Its out now,Lets do the jive,What’s it for,For the version five! Don’t kill me for this stupid poem. It was written in exactly 5.67 seconds I took the opportunity to write something on the past years of web-designing and how it all evolved.
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Music for the Day
“Its amazing how there can be one song for every mood of the day. Lets see a typical day for me and how songs relate to the different times of the day.———————————————————————————Sleep through the night with The Corrs and Cranberries crooning with their orgasmic vocals.———————————————————————————Wake up to the sounds of Drive by Incubus. Sometimes, I …
As I met her once again..
We hugged each other ever so tightly, trembling, as yet another moment of seperation beckoned. The days with her trudged along like a vivid dream. We shared a feeling that no time had passed ever since I had to leave her the first time. It seemed like just yesterday when we walked those familiar streets …
My Life’s OST
“ Your Life: The Soundtrack Created by
All along the East Coast
“After a delightful party on a saturday evening in the Madras Boat Club, we had plans to hit the road once again and go to one of the several private beaches along the East Coast Road (ECR). It was me with three other guys from VGSoM. Two of us are working with ITC (Me and …
Nostalgia on the road…..again
The definition of weekend for us is a little different. It never is a Saturday and a Sunday, its always just the Sunday. A six-day workweek is common for everyone working in the manufacturing industry. Come this weekend we decided at the very last moment that we wanted to go to Bangalore for one day. …
What the heck
Just realized that blogspot sucks… My own script was far better… So here it is back to the old days. Gonna have a template change soon.
Onto the tail of great books
“Sometimes it takes more than just the will to get into the groove and start reading again. Ever since I started my internship in this city of Chennai, I had nothing to do after coming home in the evening. Out came the desire to read, because of the lack anything else. But once I resumed …
Streets that smell of dying roses
Alright, its a straight case of plagiarism. But what the heck, the name just suits the kind of place this is. Fifteen of us were recruited by ITC as interns for 6 months as a part of our MBA course and everyone was promised a certain location while they were being recruited. As fate would …
The road ahead in the rear-view mirror
Another span nears an endleaving a handful of memories,I start to take another bendto a different set of stories. As I begin on my way nostalgia, it creeps up again,myriad emotions subsume meOh I want that feeling of pain.