tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962609899723573112024-03-13T00:00:13.007-07:00my mind's an open bookThis blog isn't just a collection of dead ideas..it's a living dogma of my outlook towards life, people, circumstances and each entity of this world that appeals to me...Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-51492692777328928582011-11-10T09:54:00.001-08:002011-11-10T10:16:04.789-08:00A Love Affair!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The sublime love affair begins </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And there goes <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a man’s
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With papayas, yoghurt and honey.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the sweet fragrance there</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sits up as the crown adorned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Beware! Oh, poor souls!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The magic will only surmount.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She braids them to lure</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A prince charming already allured</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the beauty, so pure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just so you don’t forget</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She’s a woman of substance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Such is the beauty of hair. It can make jaws drop. When wind
plays with that crisp little strand of your hair, have you wondered how pulse
rates go seemingly up at the other end. When you, oblivious of the world, let
your hair dance at your back, have you wondered how many souls dance to the tunes
played by your hair. Ever wondered how telling these wonderful, long locks can
be! The love begins right then, right there!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aryan:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wassup with
the bird’s nest?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thought I
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aryan: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank God! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Still
thanking heavens)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope! Thank
Dove!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aryan: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What’s their
magic potion?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With a touch
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dove Insta Oil is their new creation! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Wink)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aryan:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And hence you
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Crazy
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Go to hell!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aryan:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sister! Your hair
have never looked this great!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thought
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Walks
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(toothy
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So, Thank You Dove!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And this is my entry for Dove- <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=45">Love your hair and it loves you back</a> !!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the past few months I got to interact with the people of
the length and breadth of our country (thanks to a string of tests). The whole
experience was exhilarating. Seeing people from so many cultures together is an
altogether different experience. I could seriously sit down for hours and watch
each person, the way they talked, the way they expressed themselves, the
peculiarities, but obviously I didn’t (didn’t want to give wrong ideas about
myself, considering the fact that these people from different regions were
mostly girls!!!!) But the most peculiar thing was other people feeling the same
about me (the people of different region for them) and what caught my attention
the most was while I always “maintained a decorum” while watching these
peculiar people, they didn’t. They would openly stare and pass comments, some
were obviously pleasing (Thank God for making guys!!!You know how we love
attention!!! And especially if you tell us that people from our region are most
beautiful, why wouldn’t we bask in the glory!!!) while others were outright
derogatory remarks. Apart from pleasing and not-so-pleasing remarks were the
remarks that spelt IGNORANCE!!! So to all the people who pleased, I take a bow,
Thank You Very Much! To all those who blurted whatever crap, I don’t really
seem to care! But this post goes out to all the ignorant people. I can totally
hear many saying a big Blah! I don’t care!! But trust me, if you are one of
those people who switch into a sweater as soon as you cross Pathankote on your
way to Jammu, in summer, you seriously need to care!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<strong>Whatch???</strong><br />
Just because I said I'm from Jammu & Kashmir, do you have to watch me like a JERK with eyes and mouth wide open...Seriously, how do you manage to look so scary...is all I want to ask you!<br />
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<strong>Art thou a terrorist?</strong><br />
"Aatankwaadi"!!!!! Did you just call me that? Are u kidding me, you ignorant woman with a pea-sized brain??? We have been victims of terrorism and we don't show pity to these crooks, not even of the size of your brain!<br />
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<strong>It's an earthly distance, folks!</strong><br />
Do you know Jammu is 362 miles far from Delhi. I heard you talk about your escapedes to Goa from Mumbai...I can bet all my money that you didn't know that Goa is as far from Mumbai as Delhi is from Jammu! So why behave like we've descended from outer space!<br />
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<strong>The snowball is coming at you!</strong><br />
It doesn't snow in Jammu, for the nth time (I've lost count of the number of times i've told this to people!)<br />
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<strong>We are very Special!</strong><br />
Yes, we belong to a state with a special status. But do you even know what Special Status means? It doesn't make us feel any special but just hampers our integration with the other country. So, lady, take this Special tag, if you want! I don't seem to care less!!<br />
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<strong>We look like just one of you!</strong><br />
Yes, we do! I don't know if you were hoping to see a 'Hoor-Pari' but we aren't much different..Some girls from our region are very fair ( Racists!!) but sorry to disappoint, on an average, girls look very much like all other from North do!!<br />
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<strong>We too have a life, people!</strong><br />
I know you expect us to have come down from mountains...Your IQ has been exposed by now..So, I know what exactly are you thinking...But again, no! We don't live on mountains...yes some tribes do but Jammu's a full-fledged city....not crowded or complicated like a metro....but a nice, quiet place to live in...Just to add to your information, Jammu's a city of temples!</div>
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Well, if you'd known this, I wouldn't have to type this post! It snows there!! There are mountains!! They look a little different with the different dresses (firans) that they wear!! There are those absolutely flawless fair-skinned people!! But even they are not terrorists....Victims, they are!</div>
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That's all I have to say!<br />
Thank you!<br />
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And here's a visual treat of the place called Jammu!!<br />
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Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-56512271826907805882011-06-05T18:12:00.000-07:002011-06-06T00:15:07.263-07:00Beauty Dazzles!<em><blockquote><em></em></blockquote><div>Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.<br /></div></em><div><br />That means in a world of billions of people, possessing a pair of eyes each, the count of definitions of beauty are twice the population of the world. If one man is bewitched by the pleasing face of a pretty woman, the other is tantalized by the seductive looks of an enchantress. If one man is allured by the classiness of a stunning woman, the other is enticed by a delightfully adorable girl. A woman may find herself prepossessed by a man’s striking anatomy, while another may be captivated by his wit and humour. The interpretation of the classic noun ’Beauty’ becomes even more enigmatic from the fact that a person rendered beautiful in one part of the world may not appeal to the masses of another. But beauty is and should not be effervescent. The countenance of a person may not remain beautiful all his/her life but like they say, “<em>Some people, when they grow older, simply move their beauty from their face to their hearts.</em>”<br /><br />Physical beauty is relative to space and time, while real beauty is absolute. No matter, where they go, how old they are, beautiful people stay beautiful. Physical appearances often camouflage the person de facto but real beauty does not walk in disguise. It does not rest within the confines of the beautiful person; rather it radiates and after sometime reflects back from every person who touches the life of the beautiful person because real beauty is in deed and not just the outer semblance.<br /><br />1. <em>A content man is beautiful</em>.<br />Fulfilment leads to contentment. A heart full with joy of attaining the level set by the man himself radiates beauty.<br /><br />2. <em>A successful man is beautiful.</em><br />Nothing appears more spectacular than success. The brilliance of a successful man not only illuminates his own soul but many others touched by the warmth of his luminance.<br /><br />3.<em> A truthful man is beautiful</em>.<br />The most striking feature of beauty is its rarity and uniqueness. What could be rarer and more unique than a truthful person? In that case, I don’t mind calling an Anna Hazare beautiful!<br /><br />4.<em> A dutiful man is beautiful.</em><br />A woman, whose call of duty begins with the break of sunrays, intensifies with the shortening shadows and continues till the stars form a cover of protection around the world is beautiful.<br /><br />5.<em> A compassionate man is beautiful.</em><br />In today’s rat-race where each one gears up every day to trample the other, the person who stops for a while to share a few words of compassion is indeed beautiful.<br /><br />The shallow idea of superficial beauty is crass! Beauty is what leads to an insight into the heart of a person.<br />Come to think of a world where only fair-skinned, very-much-in-shape people would be respected! Whatever happened to the brains!!<br /><br /></div><blockquote></blockquote><div><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">To all the people pale, black, wheatish or brown,<br />To all the folks lean, obese, rickety or overblown,<br />To the mates disabled, crippled or thwarted,<br />Don’t lose hope, the world’s no theatre.<br />No inches of makeup, any masks could conceal<br />The soul and temperament in real.<br />Each one would be weighed on the scales of deed.<br />To a blemish here, freckle there, a scar and a bruise,<br />I couldn’t care less about toying with you!<br />I’ve spread beauty, played my part and I bid adieu.<br />I’m leaving with a Beautiful me and a Beautiful You!