January 2010
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Wish there was just one language..
Of my 25 years of being a nomad due to the nature of my dad’s job .. shifting from city to city every few years when in India. I have lived in 7 states out of 25 in india all with drastic different set of cultures and languages. I thought i was over the nomad-ing around once i graduated from engineering, only to cross borders and start my life over again in a new country. I always heard the...
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Travel WishList 2010
I want to travel to these places hopefully this year-
1. Singapore
2. Indonesia
3. India (Agra)
4. Japan (Wherever Cherry Blossoms Fill up the ground)
Other places i want to travel to eventually-
1. Venice
2. Holland (The flower festival sometime in May)
3. Paris (Want to stand on top of Eiffel tower- is it allowed any longer?)
4. Swiss Alps (Want to ski )
5. NY (The City that never...
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Ask the right question for Right Answer!
I wonder, why cant people start asking the right set of questions? I mean why complain one wasn’t specific?
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My first SLR
Its a hand me down from my brother.. with two lenses and an attachment i am not sure of yet :P
Will start my most awaited hobby soon enough. I guess.
Home →
I never grew up in my hometown. Every long summer vacation, we used to travel down to Kolkata via the Railways. The Howrah bridge, the landmark of Kolkata always stood tall and strong and somehow always gave me an overwhelming feeling- I am home.
I would hopefully replace this pic with my own soon enough. I hope. :)
friday I'm in love ♫ ♪
dinothea:
The Cure
I don’t care if Monday’s blue Tuesday’s gray and Wednesday too Thursday I don’t care about you It’s Friday, I’m in love Monday you can fall apart Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start It’s Friday I’m in love Saturday, wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday, never hesitate… I don’t care if Mondays black Tuesday, Wednesday -...
Fingers crossed
please please please!
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Myth
How long did the mist hover around, Leaving the town misty and astound. Hard to know if it was day or night, Cloud covered everything tight. Searching for joy in a cup or open grounds, Nothing helped among the hazy sounds. Wait was unending and so was the mist Tired and cold everyone wanted to hiss. Then it was time when it was all but nice, Hanging on to hope was difficult but wise. ...