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| Is work worshipped? |
| 2008-05-09 05:43:00 |
Work is ………worship???Wife and Mother: I work in office, return home exhausted, cook food for everyone, serve with a smiling face, encourage and support my husband for his work, help my children with their homework, teach them good lessons of life and make their future bright in the best possible way I can, its worship to me when I get a few smiles in return, some words of appreciation encouragement and love.Husband and Father: I work hard and long hours at office; I keep my wife and children happy, take them out even when I need rest, fulfill all their desires and wishes, its worship to me if they say appreciate me for working hard and respect me for what I give them instead of thinking what I can’t.Children: To me work is studying too hard, helping mom in her daily chores and pres...
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| War & Peace - A Perspective |
| 2008-04-30 03:32:00 |
War against you, Peace for me! We all agree that War is bullshit. It is something that can only cause more harm, more pain, and more destruction. We have spent aeons writing about peace. Yet, the world as it stands today is on the verge of many battles, many conflicts. The road to peace has been littered with the wastage of wars. So, what can one do to put a final full stop to this phenomenon? By writing such blogs and reading / appreciating poems of peace, are we even denting the prospects of another battle? Is a Mother Teresa or Gandhi or Martin Luther an answer to all wars? How many of those noble souls do we expect to walk by, to sacrifice all they’ve got to stop us from living the life of misery? After all, isn’t it my life, our life? Isn’t this too important to grant c...
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| I Am Not Against War. I Am For...... |
| 2008-04-29 03:41:00 |
“When you want something in life very genuinely, the whole universe conspires to help you achieve it.”That was Paulo Coelho in Alchemist.One of the modern theories gaining popularity of late is the law of attraction. (I do not know if it really is modern. For all you know, it could be one of those reinventions of the wheel.)The following is the law of attraction in a nutshell.Our thoughts decide what we are. We are today, whatever we are because of the thoughts we had yesterday. Our thoughts of today determine what we will be tomorrow.Everyone in this universe can get what they want. All they have to do is want it earnestly. And it will eventually come to them.That said, one should always think positive.Think about what you want and be sure that you will get it. And it will come to you...
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| Where does it hurt? |
| 2008-04-28 00:55:00 |
He : I have to go again.She: You were away a whole year.He : Will be gone for a year again.She: You know I tried. You do, right?He : Yes. If that makes you happy.She: It doesn't.I may never forgive myself.He : I would rather take a 100 bullets than hurt like this.She: Don't ever say that again. I am not worth it!He : Don't insult me by saying that.She: I am sorry.He : The Army's all I got. We are a selfless lot they say.Somethings not right though.Maybe because I killed Fathers, sons, husbands, lovers.... We sin for our fellowmen , hope they keep aside a part of their prayers for us.He : hah...I hate it when I wallow in self pity.Just that I don't want to fool myself anymore .Every time I convince myself that the war, the army,my country all of it... its bigger than all of us.Now,I have 5 ...
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| Brothers In Arms |
| 2008-04-26 23:39:00 |
[Based on the recent controversial tiff between Harbhajan and Sreesanth, which, has been blown out of proportion. Few lines on it, enjoy:]Sree got a smackFor his antics, from HarbhajanWho likes inviting trouble , he is in the knackBut no sweatEverything is sorted outBrothers in armsThey hug and kiss in dressing roomOn the field, venom is what they spoutThey made the TRPs soarNow everyone is gushing, wanting moreCricket has drama & tearsMove over daily soapsYou now have something to fearIPL is finally here....
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| The pity of war |
| 2008-04-13 15:25:00 |
My soul is dark and lonely,And I have a sullen mind.My lungs are dry with chalk,The charcoal of the land. My clothes are weeping dry,And I have but one last breath,My arms are weak with fatigue,Yet steady is my hand.My eyes stay strong with virtue,And my conscience rings of peace,My blood boils with anger,At the countenance of creed.My life flashes by me,And I remember not,My happiness or my loveBut the wars I have fought. My legs give way to fate,And my finger fires the gun,My quarry falls upon me,Somebody's teenage son.My head hits the groundAnd I hear a soft crack,My eyes whiten, then die,My little war is won.Fourteen days I lay there,Solemnly in peace,Until my friends came for me,One limb less for each.When I woke next morning,The radios chattered, TV's rattled,Our big war was won,Bli...