</span></em><br /></div><blockquote></blockquote><div><br /><br />In the age of liposuction, botox, silicons, if only clear skin, refined features and shapely body defined beauty all in all, the whole world could boast of being beautiful!<br />But the wizardry of cosmetics can never dupe the eye of the beholder to differentiate cosmetic beauty from Real Beauty because Real beauty dazzles in every space and time!<br /><br /><br />This article is a part of the <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/">Indiblogger</a> and the topic is <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=36">What does Real Beauty Mean to you?</a></div><div> </div><div>If you like my entry, like it! :)<br /></div><br />Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-23055529661438465562011-01-26T15:15:00.000-08:002011-01-26T15:15:00.915-08:00A Lost Wanderer<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/TT_yxBgUcDI/AAAAAAAAASw/4ExxTpHw9wA/s1600/101152162_a59da9b562.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566434588484726834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/TT_yxBgUcDI/AAAAAAAAASw/4ExxTpHw9wA/s320/101152162_a59da9b562.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Life is a B**ch, some say....No...a temptress, I argue!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The various ways to life forward have started to open now....But has life been simple, ever!!!???? </div><br /><div>I'm on crossroads...and things not getting any better.....there are umpteen number of ways that stand in front each boasting of its pros....And I, wondering if I'd been an optimist ever, instantly calculate the cons of each....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The road that I crossmarked, thinking I'm never going to pass now appears lush green on its sides, taken by many, so low on risks luring me into taking it this one time! I think I'll need an epilogue to the Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"as a take into what people do when encountered with such crossroads!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Time's running fast...and i'm still lagging behind it....Will I be able to catch it ever( in time!!! )...still remains a mindboggling question to me!!! </div><br /><div></div>P.S. The reason I bugged you with this post is that d good news is that I got placed in two companies together.....and the not-so-good-part is that I wasn't even aiming for it....I need to FOCUS!!!!Gawd!!<br /><div></div>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-67775462737750759432011-01-04T02:31:00.000-08:002011-01-04T03:09:46.850-08:00God save all from taking decisions!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Decisions</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">D</span><span style="font-style: italic;">epreciate</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">E</span><span style="font-style: italic;">nthusiasm</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">C</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ulminate</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">I</span><span style="font-style: italic;">n a maze</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">S</span><span style="font-style: italic;">tay</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">I</span><span style="font-style: italic;">n perpetuum, leave us dancing</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">O</span><span style="font-style: italic;">n pins and</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">N</span><span style="font-style: italic;">eedles to</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">S</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ulk forever</span></span>!<br /></div><br /><br />Presently, the condition looks like<br />"Decisions, decisions everywhere...<br /> And the end of line appears nowhere..."<br /><br />I've seen most people surviving them.....most probably, I will too....but what remains to be seen is how timely the consequences arrive and how well things shape up......<br /><br />Peace!!!<br /><br />Wishing all of you dear blog buddies, a blissful year ahead...<br />May there be less decisions to make and when they do turn up, may they be brought to fruition!<br />God bless!! :)Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-30459071261727295882010-11-12T04:39:00.000-08:002010-11-12T05:08:37.466-08:00Show me the way!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/TN07SutociI/AAAAAAAAASk/VkHVN9U3Nrg/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/TN07SutociI/AAAAAAAAASk/VkHVN9U3Nrg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538648309698687522" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Every night I say a prayer<br />In the hopes that there's a Heaven<br />And everyday I'm more confused<br />As the saints turn into sinners<br /><br />All the heroes and legends<br />I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clay<br />And I feel this empty place inside<br />So afraid that I've lost my faith<br /><br />Show me the way, show me the way<br />Take me tonight to the river<br />And wash my illusions away<br />Please show me the way<br /><br />And as I slowly drift to sleep<br />For a moment dreams are sacred<br />I close my eyes and know that there's peace<br />In a world so filled with hatred<br /><br />That I wake up each morning and turn on the news<br />To find we've so far to go<br />And I keep on hoping for a sign<br />So afraid I just won't know<br /><br />Show me the way, show me the way<br />Bring me tonight to the mountain<br />And take my confusion away<br />And show me the way<br /><br />And if I see a light, should I believe<br />Tell me how will I know<br /><br />Show me the way, show me the way<br />Take me tonight to the river<br />And wash my illusions away<br /><br />Show me the way, show me the way<br />Give me the strength and the courage<br />To believe that I'll get there someday<br />And please show me the way<br /><br />Every night I say a prayer<br />In the hopes that there's a Heaven!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Gosh....I just got goosebumps typing this....Not an oiginal...but will be back soon with an original post very soon!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Missed ya all, bloghearts!!!</span></div>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-62440220564531796232010-07-03T15:09:00.000-07:002010-07-03T15:44:22.883-07:00I know I'm in delhi when...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/TC-9HwgSOBI/AAAAAAAAASU/2SnXBJyd1vA/s1600/36121_1467705285929_1032479688_31378690_6169783_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/TC-9HwgSOBI/AAAAAAAAASU/2SnXBJyd1vA/s320/36121_1467705285929_1032479688_31378690_6169783_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489814411764971538" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>1. I get various types of pimples on various areas of my face the day I place my foot on this land...</div><div><br /></div><div>2. When I lose my chubby cheeks, no matter what I do to prevent it.....Dilli ki garmi sucks the life outta me...</div><div><br /></div><div>3. When my day starts not with a smile...but grrrrrrrrrr....60...59....58....damn these traffic lights!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. When I return back home, my face is covered with 1 cm thick layer of dust...</div><div><br /></div><div>5. When nothing can save me from cough and cold.....become immune to any sort of anti-allergants!!</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Access to net becomes rare!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>7. When every lil street tempts me to pick teeny-weeny stuff, no matter what...waise m not that big a shopping freak...jus lil bit stuff!!</div><div><br /></div><div>8. Food to laajawab hai.....every variety is available...I love it....infact I'm back to being a nonvegetarian!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Jo bhi hai...Jammu ki to baat hi hai alag..Dunno why I can't like Delhi so much!!(like, generally people do) *scratches head, coughs and thinks 'Why?'*</div>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-30137301809021070742010-05-15T10:28:00.000-07:002010-05-16T01:57:58.994-07:00The week that went by..!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday</span>- Was my best kiddo friend's birthday...Loved the Ring ring Ringa..LOL!! Had fun...!! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday</span>- Fought with almost everyone possible!! Not guilty of it..Served them right!! yay!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday</span>- Tuesdays are boring..Nothing worthwhile happened..though yes....the only happening tuesday I remember is a Tuesday 20 years back when this world welcomed me!:)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday</span>- Search of a song brought back so many memories...I thought then we were just having fun...I didn't know we were making memories...*sigh*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday</span>- Watched Badmaash Company...Loved it..not coz twaz gud but rocked it with friends..We gave 'Jaan' to the movie!!:D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday</span>- Discovered tonnes of litter lying hidden in my room...Realised how right my mum has been..Damn..Should have tried cleaning earlier..A stitch in time saves nine made some sense then!!:|<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday</span>- Finally shifted to a new apartment..Will miss Home sweet Home!! Will miss my broadband connection!! Will miss my very own bedroom...I like no other!! Will miss so many more things I would rather not reveal here!! N this new one welcomed me with a sleepless night..owe it to bad electricity..mosquitoes as an add-on!! *grrrr..*<br /><br />Will someone please sing Patience for me???<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S--y-WDbT0I/AAAAAAAAASM/Vi0e34YB2Ys/s1600/unity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S--y-WDbT0I/AAAAAAAAASM/Vi0e34YB2Ys/s320/unity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471788856420028226" border="0" /></a><br />This painting doesn't relate,,does it?? But i just loved it..!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Need a lilttle patience, yeah!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just alittle patience, yeah!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some more patience, yeah!!</span>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-25611046211560376572010-05-08T22:14:00.000-07:002010-05-10T11:24:04.088-07:00Mommy Dearest....!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://billarnold.typepad.com/photos/portraits/valliam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 500px;" src="http://billarnold.typepad.com/photos/portraits/valliam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I got this thoughtful message to start my day with...<br /><br /><blockquote>Human body can bear upto 45 del of pain..<br />But at the time of giving birth, a woman feels upto 57 del of pain..<br />This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured at the same time..<br />Love your mother till the end of life..Happy Mother's Day!<br /><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><br />Won't I salute a woman so gritty, undaunted by any obstacle in her life..fighting against all odds...suffering, and still sustaining life!<br /><br />If I'm able to become only 1% of what you are Mumma...I'll become a brilliant "human being"(..Minus jokes or Makhhanbaazi) :)<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>Give me the strength to endure like you do..<br />Teach me to love without bias like you do..<br />Hand over to me that patience in inheritance..<br />Take me to the heaven of your calm smiles..<br /><br /><br />I can never have enough of you...May be I'll never say that in person but I'll make you feel how special a place you hold in my life once in a while...but one day I'll make you PROUD and i promise that(like you say, a gentleman's promise it is)!!