I’ve been lazy. My usual bouts of laziness that comes and goes. Like those days where I just don’t feel like typing. Plus, I thought; no one cares anyway. No one reads here anyway, so a few days worth gap
The Beach.
It was Abhi’s birthday on the 11th and if I haven’t mentioned this before – I’m very poor with numbers and dates alike. I somehow seem to prefer text more to numbers. I must say that I’ve been fascinated by
The petrol bunk drama; amongst others!
Before I go on to describe the ordeal that I had to go through at a petrol bunk here in Bangalore, I’d like to talk about how much of an imbecilic fool I’ve been and how my extravagant nature is
Nostalgia, a visit.
A couple of really awesome one’s someone gave me some time back: Your tears fall Right on my heart It hurts me more than you To see you fall apart I want no love That causes you pain Ill try
The ‘move on’ generation.
I’d like to begin with this: This seems like an advertisement that’d make people giggle or to the least bring a smile on anyone’s face. Its not because the advertisement has a deep meaning but its more in awe for