of mercury; and then slipped out through the crinkled ends of my hand when i held onto it...into a thousand pearls of random words....leaving behind a silvery trail on the lines on my hand.
George Bush.Chewing gum.Coffee shops.Jazz.Europe.Itunes.Hurricane
Katrina.Nazis.Times Square.Job security.Switzerland.MBA.Password.S*** pool.Bright
kid.Sinusitis.Disneyland.Concentration camps.LBS.Wireless.ID Card.Racial discrimination.Visa.Pink slip.Dinner plans.Cab booking.Germany.Unaccepted calls.Test cricket.Photography.Bad landings.Regrets.DNS(not the networking term...u dodo).Bangalore-to-Goa.Interns.France.Radio.Shane Warne.Lopsided grins.Statue of Liberty.Tapped phone-calls.Smoking Gun.GMAT.Advertisements.Team leadership.Design.Cotton.2 hours....
It was a much desired conversation that quite unexpectedly landed on my palm like an elusive drop of mercury; and then slipped out through the crinkled ends of my hand when i held onto it...into a thousand pearls of random words....leaving behind a silvery trail on the lines on my hand.
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