tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23481126402105114872024-03-13T06:52:51.887-07:00Bright and Shiny!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-32681506846606501082014-07-21T18:22:00.001-07:002014-07-21T18:22:20.522-07:00Blinding Lights -1 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I feel pukish. Yeah,well that's not really the best opening sentence. But that's exactly how I feel. My head feels heavy and there is a throbbing pain towards one side. I was thinking what to write and it suddenly hit me. I don't know if there is another person who is exactly like me in every aspect. I don't believe there is either. But I know for sure that if I ever have a daughter she most probably will end up exactly like me. And in which case, there are a few things I want her to know.</div>
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1. It's okay to be you. Outgoing? Introverted? Maybe somewhere in between? It's okay. Even if your best friend says it's not, it is.</div>
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2. Pamper yourself. Often, and a lot. You deserve it.</div>
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3. Even if it seems like the end of the world right now, it isn't. You will soon have better days.</div>
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4. And yea the clichés are all true. Almost everything happens for a reason and it will all make perfect sense when you look back.(and you will end up writing a letter like this to your daughter).</div>
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5. You are very lucky to have been born a girl. </div>
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6. You will meet someone and slowly fall for them and then you call it love.</div>
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7. You will have a lot or few crushes. It's okay either ways.</div>
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8. Take pride in your thoughts. Someday someone will fall in love with those and your life won't ever be the same.</div>
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9. Do what you want to do without feeling guilty about it.</div>
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10. No, you are not selfish and if you are not convinced of that, no there is nothing wrong with being selfish. After all, you have just one life.</div>
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11. Crying is okay. In fact good. So cry your heart out, and you will feel free.</div>
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12. Your dad will be your hero. Always and Always. No matter how many guys you meet and how may you fall in love with or how deeply you do.</div>
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13.Take time off. Learn to enjoy being alone. You will discover yourself in those moment of solitude.</div>
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14.Travel a lot. Go to Bombay. Stay at Marriott.</div>
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15. Its not important to have a lot of friends. Even if you have none, its okay. Read books, they are the best companions.</div>
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16. 16 is special to me. Come and ask me why, and I'll tell you.</div>
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--- More, Later! :)</div>
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P.S : There's a reason its called Blinding lights apart from the obvious fact that it sounds fancy. I'll tell you in the next letter.</div>
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P.P.S : I like writing P.P.S.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-75603724655614412742013-10-07T08:36:00.001-07:002013-10-07T08:43:07.056-07:00Imagination!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Imagination.It’s like an open sky
or a deep ocean, put in simple words, it is like the smile of a new born baby in
his sleep. I’m surprised the magnitude
of this word hasn’t hit me till today. One word, with the power to create the whole
world. Everything started with an imagination. The world, the trees, humans,
every big and small thing started with God imagining us. Maybe we are all just living
in His figment of imagination. What if the world, you and me are just His imagination?
Would that make us all any less real? It wouldn’t. Or at least, I believe so.
Imagination gives life. A writer imagines a story and gives life to his
characters. The characters talk, sing, dance, smile, laugh, love, hate and cry
in the story. Similarly, what if God is writer and we are the characters in his
stories? Would that make our feelings any less real? Again, it wouldn’t. That would
just make God one hell of a writer!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now you would ask what is the difference
between imagination and reality, and the only difference that I can think of is
that, Imagination is much more powerful than reality. Reality limits us,
imagination doesn’t. Reality is what everyone can see. Imagination is what only
you can see. So again, is imagination real? Of course, yes! What you see, what
you feel, what you do in imagination is all real. Real, in YOUR world. You want
the rest of the world to see it too? That’s where reality comes in. And like I
said, Reality has limitations. Now you may ask me why? Maybe because not
everyone has the power to imagine the things that you do. Maybe because we all
have our own imaginations going and for it to be in the reality, we should all
imagine it. That leaves me with a thought, if all of us, everyone in the world,
imagined the same things, wouldn’t it be a perfect world? Because we would all
be imagining the same things and living the imagination? Not really, because then,
there will be just one soul in the whole world and that would make the world a
very lonely place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Simply put, If what is
imagination is not real, then none of us are real. </span></div>
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real , then there are no limits to what we can do, feel or be, and that, if you
ask me, is pretty awesome! </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-42396368161220148162013-03-28T09:29:00.000-07:002013-03-28T09:29:14.701-07:00Summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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if I don't make a lot of sense :P <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><b><i>Oh and by the way, the characters in the story are purely fictitious.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Summer was good.</span></span></div>
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Nothing exciting. Lazy afternoons, Books, chocolate ice-cream, calvin-hobbes,chatting with mom. That was about it. I had cut- off from my friends completely. I did not answer anyone’s calls. I liked it that way. I liked being to myself.Now it was time for college. My first day at college. I woke up at 6. I hardly slept all night. A whole new place. Full of new people. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. In fact, I was really nervous. I had carefully picked out what I had to wear, the previous night. I did not want to dress up too much and attract attention. so I just wore plain jeans and a white t-shirt, tied my hair up. my mom had asked me to take the car. I didn’t though. I liked walking.Kicking the pebbles, along the way, I started towards college. There was an old man beside the bus stand who sold newspapers. The toothy grin that he gives when I buy the paper always made me really happy. I was really fond of him. He reminded me of my grand pa. He smiled and asked me if I was going to college.When I said yes, he blessed me and wished me luck. My heart started racing as I neared the college gates. I had insisted that, my parents shouldn’t accompany me. Cursing myself, for acting like an idiot, I walked towards the entrance.Looking straight and avoiding eye-contact as much as possible I went to the office to get my course details. There was a huge line. It was going to take forever. I was feeling very conscious so I took my ear-phones out and started
