tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116260022011-12-15T08:08:25.306+05:30A quest to find out more about myself..AJnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626002.post-35802088695412939782011-08-27T02:45:00.001+05:302011-08-27T02:45:32.780+05:30

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!

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It's unsettling.. I've returned from a 160 feet bungee jump and am looking at my last 2 weeks here in the UK, with loads of work to do on my dissertation. My mind is lost, confused and there's a feeling of panic. I don't want to go back. I don't have a job. I don't know what i'm supposed to do next. I don't know what will happen next.

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wish i didn't miss them.. just makes me realise what family means . how our upbringing affects who we become and what we believe in.. all the festivals. celebrations. forced rituals. grumpy faces. i know that i like cooking and i got that from mom and i wish there wasn't so much distance between dad and me.. too much has passed between us. i wish i could wake up to the sound of him talking

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A rewarding end to a tough week - not exactly the end, three more days to go. But still, a celebration to remember :) The classic 'It Happened One Night' with the ever-handsome Clark Gable and oh-so-cute Claudette. A movie I'd wanted to see for so long after ravishing its Hindi remake. And the wait was worth it. What with the impeccably dressed leading man, poignant tears of the lady and innate

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First came the long days after the exams, supposedly meant for work but actually spent shopping, sleeping, watching movies and day dreaming. Then started the snowy weekend. Pretty, scary, curseful. My reactions in that order. One of the heaviest snowfalls UK has seen - which forced Heathrow to close dowwn for 2 days. Endless hours spent checking minute by minute weather updates, Naational express

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don't break my heart again this day of the month..

AJnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626002.post-72416503632867512482010-12-05T05:57:00.000+05:302010-12-05T05:57:35.954+05:30

i close my eyes and see myself with a trolley of luggage near the airport arrivals.. they're there looking out for me. missed them so much these 3 months. the longest 3 months.. i cry at the thought of hugging my mom who hasn't gone shopping or fought like hell, seeing my brother who's becoming smarter by the day and looking into dad's eyes that've missed me. i'll be home soon.

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AJnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626002.post-33271713716000382592010-07-04T23:49:00.004+05:302010-07-05T23:52:12.051+05:30

It has been 13 long years... We were inseperable. Mom would always find me downstairs with him.. We'd go to the market, temple, deer park.. or just anywhere. He was my best friend. One whom I'd complain to about mom. Whom I admired and respected and loved. Wish he was here with us.. Miss you Baba

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Perfect almond shaped shining black eyes, long lashes, a pose of poise, a delightful smile, the heart shaped face, a pout to die for.. She sits staring at me with a cream biscuit. Basking in the attention she gets. A little Indian beauty who will have a line of suitors in years to come..

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A month and a half in a new city.. Nothing better than a bus ride in the rain.. Hindi songs of pooja bhatt movies of the 90's playing on the local FM of a city miles away from home.. flooding you with nostalgic memories of Saturday nights spent watching movies with the family.. Miss you

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Its the perfect holiday.. a life I'd always wanted to live. A picture perfect room.. just the one I've always wanted. A balcony that is my abode for the moonlit nights under starry skies. The curtains.. cupboard.. bedside.. TV.. balcony view.. neighbourhood.. Breakfast with friends, evening strolls in the cool breeze, endless chitchat with friends, phone conversations in the chilly balcony.

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Heart speaks more when eyes start looking at someone silently and life seems to be more exciting when someone starts reading those eyes silently..

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Mint enrobed in dark chocolate - be it lindt or after eight - the pleasure is surreal Just thinking of the time dad first got a box of After Eight for bro and me.. The 8 - shaped metal box, with lines of individual packed mint chocolates - was more like a delicacy! Chocolate is one of the best things to happen to mankind, chocolate and mint is one of the best to happen to me :) Bitter sweet

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The strings quiver in a high tenor producing the sound of passion that my soul just absorbs.. The violin plays effortlessly as though with a heart of its own relaying emotions that have never been better expressed. Layer by layer it travels deeper into me.. uncovering what it passes. Words forming from nothing, the notes drawing tears out of one's eyes.. to give company to my heart in this

AJnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626002.post-28989146760536662652009-11-29T03:35:00.002+05:302009-11-29T03:35:16.701+05:30

she stood outside his building, waiting for him to return from work. he didnt know she was coming - it was gonna be a tough one. she said she wont keep any contact but this was it. he looked he hadn't slept in months, eaten in years. those burn scars, tired eyes.. she just looked on searching for words. 'hey' was all that came till a minute later 'lets walk?' and he walked away..

