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Saturday, September 19th, 2009
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12:36 am - Aftermath
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Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.
`` Sylvia Plath
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| Tuesday, September 1st, 2009
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11:39 pm - For N who I have deeply disappointed...
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She stood near the entrance of the castle. far away in to the expanse beyond all she could see was green. Clouds gathered on the sky above across as faint winds signalled the arrival of the unseen storm. A faint drizzle of rain broke across the terrain and across her delicate face. " Are they coming, should we get help?" asked a worried Sergeant. A simple frown streaked across her forhead, she turned and looked at her small team of soldiers, five with her, skilled in combat yet at this moment their numerical strength did not match up to the hordes of the engaging enemy raiders.
She glanced across the faces of the five, uncertainty and a hint of confusion lingered over them. Somewhere deep inside it hurt her that the ones she liked to be with had to go through this, a war with this limited number of soldiers meant certain defeat and possible humiliation. Her soldiers should not have to go through this, she thought. A gentle frown lingered on her delicate forehead. The rain started to fall heavier and with the crack of thunder in the distance, steady heavy marching steps of armed men appeared...
She turned to the red horde marching towards the castle entrance in the pouring rain. She saw the grim determination on the 5 faces in front of her. SHe smiled softly to them, deep down a gaurdian like gentleness appealed to the protector in her...she had trained these five, trained with these five, laughed with, listened to them patiently when they had their troubles to tell, cared for them long hours when they were heartbroken and had no one else to turn to...Humiliation was not going to touch them, not today, not under her watch, not like this...
"CLuster together guys, back to back, move to the middle of the courtyard", She said quietly and firmly. "FIght back to back and dont move away solo, remember the training, remember all we have done so far", The Sergeant, Major, Private and the 2 Brigadiers lined up in a tight circle within the gigantic courtyard, as the enemy drum beats reached a crescendo...
" General Should we get help", asked the private in a shaky voice.
" No" she replied with a soft smile, "this is our moment, this is exactly where they know who we really are", the Brigadier slowly smiled beside her , unsheated his shining broadsword and said, "on your command general..."
Multiple wars, numerous fights later she knew one thing for a fact, it took more than a few reds to take one of them out. She was the general of an ancient clan, as ancient as time could tell. She knew the art of war, and knew it well.....warriors from across the lands had fought her and tasted the blade of a sword, strange how the confidence levels had shattered in a few moments...yet she was also kind, a giver of mercy who understood the flaws of human behavior...
Today there would be no such gift, she slowly unsheathed her broadsword and held it out in the pouring rain, lightening crashed in the sky as her mean rallied and took up positions around her, faces determined , they unsheathed their weapons.
" They call themselves the elites", she said and laughed quietly, "how arrogant can you get..."
" We are the elites", she roared, " Put these clowns to the test, show no mercy....not today...not to them.." Lightening crackled across the sky as the red horde began their charged toward the small group in the middle of the field.
Lightening streaked across the sky as the five stood back to back with swords shining from like lava scrolls...held up high in strike formation....
current mood:  stressed
current music: Water shows the hidden heart
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| Friday, July 17th, 2009
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1:28 am - Today
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Wow,
Been a while since I've been here- aight YOU have heard that before :D
Thank you N for making today special :)
On a quiet rainy midnight surrounded by friends, case studies and books lying around, today is remarkable.....
:)
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| Monday, April 20th, 2009
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6:37 pm - The Trek
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" This is insane", he almost yelled. 42 degrees in the burning sun and 5000 steps uphill to walk had done this to him. Several days of practice and yet this trek to the temple was breaking him. Sweating profusely he marched ahead 500 yards and stopped. " No use", he headed back.
He turned around, and found a handicapped man with no feet using his arms to climb up each stair one at a time with determined focus.
Something snapped, he turned towards the mountain top, and looked at the enormous deity.
The deity looked down from his enclave ....into him...
And smiled...
It does not take much strength to do things, but it requires great strength to decide on what to do.
-- Elbert Hubbard
current mood:  relaxed
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| Friday, April 10th, 2009
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3:09 pm - As the play nears it's last act...a thought in parting ..
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Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
`` Shel Silverstein
current mood: calm
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| Tuesday, March 24th, 2009
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9:51 am - heeeyyyya XD
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Aight who missed me ^^
Well I'm back- yes I'm alive and doing the drill thingy :D
On a better note. I got through for me MBA. I'll be rare here, life is catchin up fast.
