tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363486202012-02-17T00:44:52.146+05:30<B><i>THE WORLD AS I SEE IT</b></i>. It is my perspective of the world, my opinion like it well and good... hate it go get ur own blog...falconhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273184008012524374noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36348620.post-71355431120821156532012-01-18T04:26:00.006+05:302012-01-18T06:56:58.286+05:30

Perhaps we had a fight... and in the eerie silence ...that I always dread... I lay down beside you ... snugged beside you...I don't know when I fall asleep...you are sleeping too... You come to my dreams....dressed all white ..in a white jacket... you appear real..more real than the reality itself... and then I see some ghost behind you... white ghosts that have eaten our relationship like

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Continued from Part1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4"Disappointed " ... Disappointed he was that it had become dark... Disappointed he was that he had to return home... Disappointed he was that he was still alive... and disappointed he was, when he walked back in the dark, on that day...She spoke a lot that day... She said anything and everything...and he loved her lips when she animatedly spoke "

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falcon eyes: Heart acheI dedicate this poem to my sweet would-be wife I burn my eyes in the lantern oilTo vent out the fire that makes my heart toilI thank for being a human and not apeScribbling ink on paper is my only escapePutting a mask over a capeI shut my cries with a tapeI run distances and jog for milesFor you my love, I long for your smilesI am hurt and I too feel painWhen I see my

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Continued from Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3From that day onwards, he created a wall around himself... It was not a wall but a fort... a fort that no one could breach to reach him... and shut him up in his self-constructed cocoon of misery. On the outside he was just normal or rather too normal – Just like the millions who were running in the rat race to become successful.But he had changed... but to

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In a bus,I look out of the windows,into a valleywhere the paddy grows.Dusky clouds glide across the sky,kissing the hills standing high.A kiss of passion, a kiss of lovethe kiss so tender and pure as dove. It looks so beautiful,it looks so greenwith a river flowing bycalm and serene.Sitting on the bankwatches the good old treecattle grazing nearbylazy and free.I see no human butthere are few

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It's 08:32hrs I haven't slept even a bit. I was working on my report. It's already past the deadline and the report is nowhere near completion. You see that's the problem with 100% original work.Can you believe it I am reading the annual report of the company for the first time!!! Yes I am reading and trying to make a sense out of it and heck it is in PDF format with all types of lock, can't

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It has been two years, eleven months and 20 days now...

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Continued from Part 1 ....She had walked out of the eight year old relationship in less than eight seconds... How could she have done this?... Didn't she care about him at all? Was it so easy? She wasn't the type that would just change boyfriends at a drop of hat... God she cared about him a lot...Then why did she change? Did she change in those last 8 months when he was on his first sail. After

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Hi all, I originally planned to write this as a comment on Sakhi's Blog in response to her Story Dream Girl. I am just going to paste the text here as I think it is too long for a comment! I have thought of an ending but I do not promise to post it as I am too lazy..so read at your own risk! Sorry Sakhi for lifting the idea without permission. I can remove the post if you want itAnd so after

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So here I am, writing a post about something about which I have absolutely no idea. I don't know how it will turn out - But who Cares!You do!!! Just a moment Sir, - alright I admit I would like it to be a mam albeit a 36-24-36 type but I as well as you do that such species are extinct from my blog as well as my life :( . Common Dude, If It were there, do you think there could be any reason to

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Somewhere between 2001 to 2002 I came across works of Sigmund Freud & Carl Jung especially their works regarding paranormal and dreams. The books that I read, made an impression that Jung work was more refined, coherent and relevant than that of Freud. Later on my limited readings on Psychology made me more aligned towards Abraham Maslow and behavioural psychology and led me believe that Freud

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Hey Gal,I know this post comes a day late but you seriously didn't think that I forgot. I just want to say that wherever you are, be happy and yeah I still miss you - every single day. Alright, you knew it so what? Shut up and listen to me...You know something, I am eating "halwa" right now and you aren't going to get any... so stop looking down from the sky. Bitch that innocent eyes aren't gonna

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Dear Mam,I was your student in STD 1 in 1991...All these years I had thought what am I going to say to you when I can contact you.. I waited years..and years... for the right time ...And though it is still a little early... but I find I have no words...I just want to say thank you.You may not realized but in all my life... but I have never tried to work as hard as I did when I was your student...