listening to songs. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">After
what seemed like a hundred years, it was finally my turn. I had to sign and
take the details but I realised I didn’t get a pen. I turned back and asked the
next person in the queue. He smiled and gave it to me. After returning it to
him, I started walking towards my class. It was hard not to notice that his
smile was cute. I was trying to clear my thoughts when I heard a voice behind
me “Hey!” I turned back and it was him, again. He was hopping towards me with
that extremely cute smile on his face. I smiled and said “Yeah? “Under normal
circumstances I wouldn’t have responded, but there was something about this guy
that made me want to talk to him. “I happened to notice that we are taking the
same course, Mind if I join ? “ He said. “Sure. No problem” I said, a little
unsure of what this guy was upto. He started talking and did not stop till we
entered the class. He seemed to be someone who liked talking about anything and
everything under the sun. “So unlike me” I thought to myself. But I had to
admit that his enthusiasm was infectious. I was actually looking forward to the
classes. At the end of the day,I had a new friend. We had lunch together .He
spoke to everyone in the class,with the same zeal. I was amused with him. I
thought he was like a kid who gets excited for everything. We fell back to
routine. We became really good friends. I liked his company. I liked walking
back home with him. He always seemed to have something funny to say. Something
that would make me smile. I didn’t make a lot of friends. I was happy talking
just to him. We spoke all day, all night. We knew it was something more than
what we labelled it to be, but none of us spoke about it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">One
evening, as we were walking back, he held my hand. I gave him a questioning
look. He stopped walking and asked “where are we going?” I laughed and
said, “Home, Idiot! What’s wrong with you?” “You do know that’s not what I
meant, right?”There was a serious tone to his voice. I didn’t know what to say.
I just looked away.”Look at me” He said. Then I looked into his eyes and saw
something that I had never seen before in his eyes. He was looking at me like I
was the only thing that mattered in the world. I didn’t know what it was but
that moment was intense. My heart skipped a beat. I just kept looking at him and
didn’t realize when a tear rolled down my eyes. He wiped my tears and said “Hey
now, Don’t you cry, We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to,
let’s go” .I refused to move. I just stood there trying to collect my thoughts.
Then He smiled, tucked the hair falling on my face behind my ears, kissed my
forehead. Tears started rolling down again. I didn’t know why I was crying. The
moment was too beautiful and the rush of emotions I felt made me weak. Then he
held me for long and told me “I don’t know what this is. I don’t know where we
are. All I know is your smile makes me really happy. Knowing that I’m the
reason behind that smile makes me happier. I love talking to you.I love walking
with you. I love fighting with you. I love anything and everything that I do
with you.Promise me,that you will always be there” . I could hear my own heart
beat. I just nodded and smiled at him. Then we walked back. We were quiet. We
didn’t say anything. But it wasn’t the awkward silence. It was a good one, the
one that makes you feel safe and comfortable. I wanted to say something. But I
didn’t know what it was. But I think he read it in my eyes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">He knew. That I was
his,forever.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-7388601904764920012011-08-14T02:54:00.000-07:002013-11-13T10:44:28.920-08:0021 things that changed.. When I'm 21!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 36.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">Its been 3 and half years since I first stepped into this dream called "engineering"! I was thinking about how life changed from first year to now, and I just couldnt stop laughing my head out. So here's to how life changed in engineering!!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><br />
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font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">I write blogs !<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We go out once a month.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We’re out every Sunday.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We love to roam around in the campus.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We find nothing new about the campus.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We study 2 weeks before exams. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We study one night before exam.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We start writing the assignment on the day it is given.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We start writing the assignment on the day we have to submit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We are very hesitant to make new friends and trust people and yet be nice to everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We have a closed friend circle and we don’t bother to be nice to everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> sit in the first bench.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> sit in the fourth bench.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> get ragged.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We do the ragging.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> eat at hostel every single day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We eat at hostel when we’re broke.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We don’t know what to do with all the pocket money we get.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We’ve no idea how we spent the money in 1 week.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">we’ve no idea when its the birthday of our classmates.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We ‘ve class birthday parties.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We hardly go to the canteens.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We hardly go to the college.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We have a crushes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We’re sick of everyone around.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We hardly attend the fests and functions.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We organise them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We don’t upload our photos.