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| The Bottom Line |
| 2008-04-08 10:52:00 |
It is universally known and accepted that you can't just kill a human. It is sin to. But you can defend yourself. Self above other. So we put ourselves in uniforms and simultaneously point guns at each other - self defense! Humans just love loopholes. We claim to fight for justice and truth. But who are we kidding? My dears, in war, truth is the first casualty. There can be no winning a war. Sure, anger and violence are inherent to human nature. But what good is it to be human if you cannot even curb your impulses for the betterment of yourself and the world? Nothing is impossible. Tendencies are malleable. War is evitable. It just takes a lot of love. Love is tolerance. And tolerance can replace war. Fogive me if I sound too idealistic, but ultimately it is true:All we need is love....
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| Let The War Begin |
| 2008-04-03 18:45:00 |
The war continues. And we are all fighting in it. But against whom are we fighting? We are fighting against Medusa. Her face changes every time. Hunger, poverty, corruption, debauched politics, casteism, misbelieves. She grows another head as soon as we curb one of her ugly heads. But she is not undefeatable! And its time for a change. We need to fight her together. Cause often we forget that united we stand divided we fall. So let’s not awaken patriotism within us on the national holiday. Lets be a patriot on each and every day. Cause we are the soldiers of our country. The fate of our country lies in our hands. Those millions of unsung heroes of this land. So, let’s make a difference. Let’s fight for a cause. Let's fight for India....
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| A Sacrifice |
| 2008-04-02 11:52:00 |
The sky bore a purple haze.The dust forming a silt,a clot of blood and anonymity.The silence of the evening slowly descending with an apprehension ,it was not so silent that afternoon.He looked at the sky,his back resting on the ground crawling with the dead and the half dead.The evening sun gazed at the world beneath that looked even more red than its countenance,there was more fire on the battlefield than there was in its chest.With shaking hands,he took the wallet out from his pocket;opened the flap.But closed his eyes;for the first time his unbroken courage surrendered .He couldn't look into those eyes that spoke to him every time he looked into them."God,I never wanted to, but you made me...I have no prayers.Give her the strength.She is all yours now...""Sorry for the promise,that I c...
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| Only A Soldier |
| 2008-04-02 06:49:00 |
He goes at the dawnhe comes back at the last hint of duskHe fights to save youhe fights to save meBrave at heart,raring to goHe is the son of motherlandWho puts his nation firstAnd himself secondHe knows what is to be doneHe thrives under dangersHe is the man of many heartsWho faces his faith without a frownAt lastHe didn't come in the dawnhe did not come at duskHe fought , he foughtHe fought for usMade us winnersLost his lifedied with a smileBecauseHe was only a soldier~This poem is dedicated to all the soldiers who lay their lives protecting us~...
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| Red |
| 2008-04-01 10:44:00 |
Green, landOwnersBuried, riddenPeople, common people.En masseFighting against ThemAnd They are colored, with RedTakenGuns, shells and cartridges.Protests, false fragile forgotten protestsWhile we sleep with ourWindow curtains raisedCrimson robes everywhere,MonksBleeding in their colorTurning RedThe whole placeTanksRoads blockedBig achievementsAnd we still sleep with ourWindow curtain raised.History repeats itself,They are colored!...
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| The Last Battle |
| 2008-03-31 21:32:00 |
The grey sky wears a pallid hazeA faint eastern glow soaked in rainI walk ahead, forlorn and so lostA broken soul, an empty mind trenched in pain'Twas the night, that hour of dinBlinded by hatred, fighting with blind compassionVanquishing my foes, spewing bullets in dazeI remember, those dying eyes and lolling heads so ashenDeath hangs in the air now, it moans and singsRavens and kites pecking at human entrails,The echo of gunfires has subsided, the war's now wonYet lost, a scared battlefield, as somewhere a mother wailsFor the nation's glory, I butchered many a soulNow, engulfed in ignominy, the soldier in me wanesI mourn the death of a brother, I mourn the death of a son,In the folds of silence, I now pray for peace, for love that remains....
