tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154219272024-03-12T23:25:35.483+05:30Come With MeMy feelings create my words and it is not the other way round.Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-5588880057882980532014-11-17T16:55:00.000+05:302015-01-08T18:48:39.138+05:30Photography Bucket List<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lately, I have been very depressed about the fact that, in spite of having ideas, I am not doing much to implement them. Be it my blogs, photography or anything else. It was very sad and I wanted to do something about it. Also, I don’t want to turn this into another new year resolutions. So, I have decided to create bucket lists…. separate bucket lists for everything I wanted to do. This is my photography bucket list and I will update this regularly to track my achievements. Please share your photography ideas in the comment and if I like them, I will add them in my list.<br />
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<span id="fullpost">1. <strike>Creating a photography bucket list.</strike> </span><br />
2. Take a picture from a pin hole camera<br />
3. Set up a small studio at home (or even better professionally)<br />
4. Complete ABC project.<br />
5. Take a picture, every day for a month.<br />
6. Upload a time lapse photography video on youtube.<br />
7. Take 10 panorama.<br />
8. Shadow photography (10)<br />
9. Light painting (10)<br />
10. Miniature photography (10)<br />
11. HDR shot (10)<br />
12. Photograph of sky full of star<br />
13. Star trail<br />
14. Lightning Photography (10)<br />
15. 20 Animal photographs with names<br />
16. 20 Birds photographs with names<br />
17. 20 insects (macro) photographs with names<br />
18. Build homemade photography accessories.<br />
19. Action photography (10)<br />
20. Waterfall photographs (10)<br />
21. Navrasa Photos<br />
22. Street Photography (10)<br />
23. Monochromes (10)<br />
24. Rainbow<br />
25. 20 Color themed photos<br />
26. Reflections photographs (10)<br />
27. Architecture photographs (<strike>10</strike> 9)<br />
28. Taking photo with help of a telescope.<br />
29. Faces (20)<br />
30. Small world panorama<br />
31. Fireworks<br />
32. Vintage shoots<br />
33. 20 photographs of different flags<br />
34. Photographs with actual models<br />
35. Boat Photographs (10)<br />
36. Sunrise and Sunset<br />
37. Proposal<br />
38. Photo with story (20)<br />
39. Photograph of a snowflakes<br />
40. Photo-comics<br />
41. A website dedicated to my photographs<br />
42. Photo printed in some magazine.<br />
43. Photos representing season (10)<br />
44. Marriage photographs (<strike>10</strike> 9)
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45. Shot of Aurora Borealis</div>
Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-54229249353411991362014-07-25T16:51:00.000+05:302014-07-25T16:51:04.893+05:30Kill<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A golden sunset in Africa. A pair
of innocent gazelles are busy playing. They are being watched by a pair of eyes.
A sudden leap and Cheetah has finished her kill. Screaming birds and frightened
animals cast the picture of an ill omen. Darkness is spreading.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her last of the three cubs, will
survive. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-77025467366134875932013-07-06T16:31:00.001+05:302013-07-06T16:31:59.661+05:30Unadulterated<p>The world is a big place and over 7 billion people are continuously polluting it. But every once in a while, for everyone, this world just shrinks down –in one person. Then that person becomes the whole world to you. Her acceptance, her denial, her every opinion is the beginning and the end of any argument. Fear of losing that person makes you weaker than the weakest you have ever been and you are the strongest knowing that person is standing beside you. Sharing a fun moment becomes your biggest joy and all the ups and downs of the life seem like a adventure ride of a theme park. Although, it is not good for your salvation, it is the only way you would prefer to lead your entire life. The smile can do wonders, even the tears. You are ready to change yourself. You are ready to do things which you have never done before. You are ready to stretch yourself beyond your limits. The anchor can help you pass the strongest of storms and without it you are a ship without a sail.</p>
<p>In short, that person can bring the best and the worst out of you. Suppose you have that kind of power over someone what you would do :)</p>
Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-54706415153909639912010-10-10T12:25:00.003+05:302010-10-11T19:34:02.788+05:30He is a Jerk<div style="text-align: justify;">“He is a Jerk”. Isha sobbed a little more than the previous time. “ …. And a complete bast#$46”. She added. This harmonious recital was for Varun, the most handsome boy in the college and star opener of college cricket team. Once Varun and Isha used to see each other but Varun dumped her on his last birthday. It was the funniest college-talk since then, that Varun asked for “freedom” as his birthday gift.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Isha – She was the most sought after girl in the campus. Almost every guy in the college had a crush on her but being the best, she always desired for the best. <span id="fullpost">Varun was the obvious choice although he was seeing someone else at that time. Isha’s argument was simple – she was the most sought after girl and Varun was the most sought after boy so they were destined together. Varun, on the other hand, was already bored of his 6 months looong relationship was looking for a change himself. He was open for any girl who was stupid enough to go out with him. (Com’on he is a guy) So, he accepted Isha’s offer and the couple could be spotted in the library dark corridors or behind the volleyball court after sunset or in the girl’s bathroom which was no longer in use for next 7 months. </span></div><span id="fullpost"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Enough Isha. It has been 3 months now. Get over him and I totally agree with you – He is a Jerk so lets now talk about him” Ruchi said. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ruchi and Nikita were the best friends of Isha. The trio had got the sweet nick name of “the evil trio”.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ruchi seemed to be particularly upset. May be because her friend was upset or may be because she was also dumped by the same Varun. This happened about a month back and she was the reason why Varun dumped Isha in the first place. Ruchi, being a friend of Isha, didn’t want Isha to know about her affair with Varun. She wass after all her best friend. So when she proposed Varun, she requested him to keep it secret which Varun gladly accepted. Ruchi’s take away was the she managed to keep her friendship with Isha while stealing away her boy-friend and Varun’s take away was that he could officially look for other girls while going out with Ruchi. Finally Varun found a new girl just before the examinations. Ruchi blamed Varun for her poor (P) grades but other students of the class believed that she maintained her consistent performance. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“How can he do this to me”. Isha was in tears now. It was a huge set back on her ego and loss of face in the campus. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Not again” Ruchi said. “For God sake just chuck it now. It is not a big deal”. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Not a big deal. How can even you say that” Isha revolted.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I mean, what he did is definitely wrong and for that he will burn in hell” Ruchi explained. Obviously she was thinking about her case.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They both wanted to make Varun’s life hell, but they could not do much on their own. Neither had they support nor friendship of other students.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nikita was self absorbed in her thoughts during all this time. She must be bored of this daily drama.