My choice of language for discussions with people is dictated by the time when I got to meet them. If you know me from 2003 or earlier, I'dve talked to you in tamil, but had we meet anytime after that, it's english, no matter what your mother tongue is.
What's my point? Ha!
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Life, as seen from the eyes of a hopeless narcissist. A true story of one man's journey through life's little pleasures and pointless struggles; a man whose last friends died 65 million years ago; a man who believes evolution has taken a step back after Velociraptors...
This is the inspirational story of his life, his experiences, joys, sorrows, women and dinosaurs; his sometimes hilarious, sometimes tragic escapades and his one true love: himself.
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- I stand smitten.
- Varun alias H.Ramasamy
- I had quite forgotten what it feels to be eighteen...
- A appeal for fair play
- Observations that don't mean a thing - 1
- Those early suckers
- My choice of language for discussions with people ...
- The moral satisfaction of being fair doesn't matte...
- Dinosaurs and my hairy balls
- We don't serve beef or pork productsWhat does a ma...
- Freedom of speech and all sorts of crap
- Beautiful word.VerbrauchsmusikMusic without lastin...
- All that matters is
- Life, or something like it.
- Enne kadumi me
- So much has changed in the last two months and so ...
- Sometimes I feel distanced from life. so much happ...
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