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| Beauty or Utility? Home or Office? |
| 2008-03-31 07:49:00 |
If I ask the question “What is more important in life? Beauty or Utility?”, 99 out of 100 will say Utility, without even thinking. This is almost as if beauty were a negative attribute.After much thinking about a possible explanation, this is what I understand.The adjective “beautiful” has been wrongly used to describe so many ugly creations of man, that the mention of “beauty” sometimes brings negative connotations to the mind.Naked models dressed provocatively, walking a ramp, to offer cheap titillation to lecherous men (and women) for the sake of money, are often described as “beautiful”.The fair complexion has been “beautified” by those who wish to sell fairness creams.The cosmetic industry and beauty saloons are selling beauty.Seve...
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| Feb 22, 2006 |
| 2008-03-28 22:23:00 |
2 Women, 2 ConversationsWatching Music and Lyrics… & Pop, goes my heart………………As I stand in the queue to get some popcorn for N in the interval, I see this girl... Standing right next to me in the café queue…Epic Proportions: I exclaim!What?I mean, those proportions could start off an epic… I… I didn’t mean they are ‘epic’… As in, no… yes, they are huge… but, that’s not what I probably meant in the first place… or, meant… but… All you guyz are the same…Come on…What? Aren’t you?Yes, v r! Earlier in the day, called up D… D (Panting) (waise, I luv the word… wonder watz its origin?!) :) ‘Oops… Guess I’ll call up later…’‘Shut up! Am in the gym’Oh! … Yeah, thought so…Of course! U did…Wazz...
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| Be my Woman |
| 2008-03-28 13:28:00 |
Be my Mother woman,Borne me in thy womb.Hold me in thy tenderBossom, help me passThe troubled times.Be my Sister woman,Hold my tiny bodyAbove your head.DanceWith joy for the reasonThat you have a brother.Be my Wife woman,Love me till the endOf time.Bear me myProgeny so that I canBecome a proud father.Be my Forgiver woman,Cause slay I wouldIn your foetus,givenHalf the chanceFor a scion of man....
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| Music....hmmm...;) |
| 2008-03-28 00:44:00 |
Rewind with Music.Try this.Just the other day I was listening to the song ‘Making love out of nothing at all’ and I flew into my past…when I used to chat with Amit. We used to chat on the mobile for hours together. The whole bunch of those sweet and sour days mingled in my mind. It was like I was watching a movie in which I and him played the lead roles and the song was the director. That song did wonders. It actually rewound a particular time in my life which I can relate to strongly with that song because I used to listen to that song a lot around that time!When I listen to the songs of Dil Toh Pagal Hai…..they take me back to my 10th standard year…..they take me back to those times when we all so called 10th standard grown ups used to watch thi...
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| Another Life |
| 2008-03-27 18:11:00 |
She walks silently past, Unseeing, unthinking Her every muscle screaming in agony Her brain – a weight in her head Stars above her, twinkle softly, Unseeing, unthinking Shine down upon the earth, Shine on infinitely Lights streak by, cars racing, Unseeing, unthinking Notice the ragged beggar, Notice how she weeps The lamp, a solitary light Unseeing, unthinking Stays on with her, Stays a stolid companion The ground, broken, charred Unseeing, unthinking Slips silently past, Slips into oblivion Her tormentor runs Unseeing, unthinking Past the red light, Past the trembling victim Policemen stand around, Unseeing, unthinking Their batons dangling off their belt, Their minds blissfully unaware She stumbles up the steps, Unseeing, unthinking ...