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We have the whole life spread out on the networking sites.(its a different issue that i still</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">don’t upload my photos :P )<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We study everything in the syllabus.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We study only those two "important" questions!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We used to get scared to talk to the faculty.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We’re best friends with the faculty</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> !</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> dint have laptops, and we were bored.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">Now, we hardly have time to speak to parents.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">There was that curiosity, with li’l nervousness and excitement about whats going to happen the next day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">There’s that sad ,nostalgic feeling that its one more day less from the beautiful dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">·</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We have no idea about the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 54.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Andalus","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We have no idea about the future. :P<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-949464426577993192011-05-29T05:41:00.000-07:002011-05-29T05:47:02.355-07:00Is God biased??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">I was watching a talk show on television about belief in God.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">It got me into writing this blog. </span></span></b><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">My parents believe in God. And I was brought up the same way.So I believe in God too. I was told to pray everyday. I was told that God would bless us if we're devoted to him. And I used to think that all the ceremonies and prayers were a means to tell God that we believe in Him. And more selfishly, that we need his blessings and help. We bribe God. All of us do. We ask Him for something and promise Him something in return. And what we promise Him is directly proportional to How big a wish we've asked Him. I've been doing this for so many years.All this while, what I've forgotten is thatGod is not biased. He's not a sadist. He's not cruel. It doesnt matter whether we pray everyday or not, it doesnt matter if we climb a hill for Him or anything for that matter.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">He's not partial towards those who pray. Everyone is equal. Its your deeds that influence your destiny.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;"> God's blessing is like rain. Its showered on everyone. He doesnt choose people and make them great. At this point, one might wonder , If God is not biased then why is there rich and poor? Its us who created this. When Adam and Eve were sent to earth they werent given anything. The money was created by us. the corruption, us.the caste,us.Everything was created by us.We became greedy, selfish and cruel. We must've disappointed God so much. He didnt try to correct us, because He wanted us to make mistakes and He believes that we learn from them.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">He's just sitting up there and watching us. He doesnt punish us if we dont go to temple/mosque/church.Because He is selfless.Its what we do which decides our punishment. So many bad people are leading a happy life. Leave them to karma. You probably were the bad guy in your previous life.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">Dont hold grudges. They only eat you up.You'll be able to let go if you believe that there is supernatural power which takes care of everything. Or atleast you should believe that what goes around comes around.</span></span></b><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">God doesnt want prayers. He just wants us to be honest. prayers are for us, for us to stay honest and peaceful.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow';"><span style="font-size: small;">Prayers are just a means to leave our problems to God. We dont have to do that. Because God, Himself will take care.</span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">We dont have to remind Him. But, all the same,we do it because we want peace. We want reassurance</span></b></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-70565627441196915512011-05-20T08:20:00.000-07:002011-05-20T08:20:44.546-07:00T-W-E-N-T-Y!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Yeah, So I am Twenty. Finally. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It means I managed to survive the boards, the living nightmare (11<sup>th</sup> and 12<sup>th</sup> ) and I’m almost done with </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">graduation(None with flying colours!).When I look back at the past 20 years (Actually, that’s a lie, I rememb</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">er only last 10 -12 years. The rest was a blur.) I feel all nostalgic(I love this word, It captures the exact feeling.) I haven’t really achieved anything nor have I made my parents proud. But that didn’t stop me from turning twenty. Life didn’t wait for me. It just dragged me along. And All I have learnt in these years are the basic lessons of love, trust, faith, friendship and life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">T-W-E-N-T-Y is a huge thing and its depressing too! It means I’m a grown up. It means I’ve to take decisions and be responsible(God, It sucks! ).When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a grown up. They didn’t have to go to school, write homeworks, study for exams and worry about grades. I used to envy them. Now that I’m a grown up I’ve realised life was much simpler in school. Now I envy the kids. That’s one more lesson I’ve learnt. We always want what we cant have.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Over the past twenty years, I’ve made so many choices. Some with thought, some without any.Its like how Robert Frost said in the poem "The Road not taken". However, life isn’t as simple as choosing a road less travelled. Its hard to make choices. So far, most of the important choices were left to my parents. That was safe. Atleast I wouldn’t feel guilty if it went wrong. However,I did make some minor choices. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At some point of time I might have wondered how my life would’ve been, had I made different choices, I even might have regretted them. But that will not stop me from making a choice. Because that’s what life is all about. Choosing our destiny .I believe that there is more than one destiny to a person. The final Door to Destiny is decided by the choices we make.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Its time for me to take a step further. To choose my destiny.I hate it.I also hate that I’m 20. But all the same, I’m ready for it. For all the Shit that life has to offer! Seriously, BRING IT ON!!</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-21990638165028128932011-03-26T06:56:00.000-07:002011-03-26T06:56:33.419-07:00Surprise! Surprise!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ksaO_nyIVOw/TY3vX-jcEII/AAAAAAAABoA/GoxFUuyuJHM/s1600/fr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ksaO_nyIVOw/TY3vX-jcEII/AAAAAAAABoA/GoxFUuyuJHM/s320/fr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This post is solely dedicated to the marvelous,everlasting,awesome "SKYMADE"! I normally dont find it very hard to write a post,But right now, I'm so overwhelmed! I'm at a loss of words! I dont know how to thank you ! And frankly , I dont want to Thank you because the love that you people show cant be valued with just a "thank you". All of us are so different, and yet we somehow became friends and lasted this long! All the stupid things that we do are things that I'll treasure throughout my life :)<br />