<br /><br /></blockquote>Loadz and trucks full of love and more...Yours truly!!:)<br /><blockquote></blockquote>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-29511493652877882962010-04-30T11:05:00.000-07:002010-05-03T04:08:50.555-07:00Goodness Gracious! When I saw you first....<span style="font-weight:bold;">‘When I saw you first, I thought you were weird.<br />And now you are my best friend!’</span><br /><br />No wonder this group was joined by my best friend on fb! On the first thought I was o_O but later it changed to :)...I have this tendency to give a weird first impression of myself to everyone…Like there was this new girl in our class who emerged from nowhere, while I was busy communicating through a hollow trunk in the playground and I stood up to say a random hello and ended up hitting her on her nose with my elbow…And my best friend, before we came to know each other this way, always considered me as a bully with ‘Fauji Beti Ka Attitude’, though she was the daughter of a Lt. Colonel and I, a civilian’s! One of my primary class teachers, with whom my bond grew really close later, told me that she initially found me ‘out of the world’, strange coz I answered everything with a ‘toothy’ giggle! That’s me…appearing strange to some, unearthly to others…thankfully, this first impression doesn’t end up being the last with people who get to know me better than strangers!<br /><br />Dunno if it's the weird me only who thinks this way but actually all the people who we call friends today were once strange creatures to us too!! If I try and recall people etched in my memory forever...I remember...the one who painted the corridors of an Army School with the memories of that beautiful, yet funny double plaited ponytail….Another who had this brilliant hand famously called the ‘Polio Hand’ and her way of scribbling notebooks with strange pen strokes with a stranger hand! Then a lanky, studious Sikh guy (Need I say more? You know what these Sardar guys are like..hehe…No offence!) who was totally anti…and when I say anti…anti to the extent that we couldn’t stand the same ground and still were the best of friends! On starting a life in this college I met new people…there was one whose behaviour followed the sine curve response…I recognized her as once-upon-a-time belonging to a very Chaaloo group and when I gotta know her she was the sweetest, the most decent person I’d ever met…someone who won’t say a bad word for her foes and now she’s the most outspoken (Read ‘Muh-Fatt’) person in our group…Another who donned the title 'DON'for quite some time…and the other a fulltime ‘Noutanki-KI-Dukaan’ and not to forget the ‘Nervous-gone-Notorious’ ‘Lady’..and Ladies and gentlemen....The King Of Weirdos....Tuchi(He ain't no GAL...mind you...Am I right Lespo?)!!;) :P :D<br /><br />I always thought "Unlike attract" but had forgotten the fact "Birds of a feather flock together"....*chuckles*<br />Imagine smug faces all around you, with no one to spread a contagious laughter around...Such an insidious thought..yuck...no!!! I can't imagine a world like that!!<br />Know what....<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Weird is wonderful!<br />Wacky, weirdos are no wretched works of nature but the wonderful, wicked minds, with wisdom hidden ;)<br /></span><br />I am a weird woman and I'm PROUD and Chetnajeet Kour Bawa...you reminded me of that!;)Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-60153565167054060232010-04-27T12:47:00.000-07:002010-04-27T12:58:56.666-07:00I Dare You!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Crandom%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="Edit-Time-Data" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Crandom%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso"><!--[if !mso]> <style> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]-->I dare you to write something more useless and vaguer than this piece..it’s one valuable figment of my imagination! :P
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zizu</span>: Oh! Did that taste bad? Was it sour, salty, bitter or like what? (Scratches head)
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zuzu</span> (hits Zizu hard on his head): How does this taste? Anyways, I spitted and turned arounds to attend a phones calls. A girls on the other sides kept on askings for some SiSi, I tolds her I was SuSu and not SiSi and she abused me in 3 differents languages, out of which onlys one I could precisely makes outs.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zuzu</span>: As if it was nots enoughs, the traffic guy stopped me and asked for my documents. That’s whens I realizes I don’t have thems. Ands outs of frustrations, I says ‘Sucks’(Shuxs)! That wild morons holds my collars and smacks and whacks me. I slowlys slowlys reachs my office and here my stupids, good-for-nothings secretarys scaringly screams,”Sirrrs..! Yours pants!!” Thinkings I may have forgottens to do the all importants zipping jobs, I pulls her scarfs from her necks, out of desperations, almost strangulatings her in this attempts. And thats cocky girls doesn’t even understands my desperations and kicks my butts with her stilettos. Ahhh…it hurts to thinks about its!
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zizu</span>: Oh..that must be embarrassing! Wasn’t it? I need to diagnose it. Tell me! You were all fine yesterday. What’s up with your lingo? Did you have something?
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zuzu</span>: Nothings really! Last nights, I popped some stupids sissy pills alongs with some sodas and later dranks Enos to neutralize the acids in my bodys. I guesses theres a lots of Fissss in my body!
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You might have guessed that, already!! : DJaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-18569959615262680632010-04-24T12:20:00.001-07:002010-04-24T12:28:48.125-07:00Random Ramblings!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S9NGN0ecELI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xYyAb52wTOs/s1600/how-to-handle-a-change-in-your-life.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S9NGN0ecELI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xYyAb52wTOs/s320/how-to-handle-a-change-in-your-life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463787976169099442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Life ,like the rolling of a die, can throw at you the best, the worst, mediocre, above mediocre stuff, the probability of each being equal….So why worry and contemplate…It will happen when it has to and how it has to…But is sitting back and flowing with the tide an answer to the challenge this life throws at us?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">There comes a day you make big future plans, your dreams take wings and comes another day when you see a life coming to a tragic end, the unfulfilled dreams dashed alongwith…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">A day when you plan ways to conjure a magical carpet to take you places and another when you magically fly away to the stars leaving behind your loved ones..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Life is strange, unpredictable, weird, nonsensical at times, and makes a lot of sense at the other..and I’m no antidote to it..I react back the same way strangely in my own weird, unpredictable, nonsensical ways!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">“Life is a BITCH!”</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Truly, aptly said!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Once <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">B</span>edeviled by it ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Activates the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I</span>nsane you..</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">T</span>orturous at times..</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">C</span>ynical at others..</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">H</span>umbug called Life..</span><br /><br />Peace!<br /></div>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-41984130649430481052010-04-11T11:32:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:36:10.163-07:0019 goes 20!…And the extended birthday treat(10-11 April) comes to an end! Guys n gals…I’m 20 and it’s official, now that my blog profile mentions it too..!! Don’t ask me about what I’ve achieved in these 20 years coz then I’ll be left dumbfounded :s<br /><br />Ask me what was special about this one, I’ll tell you anyway!<br /><br />Firstly, for the first time in my life…It felt like just another day coming…No going gaga about what to wear, where to party, looking at the phone waiting for it to buzz incessantly, expecting gifts, counting the number of friends who remembered and the ones who skipped(intentionally or unintentionally!?!),no special feelings pouring out…No, not at all! A leap towards being twenty, nahi!<br /><br />20 has a lot of weight..Is it normal to feel so? I haven’t been told that by anyone but somehow, somewhere deep inside, I feel an extra weight of responsibility! After having followed my heart, which refuses to chit-chat with me anymore, I knock at the jammed door of my brain, unused for a longer period..<br /><br />At 20 with the heart of a teenager, brain of a dud, attitude of a dudette, the ‘Khatarnaak’ combination that I make isn’t just deadly, but as freaking daft as a brush!! Most say, “Grow up, gal!”…but hey I refuse to grow up…I refuse to listen to you…and I still accept to do what I wish to…So don’t bother!<br /><br />Forgetful closed ones was a new experience, for a 20th birthday! :(<br /><br />But some people in your life don’t want you to grow up ever, pamper you just like another fidgety teen, surprise you with the most usual tricks, which end up leaving you even more surprised…How did they manage to pull it off…Those simple ‘Hey I have to be back at home on time’, a swollen face telling things are not well, and the left ones accompanying you home...are a symbol of a surprise party planned back home…but you floating in the illusion of having become an adult now don’t expect such surprises to be thrown at you, do you?<br />And there follows a string of ‘obvious’ surprises beating all the records of special moments in one’s life..*sigh*<br /><br />This post isn’t about telling you what kickass birthday this was but to know your experiences about how a 20-er must be…how did you feel after teenage bid its good-byes to you! Now whatever your experiences be, the one thing that I can say is that this feeling of being twenty or twenteen is indeed ODD! :DJaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-81969756683017968012010-04-06T09:29:00.000-07:002010-04-06T09:47:48.173-07:00Love At First Sight!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Crandom%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><span style="font-style: italic;"> <blockquote> ‘It was a special day…a day meant to be full of surprises, extravagance, love and lots of attention, in the traditional sense of the word ‘SPECIAL’! But things had rather started on a usual note…that very morning melancholy, followed by the nasty noon and not-so-happening evening! But he, as always approved of whatever came his way, never a complaining look on his face…Complaints and he were the pedestrians of two opposite roads, which never met…’Special’ meant only one thing to him and that was her, a girl who was moodier than the moodiest of people…On ‘lucky’ days, she showered all her love on him, made him feel like the hero of her life, her fiddle-de-dee too managed to make his day..and on not-so-good days, she’d get so busy with herself that she didn’t even flinch from throwing a cold shoulder to him, as if she was an angel just landed from a fairy land. Her mood swings would have easily irritated anyone, but him. She couldn’t recall a day, or a moment when he acted peevishly, due to the tantrums she threw. He had given his soul into the relation; in fact he had surrendered himself to her.