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Just look at him. The shameless bast$%46, trying to woo that rich chick from the first year” Ruchi snapped.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nikita “Where”</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ruchi “Behind that tree in the park”.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Isha “That #$@@$@#* jerk”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nikita’s smile suddenly disappeared and now she was out of her dream world and was seeing the reality in front of eyes. A tear appeared in her eye and she only managed to say “He is a Jerk”.</div></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-74540347012433856142010-09-29T00:02:00.000+05:302010-09-29T00:03:35.208+05:30Happy Birthday!!Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-51672044902505526492009-12-07T00:43:00.008+05:302009-12-07T01:18:19.780+05:30August RushDec 7, 2009. An entry in Dhruv's Diary<br /><br />I never thought that I would fall in love. I have always been that kind of person who used to think there is no thing called love. People meet one another and they take the decision, by using only their brains, about their future life partner. I used to think love as a concept, exists only in movies and fairy tales.<br /><br />I didn’t realize it while I was with her. She was a friend, a good friend. Does love exist and if exist what is love. I don’t know. But why there is so much pain and everything seems just meaningless because one person is not around. Darkness is the proof that light exists. Pain and loneliness made me realize what I missed and or lost.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />This is the rest of the post<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="fullpost">Richa came for the dinner and she liked my feeble attempt. She was happy because finally I did something for her. It made me happy. But then after some days she stopped returning my calls. This is how it happened, rather ended. I didn’t get to know why and how it ended. Every other thing in life is just as same, still it does not feel the same. May it is love and it does exist in real. </span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost">“August Rush” is her favorite movie and she insisted me to watch this movie and I always used to forget. I have seen it now, 4 times, actually every Saturday after she stopped returning my calls. It is a nice movie. It is about a boy who find his parents by his music and two lovers who find each other also by their music. Sadly, I am not a musician or an artist or even a writer. It is a fairy tale setting where people do live happily ever after in the end. (Guess, something does only happen in fairy tales.). <br /><br />It just feels nice, whenever I watch this movie. The only thing she left to me. It is like feeling her presence, may be she is watching me whenever I see this movie. This sounds weird so may this is love. Now it is my favorite movie rather my favorite part of the week. Though it takes great amount of perseverance not dialing her number, I am doing a fairly good job.<br /><br />I am going on with life as before, meeting friends, etc. Life will go on and so will I. I don’t think it is necessary to get over her. She may not be around but now she is close to me. “<span style="font-style: italic;">Once you are here, you are never gone</span>”. The winter wind seems to consoling me with its cold touch. It is true that love does not make the earth go round, but it certainly makes the trip worthwhile. I used to term these as crap just month ago. Not any more, rather, it makes more sense than anything else, to wait for her.<br />Right now, FM is playing,<br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">“Tere Bina Zindagi se sikwa to nahi, tere bina zindagi zindagi<br /> Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin, zindagi, to nahi”<br /></div><br />How True.<br /></span><br /></div><span id="fullpost"><br /></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-47166285317079854062009-11-03T23:06:00.004+05:302009-11-08T19:48:38.191+05:30Surprise<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>She must be here any moment now.</i> Dhruv is planning a surprise for Richa. Actually, not a surprise. She forced him to plan a surprise. She granted him 48 hours, Monday and Tuesday. Generous! He wanted to do something for her for a long time but it never happened. He was having a rough time at work, with project deadlines and other engagements. This time, he was having client visit on Monday, but she did not listen. Now, this is one chance, he has to impress her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span id="fullpost"><div style="text-align: justify;">We want to do something perfect and like it happens, nothing seems perfect so we just keep postponing. We fear to take chances. It is true; nothing is perfect unless you love it. ‘She may not like it but it is better than nothing, and who knows it may turn to be perfect.’ </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">As usual, he did not do much on Monday, except for planning. Today, somehow, he managed to leave office at 7 and bought her favorite ‘Kababs’ way back to his apartment. His maid ditched him today, so he had to do the cleaning himself. He thought of many things but in the end he settled for tried and tested way; flowers, food, ice-cream and a small gift. He had a plan. First, the flowers then they sit down and talk in the balcony, then dinner and ice-cream and finally the gift. <i>Cliché, but trustworthy</i>. </div>(He requested his friend to get ice-cream and a bouquet but she did not need to know this. This is what friends are for.).<br /><br /></span><div><span id="fullpost">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">'What he must be doing? He was in office till 7. Hopefully, everything went well in his office. He was really busy. May be I overdid it. I just wanted to make him realize that there is more in life than work. Life doesn’t mean living only in weekends. We start working in order to make a living but gradually the work becomes our life.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Richa was thinking on her way to Dhruv’s apartment. She had her expectation set to lowest level. She did not intend him to do anything fancy for her. Anything he will do will impress her. </div><br /></span></div><div><span id="fullpost">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Oops, I forgot to put those Kababs in microwave. He hurried to kitchen. He was enjoying the moment.<br /><br />May be next time, I will plan something better. He was slightly nervous only. He checked. Everything was in place. One question remains ‘Whether she will like it?’.<br /><br /></span></div>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-79782636886560431222009-08-17T12:29:00.001+05:302009-08-17T12:36:11.671+05:30Happy Independence Day<span style="font-style:italic;">If you like my blog and wants to read the updates, please start following [just by clicking the follow button and entering your email id] or blog roll me. </span><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />We celebrated another year of independence last week. Many were less enthusiastic this year because it was Saturday. Some, who have 6 days a week, still have reason to be happy for. Nevertheless, 15th Aug is the most important day for India because freedom has come after paying a heavy price.