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And now , coming to point , Seriously It was one of the best evenings in my life! The effort you people took to surprise me is invaluable. Ok,we all know that I wasnt really surprised, but thats not really the point.When I was brought to the so called "Eden gardens" in our college, I saw you people trying to hide behind the tree and I just couldnt stop smiling. The way you people were trying to make me do activities to give me gifts was achingly sweet and adorable. I could see in your eyes how much you love me, how much I matter to you. I know how much you all must have planned to make it all perfect, to choose the perfect gifts, and perfect place. By the way they were more than just perfect.They were impeccable.<br />
I'm unlucky in many issues but when it comes to friendship I am seriously THE luckiest person!I just hope and pray that we will remain friends for life time!<br />
Thank you so much for everything ( I dint know what else to say)<br />
You are the stars, the moon and the sunshine in my life, You just make everything easy!<br />
I heart you all!!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-75895504837798420222011-03-21T08:43:00.000-07:002011-03-21T08:55:56.008-07:00Random.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">DISCLAIMER: Dont bother to read this unless you're completely jobless and have nothing else to do. This is a pure outburst of completely random thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Its strange how my life has evolved over the years.When I look at the old photographs I just cant stop smiling to myself.I looked so funny,silly,innocent and stupid.When I think about it, I realise that all those things which seemed like earth-shattering issues are just stupid silly things. I mean seriously what was I thinking when I used to bawl over a thing as stupid as a pencil! I was the center of my world..which constituted of me.my friends,my school .. that was all I was concerned about. I always adored growing up. I picturised myself in a huge mansion with my prince charming leading a happily-ever-after(oh yeah! I plan to sue Disney!!). I just couldnt wait to explore the mysteries of everything around me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">It was very easy to satisfy me then.. All one had to do was get me a chocolate and I would be all-smiles! oohh! and the thing that I dreaded the most was having to be the denner in the hide and seek. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trying to win a game was my ultimate challenge.. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I never knew midnights then! In all my childhood I never ever was awake after 10! (and now my evening starts at 10!!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I never worried about having my hair in place.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">When I look back it amazes me how some people stood through my thick and thin , and how some people who seemed like the most important ones were just guest appearances! I've learnt so much over the years..so much about the truths of life.. I've seriously surprised myself.. I have acted so mature in some seriously critical conditions(hard to elaborate on them here!!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I've realised whats important and whats not,who's important and who is not. If there's one thing that life has taught its that, "time heals everything.no exceptions".<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Probably 10 years from now, I know I'll laugh my head out if read this.. because I grow up and I learn more.. more about myself, about world.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">In life everything happens for a reason, and everyone has a role to play. Not knowing the roles and reasons is what makes life so amazing. Otherwise we would just be enacting a script and reading out dialogues.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-45596826626677050852011-03-19T23:03:00.000-07:002011-03-21T05:28:29.697-07:00❤ ❤ Perfect ❤ ❤<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><i></i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NfhAXS4-4i4/TYWXUYnZv9I/AAAAAAAABkE/yvGpA3df86U/s1600/v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NfhAXS4-4i4/TYWXUYnZv9I/AAAAAAAABkE/yvGpA3df86U/s320/v.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><div><i>I was in the train.It was chugging along the picturesque landscape.I looked out of the window and it was as though heaven was on earth.The breeze was tickling me,playing with my hair and I felt as if I was in the lap of mother nature.I had hot coffee and an awesome novel to keep me company.I tried hard to not think about anything else.</i></div><div><i>Then, he came.And sat beside me.I shivered.A little.His presence does that to me.I looked down at my feet.They suddenly seemed very interesting.I held on to the coffee mug tightly.I knew it.I knew he was staring at me.I tried hard to ignore his charisma.I shivered.Again. From the corner of my eyes I could see he was smiling.He then put his hand around my waist and pulled me closer.He was warm.So warm.I still avoided looking at him.He held my chin and made me face him.It was so hard to not look at him.So I looked up and I was entranced.I forgot to blink,breathe.He took the mug out of my hand.</i></div><div><i>He smiled his amazing smile and it was perfect.I could die then and there.He pulled aside the strand of hair which kept falling over my face and kissed my forehead. He said the most beautiful words" you are beautiful.you complete me." I was trying hard to memorize every single detail in that perfect moment.I dint know what to say.I dint want to ruin the moment.It was like living my dream.I was about to tell him my most coveted secret.How much I love him!</i></div><div><i>Thats when I heard the piercing sound.Like something was waking me up.The perfect scene was fading away.I was trying hard to hold on to it.Someone hit me, I open my eyes. And DAMN!I was in my room.I tried going back to sleep.But the dream was too perfect.I had to pen it down.</i></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-22704080393957755462011-03-07T06:09:00.000-08:002011-03-07T06:09:53.458-08:00Slow down.Seriously.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When was the last time you thanked your parents for all that they did?<br />
When was the last time you told your stupid siblings, that despite them being stupid, you adore them?<br />
When was the last time you said "I love you" and actually meant it?<br />
When was the last time you wondered about all the mysteries and magic of the nature?<br />
When was the last time you set aside your ego, and apologised to a true friend?<br />