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Life has its own mysterious ways of unravelling events.. a full circle of almost 5 years and i head back to the city Mumbai calling me.. A new chapter thus begins Life @ Accenture

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uski har baat chehre pe muskan lati uski aankhen kya kuch keh jaati jaise kisi aur duniya se wo aaya ek nayi zindagi ka roop dikha gaya uska khayal dil se na jaye ye madhoshi mujhe sataye Kyun hota hai aise jaanu na Ki is tarah koi dil ko chhu jaye उसकी हर बात चेहरे पे मुस्कान लाती उसकी आँखें क्या कुछ कह जाती जैसे किसी और दुनिया से वह आया एक नयी ज़िन्दगी का रूप दिखा गया उसका ख्याल दिल से न जाये

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To think you know something that you'd bet on it.. just to be proven wrong and slammed to the floor and then to feel you can't figure things out as to what they really mean as against what they seem to be- for better or worse?

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Which of these makes you feel better?Someone doing something speical for you.. ORYou doing something special for someone ?C'mon.. time to be honest.

AJnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626002.post-25212439394748672982009-10-20T03:42:00.002+05:302009-10-20T03:56:52.400+05:30

What is love?The question that mystifies even the brighest minds.It is a feeling. Correct. Not necessarily between humans. Correct.But what is it? When do you call something love? There's a love between a child and his parents, between 2 siblings,between 2 friends whether they are of same sex or different, and there is love for companionship.. There is also a love for animals, objects etc but

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Been away from the world too long..Too many questions, too many people to answer..God sent friends to support through tough times..One mind to strengthen..One life to make worth living..One heart to make happy..yes, the hibernation will end for good. soon..

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When I feel like I'm forgetting who I am I open the link to my own blog. The colours of its template, the floral design, the variety of topics, the various moods reflected in the writings.. all reflect me. It makes me smile. In a view to write about people who matter most to me, at the one place on the internet that matters most, here's an entry that I wrote couple weeks back..Someone i call '

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Just another song that I liked..Its called 'The Call' from Chronicles of Narnia. Enjoy..It started out as a feelingWhich then grew into a hopeWhich then turned into a quiet thoughtWhich then turned into a quiet wordAnd then that word grew louder and louder'Til it was a battle cryI'll come backWhen you call meNo need to say goodbyeJust because everything's changingDoesn't mean it's never been this

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"Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself."Lines from a book.. But so trueNo wonder its absence that makes the heart grow fonder. It was the Roman poet Sextus

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wait.. intezar..yeah something i'd been intending to write on almost 3 years now except that now i have found a new dimension to it. earlier it was about waiting for car pool or just turning up in time for something and waiting for others, calling up people to know their whereabouts.. wait for movies, for hols.. and now its about admission waitlists! think i have made a record this year! lotsa

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If you don’t want to be ill......Speak your feelings.Emotions and feelings that are hidden, repressed, end in illnesses as: gastritis, ulcer, lumbar pains, spinal. With time, the repression of the feelings degenerates to the cancer. Then, we go to a confidante, to share our intimacy, ours "secret", our errors! The dialogue, the speech, the word, is a powerful remedy and an excellent therapy! ..