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br />We, I and my friends were thinking, how we never do anything for our mother nation. True. <br />Why? Not certain. There are many reasons which can be cited, why even a responsible and law abiding citizen of India, does so little for his/her country. However convincing they may sound, I know that, Love will find its way; everything else will find an excuse. <br /><br />So many leaders, movies, activist etc try to motivate the general masses for coming forward, to share responsibility in building up the nation. I was wondering, why and where they fail? <br />Imagine an army in a battle field. Commander of this army, who happens to be a man of great stature and a very vibrant orator, is making a speech how the soldiers must fight for their nation. At this very moment, in the last row, feeble looking foot soldier is trying to sneak out of his rank without being seen. In this example, one powerful man is trying to motivate mass by his words and other hand an ordinary man is setting an example by his action. He is not even trying to motivate others. Still, many will follow him. Action speaks louder than words. <br /><br />I hope we get enough good examples to follow this year. I want to end this with a prayer which we used to sing in class I-II, <br />“Humko man ki shakti dena, man vijay kare,<br />Dusro ke jai se pehle, khud ko jay kare.”<br /><br />[God, give us mental strength to win ourselves].<br /><br /><br /></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-15574019375118071842009-05-04T12:25:00.004+05:302009-05-04T14:28:26.013+05:30Favorite<span style="font-family:georgia;">Sorry for such long pause. I will be regular from now and also my </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.ifinditinteresting.blogspot.com/">daily blog</a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> will be updated regularly. And yes, all characters in this blog are are fictional. Any resemblance can be intentional but I will not take any responsibility. Enjoy and please leave your comments. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sumita entered the room and she heard Dhruv saying “Why does she always do that?”</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“What happened?” She asked.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saurabh replied to Sumi “They had a fight”.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Again!!” Sumi replied with a grin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“I am so disturbed and you are making fun of the situation” Dhruv said and he seemed to be bit annoyed.</span><br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Ok sorry. What you did this time to make Nidhi angry?” asked Sumi, trying to hide her smile with false seriousness. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“I did NOTHING” “Ok may be I forgot our anniversary.” </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Marriage?”</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“No. Our first meet anniversary.”</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Dude, why don’t you keep alerts on your mobile or something” snapped Saurabh and immediately looked towards Sumi and said “I don’t keep alerts.”</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sumi said with a smile, “It’s ok and I have all your passwords.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Guys, we are discussing my problem, and I did set and alert on my mobile phone. In the office I saw the alert and I made of note and put it in the drawer, but then I got busy and there was so much work today. In the evening I just forgot about the note and all. Finally I reached home at 10 pm” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saurabh said “..and Nidhi didn’t open the door.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“Yeah” replied Dhruv. He was sad and down with guilt. He continued in a low voice “Guys, I really love her. I don’t go to my favorite restaurant any more because she doesn’t like it. Sometime I watch soaps instead of match. I never complain about her endless shopping. I gave up so many of my favorite things for her. Sometime I miss doing those stuffs but then I think she is more important. I wish she ..” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sumi, took Dhruv hand in her hand and replied softly “We all know you love her. Nidhi also knows that. Just that she also gets irritated when she misses her favorite thing”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“And what is that..”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“You”. She replied. “spending time with you, shopping with you and watching soap with you.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dhruv looked puzzled for a minute and then he rushed towards the door. He just said “Guys I have to go, and … Thanks guys especially you Sumi.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">“No problem and good night buddy”.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dhruv left the apartment rushed down the stairs and as he headed towards his own apartment he knew what he had to do. He knew though someone was angry , she was still waiting for him, very eagerly. </span><br /><br /></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-5114184614072697612008-12-22T17:37:00.006+05:302009-02-11T14:56:00.231+05:30Change<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;">Change. It is inevitable. Quotes. You will find one for everything and they are so confusing like life. Rarely we understand and mostly we don’t but we use it anyway. This is also a quote. You should speak your mind. If you don't who will. The very next site offers you a totally different quote. Words should be chosen wisely because you cannot take them back. A wound can be healed with time but it leaves scars behind. I don't know whether I will regret writing all this or not but I have to take it out.</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span id="fullpost"><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;">I am living away from my home since class V. As a result, I always find my friends closer to me than my family. I spent 6 years in RKMV Narendrapur hostel. There are many things which you guys will find weird about that hostel (school). But for us that was the way of living. I still remember my first day at Narendrapur. There were lots of strange faces and I didnot Bengali which was going to be a problem. My home was an overnight train ride from Kolkata but that seemed to be galaxies away at that time. I soon realized these strangers were just like me, lost and alone. In them I found friends and friendship which totally changed my life. Friendship, which can be valued and treasured for life. After board examination when we were leaving for our homes for one last time, many were crying. But I wasn't. At that time, internet was not so popular among us. So we exchanged phone numbers and address, filled slam books and promised to be in contact forever.</span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;">Time passed and I again found myself in hostel. This time it was IIT Kharagpur, a totally different world from RKMV Narendrapur. This time situation was not so bad. I already knew some people and finally the group stuck and lasted through all the ups and downs of our engineering career. Time had changed. This was no longer school where kids used to live. This was an engineering hostel. Friendship at this stage was a total different game which was not the case at school. It was simple there. You like someone or you don’t. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Here it was not going to be so simple. Some is casual friendship, some what you can say 'matlab ke yaar' and some friends who were like family. I rarely used to meet or call my school friends but whenever I got chance I tried to meet them. I expected to meet the person who used to study with me in school but time has turned them into a different person. </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;">But that was normal (It was easy to convince myself at that time). A lot of things change after class X as we all know. Adolescence is replaced by adulthood, worries about career, worries about girl friends which further increases worries and increasing differences from your parents. So it was understandable and though I get to meet friends, I still missed friends whom I knew in school days. But engineering friendship is totally different. Character of person has taken shape and it is harder to change now. </span><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;">So again when I was leaving KGP, I was not that sad like other people. And now we can easily locate each other on mobile and virtual world of internet. And it happened exactly like this. I am in regular touch with a lot of my friends. I supposed nothing unexpected would happen now. </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;">But alas again I was wrong. Change. It is inevitable. All the time I get to hear.. you havenot changed a bit. I just smile and say nothing. But was it supposed to be change. You are not supposed to be changed. I still have a lots of friends on whom I can rely and have lots of fun when we meet. I know (atleast I assume) they will support if I need their help. But they are some what different people. There is some loss of innocence and enthusiasm. We cannot relish on small thing as we used to do before. We hide our loneliness and weakness from each other like we fear each other now. Silent and stupid conversations are no longer meaningful. These things brought us together. With time, we will grow older, marry someone, will have kids. Many things will change but something should not.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:white;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Now I guess, I understand why people cry and get sad when they leave dear ones behind. They know things will never be same again. It took me so long to realize what most people knew intuitively. From now on, probably I will take each good bye more seriously because change ... change is inevitable. Should it end this way or we can write a new beginning for this. </span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-1463246856914204612008-09-30T09:22:00.002+05:302009-02-11T14:59:38.847+05:30Larki Kyun?...I also think about it sometimes… (Ok! more than sometime). The thing which amazes me most is that girls think all men, barring their dad, brothers and boyfriends (only current one, ex is the biggest dog); are dog, mean and bas$#@#$. How it can be true because all men are dad, brothers, bfs of some girl. After giving it some thought I come up with two theories which may explain this paradox.<span id="fullpost"><br />1. They tend to overlook faults of their dad, son, brothers, bfs. (Which will eventually lead to the corollary that all men are really dog mean and bas$#@#$.)<br />2. Natural defense. Fear is the natural defense. Like we fear all snakes although most of us know that only 5% of the snakes are poisonous and hence dangerous. This is for our own safety because we cannot differentiate between a poisonous and non-poisonous one. <br /><br />Great scholars have unanimously concluded “No one can understand girls”. Being a mortal, I will not even dare to decipher them. Plus, I studied in boys school and almost all boys colleges. So I am not qualified enough to do so.<br />I use humorous lines against girls that is only because I find them funny and most of the time they are applicable to both. …just change “she” with “he”. Let me tell you about some girls I know.<br /><br />She is cuteness personified. She is so pretty that even girls are having crushes on her. She got the best smile in the college. She has got more than 7 shades of nail polish/lipsticks and countless earrings. She is beautiful and she is smart. She is adored by her friends. But she is not only about looks.<br /><br />She is delicate yet tough enough to challenge guys for bike races. She is the best amateur blog writer I know (she is better than many pros). She can fly plane. She can play guitar. She won many painting competitions (one of her painting is displayed at local zoo). She know Japanese better than Japanese and hindi (may be :D) better than me. She plays football for India (represents Indian team). She is a total genetic freak (crazy about her subject… genetics). From her you should expect the unexpected.<br /><br />She is so talented yet she is banvri (bawari). Sometime she acts crazy. When she spilt some cheese salt on her dress, she literally ran away (although it was not so noticeable). Oh! She calls the small pond near our office, Mansarovar. She likes solving silly puzzles in train. Her voice is like a kid and loves to prank and to be pampered. She plays Unreal/Quake and jumbles on DC++ too. And she liked “Jab We Met” so much that she has watched this movie several times in multiplexes, ALONE.<br />She is girl with many avatars and names, truly like Mohmaya. She sings well. She is like basanti of sholay (kyu thik shik hai na). She is little slow in typing but very very fast in bak bak aur kya bolti hai… She got more than 32k scraps in orkut. And she is very moody. She is busy like managers. In short she is like pappu and she can dance too (she is yet to show the proofs; her dancing pics). And she is kind enough to gift me lollypops.<br /><br />Ofcourse, all shes’ are not the same ‘she’. They all are different but common in one sense; They are all special. All the best to all of you. And the two very special girls , I know, have one more thing in common. They, both celebrated their birthday yesterday (29th September).</span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-12236898378166388582008-08-13T10:39:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:01:08.771+05:30WisdomWhen I opened my eyes for the first time, I saw light, people and this world. Before that I was free from the limits of mind, a state where you have nothing and you want nothing … not even peace. I knew about nothing and I wanted to know nothing and then I opened my eyes and I grew wise.<span id="fullpost"><br /><br />But that was a tough time. I was totally dependent on others. If I wanted to go somewhere I had to tell someone to take me there. And that was not easy; they did not always understand what I used to say. They used to first check my diapers and a series of guesses used to follow. Sometime they even used to take me to totally opposite direction. After sometime I realized my legs are strong enough to take my weight and I took my first step. I was ready to go places. I grew wiser. <br /><br />Soon, it was evident that I had to learn their language for a proper communication. I do not remember my first word but they had a long debate on what was my first word. Anyways, I started learning language and I grew wiser.<br /><br />Then on one fateful day, my parents left me at some weird place, full of intelligent guys like me and some stupid grown ups who even tried to teach us. We used to make fun of them, laugh at them and surprisingly they used to find it cute. But I still hated that place. In the evening when my mother came to pick me up, I ran and hugged her. I was crying and she tried to make me quiet by presenting me my favorite chocolate. That day, I realized there is something sweeter than my favorite chocolate.<br /><br />After that I had a series of myth-busters like my dad is superman, my big brother knows everything; I can buy or have anything I want etc. <br /><br />Then I learnt Mathematics, which adds doubts and divides our faith. <br /><br />When I was eight I used to get really annoyed when some stupid girl used to come and would say that they want to play cricket with me/us. After some years I understood their importance <br />(So what she was stupid) and I started liking them but they were no longer interested in playing cricket. I realized the importance of time. <br /><br />Then I learnt about the rules and this was my first introduction to crime.<br /><br />When I came to college, I realized how good was school days (which I used to hate so much during my school days); when I started working, I used to miss my college days and fun. After marriage, sigh… you know better. Only after exams, I get to know the full syllabus for that subject. With every failure and success, I learnt something and I termed it as experience.