When was the last time you gave an honest opinion on someone/something?<br />
When was the last time you smiled with your heart?<br />
When was the last time you laughed so hard, and dont even remember why you laughed?<br />
When was the last time you actually helped someone who really needed help?<br />
When was the last time you played with a kid, and forgot all your worries in their innocence?<br />
When was the last time you stood up for what you believe in?<br />
When was the last time you hugged someone who was losing hope, and told them that everything's going to be okay?<br />
When was the last time you had a pillow fight with your friends?<br />
When was the last time you got drenched in the rain?<br />
When was the last time you actually asked someone to get out of your life and that you are sick of them?<br />
<br />
Seriously,When was the last time we actually slowed down and took a notice of all the small things, which might actually mean a lot?<br />
<br />
Slow down, Take a deep breath and think about it.<br />
We get only one shot at this amazing life.And we never know when its going to end. I mean there might actually be an earthquake right now,right where you are standing,this very second and everything might end in a snap!(jus' kiddin :P)<br />
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Its okay to take people for granted.But it would do you no harm to just remind them how much they actually mean to you.Its okay to pretend.But you would feel lot better if you stop faking for a while. I<br />
If you want to do something ,do it now.(I dont trust these scientists, the world may end tomorrow and not in 2012.. :P !!)<br />
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Its okay to be who you want be and do want to do.Because you get only one life and one chance !!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-30771128440416955042011-02-19T09:48:00.000-08:002011-02-19T09:48:17.569-08:00Hope.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><i><div>The miserable have no other medicine</div><div>But only hope.</div><div>~William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lt-d52uUOJg/TWACKUq7AxI/AAAAAAAABjc/w_ZT4s613j4/s1600/h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="141" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lt-d52uUOJg/TWACKUq7AxI/AAAAAAAABjc/w_ZT4s613j4/s200/h.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div>Hope.Hope is the only exciting thing in life.If hope was a person, like a human being,and if that person dies this very moment, then Millions would die with him.. as Hope is what that is pushing them.</div><div>When you completely fall apart and break down, its Hope that holds your hand and leads you to the brighter side.</div><div>I cant stop hoping,Nor can you, Nor can anyone in this world.If you've stopped hoping then it means you've accepted defeat.And Abandoning hope is like suicide.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I hope, that one day all that I Hope for.. come true.</div><div>There are so many things that i hope for.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Hope for another day..</div><div>Hope for another smile..</div><div>Hope for a dear friend..</div><div>Hope for a better life..</div><div>Hope for a call from someone..</div><div>Hope for a surprise..</div><div>Hope for a change..</div><div>Hope for a spark..</div><div>Hope for the time to freeze..</div><div>Hope to move on..</div><div>Hope to get the best..</div><div>Hope to be the best..</div><div>Hope for another chance..</div><div>Hope to please someone..</div><div>Hope to fall in love..</div><div>Hope to be loved..</div><div>Hope to be happy..</div><div>Hope to fly..</div><div>Hope to be better..</div><div>Hope to not hurt anyone..</div><div>Hope to survive..</div><div>Hope to be a better person..</div><div>Hope to become stronger..</div><div>Hope to face the challenge..</div><div>Hope for a better world..</div><div><br />
</div><div>The list is endless..</div><div><br />
</div><div>And you know what,</div><div>..</div><div>Not knowing what life has in store in for you is the only reason we cant stop hoping.We are unpredictable,so is life. But hope,Its always there to hold you.Like a Godfather.</div><div><br />
</div><div>When the world says "Give up!",</div><div>Hope whispers "Try it again!"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Some see a hopeless end, while others see an endless hope.</div><div>The choice is yours.</div></i></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-60402254754454714252011-02-11T09:07:00.001-08:002011-02-11T09:07:20.396-08:00La saint Valentin!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"LOVE " is in the air..! Its here, The most awaited day for so many lovestruck people is finally here.<br />
<br />
Whats it with this valentines day??<br />
I mean,SERIOUSLY!<br />
I always thought it was over-rated.I always thought why exactly do you need a special day to tell someone<br />
that they mean the world to you,<br />
that you cant live without them,<br />
that from the moment you've met them, everything changed,<br />
that they bring out THE best in you and<br />
that you're truly,madly and deeply in love with that person!<br />
WHY?? Why cant you just say it whenever you feel like it??<br />
There are 365 days in a year (+1 bonus if its a leap year!), then why exactly do you need a special day to express your feelings? Because having that special day just makes it even more special! Its just there to make you pause your life and savour the better moments in life.. The moments which you'll treasure till your last breath!!<br />
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Most of the time,you get so busy with life and take the most important people in your life for granted. They know that you love them,but there's nothing wrong if you go out of the way to surprise them and just remind them how much you love them right? So,Throw the crap aside..! Its a wake up call !<br />
Just GO and SAY IT!!<br />
<br />
SIGH!!(I hate this part!)<br />
For all those who are single like me ,<br />
(I know how it feels like! Depressing!)<br />
Remember.. Life is not over .. The best is yet to come. Just keep waiting :)<br />
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By the way you don`t exactly need to have THAT someone to celebrate! Party hard! Enjoy The Freedom as there are no strings attached!<br />
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P.S : La Saint Valentin means "valentines day" in french!<br />
Googled it .. Dont blame me if its wrong!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-4189035416690497522011-02-04T10:03:00.000-08:002011-02-04T10:09:46.835-08:00Memories..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Freeze them.Dont ever let them go.They are the only permanent things in your life.Memories.No one is permanent.Nothing is permanent.Except for memories.That is if you hold on to them.. real tight! You cant force people to stay in your life. They have their life.They move on.<br />
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If someone is walking away from you.Stop them.Once,Twice,Thrice. But dont let it become a habit.Because once it does then there's no point in maintaining a relationship like that.Its like pulling the elastic , you just keep pulling it and then suddenly when the other person leaves it,its going to hit you real HARD! Instead if you just nicely walk out, there would be no problem at all. You are just saving a lot time,energy,emotions and of course self respect.<br />
