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Indians are not really very well known for philanthropy. This perception is changing, true. But still we are yet to reach a position where we can say that we donate money for causes we believe in. Most of the social or other work is either funded by the Government or by NGOs which almost entirely gets funds from other countries! There are plenty of crowdsourcing websites that I checked over the week and this is the one that I would like you to focus on - if you wish to do something to make a change. Rangde - This website helps you finance rural and other micro-projects that help people get started. The investment required is very little in fact - you can even donate as little as Rs. 100! If you wish to make some change and help someone directly and quickly you can do that here. Check the projects that are ongoing and you can help. You can even start with something close to where you live - maybe you can see your contribution help someone. Another part is that - the money y

I had been watching 'In The Flesh' for the last couple of weeks. I must say, I was impressed. The show has got some really serious shortcomings, but on the whole it does make a mark. Some of the most disastrous flaw is this - dead people are coming up as being alive and even then they move about pretty normally. Hell, they even respond to medicines! Without a heart beating and metabolism, they get the energy to walk, talk, attack etc and behave as normal human beings! Attached to this is the obscene relevance to religion - quotes from the Bible, to give it a more plausible meaning. This actually makes the whole thing more ridiculous. An infection would have been acceptable, but a real dead coming to half life and that too on medicines was too difficult to accept. In spite of these serious shortcomings, the story is quite solid. The acting is exemplary and convincing. The attacks make sense, the society is well structured and things are under control. Every thing is ver

Dear , I hate to admit it. But I kind of miss you. It's a friendly 'miss you'. I know the difference. Also for the first time I wished like worshiping you. By worshiping I mean all of you. Like me wishing to thank God for making every bit of you. All of you. I will be honest. I looked at you before, at the countless pictures and in person but never felt strongly about it. This was the time when I first saw you. For the first time. When I drew you. In the meantime please check out this beautiful song that I heard. Happy weekend and happy drawing, singing or whatever you wish to do to liven up your life.Will call you Sunday evening ;) Sarthak

There are some people whom you know are odd. By odd I don't mean with 3 eyes or stuff like that, that is quite normal. I mean people who lead normal lives but one look at them and you know they are mass murderers, serial killers or compulsive sex offenders etc. The unsympathetic eyes, the I don't give a f attitude and the staying aloof - all give you the signals you need. When you see these things in a person, and also add to that the 1000 yard gaze they have , sitting alone, all busy to themselves. Of course they won't have friends or even anyone to talk to. Know why? You know why - because they are serial killers at a minimum, they have their dark passengers. They kill and feel nothing and the life that you see in front of your eyes is just a facade they put up to cover their darker side. Look at the guy on the extreme left in this image - that's the stare I am talking about. So we have a serial killer in our office. I wish I could give you his name but well

After a very long time I actually felt sick. I mean physically sick. Thursday I came from office and slept right away. On Friday dragged myself to office. Irritated Jofi and when she hit back I almost felt like frying. So anyway, she had her dance audition and dressed in fiery red. Yes I hate auditions, never attended them, even when I was a part of it. But anyway there I was - on time! It started with some solo singers - some good, most terrible. Somehow I regretted not being a part of it. Finally the group dance happened and boy oh boy, she danced like anything. I really felt proud. The guy who was her partner was superb too - all in all great chemistry and a stellar performance. I was burning by then, so as soon as it was over I left. In the bus got a call from Lali and got down and walked back to stand. She did an epic screw up with her superiors. So heard her story and after she got down I slept. Reached home and slept again but not before recording a few songs.

Yes the premonitions have returned. Remember the foreknowledge of bad things happening to people I care about/ or to me personally? The feeling of being lost, disturbed sleep at night, nightmares have all come back and I don’t like one bit of it. Under the circumstances this makes me wonder about the demons who supposedly left me about 3 years ago. Is this temporary or are these to stay again. Time will tell. That I may be running out of it is another matter altogether. Also a couple of things happened last week. Some were nice and some hurt, though I don't blame anyone. At office this friend of mine said that she sometimes worries if all the guys are like me. I was kinda taken aback - I knew what she meant. She was hoping that his boyfriend would not turn out like me. I reassured her saying that I am different, most guys are good. But it hurt like hell, the innocence and honesty with which she said that was like a grenade being lobbed under my chair. I somehow just control

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.” This quote is from the movie 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' .  If I were to sum you up in a few lines this would be the perfect description. You are this way – not good, not bad, nothing … but you.