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Uthai jab kalam to Kalam heen shabd de gayaNaam jo likha unkaNaam heen sargam ho gayaJuhki jo palken unki toBhaura kamal mein heen chup gayaUthai jo nazareein unhone toKhud ba khud savera ho gayaMuskuraye jab woh to Kaliyon ka khilna ho gayaKesh jo lehraye unkeBadlo ka ghirna ho gayaGungunaya jo geet unhone Who geet koyal ka ho gayaSparsh kiya jo unhone vrikch koWoh vrikch chandan ka ho

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Well, I don't know what I want these days... It's like running a rat race!!! And while some say i have just become lazy these days ... it's just that I don't feel motivated or interested in anything, NOT EVEN PORN. I feel like something is missing, something... Something that I cannot put my finger on it.Superficially I am cool, too cool or rather casual for everyone but then it's just that I

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Bas Ek KhayalMujhe na maloom ki kya baat ho gayiNa jaane hum se kya khata ho gayiTere intezaar mein intezaar bhi so gayiNa jaane kab tu kahan kho gayiDin gaye aur mausam bhi badal gayeDekhte heen dekhte saal bhi guzar gayeWaqt ke tufaan mein hum yoon simat ke reh gayeKi kehne wale keh gayeki hum bhi bilkul badal gayeKhud haath se teri tasveer jala karHar nishani ko khak mein dafna karAur is dil

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Dil baat hum dil mein daba ke rakhte hain... Hum Uff bhi karenge to woh badnaam ho jayegi Akele!!!Na raat thi na din ka samay thaAst suraj ke kiranon ka jai thaNa grih na path par main thaMadhushala ke bheed mein main thaNa shatruon na doston mein main tha,Anjaan chehron mein akela sa main thaNa shrota na vakta mein main thaUn ankahe ahsasoon mein main thaNa jaga na soya hua thaNa

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Fourth Engineer Ajatshatru, walked out of the cafe door and heaved a sigh. He searched his pocket and found a cigarette,lighted it. The sun shone on his face. His Gold Chain glittered in the sun. He was tall, fair handsome with a chiseled body and jet black cropped hair. His face radiated an aura, he was looking exceptionally smart in his all white navy uniform. He had a face of a Greek God

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KyonAghaz-e-tarab mein yoon muskurata hoon mainAkele galiyaron main kyon gungunata hoon meinDewaaron se aaj kal mein fir hale dil sunata hoon mainMehfilon mein akela sa kyon khud ko pata hoon mainChand ko mein kyon ghazalein sunata hoon mainBadalon ki kasak ko kyon sun pata hoon mainDariyaa ki liakat koab samjh pata hoon mainFalak mein udta huakyon khud ko pata hoon mainJaam mein ab nasha kyon

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Happy Birthday Luc!!!It has been two years but I still miss you baby. You know, you always gave me strength. You know, you were my best friend. And did I tell you, you were beautiful!!!Oh I did! Wherever you are just stay happy. Miss You very much. Once again A very happy birthday!!!

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The time has come for the Acid test of my blog!!! Dear readers,this is the first time I am referring you all as "Dear", so don't you think you should return the favour. Even if you don't, just do it !!!A close friend of mine is carrying out an survey and he needs 1500 responses so please take out two minutes of your time and fill it up. As it is I know you are sitting idle, why else would you be

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With elections around the corner, speculations are high. There are those who say that the next government would be of UPA or rather UPA should form the government, while other place their bet on NDA or wish that NDA should come to power. I being a good for nothing citizen, just silently ask myself a question....Why is that nobody says OUR government will be formed. Why is the government formed of

