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Have I finally crossed the line from being a kid to growing up? Maybe, the events leading to this post might well make me believe in it....
Silence is my beloved Speech, the mistress I am married to both I am Life When errands are done It is to the beloved That I must...
IITians form political party All the very best!
Listless moments of sweet uncertainty Hankering of an unreasonable heart A life that rested at her mercy All now gone and vanished...
Everybody else is doing it, so why can't I? A Sound Project Hope it makes sense
Another Republic Day, with its characteristic pomp and hype, is over. Impressive phrases, exaggerated statistics, inane talk-shows,...
I suddenly seem to wake up to the fact that most of my friends are either getting married or involved enough with...
Perched aloft the leafless branch He looked into the distance And beheld the flight of many a bird Shaken, devastated and homeless...
If only I could say everything I wanted to If only I could be everything I wish to If only I can achieve everything I want to If...
"It is true that we cannot 'escape History', since we are in it up to our necks. But one may propose to fight within History to...
I miss the memories of the poet I was, I miss the memories of the dreamer I was. Lost in drunken stupor, I miss the memories of the...
There were many candidates for Story of the Year in Open Source, and they were nearly all good news stories. Firefox rose and the...
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This one is inspired by the autobiography my image wrote (image because we are way too similar and now only...
To become a soulless, thoughtless zombie To become an unfriendly, unfeeling machine To become an irreverent yet irritable slob To become...
ME THE QUEEN OF HURTFUL HUMOUR I always wonder what has changed me so much over the past few years. Is it being...
I have always wondered what attracts people to me. Is it the possibility of how rude I can be? Sometimes I wonder if they are just...
You became someone else When you smiled for someone else You died and can never be yourself again You're not real, nor are your emotions...
The Dreamers' Dance I enter this hall of grandeur The walls are red and embroidered with gold A delicate scent fills my...
The beauty of life amazes me. It can show itself at the darkest of moments as the tiniest of...
"Performance appraisals impede genuine feedback, and there
The fact that somebody who knows my identity might read this blog is compelling me to write something interesting......But, alas...if...
Once in a lifetime you find a friend who touches not...