V!

The following write up has no contribution from my side – I have just reproduced it from the forward I received by my friend. I found the content a touch Venerable in the sense it makes up for some Very Voluble Voluntary writing by some Vivacious (V)idiots…(*_*)

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See how the intellect is flowing at onsite..Read from the bottom
Context : All of us went to watch a movie called ' V' for vendetta y'day and these are the crapivity of the screenplay writer.

Regards,
Ujjwal
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Vanda

Thanks,
Arindam Choudhury
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Does "V" stand for "victory," "virtue," or "vile" and "vapid"?

Regards,
Santosh

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Oye chaaasiiii......

Regards,
Anurag

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Ek Do Tin Chaar band karo yeh 'V' waali atyachar....

Regards,
Judhajit

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Remember, Remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot
I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot

Thanks,
Arindam Choudhury

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"Behind this mask is a man, and behind this man is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof."

Regards,
Sumit.

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Vumit u r just vivacious!

Regards,
Judhajit
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Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both
victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere
veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished,
as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands
vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin
vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious
violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as
a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day
vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of
verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my
very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Regards,
Sumit.
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Ve Vend!
(The End)

Green Revolution!!

The Bird/Avian Flu scare in India has prompted this chicken (& chick ;-) ) lover for the past 24 odd years to turn green – not with envy – but with desperation to eat something reasonable. It has been around 10-12 days since I laid my hands on a chicken tangdi – the very thought of which makes me sad for a while. Fish, Mutton or shrimp/prawn don’t really make up for the absence of chicken in my life – the agony of waiting this long (I don’t even know HOW long) has forced me to look into other culinary delights.

Yesterday when I went shopping for vegetables with one of my friends – I felt good – real good to see various shades of green on the veg mart. For the people who dislike monochrome – let me assure you that the red, purple, yellow, orange hues in the tomatoes, brinjals (eggplant), lemon, melons, etc. made the canvas in my eyes as proud as the ones in front of Pablo Picasso in his heydays! Unfortunately it was my friend who needed to shop – and not me. I made up my mind to stock the refrigerator back in my apartment with mint fresh veggies in the forthcoming weekend – and grabbed a few fresh looking capsicums in the bargain.

This morning when I was about to leave for office, our cook (Aurobinda) asked me what to prepare for lunch and dinner. I instructed him to make any curry from the vegetables we have. To my dismay he uttered the same set of vegetables he prepares on a daily basis (or so I feel)….and I yelled at him for not bringing other vegetables. He claimed that there aren’t many vegetables on offer at this time of the year (wasn’t this his excuse some 4 months back as well?). I stormed off the house in disgust and placed a bet with him – next time we go to the veg mart; if we get any additional vegetable in the market which was not in his usual list – I shall deduct 100 bucks from his monthly salary – if not I won’t grumble again. Not so fair deal I guess – he ought to be rewarded if he won – but then, I know I will win – for I have seen them all in the mart already. This is Renaissance revisited – a chick(en) lover turns into an agitated activist – a Green revolutionary at that!