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I admit I am unable to understand finance... And I know I can never understand finance. How can I? I am not able manage my own finances, how can I even think of knowing about the finances of companies.And regarding investment ... the less said the better. I have almost invested 33% of my current life hoping that I would get return... [Read: the girl would return my love... :'( ] But till now the

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September 5 My dear Asha,This letter is just a formality as your mother has commanded. Still as I am compelled to address you I have picked up my pen, ofcourse this little instrument + this paper is presented by your Mom, just for your sake. You will be surprised that after handing these weapons to me she is busy and gobbling her meal with your Aunt and I being a silent spectator, is forced to

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You think it's funnyOh Boy, it's not all that sunnyThe tears don't come out of my eyesAnd I always stifle my hoarse criesI see my efforts go vainAnd I do feel painAll hopes gone for a tossAnd doors marked with red crossNo matter how hard I tryMy dream are still gonna dieThe tears don't come from my eyesAnd I have stifled my hoarse criesI am tired of putting a strong faceI am sick of this stupid

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Crash!!!!His Fall seemed to be like an eternity... The white background, and the sun.... thud!!!Is this heaven?... One doesn't feel cold in heaven...he thought as he slowly gained his senses... Why is it so dark? Have I lost my vision? How can I be alive? .... It must have been the rope... He was grateful that he had taken all the precaution... but where are my teammates?, his thoughts continued

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"Monday was fine and I was on a highOh you thrilled meI should be alright but Friday I died when you killed meYou're bringing me down to my knees,Becoz I love You I love you so oh oh..." -Roxette There was a time when young maiden dreamt about those "knights in the shining armour". What made those maiden dream of them? Because they were not only brave but also chivalrous. As time changed, those

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About three to four years I received a mail from a birthday alarm link from a gal. I ignored it and surprisingly she was offended! Now, that damn link has come to haunt me again. My inbox is cluttered with more than twenty such links asking me to fill in my birthday details so that they could be notified that it's my birthday!!!Thanks but no thanks!!! I am frustrated with the whole birthday shit.

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Alright man! This is not personal .. this is not grumbling.. This is simple case of disappointment...Now I know nobody reads this blog and those who read it .. may take it personal.. and may think me as a sissy! I give a damn... After all I am more or less anonymous..Crap man! My humour has gone sour.. Damn man it is crap...Ok I'll make it simple.. I am tired, exhausted , after a days work and

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I apologize to my readers (ie if there are any ) for being inconsistent on my blog. I am indeed very sorry and as a compensation I have written a very long, short story. Thanking you in advance for having the patience to go through it. When you are finished you are most welcome to hurl abuses at me at the comment section. ;)"Get up!You Lazy bone.It's 11:00", a voice called." Damn man! " said a

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And I miss you.... like the deserts miss the rain.... Everyday I curse, about the workload and long for some rest and yet in the night ... when I hit the bed the sleep evades me... and I pray for some work just to banish you from my mind. ... In desperation I light a cigarette and move to the balcony for some fresh air... I see the stars through the smoke and sigh... What good is a cellphone when

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Alright, Ladies and and gentlemen Happy Friendship Day! Now, when the fucking formalities are over... Damn man "alliteration!" I am a God damn Fucking Genius!GDFGI think It must be very clear by now, that this is a total trash. (alliteration Again!). I am completely confused, careless chap. Man I should rename this post as another annoying alliteration.Complete crap!! I am speaking a blabbering

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This post is actually an old mail..and is here to prove that the blogger is not dead. TAKE A LOOK AT THIS PICTURE :WHAT DO YOU SEE?You saw a couple in an intimate pose, right?Interestingly, research has shown that young children cannot identify the intimate couplebecause they do not have prior memory associated with such a scenario.What they will see, however, is the nine dolphins in the picture!

