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Time is running out fast or maybe I am too slow. Or I am in between somewhere. The past one week has been a blur. I have written posts and deleted them. All rubbish. Too many Facebook status updates, too much bubble popping game and not much sleep. 


People tell me sleep at least 12 hours a day now! But I am grateful that I manage about 3-4 hours on good days.   I haven't been much talking to people either. Especially at home I have been quiet much to my parents' chagrin. I always have something to say but not these days. Its like history repeating itself - flashback to 2003 when I had gone into complete hibernation. Practically starved myself of everything - food, company and conversation. No clue why. Lost a lot of weight though...


This time round I only seem to be piling on a lot of weight. Lol. Wasn't speaking to my sister too, for reasons best known to me. 


It is Ganesh Chaturthi today. I am sort of excited, more agitated. Work is real slow because I cannot concentrate. Have been talking a lot to my mom in law and those are the only highlights in my day. Thats it for now. Another meaningless post. Chao. 
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  1. R. Ramesh11 September 2010 at 18:28

    have fun on Ganesh chaturthi yarrr...ganpati bappa moryaaaa....liked this post ya..time is running out fast or v r too slow...vallah intersting buddy:)

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  2. Sneha11 September 2010 at 18:57

    You're lucky to have such a mom-in-law, Nikita. Not everyone gets it! Can understand it by the meaning of 'highlighted'.
    About the weight bit and other wishes, just don't worry.

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  3. Nikita Banerjee11 September 2010 at 23:10

    @ R.Ramesh

    Thank you! :D

    @ Sneha

    I am not the one who is worrying about the weight...my mom is and have to fit into a sexy lehenga...so have to lose that flab!

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  4. Raj12 September 2010 at 11:51

    i always knew that women drive men insane. now this a first. driving yourself insane? :P

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  5. Nikita Banerjee12 September 2010 at 19:29

    @ Whiskey

    Yes somewhere close to that! :P

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  6. sujata14 September 2010 at 21:06

    I am waiting for a pic of you in the sexy lehenga girl. Lose all the flab that you have to and do it soon. Hope I worried you!! Happy Ganesh chaturthi to you.

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  7. ani_aset6 October 2010 at 12:52

    take care nikki :)

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  8. surabhi15 October 2010 at 19:49

    Whats up???????????

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  9. blunt edges19 September 2011 at 00:36

    Okay! That was strange. I hope everything's fine :)

    And am sure you probably won't care for it now, but I can't hold myself from saying this. It's not "chao", it's "ciao" :P

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  10. Nikita Banerjee29 September 2011 at 22:39

    @ Blunt Edges

    Yes! I know. My excuse - confusing times. Thanks!

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