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"On a break"

As mentioned in my previous post, of late I haven't been able to gather sufficient motivation or energy to make posts on this blog. Hence I am going on a self imposed exile from the blogosphere for some time. In other words I am "On a Break"

This some time may last for few hours, few days or maybe few months. It depends upon when one fine day I gather sufficient motivation to type what is there inside my head and post things on the blog!!!

Hoping to get alive soon on this blog!

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"Life is an infinite, non-converging exponential series of random irreversible screw ups of ever increasing magnitudes one after another"

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  1. Good luck with whatever u up to! and come back soon :)

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  2. Abbe ye faaltu ke draame bandh kar aur chupchaap firse likhna shuru kar.. the lives of dozens of bored office-goers will suddenly become empty! If you have even an ounce of sympathy, get back!

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