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One of the most efficient ways of killing time, or should I say slaughtering time is to day dream. And it can be one of the most effective way of "leg pulling". So, when I met "Sid" on 8th probably for the last time since I am relocating, we had those "What If...?" rounds.In case you want a description of "Sid", I describe him in one sentence. His Girlfriend married his boyfriend. Anyways, Sid

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My cigarette intake has reduced in past several months, but I never promised to reduce it!!! May be I'll quit if I don't get my brand. Chetan Bhagat in his book said, "When bad things come to an end, good things also come to an end". Same words can be used to describe my feelings, today being my last day in Mumbai or rather Navi-Mumbai. I am relocating to a new place, though it is not some hill

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About five years ago I recieved an e-mail from a friend-acquantice that contained a beautiful poem. I reproduce it as follows: Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race,

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Child Psychologists say that a man who has got 20 years of formal education, has irrevocably lost or damaged 70% of his IQ. I have completed 18 years of formal education by 10 + 2 + 4 years (and 2 years in kinder garden) so I must have lost 63% of my IQ. Hence I no qualms in saying "Main panchvi pass se tej nahin hoon" ( I am not smarter than a 5th grade kid.) Having said that, I hope the readers

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Happy Birthday Gal

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I agree that this post on the speeches by the MNS chief Raj Thackeray has come quite late but I intended it to be delayed as my first response is quite impulsive and need not be of any wisdom. Now I do not claim that the post contains unquestioned knowledge, deep thinking or wisdom but obviously it would be less inflammatory, less impulsive which makes it worthy of a look.( mind you not read) The

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This is a hypothetical conversation that took place between the Railway Minister Laloo Prasad Yadav and the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS) Chief Raj Thackrey. Sorry, but unfortunately, english translation takes the sting out of the local dialects.Laloo (Thinking): E Raj bilkul hamri tarah hai. Khali ant shant bake jata hai.Laloo: Raj e kahe ka nautanki kar rahe ho. Bihari sab ko mar ke khali

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I could never really understand, what the term "Dog Training" is all about? Before, you dump this post as a usual crap that you think I dish out to you, a gentle reminder, I always bite then bark. I just don't want to show you, my teeth. However, on this occasion I choose to introduce myself.I have been training dogs since 1999. I have trained dogs that were 1st runner up in state dog show. I

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Man of Roma tagged me for this meme. I hate Poonam for tagging Man of Roma and the person who started this Meme concept. 1. Last movie you saw in a theater?Spiderwick Chronicles. Plz make necessary adjustments in the spellings.2. What book are you reading?Books. What's that? Potrait of an artist as a young man - James Joyace.(ie if you call carrying a book in your back pack as reading)3. Favorite

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Whoever said that a "a picture is worth thousand words" certainly had not heard of the phrase "all that glitters is not gold." I guess what I am trying to say is that sometimes, the pictures can be a sheer misinterpretation of a situation. Sometime it may be an optical illusion. And sometimes, it can just ask a hundred question. Well if not hundred then at least four!!! Take a look at this

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So all those who have been time and again asking me questions like, What is your problem? Why are you so irrational? Why can't you be more sensible? Why are you wasting your talent? Why are you not focused? Why do you behave in so stupid manner? Why can't you just act like others? Why can't you think in a normal way? Why do you pass such irrelevant remarks? And why do you ask dumb question which

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Well Plato said, "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet". Now, I don't know what Plato meant by poet, because I see a lot of people who write poems. So, I tried to write one, instead of my sarcasm ..for a change, almost. At best I can be called a rhymester and nothing more... So if you care to read the so called poem...All the best...I believed that the most mesmerizing thing washolding a

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April 4, 2008 06:21 A.M: I woke up . I had a bad dream. A sleep of less than two and a half hour usually does leave you tired and writing( and not typing) isn't exactly an activity I enjoy. May be I had a nice sleep in the afternoon or may be I have nothing else to do, so I choose to blabber.Almost a year ago, I posted "Sleepless Nights: My worst Nightmare". It was supposed to be a series of

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After many years, I looked up into the sky and felt the same calmness inside me that I felt years ago. I don't know whether any of it makes sense, or whether I do want to make sense but I just want to make sense but I just want to say, blabber, and I don't really care if you get it or not. I write for myself.Years ago, I used to look up into the sky and gaze into the stars. I never noticed any

