Posted: Thursday, May 31, 2007 by Stained in Labels:

The rush at DU outlet/shop in Al Ghurair City.
I was wondering if these people knew about the poor reception that comes with DU. Oh wait! not poor but terrible reception to be exact.

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Beautiful sunset + traffic = Dubai [29/05/07]

Posted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007 by Stained in

Well I was planning to start a photoblog sometime back but then my mobile camera got busted so my plan went down the drain. So I keep borrowing other peoples camera now & then duo to which I've had Gudiya's cybershot with me for a few weeks. Now I gotto give it back & I'm kinda sad. Can't wait to get my own camera [the Sony cybershot H7] as a b'day gift from my sister. :D

Anyway some pictures I took while driving back from college after a horrible Exam paper :(.

Beautiful sunset + traffic = Dubai [29/05/07]

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What can anyone do...

Posted: Tuesday, May 29, 2007 by Stained in

When a person knows more than the other person thinks he/she knows, when that person has every reason to doubt that other person & that person has no idea, what can one do. Confusion prevails as usual, can't let the truth out cause don't want to fight, tired of it, but hiding it inside is also killing. To be honest, What can anyone do?...can someone answer....

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The Forgotten part of Dubai

Posted: Monday, May 28, 2007 by Stained in

These were some pictures I took todaywhile walking from City Centre.

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Hate this....

Posted: Saturday, May 26, 2007 by Stained in

Its weird how a death of a relative/common friend/common acquaintance can make two people who haven't spoken for ages duo to some conflict speak to each other like nothing was wrong between them in the first place. Its pathetic in my opinion. How can you console a person you don't like. If you don't like a person, you don't like that person for all eternity unless your perspective about that person was waaaay off the mark & you have a very good reason to change what you feel.

I know many people disagree with me on this but I just don't get it. Its the same in college, if a person who has not been true to you, who you don't like. How can you just go & have fun. Its like "Hey!! who cares if you don't like that person, this is fun".

After some recent events I have become more mad. People can't share ones happiness on the birth of a baby but when an elder dies everyone is meeting up & consoling that person who was closest. Its is said that when you share sadness it reduces & when you share happiness it increases. With all this sadness in this world why are people so reluctant to share other peoples happiness but are so happy to console them at times of sadness. Either do both or none at all...so that...

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Posted: Friday, May 25, 2007 by Stained in

This is sooo cool....Future Computer supposedly

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Posted: Monday, May 21, 2007 by Stained in

A cute advertisement of the new Hyundai car..... :D

& A video as proof that cats are trying to communicate with us....

& Great Video...Just for laughs:Gags

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Posted: Tuesday, May 15, 2007 by Stained in Labels:

A word so simple
With so many tacit words
These whys and wherefores that he grasps
Rolling on and on in his fucking brain
The society that passes him by
Without a second glance
The heartache they can't spot
A feeling to not fit in
To be dealing with existence alone
Hollow pages in front of his eyes
Ink splattered across the floor
Silent screams resounding in his head
A beast ready to roar

She's seeing him now
For reasons mysterious to him
What can he name us
Will he ever realise
The attention feels pleasant
But how long will this survive
He looks up to the sky for an answer
As today grows into tomorrow
The day has rolled away
And she's already departed
He's on his way down all over again
To that ditch he calls home
Now he will lie here unnoticed
Till the attention sparkles on him again

Now he waits
For that day to emancipate him
To put him back in the limelight
Till then he'll burn
Till then he'll wish some people were dead
For the end of their existence
He looks for just that one chance
But life is not his playground
And things move on
So does the society all around
Without a second glance
Rolling in his fucking head
Loud whispers muffled in his head
A man ready to moan


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My Cats

Posted: Monday, May 14, 2007 by Stained in Labels:

This post has been loooooooong due. A post about my cats. I've got two cats.