<br /><br />You grow stronger to a certain age and then start getting weaker. We, sometimes neglect the important things in our lives over trivial matters. Now, that I am dying, I have learnt a great deal and have enough experience to do good and right things. But I do not have the strength and time. Why Life do this to us? When we are finally capable of understanding things in a better way, it stops. It is stopping for me. I can feel my eye lids getting heavier. So, all my wisdom will of no use to me or to anyone else. At this moment, I realizes, ‘Ignorance is bliss’. <br /><br /><br />PS: Jokes are only for fun, do not take it as my chauvinism. </span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-28098564021524820762008-07-28T10:46:00.003+05:302009-02-11T15:02:01.557+05:30RipplesThat day, I was throwing pebbles in the water. My mind was wandering.<br />First thought:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Why I am throwing pebbles in the water. What I want to achieve from it. </span><br /># I don’t like pebbles and so let’s throw them all in water.<br /># I read and likes the story in which crow was able to drink the water from the pitcher by dropping pebbles and I want to experiment it first hand.<span id="fullpost"><br /><br />Neither.<br />I have just felt like doing it, without any motive, without any purpose but I certainly wanted to do it.<br /><br />Second thought:<br />Is it Newton’s third law or first law? Some water splashes but then certainly upon action of a force, motion has started into the water. I guess momentum is also conserved. Confusing.. leave it.<br /><br />All this thinking drew my mind from throwing pebbles and I started observing the pattern of ripples.<br /><br />Pebbles touch the water surface at one point but it affects the whole pond. Ripples starts from one point and move outwards, growing bigger and creates vibrations to it whole vastness. Sometimes two opposite waves cancel each other and sometimes they add to conjure a bigger wave.<br /><br />Third thought<br />I don’t know how and when it started but I started making an analogy between this silent pond and our society.<br />Our society is like a big silent pond and our actions are like pebbles. Repercussions do not end there, even if that action is limited to two people. Stronger tries to subdue the weaker. He assumes that weak ones cannot harm him. What he forgets, is that, he cannot remain strong for ever. No one can win all the time. Even the best of the best are defeated. They fall. And if they are making fun of someone, they will get it back, in return and may be with interest. May be they are strong, they are the best but the people they love may not be. If he ridicules someone in his ‘superbia’(call it angry stone), it will be like throwing a stone in the pond (society) and ripples are going to affect him back or will affect his loved ones. Like wise if he helps, consoles, thanks someone (call it happy stone), he will be again creating a ripple in the pond but this a good one. It will touch others they will feel happy and happy people do good things.<br /><br />This world has a lot of problems. Sadness prevails everywhere. We do not feel safe anymore… anywhere.<br />May be we can change it. When people talk about changing the world they talk about big problems with bigger measure to curb the problems. I differ. I think on line of principles of ‘soft computing’. I think about small things. Do small things. Do not insult someone because he is not as good as you are. Respect others. Accept them as they are. Throw happy stones and not angry stones. It will make others happy and happy people do good things. And remember ripples do not die easily. They will touch you back in some form.<br /><br />And like throwing stones in the water, I wanted to share this with you all, without any motives .. without any purpose. I just threw a stone in the water.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ifinditinteresting.blogspot.com/">My daily blog link</a> </span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-54843861107724666952008-07-21T11:10:00.002+05:302009-02-11T15:03:30.281+05:30Survival Instincts<div style="text-align: justify;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Gunshots</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">“Firing has again started” says Vyom, aloud but only to himself. He is the lone survivor of that safe house. Sometime back, violence has erupted all over the country. Two strong organizations have claimed themselves as the ruler of the land and they are fighting against each other and government for power control. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Vyom has very little supplies left in the safe house. A stray bullet can finish his story anytime. Sometime he wished for it.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span id="fullpost"><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Living alone hopelessly becomes difficult that death seems peaceful. His hope is diminishing and only miracle can save him. And miracles do happen. Or that’s we believe.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Yesterday he saw Tanu, lying unconscious outside the safe house and he brought her inside, the safe house. He knew Tanu. They were friends, used to hangout together. Tanu is still unconscious. <span style=""> </span>Vyom have seen many of his friends dying in front of him. This time he will not let it happen. He does not want to be alone again. He will take Tanu to government military camp, located out of the city or will die trying. He will save Tanu.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">She is coming back to her senses now. Compared to gunshots, her voice seems musical to Vyom. Vyom consoles her that she is safe now. Vyom can feel his hope and strength returning. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">For two days, he feeds her and cleans her wounds. They do not have much time to spare. Enemies are closing in. And they have no food… no choice. Vyom cannot see much beyond his safe house boundry. He asks Tanu to suggest the best strategy to go out from the city. Tanu is still scared. Beads of sweat on her forehead and no coherency in her talks. Vyom holds hand in attempt to assure her that everything is going to be okay.<span style=""> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Suddenly Vyom notices a white cloth belt sort of thing on Tanu’s waist. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">He jumps off the bed. Takes out his revolver and aims it between the eyes of Tanu. Vyom bellows in anger “What’s in your waist”.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Tanu, who is too scared to speak anything, moves her hand to her waist. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Vyom speaks in hatred “That is bomb,right”. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Tanu mumbled in fear “No No”.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">“Stop it” and without giving her any chance to prove anything he pulls the trigger many times.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Gunshots and that harmless piece of cloth is getting red by Tanu’s blood.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">-------------------------------</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://ifinditinteresting.blogspot.com/">My daily blog...</a><br /><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> </span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-74517998115299926532008-02-06T02:27:00.004+05:302009-02-11T15:10:04.249+05:30Lost<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">She is still awake. It is already <st1:time hour="3" minute="0">3 am</st1:time>. She looks towards Abhay. There is a smile on his face. Is this due to a dream or is he still thinking about her, she wonders. She gets down from the bed as quietly as possible. Abhay shrugs as she tries to pull herself out from his arms and his smile disappears momentarily, but quickly he returns to his blissful state. That smile is too mesmerizing for Jas. She has never felt like that before. She watches Abhay sleeping for some more time then she turns towards the window. The cool summer wind is giving her a gentle shiver. Slowly she picks linen from the hotel floor and wrapped it on her body and hugging herself she starts walking towards the window and pulling her neck up, she allows the breeze to play with her hairs and memories starts clustering her mind. Today is Abhay’s birthday and tonight was her gift to him.