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I visited this site to know about my death... and it's hell lot of fun. Ashish: At age 26 you will realize that you actually died three years earlier, and have been dreaming all the events since then. Boy that means I this is is the last year of my life... Now taking Poonam's advice I try to be optimist and let's look at the brighter side... I can now smoke without worrying about it's ill effect

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Before I begin this post one thing I want to make it absolutely clear and that is This is not a travel post!!!I had this opportunity to spend about five to six hours in Kolkata while waiting for my connecting train to and from Hyderabad. So, in all I spent about 12 hours over a period of two days. Hence, at best, this can be description of what little I saw of the city, and certainly not the

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Last year at this time, I was fevourishly working on Diaries... taking out paragraphs... changing and arranging dates and name for a post which didn't become exactly popular. This year, I did what I always wanted to do from several days... I slept! Alas I did it!!!Don't worry I slept alone and single. This month I have spent more time in train, travelling than rest of the job put together. No

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More than a decade ago someone gifted me a book "Miracles on Wheels" by Anatoly Markusha. Now this book was special as it was for all budding engineers, as the author puts it, and it was coming from someone who was a Test pilot for over 20 years; and was closely associated with the Russian space development program.However, what I learnt was not technical, it was a lesson of life. It was his

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I stood, I tried, I fought, I fell,I bled I lost, I broke, routed, shattered. I'll still smile.... It just didn't work I expected it to...I will rise... Someday...

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I still can't believe it happened and my family hid it from me for so long... I still expect her to bounce from nowhere. She was my best friend. We were best pals. We slept in the same bed. She was with me all the time. It seems like yesterday, she was there looking nervously from Mom's arm lean face, ears drooping and brown eyes. I still remember I overfed you with those cheese and almost

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Now, back home my mother offered me some sweets. Politely I refused. Small gesture! Isn't it?Unfortunately it wasn't so in my mother's view!It was "Besan Ka Ladoo"- my favourite! And the interrogation began...Mom: Are you OK?Me: yesMom: Toothache?Me: NoMom: Isn't it Good?Me: No. It's fine.Mom: Then why aren't you taking it? Surprised at my refusal since I have always had a sweet tooth!Me: I have

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Well all those who have stumbled upon my blog ... let me warn you there are hell lot of craps lined up but I have not posted up probably very soon but not today.. The other day I was wondering whether kids of today are really innocent that we expect them to be. I have seen such a lot of superficial comments that really makes me think that slowly but surely kids are being corrupted and becoming

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I took this test as I found it on poonam's blog ... Boy its true to a large extewnt..Is that you all feel about me. Your comments are appreciated. Take the testYou feel that everything is going against you and you are worn out and exhausted by all the conflict and quarrelling. You are trying to protect yourself but at the same time you are hiding your feelings, hoping that by so doing, you can

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This post has been jotted down from memory. I haven't done any recent research so I ask the readers to pardon me if I get my numbers wrong, it will always be near to the exact figure. I ask my editor to correct the figures should he have some spare time.While the second Gulf war, was a cake walk for the US until the capture of "Saddam Hussein". something was fishy about the entire episode which

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This is an old draft ....According to "Ramayana" when "Lord Ram "decided to attack "Lanka", he had one major difficulty-"How do I take my vast army across the great ocean?" He instructed his chief engineers "Nal" and "Neel" to construct a bridge across the ocean.They set out to do so, throwing rocks into the sea after writing "Ram" on each stone into the sea. And, lo the rocks floated! However,

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Last few weeks are weeks has been weeks of realization. I have realized a lot. It has helped me attain a certain level of enlightenment. I always say, “Knowing a fact and accepting THE fact are two different things”.The facts that I have accepted are:• Girls are stupid but they are not stupid enough to be seen with me!!!• Sarcasm is in my blood.• I can live without cigarette for more than 19 days

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IN RESPOSE TO THE RISHABH'S POSTFirst the facts:India’s population: 100 crore+Basic needs of man: Food, clothing and shelterNo. of Olympic gold medals: can be counted on fingers• Now how many people does it take to make a hockey/football team? 11. And how many people are there in a squad? 16. Now tell me how would you react if you know if you realize you are the 17th in a team? Disappointed???