Cheers and pece to you guys for now :)
current mood:  cheerful
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| Saturday, September 13th, 2008
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12:48 pm - Oh man!
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I have yet to touch Quant- but my verbal scores are intermediating between 85% accuracy and 75% accuracy. Damn! I feel like banging m head on the monitor at times. Oh well. I gotta keep at it I guess.
On a different note, boss asked me if I would be interested in a project managar profile at work and I readily agreed.
And the world keeps turning lol :)
current mood: annoyed
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| Sunday, August 31st, 2008
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11:15 pm - Stupidity
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I could not find another word.
Okay, I'm going to give a shot at the G-MAT. I'm going to convert this blog into a prep record of sorts.
I have a feeling this will get me no-where.
What the hell, as long as it's a stupid idea, I'm game to give this a try.
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| Sunday, August 10th, 2008
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9:59 pm
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When did I lose my sense of purpose?
Can I regain what's lost inside?
Why do I feel like I deserve this?
Why does my pain look like my pride?
current mood: disturbed
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| Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
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3:40 pm - Of Beren and Luthien
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Then sudden Felagund there swaying
Sang in answer a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower
J.R.R. Tolkien, "Of Beren and Luthien"
current mood: calm
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| Tuesday, May 27th, 2008
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11:31 am - No goodbyes
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It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
current mood: impressed
current music: The Call- Regina Spektor
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| Friday, May 2nd, 2008
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5:19 pm - And the lines ran through my mind
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And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But its better than drinkin alone
Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see
To forget about life for a while
current mood:  blank
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| Thursday, April 10th, 2008
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8:27 pm - A thousand splendid suns
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“Who is going to tell? you?
Laila tapped her foot. “Tell your secret to the wind, but don’t blame it for telling the trees”
Tariq smiled, the one eyebrow arched” who said that”?
“Khalil Gibran”
current mood: impressed
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| Monday, March 24th, 2008
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6:40 pm - Makes sense ..to me at least
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I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive
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6:31 pm - Pics
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| Wednesday, March 12th, 2008
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3:15 pm - I got the blue screen - finally
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A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
`` In memorium to that valiant CP Freaking U
current mood: goofy
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| Friday, February 29th, 2008
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7:57 pm - :)
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Even if you think the flame has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.
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| Saturday, February 23rd, 2008
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1:58 pm - And I completely agree with Mr.Tolstoy on this :)
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The Brahmins say that in their books there are many predictions of times in which it will rain. But press those books as strongly as you can, you can not get out of them a drop of water. So you can not get out of all the books that contain the best precepts the smallest good deed.
*Ahem* Belated Happy New Year everyone- hope you had something to celebrate about :)
current mood: cheerful
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| Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
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11:51 am - Because this struck a deep chord..
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“… I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering it's things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
current mood:  busy
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| Thursday, November 8th, 2007
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4:00 pm - Blurty
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An odd post on a friend's blog brought me back to this page after what seems like decades. There was a time in what now seems a different world when this page and others like this throbbed with a life source of their own. They were melting pots of thought, creativity, humor, emotions and expressions. Not altogether different from an anthology of biographies, faceless people had once connected, competed, laughed and cried with each other on these proving grounds.
I'm not sure of what happened then and who brought the silence, possibly multiple forms of social networking sites and other new streams of web products of a similar nature had a fair share in moving the focus away from these pages, possibly there was nothing more left to write about, possibly-the definitions of everyday life and of existence changed , and the silence came on.
It came on with the certainty and the decisiveness of an eagle swooping down to hunt prey, having done that, it stayed.
An adieu to those who are leaving these blogs, thank you for sharing yours thoughts and your lives with us, it was one hell of a journey together through these pages and I for one have enjoyed every moment of it.
To the very few who are still left behind- Thank you for being there, I still go through your blogs if not on a regular basis, and I enjoy reading through your posts even if I dont comment regularly.
I for one will continue to keep posting, possibly not on a regular basis, but as and when things appear out of the blue horizon which require mention and a note for memory's sake, I will return to haunt these empty halls :)
Some quaint melodies can yet be composed, before we merge gradually with the eventual quiet.
We sat together the forest and I
Merging into silence
Until only the forest remained
Li Po (Chinese, 701-762)
current mood: thankful
current music: Nickelback - If Everyone Cared
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