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An article from TOI:Try to install love in the folder of your heart...it's really notthat difficult!Tech Support: Yes, how can I help you?Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?Tech Support : Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?Customer : Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready, as long as you walk me

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Its really funny the way things happen. Funnier still is the part that doesn't even let you laugh. Well folks, thats the way life works.The range of emotional highs and lows a person is capable of experiencing - its probably more than the range of cellphones available in the market and maybe even tougher to distinguish one point from another. Everyone wants to be happy - an emotion that spans

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We're supposed to have five different senses.. to see to hear to smell to taste and to touchfirst two must be the most commonly used ones. the rest are rarely properly utilized.. the enormous variety of fragrances that exist in daily life- when u wake up and open the window, or come out of a shower, or just step into the kitchen while something is being cooked.. to just sniff what we eat everyday

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There's so much to say. Been writing my blog in my mind for past one month. Every single day brings along a story to be written yet this page seems desolate. Wonder when things will change.

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Intriguing it is how friends suddenly stop talking and don't talk for really long and then suddenly talk as if they'd talked just the day before.. i guess thats what friends are for. they talk for hours about anything and everything and even though they're not physically around, even though they might not be able to talk to you for some time.. in the end you know they'll be there..or so I hope.--

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The flowers finally coming out.. yay! its summers!

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Well I'm really bored even though there's a lot to do. So just picked up a random tag on a blog i passed. Here goes..1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it .got one below my left eye brow.. thanks to the edge of my car door2. What does your phone look like?a black beauty3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?clock, paintings, butterflies, a birthday card4. What is your current

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I write what I saw..The twittering, the chirping, the cawing- most amazing sounds of the world.The rustling leaves, the swaying treesThe cooing of a bird makes me wish I knew its nameThe mild summer sun at the horizonWarm and smiling, bidding good byeThe breeze gently lifts the hair from my forehead.. brings the sweet smell of the earthThe greens, browns, yellows and bluescome together for such a

AJnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626002.post-68267272128842427702008-03-10T13:50:00.002+05:302008-03-10T14:03:12.554+05:30

What secret lies beneath those red folds?What do the red wraps hold?Defining beauty, perfection, love, passion,they intoxicate with their mystifying redhere it stands tall and greenas it has always beenwith a leaf and thorns unshedthe alluring sweet scent..drawing me to its coreto experience and unearth what lies beyond the shore..

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My first hostel roomThe JUIT campus:JUIT mall road :Shimla:

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Few hours to go before I leave my city to visit a new place.. Waknaghat!(lies between shimla and solan)Train journey with so many friends, a stay at a hill station, new campus and new people and most importantly, a purpose unparalleled.Excitement nervousness elation jitters and even the butterflies ... a plethora of emotions one can say. Hell lot of packing in process-- its a long 6 day trip

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There's something different, something endearing about the winter sun. Like a ray of hope in the middle of darkness. Doesn't appear too often but when it does, the warmth simply fills the heart. It comes to greet us just to remind that hey.. I'm not that far!To sit in a garden on a chilly day with a beam of sunlight shining on your back, even few minutes make the rest of the day worth it. I

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A bench.A boy. A girl.A candle on a candle stand.Chinese dinner under the starry skies..Cool breeze and moonlight..

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The words are flooding in.. the soul seems to have got a new life. The one hour it just drank in the surroundings and listened to the heart. Pure Bliss. Powered by ScribeFire.

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bhajans on the tune of the latest bollywood chartbustera room with lights and fans switched on for the ghosts that haunt ita person who can't keep his wordclothes strewn around carelesslyan unmanaged unplanned eventmisuse of trustwindows system when it refuses to work!traffic jamsSUV drivers who can't bear to see a smaller car ahead of themTruck drivers who think they drive a bike, trying to butt

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There I go again.. yet another question! Ironically it seems I keep popping these mindless questions to myself, avoiding any third person of the trouble of spending their precious time, utilising the available resources and answer me. But no.. I choose to run them in my mind at an infinite loop forever. These processes are like TSrs in my mind.. They reside forever!!!!They're not completely

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An ancient church the pretty young girls with flowers in hand flowers all around the snow that fell softly from the heavens to bless the occasion.. men in black tux, a tear at the corner of the old man as she walks in, an angel in white with a halo around her head. the sparkling eyes glistening with love for the man who stood at the end of the aisle looking charming as ever as he held out his

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"Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply s loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not in the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself."Lines picked up from my current read...

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Words of wisdom by a great man:" Chocolate is unhealthy.. It makes you very VERY healthy...."