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Here are some cheesy and romantic lines actually said by guys.I can give my life for her one genuine smile, all she has to do is ask for it!The last time I met her- She told me that she is sorry she couldn't get me a gift on my birthday but she came and that's THE BEST GIFT I have ever received.Boss, I cannot guarantee that I will keep her "VERY HAPPY" all the time but I can guarantee that SHE

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Now my boozing spree has made me a complete broke so don't expect any more of senti - senti post.I am back to my senses and back at my sarcastic best. Now philosophers and psychologists, say that sarcasm indicates Passive Resistance whatever that means!!! They even go a step ahead to claim that being sarcastic is a symbol to show that you don't respect your partner/peers, but as you know it these

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August 16, 2007 Shiv Sena decided to protest against the proposed SEZ and the land acquisition by Reliance. The previous night they started their preparation decorating every corner and lane by red flags, mind you this was still August 15.Led by Manohar Joshi the former chief minister of Maharashtra they demonstrated their protest on the D day in true "Gandhian Style". They followed the Gandhian

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Sixty years ago we won our freedom but we also lost a lot during our struggle. Let us take a moment out of our life to remember what we have lost and our struggle. I am not going to say anything, for the picture says it all. Here is an old mail from my mailbox that expresses it all..... some that was never said and some that was long forgotten.....Nehru and Gandhi at AICC meeting, July

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Direct Action Day: Calcutta, Aug.16, 1946.TRAIN TO PAKISTAN; India 1947. Trains packed with refugees - Hindus and Sikhs headed for India, and Muslims headed for Pakistan - were convenient targets for gangs of killers on both sides of the border. Inadequately protected 'Refugee Specials' were typically stopped, and the occupants butchered, several times in the course of the journey.The dead -

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A Library being divided at the time of partition. My heart trembles to see this sight and it is tough to imagine the state of the nation at the moment when people needed to hold hands. Ghandhiji Addressing people 1948: The news of Gandhi's assassination hits the streets. A stunned crowd gathers in Calcutta. 1948: Crowds in New Delhi wait for a glimpse of Gandhi's funeral procession.

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Lucy Mahi in playful mood with little bro Torque - the silent assassinIf there has to be photographs on my blog the first must be yours my friends. I remember when Lucy first came to my house in September 99, she was lean and thin and was on a hunger strike but she was happy. She ate for the first time in 3 days the moment she came to our room. She found a home and my family became

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"It's hard to fight impulsive desires whatever it wants it will take at the cost of soul" Once at a friend's party I got drunk. ("Now, when do I don't get drunk?",You ask.) For heaven sake, can you stop being cynical and hear me out!!! I staggered myself to "Samra", dragged him to kitchen and asked :"Dude, how many times do we have to shoot our Ego in love?"He smiled, one of his trademark smile

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" His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.He was baby Tuckoo.The Moocow came down the road where Betty Bayne lived: She sold lemon platt. O' the wild blossoms On the little green place He sang that song. That was his song. O, the green wothe botheth...Tralala lala,Tralala Tralaladdy,Tralala lala,Tralala lala. - James Joyace ( Potrait of an

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I am completely sloshed as I write this post ( i.e when I chose to write it on a piece of paper)but don't you worry I am not as thunk as drunk I am. I thought a hundred times before I chose to write this post (well actually It will be a series of three posts) but may be due to influence of alcohol I decided to go ahead. May be Nadira* won't like it but at least, I will have a reason, as what made

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There are few statements that leave you completely stumped, at other times you want to shoot eith3er yourself or the sayer. Here are some of those:1. I: "yaar, mere ko 3 assignment, 2 files, 4 test paper aur 9 experiment likhne hai" Sam: "ghabra mat yaar, mer pass (CD)writer hai na!!!"2. VP(Copying Hulk):"Now you are making me angry. You won't like me when I am angry." Sandy:"I don't like you

