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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Numero 200. Bazinga.

Seething in high fever, vision blurred, serving my time to the viral going around town I finally step out of the denial of being unwell. Yes. I am sick.

Through the delirium I listen to the most obnoxious combinations


Ernest Hemingway's Nobel acceptance speech on SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/brainpicker/hemingway-nobel-speech-1954

with Ustaad HariPrasad Chaurasiya with Raag Yaman. If heaven had another name. [Yes. Fever. Very high. Don't question sanity]"







courtesy: Facebook status update


but then comes the real winner.



Flash mob, that too with a big bang...BANG!

Few things in life make me this happy. a 200th post, hearing Hemingway's voice, beautiful rhythm play by HP Chaurasiya and umm...bazinga.


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