Life Of P (blog)
Once a very private LiveJournal diary, now just a place where I drop thoughts, half-ideas, and the occasional pointless observation, whenever I feel like saying something.
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A fix for sad ipod icon problem (strange and damn funny)
I was driving my car and listing to Dhoom2 soundtrack from My iPod with the help of I-trip, and Suddenly my iPod just froze when I changed the song. I did force reset MENU + SELECT for few seconds But The Sad iPod icon showed up, and I could not do anything I tried connecting it to my computer. But
Born Into Brothels: Calcutta’s Red Light Kids
Born Into Brothels: Calcutta’s Red Light Kids (2004) Born into Brothels represents the best and the worst in humanity. A woman tries to save children born to prostitutes in the Red Light District in Calcutta, India by teaching them the power of photography, when no one else cared. Although sad due to the nature of the content, it is an
7/11 Mumbai Blast
Image from http://www.dnaindia.com/india/report-mcoca-court-reserves-judgement-in-2006-mumbai-train-blasts-case-2012086 Today I went back home from Dadar to Andheri by train at 4:30 and from 6:25 there was 8 Huge Bomb blast which took place in Different parts of local trains in Mumbai. This was a pick Hrs, so trains were full of people as people were going home from offices. The blasts were so strong that
Moving back to Mumbai from Banglore
I was thinking about going back home for a long time because first of all, my parents and the rest of my family are in Mumbai, and second, trying to do everything on my own has become emotionally and financially difficult. Third, I know I can also find a much better job in media as I have finished college here
World full of weirdo’s
I have no clue why people are soooooo possessive about people they love, and then they don’t trust loved ones at all. This random guy called me last night from Aparna’s mobile. (Aparna is my old media school friend who stays next to me in Bombay) He started asking me these weird questions about Aparna, and relation between me and