Irrationality gone for a toss. Of course, this post is going to be about rape. Just like almost every powerless citizen of India, I am jumping on the bandwagon and having my say on the topic. And like everyone else, I claim to have a different opinion on the events that have transpired over the past few weeks.

Sunday, February 13, 2011. It was the best birthday gift, since it also had me beating the coolest girl in high school. I remember singing Just like a Flower. I remember that day ,because that was the only time , in my high school life that I felt genuinely happy . The things I had achieved that afterno.

Saturday, January 29, 2011. Why? Because the nation believes when I speak, I speak for them. Yet I cannot speak! Lionel whispers, Australian.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013. Sunday, July 31, 2011. This is my 50th post. It is more than a year I blogged. Not for reason I had no time to blog, but I had another place to blog where there were cheerful bunch of readers ever ready to like,comment and criticize.

We Are All Born Mad. On Night trek to Skandagiri. On An Evening with Mai-Tai. Stacia on An Evening with Mai-Tai. On An Evening with Mai-Tai. On An Evening with Mai-Tai. With 10 mins break and 35 mins of Ads in the interval. Are you Humans okay? Prospective terrorists should check in here before they get caught. A peek into Indian Police Hospitality twitter.

Or can you? Tuesday, October 11, 2011. Tuesday, October 11, 2011. Exercising makes you not want to eat all the bad stuff so that results show. And not exercising does not allow you to eat. My father was also like this.

Austere Autopsy of Life! Stupidity and humility never seem to stop in the path of life! Friday, March 12, 2010. Wednesday, January 27, 2010. Sitting in the last seat of a bus, on the way to bangalore. I am writing this with good new rahman music blarring in my head, on my mobile. The way technology has invaded our life will be saved for another post. This will be another attempt to show off my philosophical abilities.

You gotta live in your dreams, dont make them so hard. Posted by arijit on Friday, May 15, 2009. You weave your dream world in the sky. You live in the clouds. You play with the angels. Then one day the balloons burst. You fall on the harsh ground of reality. You feel the warm blood gushing out our face. You feel the pebbles pricking. Your heart does not want to go on.

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Sunday, April 18, 2010. This was The Golden Age,. The Age where the Heroes Acts were Outspoken,. Old records had been Broken,. Their Four Years Now draw to an end,. Knowledge was The Goal,. Through eight Grueling Battles they Fought,. For the Treasure that they Sought. While others wasted their lives, the elite few rose to Glory,. Legends they became, All part of the Grand Story. New Avenues and Passions Opened up. Their Stories will be told for years to come.