I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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But, he could also be talking about another lady with a name rhyming with Diya.
As for this Deepanjan, the rate at which he's asking us to take turns at guessing, I think he's probably doing the same.
You're such a treasured junk!
About the mysterious lady, u have inched right!
deeps, for a change, stop ogling at other's girlfriend, even if its their b'day.
on second thought, by "SWEETEST LADY" did u meant sameer??? coz believe me he is NOT.i have seen IT. he is anything but SWEET.
Sittu, dirty man, you ought to be clear as to what you are talking about. There are others also who visit this blog..... :D
Rob, I ain't a part of the group any more, buddy. I withdrew my other ID from it a few days back. Wasn't feeling like being in it after all that transpired.
Deep, the kind of words you use to describe her, could only mean that you are in love. (Now, plz don't delete this comment. It is just my personal opinion.)
And many happy returns of the day to your niece. She is just one day older than me....;)
We just had a cake cutting ceremony at office today. My face was smothered by the swiss chocolate topping on that cake by my project manager amidst pleas from me to not do so; all this, while my tech lead held back my hands and the others laughed their hearts out. They must really hate me for the way I annoy them and must have planned to avenge it for quite some time now cause this doesn't happen to the others....:)
So it's sweet revenge for IBM! If only I could dig in!