Conversation#3779

I saw this guy (kid?) negotiating with the lady at 7-11. I missed the first part of the conversation, but from the looks of it, she was refusing to sell him beer.
She asks him for the ID.
He brandishes his school ID in front of her– “May 1992″, Now it’s July, I *am* 18.

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In which we get a new kind of complex.

I was rotting at work, so I called one of my colleagues out for a coffee. It’s besides the fact that we landed up having a glass of wine each.
And he told me, he had to explain to other people, where I had vanished for three weeks. Since I am on talking terms with him, [...]

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Dilemma

He is a colleague, immensely attractive. And I am stretching the bounds of the word immensely. When I started working, I had a teensy-weensy crush on him – it wasn’t unnatural, he is hot, I am normal. Then the company parties happened – we danced together. A lot. Both of us are much better than [...]

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Cynic

The problem with having met as many bad people as I have is that when the good people come, and are out and about (after constantly scratching the surface to find motives) I file them under figment-of-my-imagination, use words like can’t-be and look at even tangible things like phone numbers in disbelief.
Ah, well. At least I [...]

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Petrovic…

1992. The first time I was watching sport on Colour TV. And the Olympic games…
Hola, Barcelona!
Love the place, the club, the language ever since…..
And I remember the ‘92 Olympic games a lot……
Coming to the point, I remember Basketball, and the Dream Team….. Jordan, Magic, Bird, Ewing… and Barkley, who quickly became my favourite.
And I remember [...]

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About the one who wandered…

Late night viewing of “Into the wild”. I fell in love with the soundtrack first. Eddie Vedder mixes the spirit of the wanderer with the sense of foreboding in a cocktail so potent that songs play on loop endlessly, and in an instant you grab the tone of the movie. The movie wouldn’t hit the [...]

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About the one who strayed…

Weird first few days of the hostel. Unsure, naïve me, cloistered from the world all this while. People zip by. I meet people. Smelly, loud, tall North-Indians; Oliy, grammatically wayward South-Indians; Slimy, political Bengalis; Taciturn, sticking-to-themselves North-easterns… ‘What-the-fuck’-ing big-city kids; Wide-eyed, gauche small-towners… getting used to them all was a slow process.
 
A wild-haired, rather [...]

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Peeve #146

I still can’t get over my block against pplz who wrte lik dis. I just can’t deal with it. Especially the ones who replace the “and” with “an”, as in, “mkngwrd an Rtro hve a blg”. The ‘d’ is just a teensy-weensy letter there. Type it. Please.
But I digress. That wasn’t the original point of [...]

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In which we play tag and quote a poem

Well, we have been tagged. And you know, there is two of us. I have taken the onus to do the tag.
Family, Friends, Yourself, Your love (all posts), and Anything you like
And the yourself above, us, and the reason why this blog exists is described best by Emily Dickinson…
I ’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you [...]

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Peeve #1213

You know when you order sandwiches, and they helpfully divide them into quarters. They shouldn’t really do that. It causes the entire thing to disintegrate, and it’s bloody annoying when that happens.
PS: We are rethinking our decision about categories. We are open to vote.

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