Why Doctor’s cannot cure you?
If the title made you think otherwise, let me make it very clear – This is NOT an article about God or strength of Prayer and sorts. You can stop… Read more Why Doctor’s cannot cure you? →
I am a Bitches Man!
** Links in the post open in a new window I realized this when I was listening to George Carlin – How’s your dog? from his 1976 album ‘On the… Read more I am a Bitches Man! →
The Worlds First Programmers…
I was having one of those random conversations with one of my friends, to whom I am grateful for exercising restraint and not punching my face in. These conversations are… Read more The Worlds First Programmers… →
Ways to get Free Food
Its a very simple and probably well-practiced theory. Take a look at my 13 steps to free-food: Make a list of all your friends. Mark their birthdays on the calender with a name corresponding the dates. See how many friends have you got. You should then target each month. Spend hours on Orkut and other community websites (I prefer Orkut) Your aim should be to make a friend for each day of the month, say February (its a good start..shorter month) Try to keep the circle within the town or… Read more Ways to get Free Food →
Will you lie with me?… (Part One)
This is first of the multi-part series on the topic of the Art of Lying. “Lying is universal–we _all_ do it. Therefore, the wise thing is for us diligently to train ourselves to lie thoughtfully, judiciously; to lie with a good object, and not an evil one; to lie for others’ advantage, and not our own; to lie healingly, charitably, humanely, not cruelly, hurtfully, maliciously; to lie gracefully and graciously, not awkwardly and clumsily; to lie firmly, frankly, squarely, with head erect, not haltingly, tortuously, with pusillanimous mien, as being… Read more Will you lie with me?… (Part One) →
The beauty of see-(de)duction…Sonnet 116 through Ilium
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the… Read more The beauty of see-(de)duction…Sonnet 116 through Ilium →
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