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        <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 21:04:10 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Songs</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:02:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've just put up a bunch of songs. They show up here as literature, but they're meant to be read while listening to the songs - they are on <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.myspace.com/bharatmirle">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I got featured!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 02:20:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My Photograph, Window By The Pavement was featured here <a href="http://news.deviantart.com/article/73061/">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A Tricycle and a Handgrenade</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 11:44:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been a while since I posted anything. I haven't been taking too many pictures, but I've been doing some writing and some illustration. Once I'm done with that I'll put it up. It's still raining in Bangalore, and I quite like it actually - except of course when I'm riding home and I get stuck...ugh.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ice-cream and Kababs</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 03:15:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Bangalore's improving, as far as the weather is concerned. It's been raining in the evenings, and the heat isn't nearly as bad as that hellhole Ahmedabad. I'm dying to go to this place called 'Cottonpet', which is located in the grimy entrails of the city to take some pictures, only I'm too lazy. To make things worse, and to add irony to the whole thing, I've been bored off my ass. I'm lazy to act, and I'm bored 'cause I'm not acting. I've been blogging some, but that's about it. Blech. Thoo! <br /><br />Waiting for Romit to get back so we can resume our Trip Hop music project. Will keep you updated. More pictures to be posted soon.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Another *sigh*</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:16:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I got back from Gokarna yesterday, and I already want to go back...I'm dying to get out of the city, not that I don't like Bangalore, but it's just that, soon my entire 'Bangalore world' is going to fall apart, all my friends (most of them are going back to their homes, to different parts of the country, to different countries. I'll always submit pictures though, Once I've resumed deviantart, I can't get off, and I realize I've missed it like hell. I've got my interview in a few days, so I'm of to Ahmedabad - so you'll probably get pictures from there soon.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>buckets of tears and drops of rain</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 10:49:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I actually like writing these things. I'm sitting up late, 'cause I only fall asleep at two in the morning or something. I leave for Gokarna tomorrow and I just can't wait to get out of this city. Bangalore's home, but home gets boring rather often. I'm off to Ahmedabad at the end of the month for my NID interview. I'm all super kicked. Ok, I don't like writing these as much as I thought I did when I started this chunk.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Eating Kababs with a Pipe</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:54:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been ages since I posted anything. The truth is, my life actually picked up (I know! I didn't think that was possible either) and so deviantart took the back seat. Also, I've been doing some drawing and writing. I promise to update more often. I have a lot of photography to post - I finally got my inspiration from reading Chacha Choudhary - Jai Bajrang Bali!). Please read my blog, PLEASE! - acutallyy, I don't really give a shit, it's <a href="http://www.blahnotes.blogspot.com">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Shooting stars with my watergun</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 23:12:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I've started up my photography again and I find myself right where I started, I'll probably end up with ' Photographer's Block' again. I almost did a while ago, but Sudhan <a href="http://grisloup.deviantart.com/">[link]</a> asked me to go out taking pictures and I was all kicked again. I want to do something different with my photography, or there's no point. Take it further or something. That's not happening right now, so I move to writing, drawing which is great, but Taking pictures is less exhausting... argh, maybe I'm not able to translate what I want to say into what I'm saying. So, dear reader, Some new drawing will be up soon (If you give a damn that is) - new stuff. Now I run...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>*sigh* again</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 19:00:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ People are so frickin' pretentious.<br />
sometimes, they don't mean to be, but their method of expression is so affected that it's all a bunch of pretentious crap.<br />
And i say it now, The tri-colour trilogy (red,White,blue) by Krzysztof Kieslowski are some of THE most pretentious films ever made. I don't know why i suddenly said this, but HEY this is MY frickin' journal!! and i'll say whatever i feel like!!<br />
 Shit about 'poison in my veins'<br />
                 'the pain that corrodes my thoughts'<br />
                 'fear that freezes my senses'<br />
IT'S ALL CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
 All of it sounds like lyrics to some Linkin Park song. THOO!!!! ]]></description>
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                <title>*sigh*</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 23:28:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm incessantly battered with instances where i think to myself, "DAMN! I wish i had my camera!!" and in anticipation of such instances, i've started carrying my camera along with me, but i guess my camera's a' "DAMN! I wish i had my camera!!" instance' repellant and nothiung happens<br />
<br />
I just Finished editing my first short film. it's slightly over five minutes long. It's pretty good if i may say so myself. Looking for a contest or something that i could enter it into.<br />
<br />
Wake up and smell the coffee that ferments below your staircase and quit deliriously saying in your sleep, "what's that dreadful smell?!!"<br />
Sunlight comes pouring through your window, but you can just get a pail and throw it out. <br />
Or, you could save all your money, buy a LOT of rubber and make a gargantuan water balloon to extinguish the sun. or if that's too hard, try and drown the moon. Hold up an umbrella for protection and smoke a couple of 'em cigars 'cause you just had a baby boy. But God doesn't really care, 'cause he isn't really there and he's just a figment of your imagination. ]]></description>
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