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<br /></span>You think I’m trying my hand on fiction…Hah! There are times when real makes much more interesting stories than fiction..and here I go with a true love story…The story which started exactly a year back for both, when Jaunty Anima made her blog and fell for it that very moment and the love between them has only grown!!
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<br />Thanks for standing by me through thick and thin, dear Blog!! I love you totally and madly…And could I forget your birthday…No…never….! Was busy throughout the day with some college stuff and you know how difficult it is to sneak out from that forest to make time for you, but don’t you know my heart beats for you..Love ya!! And a very Happy Birthday dear!!
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<br />And now to all the people who I’ve come to know through you….Karthik, Divsi, Sourav, Sugarcube, Isha, Destiny’s Child, Harini, Vandi, Sepo, Insignia, SG, Neha, Holy Lama, AD, Dhanya, Pramoda, Ekam, Chengdi, Baljinder, Gautam, mayz, Dee, NJ, Scarlet pimpernel and so many more I’ve missed out…and the friends I already knew…Su, Rahil, G, Mukul Sir…..Guys and gals…had it not been for you, I wouldn’t have sustained this journey..and I mean it…I made friends with you and reading your blogs and your comments on my blog became such a temptation, that only helped my love for the blog to flourish..Thank you all of you… You are the reason why this day arrived or else I may have left blogging already!!And now I only wish this bond of friendship between all of us strengthens!!:)
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<br />Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-31067141383278211772010-04-01T11:31:00.000-07:002010-04-01T12:27:50.503-07:00Foolish-ically Challenged, eh!?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S7Tyq9XEZzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1ZB6ihzVVYM/s1600/sliced-organge-frog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S7Tyq9XEZzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1ZB6ihzVVYM/s320/sliced-organge-frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455251868492261170" border="0" /></a><br />Hey <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Happy Fool’s Month fools</span>! :D In case you are not a fool, chillax…my blog isn’t reserved for normal humans only…you (<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">foolish-ically challenged people</span>) will be served too but spare this post for the normal ones only…excuse me, prithee! :D<br /><br />This month is special to me in more than one ways, which will be unraveled gradually, as the month unfolds. So wait and watch coz the cat will be out of the bag anytime, sooner than later!<br /><br />Ok..are you surrounded by fools? Foolish question, you think, huh? But hey..you are reading the most foolish blog of one of the foolish-est persons on the earth*Shameless grin*<br />Fools can be of many types:<br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Seemingly Wise Fools</span>: Fools under the impression that no one wiser was ever born. Please don’t mock at them. They are suffering from a syndrome with no cure. So have mercy and let them be coz there’s no better cure than love and compassion.</li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">Funky Fools</span>: Anything funky is in, right? But funky fools are not. Know anyone who follows and preaches Funky-ism with utmost glamour, pissing off everyone in the company with their funky language, pjs, and visage. Well ffs, I puke at you and I hate you the most. It is again incurable and even more dangerous coz it’s contagious!</li><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Yedas and Yedis</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">(to be pronounced typically in Tapori ishtyle): Yo man…this category can have so many su</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">bcategorie</span>s but to cut it short, all the people who actually act ‘Shaana’ e.g. bullies, high-society-superior-good-for-nothing-forever-ranting-crybabies, the morons(refer to fake-attitude, though I personally hate the term fake attitude coz how can anyone fake it…attitude shows, isn’t it?). I request you to add to the list now.</li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">Just-like-that Fools</span>: Regular people…By regular, I mean the normal ones who are here, there and everywhere, who eat, drink and breathe foolishness, like you and me! If it were not for us, the world would be a dull, drab and boring place to live in. Cheers for all of us! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">:)</span></li></ul><br />Well...this post is a plea for mercy to all the fools and if you yourself are one, mercy to other categories. I urge you to treat them well, but to each his own.<br /><br />Let's join hands to make this world a better, and not a foolish place to live!! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">:)</span>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-61100979091163570912010-03-20T00:32:00.000-07:002010-04-03T13:50:02.694-07:00Nefarious Nightmares!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Crandom%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">
<br /></span><span>As a kid, I remember believing one could see what a person in deep slumber was dreaming of on raising his eyelid. Remember Tom and Jerry, where Jerry raised Tom’s eyelid to find him dreaming of cheese. And so I attempted this on my dad, only to be lambasted later. Dreams are funny, ain’t it! I’ve dreamt of becoming a school-girl again, of being a treasure-hunter, of meeting people, I couldn’t in real life and what not. And then waking up in the morning smiling at what I had seen. It feels you know what you saw but when you try to recall, you’re blank. All you can recall is itsy-bitsy moments, the faces of people or that horrific place you had never been before. May be, we would never be able to define what dreams are made up of and that’s what arouses interest in the mysterious stuff that they are!</span>
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<br /><span>I’ve believed in dreams, they do come true! Really, they have for me. But I never had an experience of a nightmare transforming into reality. In fact, normalcy was restored in my attitude trusting that they were my weird imagination, may be an effect of the kind of books I read at that time. How do you expect your wild dreams to come true? By wild, I mean the ones which are meant to be a lil spooky, but when you wake up, you end up laughing at them.</span>
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<br /><span>I woke up on a fine morning in a guest house at Amritsar, where some friends and I had come after our exams got over. I told them about some crap I had seen, letting them know the extent of my madness. We talked and forgot about it, just like another free advice, taken and forgotten. Amritsar treated us well and we headed off to Chandigarh, which is the most ‘un-Punjabi’ly inhospitable city I’ve visited! No offence, but at least that’s how it treated us! Anyway, we were so damn excited about our trip, we knew it had to be a cracker of a trip, surely surprises awaited us! They surely did! That night we rejoiced like never before, with the set of entertainers that we ourselves were. In all the masti, only two things went wrong; we unbolted our door once to check who knocked from outside, only to find a drunkard who had lost his way and secondly, we didn’t bother to check if the windows of that room were bolted properly or not! We got back, back to our masti-licious mood! Around 2, we were damn tired and were all lying in one part of the room or the other. Silence fell, unlike our surroundings usually. In that unusualness, I saw a hand making its way in through a window and ripping apart the curtains. Not having the faintest idea of what it was about, we screamed and shouted for help, running towards the door which refused to unbolt. When finally it did, someone ran towards the reception, calling for help, another knocked the door next to us, while others maintained their calm, investigating the surroundings to find who it was. Hell broke loose in the hotel. Almost everyone had heard us (Imagine Five girls Screamingggggg!!!)</span>
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<br /><span>After all the investigation, we somehow knew it was one of the drunkards in the room behind our block. We checked our windows then, they were unbolted but there was no way the guy could have come in, thanks to the grills! But at the spur of the moment, we had thought someone would be in and all weird thoughts struck us like lightning. What if we unlocked the door to find another set of weirdos waiting for us outside? Damn, that was one helluva night but what I’m never gonna forget is “Paanch Ladkiyan, Wo Bhi Jagi hui, Aur Sirf ek haath, tch tch!” I know that’s sad but trust me, we couldn’t really help ourselves, we were so damn scared. And the previous night I had dreamt of the same, which made it even more frightening, the only modification being the guy had managed to sneak in, in the nightmare.</span>
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<br /><span>I’ve lost it, re! Dunno how to get rid of them because you never know when your worst nightmares may come true!</span>
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<br /><span>Has any of your nightmares come true? I’m curious to know if there are any psychos like me!!</span>
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<br /><span>P.S. I got this Blogger Buddy Award from <a href="http://dee-squigglespot.blogspot.com/">Dee</a></span>. <span>The condition is pass it to 5 blogger buddies. Ok I have more than 5 blogger buddies.. So here goes....</span>
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<br /></p>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-9878500506260078942010-03-16T09:46:00.000-07:002010-03-16T10:06:30.732-07:00And I Am Still Relaxing!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S5-5HoJdNTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/AoyTesnt0OM/s1600-h/1394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S5-5HoJdNTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/AoyTesnt0OM/s320/1394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449277614828893490" border="0" /></a>
