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Well I guess u can't make much out of the picture. It's actually showing me as the 1001st visitor of my own blog. I had a big promo and all worked out in mind for the 1000th visitor and all that, but in the end, missed it by a whisker. (Actually the 1000th visitor was to be promised a big dinner and night together with John Abraham/Aishwarya Rai, depending upon his/her orientation) So until 10,000 next time, THANKS FOLKS , and be my guest always!!!!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Mutilation :(noun) [mu·ti·la·tion] An act, the process, or the result of inflicting serious injury on a person or animal or part of somebody or something’s body by removing or destroying parts of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hello everyone, I am a normal guy. Sorry, that’s incorrect, I used to be a normal guy. Till yesterday. I used to go to college, and I had ambitions, and dreams. I was madly in love with a girl in my college, and I was going to talk to her today. Now I wont, because I don't deserve her anymore. And I’m probably impotent now. I used to have exactly 206 bones in my body, not a single one more than that. I had a handsome face (Not my opinion alone). I used to be a normal guy. I peed in my pants during my freshman year, when my seniors had called me up for the ‘ritual’. This used to be a secret I wouldn’t tell anyone, not even my wife when I am married. But now, I wont pee in my pants, even if the Tyrannosaurus Rex himself incarnates in

I don’t like the proliferation of the hyperlink - culture . Reading something in the web has become such a nightmare because of this. Imagine yourself reading an article on Silicon Valley’s decadence with your breath held hostage somewhere between your nasal cavity and food-pipe, and the hyperlink taking you here! (Click on the " Silicon Valley " at your own risk, especially if you’re in office) Epilogue: To see the link dance , run your cursor over the paragraph above and look at your statusbar...

It was meant to be nothing more than an innocuous prank when I told R that I got the increment letter yesterday, and had a very decent 65% hike( Which was waaay above what one would expect in the normal circumstances). The way the color of his face changed from red to pale to blue, should have given me a warning for the sort of things in store. Ok, here’s the background, he’s leaving the co. and all I wanted was to give him a good shot of adrenalin before he settles down for the mundane. Oh, haven’t you checked lately, the Oxford dictionary has recently revised their definition of mundane. Now it stands like this – Mundane - mun·dane (m n-d n , m n d n ) adj. a young talented (while in college) B Tech graduate, now a software engineer, married and (un)settled in Bangalore. Ok, back to the story. Seeing him undergoing this unbearable pain and neurotic convulsions broke my heart and after a period of 30 minutes of having him in the doldrums, I told him the truth. But the color never real

**Present** The small raindrops fell all over my body and felt like the tiny scintillating stars that filled a portion of the sky. The sea was roughing up in an intimidating fashion, trying to remind something, trying to scare away the few people who braved the drizzle and the waves, and were either chatting sweet nothings into their palms pressed against their cheeks, or holding someone’s hands and gazing ahead at the eternity that lay before them. The rain was thickening up. I got inside the car. R looked lost in a cloud so far away, sitting in the next seat. Curt Cobain was screaming his heart out, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night…”. I saw a flickering flame at one end of the windshield.The hand-cart-vendor who sold Channa was pushing his cart against the wind. * *Year 1998 * * We were lying on the floor. Staring at the ceiling fan, when its leaves cast a magical and kaleidoscopic imagery, in the faint tube-light. That was the first time I h