Let me begin with the older one.
We got her from 'Feline Friends' on 15th may 2003 when she was about 6 weeks old, completely white. We called her 'Minnie', don't remember who came up with the name though... She's a completely spoiled attention seeker. She hates not being the centre of a person's attention and will go to the extent of scratching whoever doesn't pay attention to her. I have had to deal with this erratic behaviour quite a few times especially when I'm chatting away with my friends on the phone. She'll 'meow' loudly initially to get my attention, if that fails she'll either jump on my lap or start purring quite loud. If she's already in a 'not so good' mood, she'll skip the purring/lap time & will let her nails do the talking. She loves to be treated like a 'Queen'. But she's just sooo adorable..she sleeps with me, sits with me in the middle of the night, does the Eskimo quite well....etc. One thing annoying about her is that she gets scared quite easily which has led us to have many scratches all over our bodies plus she hates strangers. We used to try to give her a bath when she was young which was a bad idea. Anyway nowadays we just use a wet towel to wipe them now & then. I don't have any old pictures of her on the computer as I didn't have my mobile camera then so I'll just post some recent ones.

The younger one. Found her in my parking eating some garbage as my brother almost ran over her with his car. I got her up [as in to my house], stood outside waiting for my parents to decide what to do. We decided to let it in for the night, clean it, feed it & leave it the next morning. Well that next morning never came & this pipsqueak hasn't left my house [apart the various expeditions it tries to undertake by running off to the other floors] since then. We initially planned to call her 'Silvy' but the name evolved into 'Chottu'. She's 80% black with golden brownish hair all over her body [like how we humans get a few grey hair here & there as we age] & she's white on her underside. She also has one white paw with the rest are black...kinda weird in a funky way. Anyway she loves licking our hair, hand or face. She loves guests & does not get scared that easily. She loves sneaking outside & make me run up & down the stairs after her. She never lets me cut her nails which have a tendency to grow into sharp fishing hooks that really hurt, trust me. She hardly purrs or meows loudly. She loves the sun, jumping ridiculously onto our cupboards, falling from places...she's the wacko of the two. Her most annoying behaviour is when she chews on our hands like they a juicy bones & when she irritates 'Minnie' while she sleeps. Again just the recent pictures for her.

I think I have covered all that I can think of about this bunch of completely spoiled cats who are now a part of my family & I don't know how we will deal with it when they become tooo old.... :(

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Posted: Sunday, May 06, 2007 by Stained in

Parkour - (park-or) an urban activity where a traceur completes a 'run', overcoming obstacles on the route with a variety of gymnastic and acrobatic moves including elements such as jumps, vaults, and wall runs.

Well this art was introduced to my gang by two of my friends, that was the year 2004. For about 2 years me & my friend tried to perform this art to our maximum potential. With the lack of any Gymnasium at our disposal we did all that we could do without breaking any of our bones. We took a videos during some jams we had, here is a compilation of those videos....hope you like it....

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spectre of her past..

Posted: Tuesday, May 01, 2007 by Stained in Labels:


She dwells in ignorance
Concerning all that she had once accomplished
For folks whose breath was dearest
What does she possess
What does she bear inside
Obscureness, Isolation, Tears & Grief
What exists of her crusade
A smile on every face
What are the incentives that sustain
For her to weep for their pain
Hither she lays alone
Reflecting on how her lifeline expired
A fresh new day when she blundered
Yet another promise she raped
Pounding the invisible barrier
Calling out to deaf ears
As she invades dejection
Wishing for a spirit
To just live here
But what she has served
No one shall do for her
As she crumbles in this deepening sorrow
Reminiscing all those painful souvenirs
She's the damned one
Maybe she should run
But she's scared to be alone
Even though lonely she is
So she will cut out humanity
Create a world of her own
Till the time comes for her to strive
When the clock ticks away for her end
And this world will never perceive her pain
It will never try to bang her again

She shall be a spectre of her past
Hidden in the darkness around


I like this one. A rare long poem by me.....

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