Added a new game “blufr” by Answers.com to the blog.
blufr is a new trivia-type game that hopefully gets people of all ages addicted to learning obscure facts. There’s no evil agenda. Just play and keep playing. Each bluf shows the percentage of people who were fooled by it.
Another drunken day comes to a blurry end and the sky seems to burn ember. Warm black liquid gushes down my throat to mix with the vodka coloured blood. The moon and the stars are all in place, like always. Only I have been displaced. I do not know whether this revelation brings more joy or pain.
Gleeman,’ said the lay brother, ‘I also make rhymes; I make manywhile I sit in my niche by the door, and I sorrow to hear the bards railing upon the friars. Brother, I would sleep, and therefore I makeknown to you that it is the head of the monastery, our graciousabbot, who orders all things concerning the lodging of travellers.’
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
I don’t like writing. It’s a struggle. It makes me cry. It is like a drug in the opposite sense. There is no great joy that comes from it. More
What’s it going to be then, eh?
The three of us were sitting in the pub that evening. He came along with his girl friend. She was very pretty and had everything, nice figure and all. He had landed up a cushion job in some place, all very nice with some cool pay-packet and all.
The two of them were very happy. They were sipping on their beers and smoking their cigarettes. I asked, if any one of them knew how to make smoke-rings. They said, no. I always tried making it but then I don’t even know how to take a proper drag. I never told any one that I don’t know how to smoke them ciggies properly. It makes me sound all foolish. I rarely smoke and even less of a drinker I am.
I wasn’t feeling all that okay that night. I loosened up my tie, I was not in the office anymore, I could do that. This corporate dress code is real killer, stuffs me like anything. All those suits and ties-pins and shoes and
Everything in the world can be faked. Just like orgasms.
- Neha
Gahan saghan manmohak wun taru mujhko aaj bulate hain,
kintu kiye jo wayde maine yaad mujhe woh aate hain,
abhi kahan aaram bada yeh mook nimantran chalna hai,
arre abhi to meelon mujhko, meelon mujhko chalna hain!
-Harivansh Rai Bachchan
How did the party go in Portman Square?
I cannot tell you: Juliet was not there.
My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
I’ve loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give
You take
This life that i forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth
Anger
Misery
You’ll suffer unto me
First khat via sms (My first ever love letter)
I want to kiss your tummy when its sick
I want to watch back to back mushy movies with you
I want you to be angry with me, beacuae beauty ends there
I want to comb your hair
and smell you
I want to stare at your big yes and kiss your
crooked nose
and wipe wipe off your boogies
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No art, however minor, demands less than total dedication if you want to excel in it.
-Alberti
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
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Dear Diary
I have so often heard people remarking “so and so has become a ghost of themselves.” I never really knew what that meant till I looked into the mirror today. Yes the alcohol has begun it’s work. My tell tale face reveals it all. Sometimes I feel like retracing my footsteps, lovingly trace the outline of feet and toes in the wet sands of time. When did I lose my hope? It was all I had. I lost it somewhere. Maybe I will find it lying just in some dark corner of my house. A corner I have not visited in a long time.
Strange Power, I know not what thou art,
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I’d rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live—as now I live—to be
Slain twenty times a day by thee.
Yet, when I would command thee hence,
Thou mockest at the vain pretence, More