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mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">Once upon a time I was as carefree as a free bird,</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When my flawless flight couldn’t be hampered,</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When anyone, but a crook was greeted with a smile.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When I said and meant it, I promised and did it.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When I never had second thoughts, </p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When sailing away with time was my favorite ride.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When people’s brains were my favorite icecreams(I chaato-ed the brains of people)</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When ‘Pata Hai?’, ‘Guess what?’, ‘Aree it’s in the air’ was my favorite news.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When hearing about happy stuff got me dancing to glory.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">When I was much more than what they thought I could be.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">And now my life’s taken a U-turn, much to my dismay.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S5-5kIS3npI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XycZuk3OTfQ/s1600-h/66411120_1-Dipika-Independent-Girl-in-delhi-South-Delhi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S5-5kIS3npI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XycZuk3OTfQ/s320/66411120_1-Dipika-Independent-Girl-in-delhi-South-Delhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449278104494644882" border="0" /></a>I’m still free but my wings cease to make me fly.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">I smile and then look at them to confirm if they took it genuinely, like the way I did.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">I say and I never mean it, I promise and never do it.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">Sanity and insanity don’t make any sense to me.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">And now happy moments are dulled by the intensity of my inner dullness.</p> <p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">‘I’m pretty messed up’ is all the news I have.</p><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </div><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">I have still not figured out if I’ve lost something in the way.</p><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </div><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">All I know is that I don’t need anything, it’s just another mystery.</p><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </div><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">May be there’s something wrong in my head.</p><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </div><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">Come what may..but hey I’m still relaxing!!</p><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal">Hey! Don't bother! That’s random random Meeee!! It’s been so long…I’ve missed this place more than anything…And now I’m back to my writing-cum-reading spree…:)</p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="color: black;"><strong><em><strong><em><strong><strong>Curled in her bed with a book on her side....</strong></strong></em></strong></em></strong>
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</span></strong></strong></em></strong></em></strong><strong><em><strong><em><strong><strong><span style="color: black;">She plays with her locks, lost in deep thoughts
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<br />She had fallen in love and her life eversince had been a joyride.. </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S3jl_HWC9-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zJSNxlpY0YU/s1600-h/پا,girl,window,beauty,sad,woman-15788792f942b3587f3a5f96af141767_h.jpg"></a><span style="color: black;">
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<br />Never did she contemplate tomorrow, engrossed in fun of all sorts..
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<br />The train of thoughts cease to come to a halt..
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<br />Making her reminisce the day they tied the nuptial knot..
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<br />They had held each other's hands and walked every step in unison..
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<br />Those holy promises and the holy fire were a mark of benison..
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<br />He had said," I vow to take care of her, pamper her, fulfil her needs..
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<br />Trace her footsteps and be along forever, protect her in my embrace..
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<br />I'll never embarass her with harangue, I'll keep her happy forever!"
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<br />Inside, she grinned sheepishly, and said a virtual 'Amen!'
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<br />Her emotions outwitting her control, a tear rolled down her cheek..
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<br />Another memory came in foreground while the emotional outburst had reached its peak..
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<br />The day she revealed that she was in a family way..
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<br />His happiness knew no bounds, he held her like a kid and that was her besttt day..
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<br />All of a sudden, a harsh reality struck her like a bolt from the skies..
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<br />Whatever the memories be, the outcome of their test on the plateau of love was not nice..
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<br />Though sanguine in true sense, she was slowly and steadily losing her sanity..
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<br />She had lost support from all sides and her situation demonstrated pity..
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<br />She stands up with her long locks on one side and walks in front of the mirror..
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<br />With eyes swelled with anger, a questioning look on her face, answers now clearer..
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<br />Weren't those promises, those amorous talks nothing but moonshine..
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<br />Fighting her tears, she looks at her tresses and picks up a comb..
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<br />She's the mother who carries the burden of a baby daughter in her womb..</span></strong></strong></em></strong></em></strong><span style="color: black;">
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Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-3692329657720642852010-02-11T12:31:00.000-08:002010-04-03T13:51:00.561-07:00Hand one is dealt!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Crandom%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;</style><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Hey, Savvy!! Time to go,” Ujala cried.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Tears welled in Savera’s eyes thinking of having to live in an alien land, with alien people, leaving the only place which she had ever called her own. She’d miss Amma’s food, sitting in her lap while her aunts’ n uncles teased her with “Amma Ki Chamchi”! She stood up to have a look at her room dearly beautified by her with her paintings, thoughts penned by her and the giant poster of her favorite cricketer. She recalled tripping off the chair while pasting it on the wall. Reminiscing, she got a nostalgic fit of laughter only to be disturbed by Ujju.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Di, what are you doing? They are waiting.”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Relatives had gathered in the balcony to bid adieu to the apple of their eye. After all, she was everyone’s ‘Laadli Savera’. Only this time they faced a dilemma about being happy, to be or not to be.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera adjusted her dupatta, took deep breaths and got ready to leave, but a knot tied in her stomach. She called for Ujala.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“And listen, Ujju! Di loves you. You know that, don’t you?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Ujju turned back, feeling the urge to hug her, fighting tears; she just nodded and went away.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Now the shadows of the past had filled Savera’s room. She perspired, her heart racing fast. She started stuffing useless stuff in the almirah furiously, quickly as if trying to divert her attention to something else. She didn’t want this. She had moved on. Past had passed, the present was here and a beautiful future, the one she had designed for herself for her true love’s sake, awaited her. Then why, no!</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera was sitting in the extreme corner of the college library, her niche from the last two years of her college life, engrossed deeply in her book when Madsie came around excited and said enthusiastically in one go,” Hey, Ms. So-not-Interested-in-What’s-up! This time you’ve got to be really jumping because you know what, eh, how would you know, Gawd! Ok, so Jal the band is coming to perform in our college. I bet you can’t believe that! Can you? Imagine Jal, Farhan, Shazi, Audi, tomorrow, 7 p.m... I’m already getting goosebumps! Oh ho ho!! Hello!!!! Are you listening?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera seated opposite to her listened attentively with hands crossed under her chin,” What do you think then am I doing?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“For heaven’s sake, at least show some thrill or delight, at least some expression, after all it’s Jal we’re talking about. That uninterested countenance you give reminds me of your face on hearing about the preponed Chemistry exam.”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Amma and Appa won’t approve of going for a concert at night. Do I have to epitomize the fact every time?” Savera grimaced.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“And that loser I see, is that Savera? Please testify. Why don’t you let me talk to your parents once?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera rose up to leave. Madsie followed. </p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Submissions are taking place. My papers are complete. Should we go then?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Shut up, you chicken! Tell me, nah!”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“In vain!”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera bumped into a guy, who retaliated, “Hey, Chashmish! Your second set of eyes not working, eh!”</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Madsie came forward.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“No Chichhore! She closed all of hers to avoid the sight of a chimpanzee. She’s scared of chimps, you see?”</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera caught hold of her and left the library.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">That night, apprehending a lot of drama, Madsie visited Savera’s house to talk to her parents and as if, till date they had been waiting for Madsie to turn up, they agreed on the first proposal. Savera’s Amma commented, “I always tell her to go out. Wonder why she doesn’t?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera looked at her mother, not knowing whether to counter that comment she gave or hug her tightly. She finally bargained with a ‘Thank you, Ma!’</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Madsie and Savera followed the rule of the thumb, hid their thrill in front of them, and acted normal, listened patiently to Amma’s theory of ‘A Suguni Girl’, promised they will be good and later, in Savera’s room rejoiced. It was Diwali, Christmas, Eid or whichever festival, you name it, for them. They hugged, jumped, and went red with delight. Yes, Savera was thrilled that day.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">The day turned up, the day of Jal’s performance. They reached much before time to occupy the seats, closest possible only to find much exuberant people already sitting, waiting for the performance to begin. They somehow managed two seats in the seventh row in extreme right of the auditorium. Clad in a combination of brown and black suit, Savera looked elegant, an angelic beauty, indeed, because never, had anyone seen her with her spectacles off her eyes, locks left loose to sway with the flow freely. None of the guys could have imagined in their worst nightmares getting bewitched by Savera’s beauty and there they were, that day, not being able to get their eyes off her. In fact a sleazy guy came near her and barked,” My heart just skipped a beat!” Madsie, looking as graceful as ever, in a maroon-red kurti and black skin-tight slacks, did what was enough to scare him. She looked at him with eyes popped out of eyeballs.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">The show began and the crowd cheered. Every transition sent the crowd in frenzy. Aadat faded and Boondh started playing in foreground and then Wo lamhe and the audience roared. The spectacular show came to an end with a standing ovation from the spectators. Savera gleamed with joy while Madsie left to have a glass of water. Her throat was sore with yelling her heart out.