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The best thing about memories is they never betray you.They are always close to your heart.And you can always trust them to remind you of all the happy times you had, especially your childhood memories.They are the best.Sweet,pure,happy and full of innocence.They pull you back.You long to be in those frozen pieces of time.You long to be a child.(Sigh! i want to be a kid!)<br />
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At some point in your life you are going to look back.Then you realise its just a scramble of all the memories.So even if you miss out on a single piece,The picture is not going to be complete.The gap is always going to be there.<br />
So cherish them.The memories.<br />
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P.S: people who have short-term memory loss.. I'm sorry but you are missing out on the best gift given by God. Get treatment.ASAP!!<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-81765382344695269132011-02-02T08:29:00.000-08:002011-02-02T08:31:16.601-08:00"Someone..."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"></span></i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"><i>DISCLAIMER:.</i></div><i>All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.</i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><i></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I want someone.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> </span></i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who accepts me the way I am.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who makes me smile no matter what.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who irritates me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who fights with me for stupid silly things.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who takes care of me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who treats me like a kid.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who would just call up to say hi.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who wouldn’t sleep without wishing me good night.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone whose first and last thought is me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who looks into my eyes and tells me that I’m the best thing ever happened to him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who would hold me and tell me that everything is gonna be okay.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who can read my eyes,feel my thoughts,and understand my feelings.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who loves me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who makes me love him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone whose life is incomplete without me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who would complete me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone whose thoughts would bring a smile across my face.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who tells me I’m the prettiest even I’m having a bad day.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone with the best sense of humour.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who can make me laugh even when I’m really depressed.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who will never break my trust.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who values my heart as much as his.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who is an absolute sweetheart.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone I cant live without.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Someone who makes my life magical.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Thank you disney for making me believe that "someone" like prince charming exists. I have finally realised that its under purely hypothetical circumstances.</span></i></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-7344104955223130872011-01-25T07:31:00.000-08:002011-01-25T07:31:26.636-08:00Hearts dont break evenly..!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Why do we expect from people?<br />
Because we care for them.<br />
Now,did that person ask for your care?<br />
NO<br />
So,why do you do it?<br />
Because you are stupid,foolish and brainless.<br />
Now again,if you're disappointed once,Do you learn your lesson?<br />
NO again!<br />
<br />
So basically,the fault lies in YOU. You are the one who is giving someone else the right to affect you.You are the one who is letting people walk over your feelings.If you dont learn from your lessons then all you'll be left with is just those lessons.Literally.<br />
Its like saying "Here i am. Hurt me how much ever you want.Its not like I have something called "feelings"."<br />
Its like saying "how many ever times you insult me or break my heart ,I wont change.I am shameless."<br />
Its like saying "I am emotionless.(manufacturing defect you see !)So ya ,feel free to walk over me anytime you want"<br />
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Seriously,Is that how you want to be? Feelingless,Emotionless,Shameless and without any self-respect? Obviously,No!<br />
So think twice before you start caring for someone!<br />
Is that person really worth it?<br />
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But then again sometimes we are just too blind to see that the person is actually caring for you.. silently.<br />
Maybe that person is just too scared to show it.Maybe he's expecting you to take the first step.<br />
You should be able to identify people like that otherwise you are just going to break another heart!<br />
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Hearts dont break evenly!So Hold your heart tight!!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-57582642478962375002011-01-19T10:41:00.000-08:002011-01-19T10:41:30.264-08:00name it...i wasnt able to!"And they lived happily ever after.. " Seriously,thats like THE best phrase in English.Its just so magical and complete. Like you know,it leaves you with a smile.I love reading.It lets me escape into that fantasy world where everything(almost!) is perfect.Real perfect.I tend to identify myself with a lot of characters(d good ones obviously!) that i read and feel very content with the happy ending.Then i bask in that for sometime and later i'm forced into the reality.<br />
Sigh!<br />
Happily-ever-after just doesn't seem to exist .Maybe i am too young to say that,i haven't actually had the privilege to know about a lot of stuff in life yet. Well,whatever. Its all in the way you see it,the way you want it and the way you dream of it.The perception.Its evil.Seriously if everyone in the world had the same perception then there wouldn't have been any world wars only!Life would have been less complex.Scratch that.It wouldn't have been complex at all. I have successfully digressed from what i wanted to say.So like i was saying if your perception of happily-ever-after matches with your reality then... BINGO! you've hit the jack pot! Obviously you are among that 5 percent in the world...Ha! Envy me :P,I'm with the majority!i've always been best of friends with bad luck.Seriously,it comes to me in so many bloody forms.I hate bad-luck.NO,i hate luck.and if someone tells me that luck doesn't exist then hello!u r just saying that because you have been lucky!<br />
