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A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

Byrds probably saw changes in life as ‘turns’ life takes. Good or bad is left to one’s perception. ‘A time for every purpose’ – sure. There’s time for everything I suppose. Not in my hands. Yours?

Funny isn’t it that your life takes turns not just because of you but more so because of people around you. Do they have the right to drive one’s life? Maybe they think they do. Maybe we let them have this freedom.

Somewhere one let’s go off all that makes for the best days of one’s life. Pretentious, I suppose.

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Drei


“It’s been a journey”. Maybe they take ‘milestones’ too literally.

But yes, it’s fun to be nostalgic. Funny, that when you do so on a milestone, you suddenly recall more successes than failures. On any given day, otherwise, it’s otherwise.

Happy Birthday LearningMate.

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“We are pregnant, not just you love”. Why should I be left behind? “We’ve just traversed through 12 weeks”. Maybe, my way of ensuring that she realizes that she’s not going through this alone.

Phew! The journey till now has been a mixed bag of emotions, anxiety, joys and the realization of responsibilities. I must admit, it’s not easy, but its fun too.

I’ve always jokingly portrayed myself as an MCP. Mind you, jokingly. But, trust me it’s not easy being a woman. She goes through such drastic and so many a changes that chances are that if a man had to go through all this, he would’ve given up for sure.

Now that I’ve gained some experience after all those regular appointments, books, internet and of course her, I am probably at ease. I said probably because my ease is relative and is based on how I perceive it. My other half feels that I’ve lost it (I think she even ended it by saying ‘completely’).

A man’s role is limited to ensuring that she gets all the love and care. “Nah, I should be able to contribute more, do more”. Dude, at least do that first.
Hmmm…I need to find out ways to get appreciated for ‘what I am doing’.

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The Razor’s Edge

I take the cue from Atul’s blog ‘Technology Alienates Humans’.

I liked the way it was compared with a razor’s edge “depends how u use it…u can use a razor to shave and to slit a throat…is the razor guilty”. To that I commented that “Knowing that the razor’s edge is sharp we always tend to play with it. Maybe it’s the feeling of holding something that makes you feel powerful…not knowing that its destructive side is more prominent.”

There is a whole dearth of personal information about you that is floating out there. Anyone with good search acumen can dig out anything – your personal details, your love life, e-cards that you must’ve sent to your cutie, pictures that you must’ve posted or uploaded, and anything and everything that we try to secure as memories that we ‘intend’ to revisit sometime.

Then there’s always this innocent click on a junk mail that promises you the world and there you are giving information about your friends and family.

I remember how easy it was (maybe it still is) to crack your email passwords. What used to be ‘fun to know’ led to ‘destructive if you know’. But back then I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being part of the hacker (not cracker) community.

Maybe the whole idea of being ‘informed’, a path one takes to overcome one’s insecurities, encapsulates sanity…

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One



I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb it’s much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I’ll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

(courtesy Metallica – One)

One of those compilations that I just can’t get off my head. What were they going through when they came out with One?

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“Smoking is injurious to health”, she said.
“Quitting is injurious to all those who were subjected to passive smoking by me”, I said.
“It’s all in the mind”, she said.
“What do you know”, I said.
“Is it more important than me?”
Er…umm…she got me.
“Alright, you wanted this, you bear with me now”.

Hmmm (I am thinking!), how about blogging instead of blabbering?

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Pendulum

You don’t say this anymore
I know, you say that all the time

You don’t love me anymore
I know you love me more than anything else in this world

You’re not the same anymore
You’re the one I always wanted to be with

What do you want for dinner?
Eat this, I didn’t feel like making that.

I don’t have anything to wear
I think we’re running out of wardrobe space

I think you should buy this for yourself
Who told you to buy this?

I hate it
I love it

I know
I don’t know

Life’s a couplet that may not necessarily rhyme but one still enjoys it…

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