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| Sad State of Bangla Rock |
| 2008-03-21 19:11:00 |
Song - HurricaneYear Released - November 1975Singer - Bob DylanGenre - Folk RockA protest-song sung by Bob Dylan which was co-written by Jacques Levy, about the imprisonment of Rubin "Hurricane" Carter. Here Dylan makes his voice heard about the false trail and conviction of Rubin, describing it as an act of racism.Song - ?Year Released - Was to be released on 2007Singer - ?Genre - Bangla RockA man named Rizwanoor Rehman was murdered in 2007, there was lots of controversies related to his death. Till date numerous questions remains unanswered. But the saddest part is that the so-called Bangla Rock genre could not produce a singer who could create one Hurrican out of Rizwanoor.Many of the post-modern Bengalis swear by the names of these so-called Bangla Rock ...
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| She is Eighteen. |
| 2008-03-20 11:48:00 |
"...all crumbled she laid, on the holy bed,shivers woke her up ,as her lips laid dead,she found her angel walk, through the open door,she saw the halo fade,as the nails marked the floor,spatters of blood on the naked,bare sheet,tears and confessions, I say,made it so complete,the echoes of her screams,keeping her alive,the puff of ecstasy she breathes-a placebo to survive?the silence of her cries and few broken promises ,the lingering smell of sanity in her hollow premises,the so called rules to follow,the so called call of the society,smothered complains,I say,the meaningless, so called dignity,life?huh !a razor blade and some pills,some pictures and some stills,a phone book and some friends,sorry starts and the dead ends,she is a girl,she is eighteen a...
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| My Flesh, My Blood |
| 2008-03-19 15:09:00 |
Have you ever seen a ship drowning in the sea? When the violent sea tries to drown the ship, the ship protests. It pleads with the sea to give it another chance, just one more. The cries of the people aboard the ship drowned by the tempestuos fury of the lightning. Rain lashing out on the deck as the violent sea steers the ship in random directions. For an instant, it seems the angry sea is moved by the cries and has decided to let the ship live. But then the next moment, the surface of the sea swirls violently drawing the ship into it. The ship goes down silently, with everything it holds within, as if melting like ice into the mysterious icy depths and then it is lost forever. As it lies on the bed lifeless, what does the ship think about? What does it feel now that its saviour has destr...
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| Night |
| 2008-03-18 15:36:00 |
NightLightsCarsFast moving carsLifeCycleGoing downStreet lamp glaring with all mightGirls. Girls on a selling spreeNeons, busy.Dogs from the other car looking at mePeople busy to goAmbitions, fulfillment.People going far awayWhere are they going?Saw Anna, long time no see!Why?Busses,Miscarriage.Peace.Where are thou?Phone, talking endless gibberishNo point talking!Sarees, mela of colours.All of us,Moving....
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| Her chronicle! |
| 2008-03-17 03:47:00 |
At 5, she loved her mother.At 7, they wished they had a son... At 10, she loved her father.At 12, they prayed to have a son... At 15, she loved her best friend.At 17, they thought they have had enough of her... At 20, she loved him.At 22, they said, ‘She’s gone! Ah! Finally, we’re done!’... At 25, she loved his family.At 27, there wasn’t a sign of her... At 30, her father was queer, her mother looked wretched, her friend sought justice, he loved his new bride, his family was counting money... All what remained of her was a broken, melted bangle, a charred piece of her sari maybe, a little ash and lots of dust in that barren, burnt, ruined house, struggling with loneliness....
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| What Women Want - A Poem |
| 2008-03-14 05:36:00 |
Women are shallowWomen are vainWomen, men feelAre often a pain.Now if that’s trueWhat’re you to do?I must ask thenWhat’s a woman to you?A mother, a wife;Or a sister besideHere are some womenMen walk alongside.We say we are equal,We say we are strongTruth of the matter is;We are rarely wrong!What do we want?You ask us today,Will you ask again tomorrow?What happened to yesterday?Are you ready to listen?That list runs longNo expense necessaryBut you must be strong.We want love & respectNot be spoken down toSome understanding $ compassionFor the work that we do.We play many rolesWe try not to hurt,We pretend to be strongWhenever you are curt.We say we are equalWe say we are strongTruth of the matter isWe are sometimes wrong.We want to be cherishedThou...