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Before Savera could come out of the reverberations of that evening, of how she owed that wonderful evening to Madsie, someone else scared her into reality. A guy, looking dashing in his blue shirt with checks and black pants, a killer physique stood there with arms folded. Savera looked at him disgusted as if knowing the next word going to pop out of his mouth.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Hey! You look even better this way. I never liked girls wearing that put-on smile everywhere they go. This expression is a killer.”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera’s face reddened. This had never happened before. Normally, a guy would come, pass a comment and leave. But the intentions in this case were not clear. She was numb until Madsie came to her rescue.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“So, Mister ? Guess, a chimp’s really after scaring my friend! Let’s leave, Savvy.”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“You know him, Madsie?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“You do too.”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Huh?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“Chhichora, remember?”</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">And they both jollied. </p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">That night, Savera dreamt of the same ‘Chhichhora Guy’ standing on the podium and declaring,</p><blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">” Savera, You are the morning I had been waiting for all these years to do away with the murky life I’ve had. Every day which spelt gloom and spread melancholy around gave me strength to believe that one day, an angel would come and with her spells, the darkness would turn into luminance. And look, today when I saw you I could feel myself illuminated by a new power and the more my eyes penetrated into yours, higher was the intensity of that magical power. Won’t you let me dive into that ocean of the new felt energy? Won’t you let me enjoy it forever, and not just this moment? Won’t you be mine, Savera?”</blockquote><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Savera sat on the bed, looking shocked at what she had seen. She always believed in dreams. Dreams, she felt , were the illustrations our soul is writing about us and they were omens to what lay before us. So, that particular one got her thinking. The next morning she told Madsie about it, who bantered,” Did you penetrate your eyes deep into his? Did he look drunk anyway? It was a dream, a nightmare; you should have been calling it!”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">But Savera knew it wasn’t. She kept walking exploring and analyzing the different sides of the dream till she bumped into him and that was it. The questions had been answered, the correct side explored and she knew she wanted to be with him. He was ready too. And without a word began the love story, the one Savera picturized as the ultimate love story. Madsie was left gazing, still wondering if it was just that one dream which triggered this story and was too dumbstruck to question or even give an expression which showed she was happy or like she said thrilled about her friend’s love story.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Life wasn’t it was supposed to be or as planned by her. It had taken a U-turn letting the wings tied for all those years let loose. The bird was set free by the charming prince, Samarth. It was a fairytale where the prince freed the jinxed princess, not by magical kiss, but an ephemeral dream. While it was a new beginning for her, she wanted not a single feeling to go unnoticed and her diary was adorned with her flight of fancy. </p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“When you are in love, you can’t just miss the exotica of your newly found life. You bathe in mush, wear the best smile, color your cheeks with the blush not succumbing, walk dreamily, and feel his touch wherever you go, hallucinate all the time in the abode of love.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></blockquote><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">“While your love busies him, his inamorata waits patiently, incessantly for the time they’d just look and let their eyes do the talking.”</blockquote><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><p class="MsoNormal">“Love isn’t extravagant, simpler the better. I like his random cuddles, hugs and kisses more than a candlelight dinner or a walk along the beach. I prefer letting him play with my fingers all the time than expecting him to embellish them with diamond rings. Nay, intangibility, mystery and a bit of coquetry make my love.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></blockquote><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">“In the streets when I cover my face with my dupatta, he teases, “Jab pyaar kiya to darna kya?” In reply, I sing “Odh Li Chunariya Maine Tere Naam Ki!” And we laugh carefree till our cheeks hurt, and that expression persists throughout.”</blockquote><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">“It all begins with a fear of being caught until you realize that you are already caught with the feeling so blissful that nothing can make it revert back and the fear vanishes in thin air.”</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></blockquote><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>***************************************</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">A stream of tears trickled down Savera’s eyes like she had just seen the corpse of her beloved. Yeah, he was dead, dead to her, right from the day he had given his so called ‘genuine’ reason brazenly for breaking up. Reality had struck her hard, like a thunderbolt from the sky. She had been busy designing her dream world, so busy that she had ignored the way Samarth ignored her. ‘Love always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.’ was all she could say on being accused of being way too dreamy, impractical.
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">How long could she let the memories of a painful past haunt her? She had taken her set of decisions already; her newly found love gave her all that Samarth lacked. Wasn’t it a reason enough for her to rejoice, she thought. She tread a step forward, walked out of her room which held most of her memories, and reached the balcony where a whole brigade of relatives waited. Among aunts already breaking down, every uncle a portrait of man chained and bowed by the heavy weights on his shoulder, she caught the face of her Amma with moist eyes looking at her Laadli. Savera’s Amma and Appa were those conventional parents who had laid down strict rules for her daughter from the day she remembered them, they were hard always. But this time they had let her make her choice which was non-conventional of them and she loved them more now, not that she loved them lesser before, but that admiration, respect, affection, she fell short of words to express what she felt for them.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Before they could even know, Savera was ready to leave. Her hands intertwined with her love, she went away without talking much. Her Amma and Appa hardly spoke. This time they let the pool in their eyes do the talking. “Amma! Appa!” was all she said.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Samarth may not have been a beau she had dreamt of but he had given her something, the ability to feel love, a feeling she was not acquainted to before. And if anything, she felt grateful for whatever he had given to her and treasured what she had done. But she kept in mind always that Samarth was past, a past which if messed with can be disastrous. So she moved bravely, like a brave soldier.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">A girl in mid-twenties is for her parents what art is for an artist. He loves it but can’t keep it to himself. Savera’s parents too suffered from the same syndrome. They showed her a slideshow of boys’ pictures and asked her to choose who she found the best. Poor Savera had no choice but to make a choice.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">She thought,</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">“What would keep her happy?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>What would never hurt her and only get her closer to the peak she intended to climb?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>What was the only way she could think of spending her life?</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>With who will her life won’t be a burden but an endeavor to lead and discover the lesser-known novelties?”</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">And the answer was in her hand.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Earlier in the day she had received a letter from the WCW Association where young budding writers were given a chance to hone their talent, learn new ways to deliver their ideas from the maestros in the field, where they taught it weren’t the words but the way words were woven to strike a chord with the reader. It was a two-year course followed by what the life of a writer was- Struggle + Perseverance + Talent=Success, which is still not guaranteed.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">But she had found her true love and no matter what came in her way, she won't budge.