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ok.So i should shut up now.i probably should rename my blog as nonsense.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-27106897116765131672011-01-03T07:47:00.001-08:002011-01-03T07:47:52.777-08:00The silver lining..<div class="MsoNormal">OK. So I am sick and tired of writing sad, depressing and boring stuff. I would like to start off this new year with something happy-happy. Something that brings a smile across my face.. I ‘ve read so many things about friends,so many great people have written great things about this great “feeling”. Ya,that’s what friendship is according to me. Its not a relationship ,it’s a feeling which brings people together. Its like a silver lining to life. It adds spark to the boring mundane life. True, love is divine but friendship surpasses love. Its much more than that. It’s a silent understanding between hearts, its to know that whatever might happen, things wont change, to know that you’ll always ALWAYS remain friends. Nowadays friendship has lost its meaning, because of so many complications. Its becoming hard to know whom to trust and whom not to.(I know I’ve already said this) . <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">god created mom to nurture you,he created dad to guide you, he created sister to share ,and a brother to care, so why exactly did he create friends ?because when you’re busy taking life seriously, you just need someone to remind you that you shouldn’t be taking it too seriously ,to tell u not to complicate life and just live the moment!,to help you get your priorities right, to help you discover the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>real YOU, to help you discover ur passions, well.. to help you in just about everything.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks to some people in my life, who never gave up on me.. I’ve not lost my faith in this beautiful feeling.. I’m a very volatile person, I have a lot of mood swings, its just so hard to put up with me. But my friends have always ALWAYS been there with me, even when I asked them to get out of my life and leave me alone. Because they knew that what I really mean is that I want them to hold me and take care of me and tell me that everything’s going to be okay, that I’m not a loser,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and that I’m actually worth something. That I’ve to go on , achieve my dreams and create a special place for myself in this world.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">This is for all my friends who have added spark to my life.. [ especially for those who have asked me to write about something “happy-happy” <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span>]<o:p></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-24796003158602040252010-12-25T11:46:00.000-08:002010-12-25T11:46:40.535-08:00....yesterday one of my school mates died in an accident.<br />
i dont know him much ,but it has disturbed me a lot. it made me think twice about life n death n everything in between. y is god so unfair? one moment he gives everything to a person and suddenly, out of blue, he snatches away that person's life?is there a reason and explanation for everything dat god does? y do some people live longer dan others? y do some lives end so abruptly?its just so hard to imagine the pain a death would cause to a family. what is their mistake? why should dey suffer? ders just a second gap between life and death. in a blink of eye anything can happen. its just such a short life,we dont even know when its going to end.so y do we complain so much about everything? y cant we just thank god for making us last through this hour,this minute,this second.. and smile and be happy.. people may console u when u're down or when something bad happens.. but wat words will console the mother who lost her child for no fault of hers..?<br />
y god,y do u have to be so unfair? if everything dat u do is for d good,wat is the good dat happens, when a mother loses her child.?<br />
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i'm at a loss of words.<br />
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may his soul rest in peace..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-24950212718874196772010-12-20T06:31:00.000-08:002010-12-20T06:37:30.266-08:00@ Engineering..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeMjCBaUUXE/TQ9oqGSAm1I/AAAAAAAABg4/D5rbWlwADg0/s1600/friends.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">I'm not the first person to write about life in engineering.. I dont even know where and how to start. Its just so complicated. Irrespective of whether u have a good engineering life or not one thing is for sure. NOBODY will forget this phase in their life..<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">Starting with the huge drama of which college to join(ya when you've actually been stupid enough to waste 2 yrs nd not get into good coll) and finally somehow u manage to end up at a not-so-bad college. you know that adrenaline rush on the first day of college?,the mixture of feelings ..excitement,anticipation,tension,hope nd a li’l bit of everything.. Everything and everybody is new and then slowly, you make new friends(you dont have an option,u NEED friends to survive these 4 yrs). you get along with some people so well at first, and u actually think everything's going well.. the rest of first year will be a blur of events where you make stupid decisions.. choose the wrong people..learn ur lessons. Coming to the "learning lessons" part.. its been 3 years since i've joined engineering and i have learnt SO much about life. Initially i thought everyone was just being honest, and then slowly i realised that people are actually pretending.. dat dey are faking the relationship,it depressed me in d beginning.. i was forced out of the bubble of my imagination dat everybody is good. then i realised dat i have no other option but to pretend and act like dem.”TRUST” lost its meaning.. when people u’ve known for years have broken ur trust then whats the guarantee that these people wont break it again?I know there’s no answer for such a question.when you don’t even know how u’re going act the next minute so how d heck are you supposed to know about the other person.. No,not everybody is like dat,if u're lucky enough you will come across people who will stand by u through ur thick and thin..u actually come to know about the truths of life and how people change.. i know change is wat, that is constant. But its just so hard to face it and accept it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">The crushes,silly fights,birthday parties n treats,bunking classes,movies,beach.. ders just so much dat happens. The good things for the memories,d bad for the lessons..<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">so yeah,adios!<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-21822730239188702342010-12-11T10:08:00.000-08:002010-12-11T10:08:32.297-08:00Friends,Life and Friends!Half our lives are spent in making friends,being with them,fighting with them,and making up with them.<br />
They stand up to u no matter what.. laugh and cry with u.. fight with u,care for u,scold u,teach u,tease u and in d end love u more than u can ever imagine.. Life would have been so empty and meaningless if it werent for those idiots who make u want to live life even when ur life is at its worst..<br />
Sometimes,we reach a saturation point in life when everything seems to be against us and it becomes so<br />