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| I just watched. |
| 2008-03-12 14:28:00 |
The newspaper laid limp in my hands as my eyes ran through the lines in a hurry.The first page flashed a big ad from some fairness cream-"International Women's Day"."Ya alright! You surely will be happy.",I smiled."Ting tong."The doorbell rang like it had woken up from a deep slumber.It was Sandhya.The little girl ,daughter of the maid."Bhaiyya ! Why is there so much crowd in that shop?".I looked in the direction where her tiny fingers were pointing.It was a CCD(Cafe ` Coffee Day) and it was packed with girls,jeans and tops and skirts and polka dots and all the latest wardrobe hits.They all wore coloured caps,and were shouting and hollering and hugging each other.There was no birthday cake."Celebrating Women's Day.",I replied."What's that?Is it like our Independence Day?",she asked."Ye...
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| Prejudiced |
| 2008-03-07 23:48:00 |
"...the rivulet was singing a melancholy,the sky was spotless but for a flock of gulls striking a line on its easel,the trees being caressed by the wind as the leaves frolicked on their twigs.She didn't care.She once cared though.She looked at her reflection-her eyes filled with prejudice,asking a thousand questions ."Why did I do that?He is my father and he spent his whole life making my dreams come true.Just a simple "Yes" and I would have made him happy.""All that he wanted me to do is to marry Ravi.I can spend a life with a stranger.I will surely like him.Pa gave so many sacrifices and I just have to give one.I will do it.I will marry him."And she stood up.Walking slowly ,she tried something that she never had done.She tried forcing the gratitudes over her dreams,she let her father's...
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| The Ultimate Greed |
| 2008-03-07 11:24:00 |
To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”Her saree well draped,The flow of fire, liquid.Her delicate anklets tinkling,The burning feet.To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”The tongue of fire,Her lush dark hair;The jasmine fragrance fading;The overpowering reek.To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”Her lovely face, melting,Her teary eyes, sparkling.Her gasps for breath, heaving,Her cries for relief.To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”Women, both of them,The killer ...
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| For Dad! |
| 2008-03-06 07:48:00 |
You must be wondering why I am writing to you now? You must be wondering why I haven’t remembered you for more than a minute in all these years, why I haven’t dreamt of you, why I haven’t shed a single tear after you were gone… The answer is simple-and it is ‘Mom’! When you passed away, though little I was but my ears heard everything they said. They said…what she will do…a mother of three small children! They said…how she will survive…with three small children! They said…how she will work; she has no job at this time! They said…what will happen to them...within poverty and its stinging bite! They said…who will provide for them…a poor lady and her three small children! They said…a young lady…it’s so tough to do without her man…and they said many more ...
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| Now Your Woman...Now A Witch |
| 2008-03-06 03:53:00 |
‘She’s the daughter, mother, sister, the wife…’ they say And isn’t she an erring human, too, pray? As long as she’s sweet she’s a princess beyond compare When reality gets her good side she’s but an ugly bear ‘Beware of women’ they say And what brings all the bitter hurt, the hateful dismay? The invisibility of love, practicality, or a voice as high as yours? ‘Equality’ they talk of, and offer warnings & barbs for cures! ‘All heart and no brain’ they say And what’s not right in their childlike way? Wrong to feel when everyone thinks? To gaze aimlessly when the world’s short on time for blinks?‘They’re only fooling around’ they say And what’s wrong with harmless play? Without a care you glance and flirt around… But their ...
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| An Endearing Incident |
| 2008-02-29 07:58:00 |
These days I’ve been traveling a lot, literally living out of my backpack on weekends, and as the McD ad goes ‘I’m lovin’ it’. In the process I meet a lot of people, strangers to begin with but after a trip or trek they no longer remain strangers. What amazes me is the camaraderie and the rapport you sometimes develop with people in so short a span whereas in some cases even a lifetime is not enough.So, I headed towards Mahabs (Mahabalipuram aka Mamallapuram) stealing time out of my weekend trip to Chennai. Mahabs a port city during the reign of Pallavas and it is also believed that it served as a school for young sculptors. There must be some veracity in that belief; Huge reliefs, beautifully carved sculptures, monolithic rathas and majestic temples are strewn across the small t...
