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December, 2005
December 24th, 2005
But why do the fittest survive? Why does any life survive? It’s illogical. It’s self-contradictory that life should survive. If life is strictly a result of the physical and chemical forces of nature then why is life opposed to these same forces in its struggle to survive? Either life is with physical nature or it’s against it. More
December 24th, 2005
You doing something?
Yeah!
What?
Surprise.
Oh!
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December 23rd, 2005
Dear Ndugu,
I am weak and I am a failure. There’s just no getting around it. Relatively soon, I will die. More
December 23rd, 2005
Ishan: I can write a story on anything.
Payal: Anything?
Ishan: Absolutely anything.
Payal: My cell phone?
Ishan: 3310?
Payal: Yes.
Ishan: Ok I’ll write.
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December 22nd, 2005
I could forever talk to you, but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring, ’cause deep in my heart I know there’s no help I can bring.
-Bob Dylan
Tags: Quotations, Bob Dylan, Words
December 22nd, 2005
I see the huge hoarding of a semi naked woman glaring from behind messy locks of golden hair. It screams out. “Are you in the loop?”
The loop, I laugh out aloud. Momentarily losing sight of the road. It’s wickedly funny that she’d ask me that. I spent all my life (though 21 years is not all that much) running around in circles. Wanting things. Waiting for them More
December 22nd, 2005
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Poems by
Kunal Goel
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
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December 21st, 2005
of what consequence is a deranged mind? when placed against the background of madness, things appear eerily clear. all ambiguity clears itself out like the new and unimproved xp trash can. More
December 21st, 2005
If you wanna sell crazy, try somewhere else. We’re all stocked up here.
-Jack Nicholson (As Good As It Gets)
December 21st, 2005
A blank night… A placid host for impatient lovers. Giggles in the darkness… Silence… Sobs…
Dogs barking playfully, chasing shadows in the allies, rambling on the streets. Their kingdom for the night.
You lay awake, sleep flirting with you, teasing you, luring you. You wait for your nightmares to shake you into wakefulness. The air is too heavy More
December 20th, 2005
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December 19th, 2005
Dear Diary
Mom always told me to be careful of men. She told me I should make a prudent choice when the time came. I see him sleeping besides me and I feel sorry that I didn’t listen to her back then. Of all the things she used to say, I regret not having listened to this particular advice.
When my sister got married, we were all very happy for her. They seemed to be in love. 2 months later, she said to me - don’t marry the worst mistake More
December 18th, 2005
..and what of people? There is always the need for external stimulus. It runs parallel to all forms of introspection. If there were only one man on earth, he wouldn’t have to read a book to understand the universe. He’d know. More
December 18th, 2005
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Kunal Goel
My sister doesn’t write poems,
and it’s unlikely that she’ll suddenly start writing poems.
She takes after her mother, who didn’t write poems,
and also her father, who likewise didn’t write poems.
I feel safe beneath my sister’s roof:
my sister’s husband would rather die than write poems.
And, even though this is starting to sound as
repetitive as Peter Piper,
the truth is, none of my relatives write poems.
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