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"Things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it."Something very obvious yet very simply stated in the book I'm currently reading - 'The Life of Pi'.

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However selfish it may sound, it should be the rule of life. To love one's self. Truly.What is the ultimate aim in life? To be happyYet, if the question "Are you happy?" is asked, only a rare few might reluctantly reply in the affirmative. The reason being our stupid thinking. Caught in the hustle bustle of life, to earn more, score a higher grade, get a better job, have better looks, a newer

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Questions.. somethings that keep the mind working. Supposed to keep us sane but often turn us insane. Does every question hve an answer? Lucky are those questions that have a definite answer, worst are those that have binary options- yes or no, leaving the person with a tough call to make. Two extremes to choose from. And what about those questions which you know the answer to but can never

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JUNE '06:It was love at first sight.. And I had to insist till dad finally gave in and it was mine on June 28th.May'07:My companion for nearly 11 months now, You can't miss the look in my eyes when I call it mine! A long journey it has been since then.. 10,000 kilometers..Cheers to my ALTO !!

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She's the one, the superwoman, the first love of every kid,the one a child could call for if he's in trouble..She wakes up at 5 to wake you up at 5.30 to get ready for school in time.Ensures a healthy lunch packed, school uniform neatly ironed and laid out, runs after you with a glass of milk every morning while you're getting ready only to find out that you left the last sip at the bottom of

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No smile is as beautiful as the one that struggles through tears...

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Every single day I log in, open the link that allows me to create a new post for my blog and sit staring blankly at the screen in front of me. I knew what I wanted to write but as if in a flash its all gone!Oh God! Why??There are infinite things to write about, both stupid and worthwhile. Yet while I can almost write it up in my mind while driving back home or walking through the college campus,

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8 years of celebration, joy, tears, fights, misunderstandings, hard work, late night conversations, b'day treats, councelling sessions, freaky incidents, secrets, plans, movies and lunches and cups of coffee....Yes, the date is one that I can never forget. 8 years of wonderful memories of a bond that continues to grow with each day in spite of the distances...Cheers guys! This is OUR day!For the

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Something gives you a real high, sense of well-being. Something you'd call your passion. For me its the truest dance form- Kathak.Been a student since grade I, desire to excel in academics made me break away from it in 10th. Yet couldn't stop my feet each time I saw Madhuri dancing to the tunes of Devdas, couldn't stop criticizing when someone performing on stage just didn't do it right. After a

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A new chapter of life has begun And I'm all smiles.. :)

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Luck vs AbilityWho is the most likely winner?LUCKJiski kismat chamakti hai..wahi baazi maar leti haiWhen we were born, did anyone tell us life would be fair??Perhaps after the Times food guide..style guide..we'll now have a life guide!!What is fair??To pay 300 bucks for a pizza at Pizza Hut that wouldn't cost you more than thirty otherwise??To waste time online even though you know you haven't

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So close no matter how farCouldn't be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areAnd nothing else mattersNever opened myself this wayLife is ours, we live it our wayAll these words I don't just sayAnd nothing else mattersTrust I seek and I find in youEvery day for us something newOpen mind for a different viewAnd nothing else mattersNever cared for what they sayNever cared for games they

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Times change.And with time people change.Its not that they become into different human beings, the basic thought process is retained but it’s the mind that is put to test. If the mind is strong enough it makes a person stand by what he believes in, his basic attitude towards life and responses to situations remain same. However under the influence of others it can be molded- molded to suit the

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कमाल हो गया !!!वाह वाहअदभूत...अब तो अपनी भाषा में ही लिखा जा सकता है ॥SIMPLY TOO COOL!!

