VERBAL DIARRHOEA: About!!!

Hey guys!!!!

I've just started a new segment on this blog and it's called VERBAL DIARRHOEA!

Why? Because it typifies what I am and what I've been writing off late!

What? It's basically my take on the happenings around, a warped opinion basically!

When? Well, as of now I'm planning on making it a monthly segment... but who knows... might make it bi-monthly... it really depends on the time I can make and the fodder I can gather!!!Sigh!

Of course, the pieces literature shall be churned out... but as far as now goes, the sarcasm, cynicism and the ideas that nobody else will listen to needs an outlet... So here goes!!!

Hope u find it fun and refreshing!!!

Cheers guys!!!

Nive :P

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