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| Distractions |
| 2008-02-26 14:45:00 |
Partying. Drinking. Dancing. Flirting. That’s how it goes, right? That’s how we distract ourselves when love hurts or when love’s lost.Loneliness. Anti-Social. Depression. Swollen Eyes. Regret. Sympathy—that’s the other side of the picture.Sleek black dress, dark crowded room, club lights, loud music and men. A woman would do a lot to get away from the person who holds her heart. In the arms of another man, she smiles… she dances. She pretends that she does not care, that life is all good and she is having fun.She dances until she is breathless. She dances until she realizes it's not working.Who is she kidding?It's a dangerous thing to fall in love, you know. It's a one way road with one hidden dead end. There are no exits and there are no U-turns. ...
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| He. |
| 2008-02-20 12:40:00 |
"I met him this Valentine.I remember:-...they feasted on his humiliation as he watched her walk away.It was a proposal , a fair proposal and she refused .They laughed and forsaken he cried inside.The carcass of his love laid still somewhere inside his heart as he tried dragging it to some corner where he could watch it rot and decompose.That would give him a scar, never to forget and ignore,that would help him stop repeating the mistake.The flowers were silent,there cries smothered by the indecent clamoring.The stare to the sky, eyes cold as stone.There were pleads but also complaints in those eyes.He felt as if the sun would burn him to ashes,a strange burning sensation he felt clinging to his cheek and ears.The breathes turned shorter and the heart-beats sounded like thumps from some di...
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| In Love? |
| 2008-02-19 22:35:00 |
March 2, 1892Dear Diary,Today I fell in love.These words compelled me to pick up this small gold-rimmed book from one of the shelves while roaming around in Borders the other day. But, these words were also the reason for me to put it down on the shelf after two seconds.I wonder if we really know when we fall in love. How can the writer or the character be so sure of the exact time and date when she fell in love? Is it so easy to describe the most complex feeling one has in just two short words? You can't just get up one day and decide that you are in love or you are going to be in love. It just doesn’t work that way.This is the biggest dilemma of the young adults of our age. We so badly want to associate with someone that we usually force ourselves t...
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| ThankU for the roses! They were very pretty. |
| 2008-02-17 05:50:00 |
All of that started almost a year earlier. We had been in the same college. I was two years senior to her. Even though we were exchanging text messages for almost a month then, that was the first time I called her on her cell phone. “Hi, when is your birthday?†I asked her. “I was just updating my contact book.†“Oh, my birthday was just a few days back, you are late.†She replied coyly. “Won’t you will have a birthday next year,†I persisted. So she told me her birth date and I hung the phone. A lot of things had happened between us in the next eleven months. The first seven months were great but the last four months were like hell for me. We had not talked even once during those four months of our estranged relationship. But I s...
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| Valentines Day |
| 2008-02-17 01:55:00 |
Oh… Its valentines day. Happy valentines day… I cheered my neighbour friend next door. All dressed in Red, instructed all at home to dress in red, I stepped out beaming with pride looking around if anybody else is in red attire – atleast some shades of red somewhere visible on people – only to find out it’s there only on the company badge tag on few while others did dress to kill. Never mind. I thought. As the day unfolded, I got to know what others are doing for Valentines Day. A couple who are married for quite some time took out time from the hectic schedule to meet up for lunch. Even that came as a surprise to the husband when wife promptly lands at office just 2 minutes before the lunch time and tells hi...