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">She knew her charming prince now.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">She could already feel her hands intertwined with him while she held that letter in her hand.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">So what if her prince wasn’t tangible, intangibility was the characteristic of love and she had found hers, True Love, she called it!</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>*******************THE END***********************</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">P.S.: Forgive me for the length. Busy these days, didn’t bother to revise it once. Felt my blog was feeling neglected, so here I am with the lengthiest post on my blog.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /><b> </b></p> Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-53724153428150489962010-01-25T12:13:00.001-08:002010-01-25T12:36:42.745-08:00Buddy!Kicking the dust, letting wind ruffle their hair, while the sun shone from between the clouds, Sridhar and Buddy enjoyed the flight of their bodies hopping on the road. Catching butterflies and in an effort to make them dance on his nose, failing every time, Sridhar never ceased to bet with Buddy, catch them and while he turned his spine the umpteenth time, the butterfly flew away with eternal glory, leaving an innocent frown on his face, much to the amusement of Buddy. As if an antidote for the hot tempered, dewy-eyed Sridhar, Buddy performed his all-time favourite <span style="font-style: italic;">Dhum-Pichak-Dhum twist</span> shouting at the top of his voice,<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">"Hanse ab Hum aur Tum..Dhum Pichak Dhum..Kaahe Ko Gussa Hote Ho...Dhum Pichak Dhum...Ab to ek Step maar de yaar...Dhum Pichak Dhum!!"</span><br />Seeing Buddy with his front teeth constantly biting his lip, hands moving like a traffic police man signalling the vehicles to go, body swaying perfectly like a sine wave, Sridhar couldn't control laughter fits until he joined too. Humming their own songs, strumming the air with their hands, they ran fast till they zoomed past the house, the one where Sridhar lived with Buddy!<br /><br />Located in a small colony, a house painted white, meant for four, was the Home-Sweet-Home for both of them. Mrs. and Mr. Panigrahi, Mr. Panigrahi's father, Sridhar and Buddy resided there as a happy family. Buddy had been christened by Sridhar and they were so close to each other that nothing, noone, no distance, no condition could separate them, would separate them. They roosted in the same room, went to the same school, wore similar clothes, took active participation in every mischief, in fact masterminded it, though it was Sridhar who was always caught for being naughty. It made him a little envious of Buddy but then watching Buddy in trouble was the last thing on the earth he ever wanted. Moreover, he knew the dexterous impression he had on his teachers and the armor of this impression always saved him on the Parents Meet.<br /><br />When the sun soothed a bit in the evening, they went out to the nearby park to play football with their folks. The stimulus the game provided was enough to send Sridhar in a frenzy. He was passionate about it. The ball after being kicked by a fidgety lad, stopped by Sridhar, dribbled for a while, passed to Buddy, who missed it and the ball landed in the bush. Animated faces appeared from all sides, except him, who looked rather embarassed, just before Sridhar shouted, "C'mon boys! Easy!" Buddy couldn't think of playing the game, let alone mastering it. He was bad as bad could be but never would he quit trying and he did it all for Sridhar who loved to have him playing by his side. He kept trying in vain until he was totally down and out and waited for his partner to come back with clothes stained and greased with mud. They stayed there even after others had left, waiting for the stars to adorn the silhoutte of the sky, under whose cover they would explore the vast horizons of their thoughts. Sridhar always considered Buddy as his alter ego and that helped him talk candidly about the nuances and intricacies of every lesson they had learnt from their teacher, their Guru called Life! They hashed over science, disputed over sports, rolled on satire, pointed out each others flaws, high-fived on every second thought. This tête-à-tête ended when the watchman came tapping his stick and the two ran over the bushes, on the pathway, out of the gate and ran till they reached the gate of their house where they waited and laughed for five good minutes.<br /><br />Such was life! Their love grew with every passing day, in fact it grew exponentially! They never knew it because there was nothing as love or hate between them, they just knew they were each others pillars of strength, they loved each others company, one understood what was on the others mind before he spoke out a word, it was all that mattered. Life couldn't be better.<br /><br />On a lazy Sunday morning, while Mr. Panigrahi and his father were having a heated discussion on the policies of the government and Mrs. Panigrahi applied strawberry marmalade on the toast, Sridhar and Buddy came out of their bedroom in their night pajamas and took their seats. Knowing that mother would be scoff at him for not getting fresh before taking breakfast, Sridhar winked at Buddy followed by a boyish chuckle. His mother looked wary of him.<br /><br />She finally asked, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">"What's with you? Why are you acting queer? Don't think I don't know what you're up to! I'm your mother and I can make out what's on your mind before you can think of it. So be careful! And if you think you're going to get to go with your friends playing football, then change your mind because we are going to the Art Academy today for a Painting Exhibition. Get ready soon! And stop chuckling now!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"No, Mother! Can I have homemade Makkhan on my bread?"</span> said Sridhar, controlling his laughter.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">"Hmm..sure! If that's all you need!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"Yeah..Mother! That's all."</span><br /><br />May be he needed more. Only if she could see the little guy who had dwelled in his cupboard over the years and will continue to, that guy who was <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sridhar's best Buddy</span>!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S13-LIZ8j8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/o3LmeM1bRlo/s1600-h/226116229_f08d3c5949.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S13-LIZ8j8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/o3LmeM1bRlo/s400/226116229_f08d3c5949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430776192867012546" border="0" /></a>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-15053635565651865262010-01-18T12:41:00.001-08:002010-02-17T12:33:58.270-08:00Hey Don't Worry!! 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<br /></div><blockquote style="color: rgb(56, 118, 29);"><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Worry is a state of mind triggered by any external factor like stress at work(overtime with secretary), lack of finance to satiate your minimum(endless, that is) needs, stress at home(implies from stress at work), your kid scoring 94%(which is 1%less than your colleague’s kid), putting on weight, etcetera, oops, on a serious note, drive to outdo everyone and not being able to achieve the target, stiff competition, pressure from peers, meddling with relationships etc., which is followed by hypertension, lack of confidence, anxiety in the happiest conditions, feeling of loneliness, harsh demeanor and making us appear miserable.</b></i>
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now as anyone would say, who likes to worry?
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">But however hard you try, can you avoid worrying?
<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"> If it’s not your girlfriend or boyfriend, your career causes anxiety and vice versa. In worst cases, both the conditions haunt together.
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">If it’s not your boss in the office, it’s your parents who think that you know nothing of life and you must take every step holding their index finger like a toddler and vice versa. Worst case condition applies here too.
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ab jaye to jayen kahan? The condition reminds me of Dhobi Ka Kutta!
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Know, research proves little worrying is good but in disproportionate amount is injurious! So all we can do is, if not able to filter it completely, at least bring it down to that non-injurious level!
<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I read this in a book ‘Who Moved My Cheese”,
<br /><blockquote style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"><i><b>The quicker you let go of the old cheese, the sooner you can enjoy the new cheese.</b></i>
<br /></blockquote></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now if our mood was cheese, quicker we let go of the worries, doubts and fear, sooner we’ll be able to relish a new life glistened by joy!Nahi?
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ever stood in front of the mirror and smiled to yourself when you were actually feeling like a dead duck in the drain!
<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have. And trust me, nothing can make you feel better. All the vexation vanishes in thin air as if it was never there.
