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ANWE-ISM : TENET XVIII

Introspection is the mother of philosophy.

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rainboy said…
yeah..absolutely. SO what have u been thinking???
Jaggu said…
Happy new year and welcome to my blog.
Hemanth Potluri said…
so true sis :)...

urs..hemu..
Arv said…
absolutely :)
joie de vivre said…
aacha aisa...chalo ek example do :P
Ria said…
nice one sweets!!
Anonymous said…
You definitely have 'grown up' ! Where does this come from by the way ? realisation or just funda ?
ANWESA said…
@Rainboy,
I certainly thought of Anwe-ism :P
19 tenets in all :)
ANWESA said…
@Jaggu,
a happy new year to you too!!!
ANWESA said…
@arv & tulika,
thanks!!
ANWESA said…
@joiedevivre,
jaise ki i had to think to formulate each tenet of Anwe-ism :)
ANWESA said…
@Harshita,
:)

thank you ji!!!
ANWESA said…
@sritatsat,
**You definitely have 'grown up' !

lolz...


its realization..and now a funda too :D
Anonymous said…
Great :) Will blogroll you in that case :P
Thousif Raza said…
itna complex English... it went straight above my head... whooosh :P


take care and keep writing..........
ABHISHEK SiM said…
I wonder how upon the slippery grounds of literature, this statement be ever proved or disproved?...
ANWESA said…
@simu,
The "philosophy" of Anwe-ism is the result of some introspection.

:)
Jogeshwar said…
and the father of self discovery

i totally agree with you
ANWESA said…
@jogi,
lol!! dats a new tenet :)

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