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Time for a lil bit of intro.

Okay. So let me start with why I've chosen paneerBlahTearMasala as my blog's name. Firstly I love paneer (cottage cheese) and blah - I feel my life is as blah as it can ever get and tear - just so that it sounds close to butter (you know paneer butter masala) and yeah dont start thinking I cry a lot,haha. Anyway the last thing is masala (spices) - oh yeah! I have a lot of that in my life. Wondering how my life can be blah with all that masala huh, well I haven't figured that out yet. No wait. The masala I have is not really what I want, you know what I mean.

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