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I M NM: December 2006
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Saturday, December 2, 2006. Well, blogging almost was out of mind, till yesterday when i read a very, very nicely written blog. The lost love for blogging raised its cute face and i just thought maybe i should get back to scribbling thoughts on the vast www, letting people who i dont even know exist know about what my minds. This is a blog about me, about my thoughts and above all, about life, the way i see it. You know this coz you know.
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I M NM: Letters from Sydney: Episode 9
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Friday, May 30, 2008. Letters from Sydney: Episode 9. Its 2 a.m at night and I am sitting on the Black leather couch in the living room of my new apartment, looking out through the glass covered balcony, at the vast expanse of the Sydney International Airport, as another flight takes off, to go to some destination taking alongwith it some people like me, dying to go back to the place they call, home. Is there anyone who could figure things out for me?
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I M NM: March 2007
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Saturday, March 31, 2007. Letters from Sydney: Episode 1. This is the first letter from my 10 letters from Sydney. Here I am sitting at my apartment, 66-A, Dalmeny Avenue, Rosebery, Sydney, NSW. What can be my address for the next 2 years is a very, very warm and cozy place. Owned by a 30ish Natalie Courtier, 66-A is a duplex, with a living room and kitchen taking up the ground floor, we, (David, Natalie, Sac and I) live on the first floor. That did it&#...
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I M NM: Letters from Sydney: Episode 8
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Friday, May 18, 2007. Letters from Sydney: Episode 8. This was never intended to be a travelogue. It was always meant to be an account of my constantly changing frames of mind in a country which is not mine, in a city which was a stranger to me. Three months after I first landed in Sydney, quite a few things have changed. I am no longer a stranger to Sydney. Sydney is no longer a stranger to me. 8220;What’s the logic? I was amazed to see 130-150 hits on ...
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I M NM: May 2008
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Friday, May 30, 2008. Letters from Sydney: Episode 9. Its 2 a.m at night and I am sitting on the Black leather couch in the living room of my new apartment, looking out through the glass covered balcony, at the vast expanse of the Sydney International Airport, as another flight takes off, to go to some destination taking alongwith it some people like me, dying to go back to the place they call, home. Is there anyone who could figure things out for me?
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I M NM: May 2007
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Friday, May 18, 2007. Letters from Sydney: Episode 8. This was never intended to be a travelogue. It was always meant to be an account of my constantly changing frames of mind in a country which is not mine, in a city which was a stranger to me. Three months after I first landed in Sydney, quite a few things have changed. I am no longer a stranger to Sydney. Sydney is no longer a stranger to me. 8220;What’s the logic? I was amazed to see 130-150 hits on ...
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I M NM: April 2007
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A few untold stories. A few unthought of thoughts. Saturday, April 28, 2007. For you, Bro. Sarang and I have been brothers, as real as real can be. Sharing similar passions but strikingly different mindsets, when it’s the two of us, we don’t need anyone else. We can stay alone for days and I am pretty sure that we would not get bored, except for when he plays the damned flute. This is to the guy who turned 27 today. This is to the spirit, of making dreams come true, against all odds. 8221; my Head of sch...