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| Valentines Day: The Things We Do |
| 2008-02-14 16:25:00 |
My dear readers,Unlike everyone else, today I would like to present to you the most celebrated day in an entirely different context.Love, when sprinkled with some humor is the best treat.Tell you what… these quotes are real life incidents… a life that I am a part of, that is. Some of these incidents are the you-have-to-be-there moments, nevertheless, they are bound to bring a smile on your face.“I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.â€-Chris, on analyzing Valentine’s DayAlyson: What are you guys doing for your residents at Valentines?Rob: I suppose I am going to give them some candy with heart-shaped cardsAdhira: and condo...
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| As Perennial As The Grass |
| 2008-02-14 02:39:00 |
As I walked through the forest of life in search of the perfect flower, the first flower that I chanced upon was the rose. It was exquisite and elegant. It was rich and charismatic. It was delicate and charming. It was not meant for the ordinary. It was made for someone special. This is the flower I had been looking for all my life! My heart soared to great heights. What more could someone ask for. It could not get more perfect than this. It was my first love.Day and night, I wove dreams of togetherness with this love. The thought that I would possess it forever made me so happy, I thought I was becoming insane. My search had come to an end.As I moved closer to it, the rose eluded me. I eventually realized that the rose was not made for me. What a disappointment it was. How would I live ...
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| Laws Of Attraction, did they say? |
| 2008-02-13 07:37:00 |
Well, there are none. And I'm not adding an 'I think' or 'according to me' because that's just the way it is. And not all things need surveys and analyzes to prove them. At least this one doesn't. Feel like arguing? Ask yourself. Today, someone makes you feel nothing. The next day, you feel you're nothing without them. And he/she isn't the super hottie or the perfect person you always dreamt of, and still so much better than that. Whether for a few months or years, or even mere moments. Its just the 'connection', and if you thought you could attribute it to similarities in interests or philosophies, you are wrong... in most cases, your subject of admiration and adoration thinks very differently from you in every way, perhaps.Seduction, courting, impressing, splurging... they don't really w...
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| Love...all around!!! |
| 2008-02-12 12:39:00 |
Kya yaar !!! Every time someone asks someone to write about love then all that someone gets is words full of pain,desperation,rejection dejection,complication,suffocation and yes (How can I miss that word !) frustration.Love is not that bad ,is it?Ok."...I.G.Park(Bhubaneswar) or Indira Gandhi park named after Indira Gandhi (of-course !).Its a green park (Idiot ! Parks are always green !)...Ok.Its a good park (Better !) and its said that Indira Gandhi gave her last speech right here.Enough with the history.Lets quickly move on to Sociology part.Now you won't be surprised at all if I say that over the years this park has slowly metamorphosed into a sprawling nestling of some sort for the love-birds(educated college going love-birds !).And over the years the ...
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| I Surrender |
| 2008-02-11 11:20:00 |
I give up. After struggling with sleep for two hours or so, I can’t fight anymore. I don’t want to even try to sleep now.I give up.Just take me, because I give up.You win, I lose.I am guilty. Punish me.I am guilty of loving you. I am guilty of fighting it. I am guilty of suppressing.I miss you... terribly.Words ache, fingers tremble and my mind is flustered. Please put some sense into me. I keep on falling for the glitters in search of the gold. No matter how much I deny it, the truth is that you are the gold. This gold is right in front of me yet it is so far away. I can feel it; I cannot touch it. I can hold it; I cannot embrace it.I love it.… and I don’t want to fight it anymore.I give up. Please take my hand and take me to the land far away…. to the pla...
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| And we talked... |
| 2008-02-06 13:31:00 |
Last hours of the midnight strolled by as I watched my mobile carelessly fiddling with the screensaver.The deftness of my thoughts made me walk through the strange avenues where I hadn't even tried toddling.Different thoughts,few lines from some half read story,few stolen emotions from the past ,all mixed up ,trying to go candid on the paper.The husky voice of Bryan Adams flooding every part of my ear.Suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt,the mobile buzzed.A name flashed on its screen and it restlessly pleaded me to help it kill its tremble.Something else was restless somewhere,deep inside my heart.The name I never thought would appear on the screen."Should I pick up the phone?What will she say?Or should I let the ring die after a while?".A thousand questions stumbled upon each ot...
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