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The giver. The taker. 😊

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Bonus Wager

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Cashew #agadithota

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IKIGAI

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Mother

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Search

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Depreciation

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#Sunset #Agadithota

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Huttithare Kannada nadalli hutta beku. #agadithota 😏 @happyism

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To be done away.

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#Anandanilyam #bliss

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Etched in mind

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Only two things possible

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Short Stories

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Conscience

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I don't Understand

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#kubsadoni #Nagarishwara #Hubballi

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Sleep Clean

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The Old Man

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Edgy

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Smart TV

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Crincle

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Muckle.

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“Just do it.”- Want a #diary entry beginning with the phrase “Just do it” “Just, not do it” is also good. I am trying very hard to get words to put forth my thoughts on this subject – right now! Boss...

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Ponder!

Interesting #soothe http://bit.ly/1RgwLX3 — Girmit (^‿^) (@cgBalu) March 14, 2016

Who is the hero?

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Minimal

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Sawhorse

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Our two wings connected. I was thinking about #Rameshwaram corridor when I captured this. #new building. #SWRHQ

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Nosebag

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Dark

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Sanjay #diary

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Sanjay is the son of the Durai  and   Vasantha . The   Durai   couples have a daughter called   Nithya .   Durai   and   Vasantha   ill treat   Sundari right from the beginning of the story .   Sundari   is the widowed sister-in-law of   Durai . The late Mr.   Kathir   and   Durai   are brothers.   I related the story to my mother because we are one male and two female children of my mother like   Sundari .   We also had struggles in life but not like   Sundari .   The long story ended on Sun TV and I have grabbed that slot of 10.30 to 11.00 pm to watch something on HD channel.  -- cgbalu from Hubbali

Waiting

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She Struggled #diary

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She struggled.  It was only struggling, struggle and struggle to the last. In the last episodes, she was captured by a quarry owner to perform human sacrifice. She was clad in a yellow saree. She was away from her son Nataraj (Fellow was doing all nonsense in the beginning of the serial) Madhi, her daughter was at the beginning was taking emotional disrespectful decisions and was married to a vagabond. Surya the darling daughter, had problems from other sources. The everlasting problems created by Chittappa Durai and his wife Vasantha ended only when Vasantha became insane losing their son Sanjay.

Colours

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More than Three Years #diary

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More than three years. Approximately 3x50x5=750 days. I have approximated. It would definitely be more than 750 episodes.     I don't wonder at the patience of the artists or the technical people who have taken care to show a long story to the audience.      I am speaking about the serial " Azhagi " The heroine's name is Sundari . Sundari means beauty.     I admire only the beauty of the patience with which my mother watched this serial all these days.   The story : "Sundari is a widow and help maid. She is the mother of Madhi , Nataraj and Surya. She  Struggles."

Bhavanishankar and Shankaranarayana temple. #shivatathri

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Another view of the Bhavanishankar temple. #shivarathri #Hubballi

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Hat

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Next Writing. #Diary

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Next writing begins on Saturday evening.     This Friday saw the end of a Mega serial on Sun TV.  It was running between 10.30 PM to 11 PM every weekday, barring some festival days for the past three years.     I could see some of my diary entries of the year 2013 available on my Google drive  had the mention of the serial " Azagi "  whenever I watched.   I was not patient enough to search or pick up the story line from those entries. Then why  take note of  things?   My mother watched this serial patiently and consistently for the past three years.

Artistry

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Thanks much for your Patience #Diary

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"Thanks for the patience" that is what the box messages say when we are working through a task on  the  computer   when the machine takes some time to process the information to give us the needed results. This is a great message, to soothe the irritability of waiting.    We want to do the things and get the results simultaneously.   A thing which is not possible at all.   "Thanks for my patience." I say to myself. I was waiting    from yesterday to write about this  subject.   Some  thoughts on the subject  escaped from my  memory . Shall continue in the next writing.

Ponder!

Soothing time :) Sketchpad http://bit.ly/1oXT477 #soothe http://pic.twitter.com/WFUFkqpkfQ — Girmit (^‿^) (@cgBalu) March 5, 2016

Twitter Time Line.

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Computer #diary

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Shutting down the computer is okay.   Just shut down, lift yourself up and get lost.  Later ask someone's help to switch off the power or chit chat with someone and put the thing off. Starting the computer is the lousiest thing.   You are full of ideas or things to be done using the computer Initially, you have to switch on power buttons, then the start button. "This has to be done…this has to be done" The mind throbs. Heck, the computer.  "Loading your personal settings…" When to start doing my work? "My dear Computer, why are you testing my patience?" --  cgbalu from Hubbali

Celebrations #diary

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  This day I wanted to celebrate my web presence.  Just like that. I wanted to be present in the web sites I frequent.  Celebration is hindered.  I get all the chores not related to the web.   That is the day. Better write the Main junctions I visit on the Web. Yahoo. MSN. Google. Gmail. Outlook Mail. Yahoo Mail. Blogger. Wordpress. MyWapblog. Medium. 280daily, Mailnet dairy, jotstory. Live journal. Twitter. Face book. Tumblr. Rebelmouse. Evernote. Boxnote. Onenote. Diigo. Flickr. Instagram. Word online. Google Document. Google Calendar. Buffer. Unfollowers. Pablo. Celebrate. Write. Read. Change the tabs.  Close the browsers.  Shut down Computer. -- cgbalu from Hubbali

The year 2001 #diary

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The year 2001 was the time when this obsession of blogging caught me. It was blogger.com then and later Google acquired that. If my memory is right, G-mail came into existence after blogger. Writing in the "Blogging to soothe the Nerves" continues to this day. This activity is a Soothing relaxation for me. The first story available in this blog is "Gabriel's house." Reading that again today, I remember that journey and Mr. Gabriel. Good feeling. I have been scribbling on the net since 2001. Going back to read oldies happens occasionally. Ok, that occasion is to be celebrated.   -- cgbalu from Hubbali