tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87506548816844016972011-11-14T13:23:09.204+05:30Renukanoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750654881684401697.post-74868847418652310942011-11-14T12:46:00.007+05:302011-11-14T12:54:43.198+05:30

After having thought long and hard about this, I think the only way the beginning of "Life, the Universe and Everything Else" makes sense to me, is if there is no concept of a start and a stop.Unfortunately, that probably means I can't begin to understand what it means to not have a start and a stop, if I don't already understand it.

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Theorem: Everyone has a particular quality for which they yearn to be admired. More often than not, only people who are close to them can see this quality.Postulate: If you want to get close to someone tout de suite, the surest way to do this is compliment him/her on this quality.This is not terribly hard to see. For notational convenience, lets call this quality your Mojo. Now this may not

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It's beyond me how the term "fakeness" is used so widely. My source here is rather lame, but over a thousand profiles on orkut have the word "fakeness" in them! Isn't the noun "fakery"... or have my poor old oxford and dictionary.com not been updated? I even looked it up on Merriam-Webster, but without any luck. Do people believe that this is actually a word, or am I living in some distant land

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I can't decide whether I love having choices or hate it.I do realize the world would be a rather boring place if things just came your way, without you having to choose. But that would make life so much simpler. Strangely, and perhaps justifiably, some people do believe that that is exactly what happens. You can read about it here. There is no free will they say. The idea there is that you don't

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Mothers! They seem to defy every rational or logical conclusion that I have drawn about human behaviour in general. It's almost as if they don't belong to the same species as the rest of us.For one, I believe (as you may have read in a previous post) that every relationship is a give-get transaction, not necessarily material. And still there are times when I can't understand why my mother gives

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You know how this particular category of "best-sellers" have this way of taking a certain cliché like "Why women can't drive" or "Why men can't distinguish between certain colours" and mapping it to some previously unknown statistical data, and coming to a conclusion as to how all this is entirely genetic and is in fact truer than you think! I'm sure that most of you have read at least one such

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Scene I:(The parking lot in my company. A senior and I are walking towards the office.)Me: Did you vote?Senior: No. You voted? Wow! I don't think my name is on the voting list. You see, I shifted from my residence in Kothrud, and my name is still on that list.Me: So why don't you get it put on the list in your area?Senior (looking visibly surprised): There's a procedure to do that?? I thought it

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I walked into the restroom at my workplace the other evening only to find a rather wet toilet seat. Now, you probably know by now, especially so if you are a girl, how terribly annoying that is! And what makes it worse is not knowing whose droplets they are! That doesn't mean that it is particularly pleasant to know exactly who left the droplets behind... but there is an absolute-disgust-factor (

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Exactly how sad are you supposed to feel after a break up? This has been a question that has always troubled me. I have had my share of relationships, and that implies that I've had those-many-minus-one break-ups; and so far I've never really been too sour/upset about even one. I do confess that there have been times when I felt pretty lousy about the whole thing. But that didn't last more than

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Have you ever taken the time to seriously think about what it is that makes people successful? I mean, look around you... there are scores of people who have really made it big; and I'm often left deriving this equation that would tell me what I would have to have, and in what measure, to be like any of them. Then, all that would remain is to get those variables in those proportions, et voila!Is

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This post is dedicated to all those people who are wondering what happened to all my tall claims of never starting a blog.A blog to me was this mechanism through which a large population of highly uncreative people could act "cool" and bore the s*** out of the rest of the world. Of course there were some who were entertaining, but on the whole it seemed to me like those ugly, smiley-faced,

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