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Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India
The quintessential blithering village idiot, a malignant ooze, the patron for years of death-inducing grotesqueness, social-suicide bomber, murderous baby-awkward adolescent-full grown imbecile, bovine lummox, ugly, eternal wannabe, a drunk in stupor, fat...next stop heartattackville, misfit, the smartass who asked "WHY?", friend, self-mocker, the culinary axe murderer, tardish geek, chauvinist pig, narcissistic whackjob, attention whoring skank, cubicle fence sitter, the devil's crowbar, traffic bird giver, code glitcher, meat puppet, jedi n00b, future tragedy, dudeistic yuppy desi.

About this blog

Welcome to The Thought Pit.

Oddly enough, this blog started out with a death. I guess things like that can fuel an urge to let things out. Add that to a lifetime of awkward social graces, a stud of an elder brother and a family that expected the sun, the moon and 3 other planetary bodies from you and you've got yourselves a nice little ticking time-bomb. So I decided one fine winter, that I needed to give myself a longer fuse. To give voice to the meekest of thoughts in my head. Ideas, that would otherwise never seen the light of day. That was how The Thought Pit was born.

(Clearly I could have given more thought to the name...But you get the idea)

So there I was, 20 years old, with a noggin-full of weirdness and a penchant for never-sticking-to-your-commitments. Since then, this spot has undergone under the scalpel several times and has had long (and I do mean long) spells of writer's block. But, perhaps since it was a death that started this blog itself, The Thought Pit still lives.

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