XXFactor 55s On Men
Men like teaching me stuff,
Educating me on how it all is
Sometimes things I already know
Occasionally better than them.
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Office Capers – Tech Blunder Chronicles
Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!) at the office. SNC: Do you know the iRiver?Me: The what river?SNC: Okay, you don’t know it.Me: I didn’t hear you…what river?SNC: The iRiverMe: I don’t know it. What’s that?SNC: Its like the iPod, an MP3 playerSFOS:…
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Living On The LOC
This is what the stars have to say for me today: The analytical side of your brain is about to do battle with the emotional side of your brain. Which side do you think will win? This prizefight won’t be bloody, but it will have a conclusive winner. The losing…
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Hands
I saw this girl on a train. I couldn’t see anything of her, shrouded as she was in her traditional garb. But her hands caught my attention…they were so enticing. This then, is my ode to a stranger’s sensuality. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ To touch and feelHold..clasp….grab….clutchand smoothen Not for me, however.Sheathed and…
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The Old Mill
More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…
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Girl Talk
A weekend date with two women friends. My male friend put it as, “Spent a lot of money? Bitched a lot about men?” What would he know of girl talk?
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Invisible Man
The man and I have several themes of conversations running. We do manage to have those despite bad telephone signals along the train routes, mad auto-rickshawalas, terror workplace situations and differences in time zones.
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A Non-Conversation
It’s nice to know you that you aren’t as sad as you thought you would be. I’m very boring except when I’m flirting or blogging. You’re doing neither, any more. And I wonder who this stranger is, who sits in front of me. After a month of perfect conversations, we…
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55-Words: Hysterical
A day in 55-word notes… ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~Last night It was madnessI’m not afraid of madnessIt’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me backThat madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!One moment, one blink…is all it needs. Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness. I fell asleep last night…
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Solo
The sins of an over-hectic schedule caught up with me this weekend. I’ve been working quite hard and partying rather hard too, for my metabolism. When you wake up on a weekday (and in these times, on a weekend too), there isn’t a minute to be wasted. So much to…
