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I sleep with my headphones on one night,listening to 'What goes around, comes around'.
And I dream about the figure given below....
What goes around,comes around, quite literally..heheh
Wonder what it means.




If you want to get into deeper meanings, it might indicate that life comes full cirlce, you get what you give...and the likes..
I just think I am missing school too much these days..hehe
Oh bdw, all the best for all thoe appearing for Boards.
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Anonymous said…
i miss those days too DM....wish i cud turn bak th tym....

n yeah dat diagram rocks...:)
March 6, 2008 at 11:28 AM
ANC said…
That's one interpretation Justin would have loved! :D
March 10, 2008 at 3:32 AM
unforgiven said…
Okay, wait, this didn't just happen.
Did you just put up a sea water re-cycling diagram and then claim it shows how things that go around that come around?

Is there any reason you picked that over, err, let's see, a circle?
March 12, 2008 at 4:24 PM
Bharti Bedi said…
@ Unforgiven...u did not read the whole thing i guess.. i did not choose the diagram...i dreamt about it and it so happens i dont control my dreams...if i wud have dreamnt about a circle i would have drawn that...
March 13, 2008 at 8:56 AM
Anonymous said…
o damn- i miss d skool a lot as wel..it almost pains,esp dese days smhow mehak
March 16, 2008 at 9:18 AM
Anonymous said…
n o dat diag. reminds me of lovi hehehehe n d way she wud say- i ll throw u out f d window along with yur bag hehehehe incredible
March 16, 2008 at 9:19 AM
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