</span></p> <span id="fullpost"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Jas is not her real name. She adopted Jas from Jasvinder, her real name. Right from her adolescence she was aware of her beauty. She never had problems in making friends. Abhay was just a normal character in the college but good in studies. Naturally, Jas was not even aware of Abhay’s existence in the college. After college, Jas felt a pang of reality. With beauty, companies were also looking for qualifications. But in the end she managed to get a decent job. There she met Payal. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Payal was also in her college, studious but not happening, the kind Jas and her gang always target for their pranks. Here, she was Jas’s only acquaintance. So Jas and Payal started spending time together. Payal helped her Jas out with everything leaving behind the pranks of college days. Payal and Abhay were very good friends and may be, Payal was having feeling for him. Abhay immediately recognized Jas and after sometime Jas also realized that Abhay was a nice guy. She thought of stealing Abhay from Payal and this did not turn out to be very difficult as Abhay had a secret crush on Jas in his college days. Deceived and lost, Payal moved to different city and different company leaving Abhay totally for Jas. Jas was used of girls loosing to her. But this time she felt emptiness inside Abhay though she managed to keep him allured by her beauty. Jas had never thought that she would fall for a guy like Abhay and now mere thought of losing Abhay make her desperate. Love do make people better. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">So she always tries to make him happy and today she tried whatever she could. She looked towards Abhay again, still sleeping and still smiling. She smiles back but then her face stiffens. Memories of Payal are haunting her today. At this moment she feels a unique connection with her, feels her like sisters. She can feel her pain today. Tears of guilt and sorrow, roll down her cheeks. She knows she has lost Abhay, just like Payal did. Payal lost to Jas’s beauty and this time Jasvinder has lost to Jas’s beauty. She starts crying for herself. Payal has a chance as Jas will not be there everytime but for Jasvinder….<span style=""> </span>she always have to compete against Jas’s beauty and most probably she will lose everytime. <o:p></o:p></p> </span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-85974175228347023822008-01-01T17:08:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:14:02.579+05:30Adieu 2007<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">It is said that everyone salutes the rising sun but they are wrong. The title for this blog is ‘Adieu 2007’ and not ‘Welcome 2008’. The sun for 2007 has set (In every corner of Earth). About 37 million heart beats and 5.3 million breathes (we really work hard, just for our survival) accounts for what… one year (2007)… which is gone and in return we have some lawful and unlawful assassinations, people dying every second (and those who are not dead, are busy making this place worse), war for peace, politicians talking and soldiers dying and common folks suffering, jealousy hatred and reality shows. Surprisingly our earth is still standing on its axis. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span id="fullpost"><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">I don’t know how history will remember 2007. I don’t even know how long this history will remain. Time is so powerful that this vast universe will also perish someday fighting against it. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">With each year, month, day … moment we get closer to death, still we celebrate things like ‘New Year’. Try to remember <st1:date year="2007" day="1" month="1">the 1<sup>st</sup> Jan, 2007</st1:date>. How you hoped, you wished for all happiness and joy but it did not work. It is not supposed to work. Bet! This year would be the same. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">So much pain, so much suffering, so much sadness. Then, why there is so much fuss, why we do not accept our fate and wait for the inevitable. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>If you try to find the answer you will not succeed. You can only forget this question. Hope… it is a very small and fragile thing to have yet it is the only thing worth having. Whether we wanted this or not but this is our life. Now it is up to us, what we are going to do with it… smile towards it or sulk over it. The darkness is huge, but a ray will do. Even the best of friends will not stay with us forever. We all are on our own here. They can only help if we try. You can always find reasons to be depressed but most of the time it is just lack of our sensibility. I have seen people who have suffered (in true sense) have a more zest and respect towards life.<span style=""> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">The sun is rising again. Let’s make every moment count.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Look more towards people who love you than people whom you love. I love you all (atleast i will try to but only together we can succeed.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Welcome 2008</span></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-75553468777999421172007-12-08T17:32:00.002+05:302009-02-11T15:31:02.597+05:30To Whom It May Concern (2)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />Not much changed in last one year so the title continues to be same. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >(<a href="http://tanabana.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-whomever-it-may-concern.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">last year edition)</span></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >---------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><br /> </div><span id="fullpost"><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">My dear,</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I love you. Yes, I love you and I would like you to consider on my proposal. I know this decision is going to be very crucial for you, so I intend to help in every possible way. I know you are single and you know me and you like me, so the only logical thing which can come to your mind, is the possibility of a happy future life, taking into consideration the good and the bad things associated with me and you will start mulling over it. On the other hand, I do not intend to make this letter a long one so I am leaving the good points, which leaves us with bad points, thankfully they are not many.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Not so good looking (Ok, I don’t want any comments on that </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/09.gif" />)<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well I think this is good because no other girl will try to steal me from you.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># I cannot take care of myself. My room and habits are all messy.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">For this I will need you forever. I cannot live without you for a single day. (I need you because I love you)<br /><o:p></o:p><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># I am not stylish.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Means I am not wasting much money. You can buy your diamonds (ROFL, one diamond in one lifetime) with that and personally I would feel happier if you say that diamond is your best friend or if I see you giggling with your diamond instead of some other guy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >And I haven’t traveled much yet but I like seeing new places so one thing assured, is that I will take you on vacations regularly. And I do not drink. After 40, mostly men party for drinking and as I don’t, so my friends won’t be inviting me much for parties and I will be at your service, totally. And I am a good learner. If you can teach me in some interesting way </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""><img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/03.gif" /> , I can learn a lot.