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Space, rather to be specific, open space is something I can't live without. Won't call myself claustrophobic yet unless I spend time beyond the confines of four walls, I just can't get myself started. Perhaps for that reason my room seems to be the only one that can be called empty.A bed, computer table and sofa occupy 3 adjacent walls with a wide space in between. And the most important element

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What is it with people who have nothing better to do than simply stare for no reason at others who pass by. Most would feel that one shouldn't object to such a means of passing time , after all, its a free country, you can do what you want. But the end result is that you succeed in making others around you uncomfortable. While this can be an intention of some, but in most cases its just an

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"Like every year this day reminds us of our life a year shorter yet celebrations are on the cards..."And yes, we celebrate this day.. all 24 hours - 1440 minutes - 86400 seconds.A memorable celebration - two years in the running (hardly got a chance during school due to final exams). The surprises just keep on getting better ever year and so does my grin. With a room adorned with flowers in every

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Summer is the season that lasts longest in Delhi and Delhi summers are definitely EXTREME!Amidst all the heat and sweat all the time, the cries for "paani", the demands for paani.. and the long queues or rather 'crowd' near the water coolers were too frequent.So here we come to a rather important part of school - the one spot that was the source of information, gossip etc.. the WATER COOLER!We

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There are so many things one wishes to talk about. Things that often stay hidden i one corner of your mind, not forgotten but existing in the subconscious form. Things that one doesn't want to remember even if both bitter and sweet memories are associated with them. Things that they don't want to be in public even though at one time the fact that they were in public was what depressed you like

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Liking something or having a keen interest in something is good but when it reaches to a level from where there seems to be no point of return? Or maybe what if you ted to have it for some unusual things?Knows people obsessed, as in, TOTALLY into cars, gaming, movies, chocolates, cell phones. Instant messengers are yet another examples of stuff tat get people hooked on for long. Another being

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13th February 20071830 hrsHe stood at the top of the staircase. Eyes fixed on the silhouette that hurried down, clutching a bag. A girl he'd known for a long time. Someone he loved to be around. Someone she called as her "friend". But was that it? Just a friend?? What of those moments her pretty eyes had seemed to say so much more? What of the fact that he could no longer disguise his feelings

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A scene from KKHH** The Neelam Show **A game in which a person has to come up with the first thing that comes to their mind when given with a specific word. eg SKY- BLUE!!The girl watching this show tries it on her dad (dearest SRK of course!) in an attempt to get the name of his college buddy "Anjali Sharma" (Kajol) which she succeeds in.Bottomline: We all tend to associate certain things with

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Strange things, incidents, facts we tend to remember.But can never probably remember mathematic formulae,theorem , chemical equations etc..I remember my favourite Maths teacher in class 5 at Carmel- Ms. Williams, the "cruel" yoga teacher disliked by all, the cute Bengali chubby music teacher who wore round specs and the only male teacher who was fit the perfect TDH description..sigh!The first day

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According to Wikipedia, Telepathy is defined in parapsychology as the paranormal acquisition of information concerning the thoughts, feelings or activity of another person.A typical definition of some sort but in simple words I'd call it a phenomena where by one can communicate without any verbal or visual aids. Without uttering a syllable,not even the twitch of the lip or a raised eyebrow is

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Mere presence, existence has an effect. Words aren't enough to express the untouchable touch of someone close by, you can just sense it. Her faith made me believe in Him and miracles.Her silence taught me more than I could ask for.Her voice that said "aanchii.." still echoes.Each moment. Each second. A memory to cherish forever..The silence rings louder than everMy self trying to break

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"Tadpaye tarsaye re... saari raat jagaye re.."AAAhh!! Sounds like something out of a C grade movie!But really, winters have REALLY proved themselves this time.. after many years. A cup of hot coffee regained its top position in people's list of priorities, early morning fog was dreaded horribly and not to forget, it was a true lohri. For those who think its too cold.. oh c'mon.. what are delhi

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Nayi raahein.. nayi manzilein pukareaa.. phir jee leChhod de woh darr.. woh khauffsir utha ke jee lePhir chal ek nayi orapne kadam na dagmagaanjaam ki parwaah na karseedhe hi chalti jaaRaah mein teri milenge dostdushman bhi denge tere saathkoi ho na ho har kadamPhir bhi yeh sochHogi jeet teri hi ant meinBas hausla tu badhaye jaa..

