Monday, July 17, 2006. Just checking if my Blog is still working following the brouhaha that the Indian Govt has started censoring websites. Recently my friend in Iran told me that Orkut was banned in Iran. And i, unfortunately, took the liberty of giving her a lecture on the democratic form of Govt in India. I probably should not have done that. Wednesday, July 12, 2006. Currently tripping on this song by Greenday. I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known.

Monday, April 02, 2007. Much water has flown under the bridge since then. Barked Inzamam-Ul-Huq, at the post match press conference.

Saturday, April 07, 2007. What is it that I ask of myself? The discretion of self will and self considered righteous rights of birth, life and death seem to be controlled not by the giver, but by the manipulator. Where have the delicate strands of my life been caught? My life resembles the tombstone that is adorned with the wreaths of moss and bugs. My past, an epitaph of my present grave. The will of writing, a weak slave of the motion of desire.