frustrating .. you dont even know whom to trust and whom not to.. everybody is pretending and after some time it becomes hard to know who is being honest. you dont know whether you should trust your judgemental skills<br />
because life taught u too many lessons.. and there were so many times when trusting you conscience put you in<br />
middle of nowhere.. friendship is losing all its meaning.Its just so hard to find true friends these days.<br />
when your trust is broken too many times and you're hurt a bit too many times,you kinda stop opening up to<br />
people,stop trusting them because you know you're not ready for the hurt again...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-50525000665317775282010-11-14T02:21:00.000-08:002010-11-14T02:21:07.978-08:00Expectations!!I hate it.I totally hate it when something i expect doesnt happen.And most of the time thats exactly what happens.The opposite of what i am expecting.<br />
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Expectations.Its totally involuntary.Its like breathing,You dont even realise you are expecting something from someone.Only after that person disappoints you,you realise you have actually been expecting something from them.Its just so hard to not expect things to happen your way.Seriously,life would be a lot less painful if we stop expecting..When u cant even control ur own feelings,how is it that u can control others thoughts,and feelings and expect them to do things your way.They cant read your mind OBVIOUSLY.But then again, there will be some people in your life who know you in and out.They can like read every single thought of yours.They know what makes you happy,what makes you sad,what makes you laugh and what makes you cry.So yeah! They should make sure they do things your way.Its not wrong to expect it from such people.<br />
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seriously,what is life if u cant even expect from people who define your life!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-30019244099642548942010-10-06T09:23:00.000-07:002010-10-06T09:23:44.792-07:00BAD!<div class="MsoNormal"><i>It was a bad day.! Its one of those days when everything under the sun goes wrong.. every bloody thing. You get irritated of one thing and you end up shouting at every single person in ur proximity and later crying.. as if dat isn’t enough your bad luck comes to you and waves a big hi! And then you end up getting so depressed with everything that happened, that’s happening and that might happen in your life.so you think the best solution is to calm down and pamper urself.. But NO !exactly at dat stage you realise you have a deadline for the next day. So you have to put yourself to more torture and use ur already dead brain to do something productive. Atleast then you wish ur good luck might gi</i><i>ve u a small visit.. But as usual the bad guy wins the race and ruins everything you have tried to do..</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Guess I’m talking nonsense. Anyway ya I had a bad day and I am depressed . so I’m here writing crap.</i><o:p></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-10772356384469192212010-10-04T12:30:00.000-07:002010-10-04T12:30:38.247-07:00love!!"Love" such a small word with so much of meaning.. Its so powerful like fire..<br />
. it can burn hearts.Its not just a feeling.Its something lot more than that.Its a divine intervention which connects people.If it werent for that four letter word,earth would have ended long back.I love my family,friends.. But i never really had a first hand experience of being "in love". The love thats different from all kinds of love,the love that binds two people by heart and soul.. but i do have my own theory on love.<br />
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Love is a spark which ignites fire and creates magic.. When people are in love everything seems to have no value except the fact that one person is breathing only bcoz of the other one.. it gives you that feeling of content and confidence . it changes your priorities.. it makes you care for the other person more than urself..<br />
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I dont understand one thing about love.. many people have told me that they have fallen "out of love".<br />
how can people be "in" and "out" of love?I always considered love to be so pure,precious and sacred.Then how is it that if a person truly loved someone ,they can forget that person and move on..? Then that wouldnt be called love right..?<br />
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True love isnt about possessiveness,jealousy and obsession.. Its about caring for someone truly and trusting that person with your life.It isnt about candle light dinners and red roses.. Its the way your eyes sparkle when you see that one person who means the world to you.. <br />
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love is like an eternal flame which brightens lives till the last breath..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-41993781179050991152010-10-02T08:48:00.000-07:002010-10-02T08:48:27.412-07:00moments"Life is not about the number of breaths u take but the number of moments that take ur breath away !"<br />
how amazingly true..!! Life is so short yet so long,so hard yet so sweet,so tough yet so fun.. Well,life is all bout being what u what to be and spending it with people who complete ur life with their presence..<br />
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There are some moments in life when you wish time would just freeze.. but it so doesnt work that way! Just when u want it to stop it runs away and just when u want it to run away every second feels like an hour..<br />
stupid time !! Thats however the best part about it.. We wouldnt realise the value of those special moments if they are there always.. They just wouldnt be special anymore..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12665904708343271603noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348112640210511487.post-21676411834651206362010-10-01T11:36:00.000-07:002010-10-01T11:36:25.923-07:00Best Friend Forever!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I still remember the first day of my school.. sounds unbelievable.. but ya,i do remember.. I met this sweet,innocent girl that day and its been almost 15 yrs and i am just so lucky to still have her with me. She was with me through my thick n thin,accepted me d way i am and never complained about anything..</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> god hasnt been fair with me in many issues in life.. but i'm so grateful to god for giving me dis girl who makes my life better.. she doesnt know much about me :P but one thing she sure knows is how to make me smile.. I dont think i'm not a very friend.. i do love my friends but i've a different way of expressing it.. i care a bit too much n tend to get possessive which kinda gets onto their nerves..</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">But this girl never ever got irritated with me and trusted me when i was going through a bad phase in life..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Having her in life just makes everything seem lot better.. she's my best friend and nothing and no one can replace her!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">madhuri.. this is for u..</span></span><br />
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