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Nobody wishes to be left alone. They say that Man is a social animal and seeks company.. even Tom Hanks had 'Wilson' when he was stranded on a remote island in 'Cast Away'. Yet there's something very basically wrong in the whole concept. Yes, it is a punishment for Man to be in solitary confinement, against his social nature. But there's a wide difference in the 2 terms we tend to confuse-

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What is it that touches your soul??It could be a melody playing far off.. reminding you of the days gone by, the aroma of food your mum just cooked in the kitchen for you, a tirade of questions from someone you've missed too long, a quiet lunch with no worries of the world, a carefree stroll in the nearby park with the mind embracing the wind that blows,a poem someone rote for you, an apology

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Celebration means...... A winter evening.Four friends.One barsaat.Four glasses of chai. (OR) Hundred bucks of gas.A rusty old bike.And an open road. (OR) Maggi noodles.A hostel room.4.25 a.m. (OR) 3 old friends.3 separate cities.3 coffee mugs.1 internet messenger. (OR) Rain on a hot tin roof.Pakoras deep-frying.Neighbours dropping in.A party. (OR) You and mom.A summer night.A bottle of coconut

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Time for a story..A story about 2 girls- A and D. While D was the most popular person in class, A was just a new girl.. who would've been lost in this new alien world had it not been for D- the first person she talked to- the one who held her hand and showed her what it was like being in that new wonderful world. Initially D was forced to do it, by others around her, and so she didn't really like

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The tag mafia is back! Having written loads about myself in previous tags(as the links in the sidebar indicate) here's another one. And this time all thanks to Mr. Varenya. So..here goes.. 25 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFOE I DIE.... 1. Travel alone 2. Have a pet 3. Learn to play the drums 4. Travel all around India n world 5. Live/Study/Work in MUMBAI 6. Ride a bike 7. Learn a language and

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In the middle of an exam ,with nothing to do , I stare into the empty space, wondering how to spend yet another hour. Last year I had a track record of NOT sitting through the entire duration of ANY exam.. always among the first ones to leave the exam hall. This time too I'd wanted the trend to continue but you see, being the FIRST one to submit my paper doesn't really go with the image!! (;))

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A tree whose bark greeted me every time I stepped out of my room in Kesar Bhawan Palace, Mount Abu. Its rather interesting to see how the tree has grown tall, within the constraints of its surroundings, unperturbed and oblivious of the walls that almost touch it midway..Yes, it breaks through the surface, not just once, but rather thrice!

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"You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the sky, that is why you must sing and dance, write poems, and suffer, for all that is life..."An update thanks to Varenya..Got a lot of unfinished drafts .. some random thoughts.Filled with them yet cannot put them in words. Maybe an update this week. Trying to catch up

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Found just the perfect song.. from the great movie Zubeidaa..Main albeli, ghoomoon akeli, koi paheli hoon main Pagli hawaaye mujhe jaha bhi le jaayeIn hawaaon ki saheli hoon main Hirni hoon ban mein, kali gulshan mein Shabnam kabhi hoon main,Shyaam aur savere, sau rang mere Main bhi nahin jaanoon aakhir hoon main kya..........Mere hisse mein aayi hain kaisi betaabiya Mera dil ghabraata hai main

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Aankhon hi aankhon mein ishaara ho gaya..Baith baith jeene ka sahaara ho gaya......Once again I pick out lines from a song to start my thoughts. Some songs seem to simply echo my thoughts so well that I just can't resist from putting them here..however cliche they may be!What is it in the eyes that they truly reflect your heart or even your mind??There's so much that can be done..Try looking at

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A typical diary entry kinda post..almost a month after the last one..seems like either I've been too busy or my internet's not been working. Actually none of these.Just didn't have any stuff to write.I'll start with the beginning of this month.. that somehow resulted in lotsa profiles at ORKUT being named after the great song.."Wake me up when September ends..".As soon as my minor exams finished

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My ImmortalA wonderful song by Evanescence..I'm so tired of being hereSuppressed by all my childish fearsAnd if you have to leaveI wish that you would just leave'Cause your presence still lingers hereAnd it won't leave me aloneThese wounds won't seem to healThis pain is just too realThere's just too much that time cannot eraseWhen you cried I'd wipe away all of your tearsWhen you'd scream I'd