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A lot has already been sad about the president and the presidential election. A.P.J Abdul Kalam has been severely criticized both for his work during his tenure and over his desire to continue for the second term, but is this all fair???Well, it is democracy and everybody is entitled to have their own opinion, but burning effigies of the president and that two by two chief ministers is a bit

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This post is not a rip off from the track of "Salam Namaste". It is actually a comment on the Idiosyncrasies of Indians.Yesterday, I was watching TV thanks to the TV tuner card borrowed from Varun, and everywhere on the news channel flashed only one name actually two but I will come to that later. "Sunita"! "Sunita"!! "Sunita"!!!" Who the hell is this Sunita ?", I thought. "Must be some new

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"kaun kehta hai,ki cigarette sine ko jalati hai...ye to kambakht....sine ki aag hai jo is cigarette ko sulgati hai.."Well, this post couldn't have come at a better time (today being the world no tobacco day). A couple of months ago, I had the opportunity to visit the "Tata cancer research hospital" and there I saw a lot of horrifying things. To be honest, a visit to a hospital always gives me an

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I was flipping through "me" issue 18/Feb/07 a weekly/biweekly magazine by DNA. Suddenly, my eyes caught an article describing the plight of "Afghanistan women" during and post Taliban era on page 37. (I am mentioning the page no. as to make it clear that the article was on the right hand side page of the magazine.) As I read through the heavily worded a article which used

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Happy Holi !!!But tell me , did u see the lunar eclipse yesterday, the moon became red.. at around 4:40 am. It wasn't so spectacular or something but how often do you actually see a red moon?( mind you I am not talking about full moon) It was was once in a lifetime opportunity to see it and hope you did.Because sometime what you miss in life can never be gained again! And the hard part is we

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This is an awesome article that Hindustan times printed today. It is actually an anonymous letter... first published in the guardian. Thank you HT and The guardian I reproduce the letter as it is...A Letter to...... my wife whose lover I long to.....W e broke up just the once. I’ve never told you why, have I? It’s because I didn’t think I could spend the rest of my life having so

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"Broken and brokenagain on the sea, the moonso easily mends.Im gorging on icecream nreading haiku instead ofbeing at college.. must b dclement weather" 2-JUNE-2005 14:42:57Well, I wanted to write something for the valentine day (on 14th itself) and that does not include sarcasm. Unable to write something romantic, I was left with no option but to present excerpt from diary/ diaries. I have worked

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I was shocked and surprised to hear about the death of Ms. Anna Nicole Smith and even more surprised at the amount of media coverage given to the untimely death of Ms. Smith. Wasn't her death given excessive media coverage?Then, I realised, that Ms. Smith was no ordinary actor, she was much more than that, she was a celebrity, a star. What if she didn't even know "A" of acting, she was still a

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Enough has been written about Md. Afzal Guru and his trial that there is little left to write something new about it so, it is quite possible that my blog would just appear to be a paraphrase of what you people have already read. My knowledge about Md. Afzal has mostly come from the newspapers which started following quite late in the trials.What I fail to understand is the basis of "

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Come January 26th and the whole country is riding on the waves of patriotism. And why not? Aren't we patriotic? Every corner, every crossroad, every shop, and every car sports the TRICOLOUR- THE SYMBOL OF OUR SOVEREIGNTY. The spirit of a True Indian.And what on 27 th? Gone is the republic day and gone with it is our patriotism, and like True Indian we unceremoniously dump the national flag to the

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What an absurd topic! Isn’t it so? May be. But picture this…………You are walking down the road and out of nowhere the rain god decides to give you a shower and you are a good mile away from your destination. Sounds familiar? So what do you do?“ You run to the nearest shelter. Isn’t it obvious? You pain in the neck blogger! (Until and unless you are smitten by the love bug)”“Yeah, that’s right” but

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Though I must admit that I do not read blogs frequently, but some of the post that I have a read I find, the authors or the bloggers have the fascination and I might dare to say "obsession " with fancy words. And that’s where the problem lies… what they fail to understand that they are not taking GRE test. The whole point of language is to communicate ur ideas freely; if that fails ur entire work

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