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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???
January 7, 2010 at 6:37 AM
Jaggu said…
Happy new year and welcome to my blog.
January 7, 2010 at 8:07 AM
Hemanth Potluri said…
so true sis :)...

urs..hemu..
January 7, 2010 at 8:40 AM
joie de vivre said…
aacha aisa...chalo ek example do :P
January 7, 2010 at 12:02 PM
Rià said…
nice one sweets!!
January 7, 2010 at 2:37 PM
Anonymous said…
You definitely have 'grown up' ! Where does this come from by the way ? realisation or just funda ?
January 7, 2010 at 8:01 PM
Anwesa said…
@Rainboy,
I certainly thought of Anwe-ism :P
19 tenets in all :)
January 7, 2010 at 11:34 PM
Anwesa said…
@Jaggu,
a happy new year to you too!!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:40 PM
Anwesa said…
@arv & tulika,
thanks!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:42 PM
Anwesa said…
@joiedevivre,
jaise ki i had to think to formulate each tenet of Anwe-ism :)
January 7, 2010 at 11:43 PM
Anwesa said…
@Harshita,
:)

thank you ji!!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:45 PM
Anwesa said…
@sritatsat,
**You definitely have 'grown up' !

lolz...


its realization..and now a funda too :D
January 7, 2010 at 11:48 PM
Anonymous said…
Great :) Will blogroll you in that case :P
January 8, 2010 at 2:09 AM
Thousif Raza said…
itna complex English... it went straight above my head... whooosh :P


take care and keep writing..........
January 13, 2010 at 12:21 PM
Abhishek Behera said…
I wonder how upon the slippery grounds of literature, this statement be ever proved or disproved?...
January 14, 2010 at 10:34 PM
Anwesa said…
@simu,
The "philosophy" of Anwe-ism is the result of some introspection.

:)
January 15, 2010 at 10:52 AM
The Other Hypocrite said…
and the father of self discovery

i totally agree with you
January 17, 2010 at 11:54 PM
Anwesa said…
@jogi,
lol!! dats a new tenet :)
January 18, 2010 at 4:53 PM
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