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> Woohoo. Amazing. You are getting much more you thought you can ever get and you can see that I have good sense of humour. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Many things will change in life but I will not stop loving you.</span> And one more thing, in this ‘pati-vrata’ (although a dying trend) Indian girl mentality, chances are high that I can find another girl who is totally devoted to me but where can you find another such boy. Just kidding</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""><img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/03.gif" /></span></span></div></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-67030373909174230752007-12-04T14:57:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:15:36.654+05:30Tag # 2<span id="fullpost"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />I am thinking about</span>: Manythings, one of them is how to improve my blog template.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said</span>: Beware of your wishes, they might be granted.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I want to</span>: Play and run and laugh and scream.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wish</span>: To make the world a better place to live. [:P hehehehe]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I regret</span>: I do manythings which other might think as waste of time and energy. [Bhagwan dusro ko budhi do :P, aur mujhe sad-budhi]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I hear</span>: PC running and people talking.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am</span>: an intelligent idiot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I dance</span>: :O. never<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I sing</span> : Almost as good as cacaphonix.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I cry</span>: In the rain.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am not</span>: You.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I write</span>: Because it is challenging for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I confuse</span>: With almost everything.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I need</span>: what everyone else needs, acceptance.<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style="">#If you reading this line, you are <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">tagged</span>.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;">#Deepshikha<br /><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-9881812620818089362007-12-04T14:24:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:16:20.506+05:30Tag # 1<span id="fullpost"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Tagged by <a href="http://devils-advocate-silky.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag.html">Deepshikha</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">One thing about the person who sent u this</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">She makes awesome chocolates<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(can we have more?)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">One thing U hate in urself</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">To name one, I think a lot…. Sochta jyada hu.. jeeta kam hu ;)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(yeh dialogue suna suna lag raha hai)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two things u'd do by </span><st1:city style="font-weight: bold;"><st1:place><span style="">ur</span></st1:place></st1:City><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> next birthday</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Get driving license<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#My daily blog will have 150 posts<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(Pretty easy targets… kar lena)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Two things u want to have been changed by </span><st1:city style="font-weight: bold;"><st1:place><span style="">ur</span></st1:place></st1:City><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> birthday</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#My location (I should seriously think about this because my flat mates will move out anyway)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Drama in reality shows<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(Impossible, I m not sure about the first one though)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three things u could say to the kid who worships u</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Listen and don’t watch me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#I am more than you think. ;)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Grow up!!! :D<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(waise yeh bachhe hai kaha :O )<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three things for your soul</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Is it true that you are immortal<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#What I, or rather You, were in last birth<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#This is my(your) birth number …… ??<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Four things for an Ideal lover</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">#Love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(rest follows… I know I know, I got carried away)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Four things that u have and will give me ….</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Hahahaha… u really want them??<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># My wit<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># My time<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># My Advice<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># My Ideas<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">(Still want anything… ?? :d)</span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Five things u hate in others</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># Inferiority Complex<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># Treating someone in a manner in which that person, himself, would not like to treated.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># Bullying someone who is already scared. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""># Prejudice<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Smoking <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Five things u r scared of</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Misfortune<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># My anger<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Free fall<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Boredom<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Heights<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style="">(list me aur bahut kuchh hai… )<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Six under known facts about u</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># I generally don’t lie<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Can flirt<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Have a nice aim<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># I have no gf and never had any..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># I get angry too often <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># I am more than you I am.