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Nothing original this time.. my mind is on stand-by mode right now. But this piece of work that I got through sms has been psyching it out for past many hours. Try it:Kyun apno ke liye apne ehsaas ko chhupana padta hai??Kyun rote hue bhi hasna padta hai??Kyun marte hue bhi kisi ke liye jeena padta hai??Kyun apno ka pyaar hote hui bhi pyaar ko dhundna padta hai??Kyun kuch bolte hue bhi kuch

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We might be living in a city... in the capital city of a country that is on its way towards becoming a developed nation(kehne mein kya jaata hai ;) ) yet some basic elements still remind us that we are essentially rural in character. The cattle seems to occupy more of space available on the roads than people!At times one really wonders if they even have proper shelters for them somewhere or are

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I have been keeping myself away from blogger recently and that explains the falling frequency of blog updates, not that it really makes a difference to the world!Before I begin my ramblings about yet another serious topic, let me warn those who were hoping for a cheerful post. DO NOT READ FURTHER..YOU ARE JUST WASTING YOUR TIME!Now I'll come to the point- the ultimate truth that superimposes

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Jab main chhota bachha tha..badi shararat karta tha..meri chori pakdi jaati..KIDS!! Or as people call aafat ki pudiya. No wonder they're so adorable. They might be annoying at times, cranky, troublesome, too loud or even too quiet that you wonder if they can even see you!, or even a pain in *** but no wonder they manage to strike a chord in our heart. Everything about being a child sounds so

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningThe famous poem by Robert Frost.Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village, though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it's queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there's

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I can't imagine I'm ACTUALLY writing this but really, I wouldn't be ashamed to deny the fact that in today's math.. The Germans were a far better team than Portugal.The match was interesting.. and somehow the presence of Kahn on the ground made me shift my focus to Germany eventually. He was like a wall... like a raging bull with locked horns to stop anything from passing through the line. Maybe

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You're on a holiday somewhere with your family and you return late to your hotel room which is basically near a garden. You left your hand bag open..at the corner table and you can see the edge of a bestseller novel peeping out. You turn to take it out for bed side reading.. and suddenly the sight of a tiny brownish tail makes your eyes pop out!! damn! Its a lizard!! INSIDE YOUR BAG!! Treading

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On lonely nightsBeneath starry skiesShe thinks of himBy her window side...They think she's crazyTo lie in waitFor the man of her dreamsEach passing day..But she knows that one dayNo matter how farHer prince will comeAnd take her away..far away......

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A week ago I visited a sacred place for Jains that is around 300 kms from Delhi. Its a village in Rajasthan near Hindaun, called Shri Mahavir Ji. Just a 2 day annual trip for complete peace of mind and soul which is usually quite the same everytime turned out to be rather eventful this time.The series of events shall be described and trust me..they're TRUE!Having planned to leave at 6 am in the

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19th May,2006:9.15am: Reached college and walked all the way inside with my head bent over a book!9.55am: Last minute cramming.. (he bhagwan! bas kuch bhi yaad rahe!)10.05am: Confusion reigns inside examination hall and all first years kicked out because of discrepancy in seating arrangement (Arre.. qs paper to de deti...)10.15am: Finally get the question paper amidst cries of "we want extra

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Aaj phir kisika chehra aankhon me basa rahta haiAaj phir kisi ke baare mein sochke ye dil muskurata haiAaj phir koi geet gunguna ko jee chahta haiBahein phailakar mann bharke nachne ko mann karta haiAaj phir kisi ke liye sajne ka man karta haiUske ek nazar ke liye meelon chalne ka bhi mann karta haiAaj phir kisi ke liye, kuch khaas karne ki tamanaa haiKisi ki khushi ke liye ksi bhi hadd tak jaane

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Perhaps a time will come when our mind would act like a mini computer...Wouldn't it be so much easier if we could just connect the brain to our PC like a USB device, and make whatever changes we require.Just a click, and one can erase all past memories, easily load new stuff , run a virus scan for malicious activities..and hey presto! you got the thing running in no time and with no hassles!A

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