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tramp..tramp tramp all over me.... thats how i feel.....terrible... happy otherwise but terrible right now life should be sch that u watch movies and listen songs and spend time with the loving part of ur family (one person for me and one kid) ....and live.....thats how life should be recommended Godavari: Good Music Lovely Character Sketches Good Actors Good Direction decent laughs and dialogues Dogs jokes are good too Sumanth(whom i am not particulary fond of) can act after all and do a decent job too Kamalini Mukherjee-really good actress All in all i would give it a 3 and half stars out of five Very Bad Animation Kamalini Mukherjee-good actress....hope she learns telugu yaar ek hi dubbing sun sun key pakk gayee hoon NOTE:Watch it with good companies,warn parents who've tagged around ppor tiny kids that you will not tolerate noise,and see that you dont have to keep translating dialogues REQUEST TO the Director: Please show movie with subtitiles ...please...they deserve so much :...
sunday i'm all day at home 1pm she's still asleep eveing she leaves for dinner....thats called staying at home...
orange has a diffenret flavour in the night necklace road at 1am at 100kmph supberb (since we reached safe too) great company,modi,chita. good time.lasts long atleast in memory. had some more thoughts but by the time i put them to paper (or even comp) they left me...sad

and from yesterday......

one having reached the age of twenty three..... i hated hated hated john milton and his poen four years ago...and now i see what sort of misery he went through.... may sound sad...but true at some point in life or other....atleast for normal people.... and one from me to c and dkp yday.... sleepliness is a form of toxication.the aftermath being good vacuum or restless illusionary visions.my aftermath,these days being the bad form the latter.-me.

friendship

manasarovar.... heard of that place...i think i may not have spelt it right but yeah it exists...deep and high in the mystic himalayas... tehre are caves in it...many and mysterious... a two way one like a case or few an open end and a closed its destiny luck or choice that sways in your pocket...believe it or not...one of these forms are with you... to one end the pureoxygen your lungs are not used to whihc make you wonder if it is a dream,the birds that keep you company and at peace...the snow filled layers of love that give you a warmth you've known and had but never once touched or touched and got burnt. to the other you move away from the light of kindness reach misty dark end still trying to find you way... on ethe way remembering the freshness of out and wodnering what made you wade you way in...the sudden doze off you wake up from seeing the chirps turning into vultures' calls...nightmares and nightmares and tears rolling down.... a lovely dream broken by heat of the co...