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<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Such is the power of a smile. <b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So smile guys, smile coz Jaunty loves to see you smile! :)</b>
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<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Worrying was never my sport.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Melancholy n I never shared a good rapport.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>I kicked it, punched it, dribbled my way,</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>If ever it found its way</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Into my life, which was pretty OK.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Then one day, it sneaked through the back-door.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>The smashing of windows made me aware</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Of the intruder who had found its way.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>I could fight it anyhow but there was something more</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>It blackmailed me, strangled my loved ones and seeked entry in my core.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>My lares and penates had been knocked sky-high.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>With worry, I could do nothing but try.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Time went on and my worries multiplied henceforth.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>There was nothing and noone around and all this I loathed.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> </span>Troubles grow bigger if you nurse them. <span style="font-family:Georgia;"> </span></i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>So why not taint them!</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>I sharpened my tool and glossed it more.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>So it pricks it right into its core.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>And gave my best smile every time it attacked mine.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>The dual would not cease,</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Until one day tired and defeated, it left me pleased.</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>And I knew my smile had the power</i>
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<br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>If not to woo an urchin,</i>
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<br />Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-10495409879956741542010-01-15T12:01:00.000-08:002010-01-15T12:12:52.359-08:00Sitting Capped, 55 Slapped!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S1DHC6Gx9rI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L7y8yUN6PuQ/s1600-h/il_430xN.36958022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S1DHC6Gx9rI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L7y8yUN6PuQ/s400/il_430xN.36958022.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Meghna and Pritish, after a few inky shades in their years of courtship, had managed to lead a moderately happy married life. The moment in hand was a crucial one.<br />
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"<span style="color: #b45f06;">Aaye hayte youoo-oo-oo, cold hearted Meghna!</span>"<br />
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<i>Minutes back,</i><br />
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<i>Bucket of cold water emptied on Pritish.</i><br />
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"<span style="color: #b45f06;">Your body's dirt was demolished after one week of upheaval!</span>"<br />
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<b>HUSH IT!</b><br />
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Why some things can't be spoken openly?<br />
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It was just another medical problem, causing unbearable, abnormal discomfort! He didn't inform his parents fearing how they'd reciprocate, not friends to avoid news spreading like fire in forest.<br />
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His mother during teenage years had apprised him of taking precautions.<br />
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It plagued him now.<i> Itch-guard didn't help either!</i><br />
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PS: I'm not a winter lover, in fact I despise it, frost bite, the kind of clothes making you look more like a bear, sleepy lazy bums all around!<br />
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But the fun lies in watching people who are almost <b>aquaphobic</b> or precisely speaking, <b>ablutophobic</b>, mummy runnind behind her kid to catch hold of him and splash water on his body after days or weeks:P<br />
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Love it:D<br />
I was a kid too!!*nostalgia*<br />
Hey n I took a bath everyday, almost!!!;)<br />
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Kick the blues, have a Jaunty January!:)Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-60643362320943212072010-01-11T12:42:00.000-08:002010-01-11T22:26:58.228-08:00BLACK OR WHITE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S0uLnpHELeI/AAAAAAAAANw/ORtf9EJL4rA/s1600-h/2294891185_2243a57d49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVCexBh6M_E/S0uLnpHELeI/AAAAAAAAANw/ORtf9EJL4rA/s400/2294891185_2243a57d49.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I like the crowd in all its spright<br />
Be it black, brown, wheatish or white.<br />
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Every color, each with its characteristic<br />
Winnowing the whites, why being so eclectic.<br />
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Black and white pebbles get kicked alike<br />
Crows and white doves have the same flight.<br />
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Visualize the fumes of the war and the bomb<br />
Does it blow up the negro and spare the blonde?<br />
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Michael Jackson, my fancy for him is trite<br />
Even he said, It Don't Matter If You're<br />
Black Or White.<br />
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Often, black is even better than white<br />
Stupefied by white, we seldom get it right.<br />
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Could we survive a world with no blacks, all white<br />
Tranquility lost, blinded by the flash so bright. <br />
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Wonder what's so captivating about them<br />
When we eons ago had paid a huge price even then.<br />
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Heard about the put-ons spitting on your back?<br />
Dearest, here black is white and white is black.<br />
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Hey!Kind are the choices Mother Nature brews<br />
Chose You though your deeds were dipped in soot!<b><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">-Inspired by dearest Moti Bhains who thinks '<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Kaala Kutta</span> Is Always Mad</b>' and hence the expression 'Mujhe kaale kutte ne kaata hai kya?'-Height of Racism, that is!:P</span><br />
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</div>Ever questioned your power of decision-making, have you?<br />
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Lately I've spent a lot of time alone with myself letting a whole cloud of thoughts in my mind free. The burden hasn't lessened though since pending decisions-to-be-taken-sooner-than-later still knock the back of my head(Knock-Knock!!"Hamaara no. kab aaega?," they keep spluttering) and musing under these circumstances ain't that easy, after all!<br />
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Right from the first step of our life, we are confronted by choices to make and our Mama teaches us, "Baby, take the bull by the horns!"signaling, "Bachoo, Is duniya me aa to gaye but the road to follow ain't that smooth..There are BULLS to grapple with."For example, 'Padho, Dhoop me khelo matt'Bull, 'Boards Hain, Time waste matt karo'Bull, 'Coachings-Abhi Acche se pad le, life set ho jaegi!'Bull(Inki to books pe bhi likha hota hai'Hit the Bull's eye!), 'Entrance exam'Bull, phir 'CAT/MAT/RAT'Bull and pata nahi koun-koun se Bull!!Coming back to choices or precisely speaking, decision-making, it is an art to be mastered, lack of which can lead to chosen roads guiding you to dead-ends, the gifts of life( very much chosen by you) unravelling into bombshells, doors chosen by you leading to dark and dingy corridors.That's the power I'm talking about.<br />
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Who has never been on cross-roads where only one road can be travelled by a lonely traveller(That reminds me of the poem 'The Road Not Taken') and at these crucial times, you can't do with 'choosing a finger' or 'inky-pinky-ponky'.The time demands you to take a stand and decision-making comes into play, which I consider as one of the most tedious tasks in the world. Hitherto I've never really taken decisions by measuring the pros and cons of the situation, just followed my heart or like I believe, my subconscious mind does the work for me because it knows its dilly-dallyer owner.Be it my career plans, my personal decisions or whatever, the same procedure is followed. Like my grandfather puts it, "You play with your life." Yeah, I almost did. Know those ultra-smart kids who are asked, "Bade hoke kya banoge?" and comes a spontaneous reply,"Doctor!" That's me...was me! And having taken PCMB, two options popped up once I had appeared for all sorts of entrances, the obvious 'Doctor' or 'Engineer'.And to everyone's surprise or rather shock, I chose to become an engineer because I found it more lucrative, more exciting and the future appeared more promising.Ask me now how lucrative, exciting and promising it is?:( <br />
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I always make a jackass of myself when it comes to taking decisions.And now when a bigger one awaits, I'm all jittery and tense. Doesn't it need a hell lot of courage to decide and come to a conclusion? However chicken-hearted you are, for how long can someone while away time waiting on the doors that promise a better tomorrow? You have to tread a step forward and knock on the door. Otherwise the reticence may be misunderstood as denial. And once you deny that opportunity, you may never even get to make that choice again or fate may not ever present that door to you which could have opened a new vista for you.<br />
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<b>After so much of 'putting off until tomorrow' it's time to put two and two together!<span style="color: #cc0000;">:)</span></b>Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96260989972357311.post-79992816682770267372009-12-25T11:32:00.000-08:002009-12-25T11:32:11.004-08:00Idiot...Aal Izz Well!!<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Saari Umra Hum Mar Mar Ke Jee Liye..</span><br style="color: #8e7cc3;" /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Ik Pal To Ab Hame Jeene Do, Jeene Do...</span><br style="color: #8e7cc3;" /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Bachpan To Gaya, Jawaani Bhi Gayi..</span><br style="color: #8e7cc3;" /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Ik Pal To Ab Hame Jeene Do, Jeene Do...</span></b><br />
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The title of the post says it all...The punchline of the movie "3 Idiots", I watched just a few hours back, leaves you with that 'Aal Izz Well' feeling! A must-watch movie which leaves you with the feel-good factor at its peak..looks like Aamir endorses the "Education Reforms"..All in all, a complete Paisa-Vasool!!:)<br />
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Now since I'm feeling sleepy at this point of time..I'll share the gist of the message the movie sends across..<br />
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Break out of the system, the bindings..<br />
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Don't do what others think is good for you, do what you think is good and that will turn out the best decision of your life..and then only, the absolute contentment and happiness will surface in life..<br />
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Don't let your weaknesses be the obstructions that become a stumbling-block in your path, but the motivation that guides you through..<br />
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Study only to achieve excellence, not for material gains..<br />
Only then <strike>BALAATKAR </strike>CHAMATKAAR hogi and one will become successful..Once successful, <strike>STAN</strike> DHAN apne aap aaegi!!;) roflmao!!<br />
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'Ruttofied' definitions, theorems and formulae won't define our life but the real character of our inner soul.. <br />
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Don't let stresses pressurize your brain, everytime console your frustrated mind by saying, "AAL IZZ WELL"<br />
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All in all,Aamir Rocks!!And what I want to say is,<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Jahaanpanah!Tussi great ho...Is Blog Ka Tohfa Kubool Karo!"</span><br />
(You gotta watch the movie to understand this..)<br />
Infact my lil brother was down with fever, but under no conditions could he miss the movie, and there he was...feeling all fit-n-fine after the movie..O Bhaiyya 'Aal Izz Well'!!:)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #8e7cc3;">Give Me Some Sunshine..</b><br />
<b style="color: #8e7cc3;">Give Me Some Rain..</b><br />
<b style="color: #8e7cc3;">Give Me Another Chance..</b><br />
<b style="color: #8e7cc3;">I Want To Grow Up Once Again..</b><br />
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And yes Blog-hearts how did your Christmas go??<br />
Mine was fantastic..!!From attending the Christmas Carnival at the Church to Choco-Lava to drive with mum and dad to 3 idiots, it was superb..!!:)<br />
I'm all smiles!!:):)Jaunty animahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213086746303654464noreply@blogger.com36