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style="">(Sach ke alawa kuchh nahi)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Six things u want the world to say about u</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style="">(Toughest one, because mujhe khud nahi pata mujhe kya chahiye)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""># Whatever they feel in reality. Jhooti barai se karwa sachh better hai *sigh*<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in;"><span style="">If you reading this line, you are <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">tagged</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-22133278924368451942007-09-24T19:59:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:20:57.853+05:30Some Guy I know<div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Everyone is special in his own way. But then there is something called general opinion. Fortunately or unfortunately, I met a lot of above normal people. To name a few:</p><span id="fullpost"><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Praveen: who can give complex to even his superiors/seniors</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Avinash: everyone wants to be with you and even want to be like you. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Srinivas: one of the most popular characters of IIT Kharagpur</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Biswadeep: put him in any group and he will be accepted as most responsible in the lot</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Sunasir: cracked CAT without studying</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Anurag: quizzing wizard and not aware of his own potential</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Abhishek: silent assassin</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Debprotim: industrial department stud</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Saurabh: became famous in his final year at IIT Kharagpur and now recognized stud.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Rohit: Genius</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Joydeep: Happy go lucky. His lady luck is too strong.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Niladri: Don't ever study with him.He will score decently and you will fail.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Shahid: Engineer by destiny artist by choice</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Santa: Awarded medal from Indian Mining Society for his 'outstanding contribution to mining industry' plus he can beat me in nfs 5.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Vinay: who needs to be intelligent when you look so great... just kidding.. he is intelligent too<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">…..</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Well, it is not important to write all the names (anyway these names don’t require my recognition or credit in my blog). And also they are not special because they are my friends. But leave them. Stories are also always woven, songs are always sung for extra-ordinary people. In all these story of common man is left behind probably because we all know it too well. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">But today’s tale is about a simple guy, some guy I know. I spent my four year with him, 4 long years. I know him too well. He can be read easily like an open book. He bugs everyone a lot even for his small decisions. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">“Kya jee yeh thik rahega?”.. his very typical dialog … “HAAN BABA… THEEK RAHEGA”… used to be my nth response.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">But what he lacks elsewhere, he makes it up by his immense zeal. <span style=""> </span>Whatever he wants he eventually get it. Not because he is lucky but because he will keep trying for it for it.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />His enthusiasm is unparalleled. Very recently he fell in love. Someone built Taj for his beloved what does he do? What makes his love story so special? Nothing!!</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />Once a monthly recharge of Rs 300 was enough to cover his mobile bills but now he requires a recharge of 300 every alternate day. So he talks a lot with his girl, must be good in talking with girls. No! He is a very shy person and all credit goes to that girl who tolerate him (yes in the beginning it is irritating but then you get used and he is addictive). One day he was talking with her and he thought he should meet her. That evening, he set to <st1:city><st1:place>Jabalpur</st1:place></st1:city> (1313 km from <st1:city><st1:place>Bangalore</st1:place></st1:city>) without any preplan and reservation to propose her. He spent less than 10 hrs with her there. Funny guy. Is the same person who used to be confused even on smallest decision? Probably this is love. I give lectures to others on love but he just awed me. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />So friends! Here I present Amit Anand, his simplicity is his specialty. And for this Amit Anand, today I, legendary and ‘mahan’ Bhav bow in front of you. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />BTW, he plays flute. Check my orkut video or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_48i13LdpdU">this link</a>.</p><br /><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"></p><a href="http://ifinditinteresting.blogspot.com/">Keep checking my daily blog.</a></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-76498816208689008442007-02-27T13:09:00.000+05:302007-02-27T13:27:55.522+05:30Happy Holi!!<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Yesterday while searching for Holi pictures, I came across the most amazing picture. It seemed</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">to be ordinary in the first glimpse. In the picture one couple was trying to color each other. The</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">girl in the picture was smiling and she was busy in coloring her beloved. Her face was slightly tilted away towards left giving the feel of shyness. Both hands on the face of her boyfriend’s face</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">trying to color him so well that not only his face but his soul also get colored. The guy (like a typical boy) had a mixed expression of eagerness and irritation. Girls have this habit of rubbing</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">colors again and again to their loved ones while boys are more interested in other girls. After all your girl friend/wife will always be there for you,</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">holi is the occasion which can be utilized. “Burana mano holi hai”. Ahh! I like this festival.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Anyway, let’s come back to that picture. So what was so special about it? Both the people involved in this picture were blind. They can’t even see the colors. God in His own wisdom has</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">not given them what we called is the most wonderful thing… SIGHT. But instead He has given the .. SPIRIT. How unlucky we would we if we lack this jest. That picture made my day and so I</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">decided to share it with you fine people. May this festival bring out all the colors for you. I have borrowed the seven colors from rainbow but the most important color is love and you have to find it within yourself.</span> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">H</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">A</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">PP</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Y</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">H</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">O</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">L</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">!!!!</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="DE"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Holi song for all of you...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"mere rang me rangne wali.. pari ho ya ho..pario ki rani"</span><br /><span style="" lang="DE"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-1169470536638716432007-01-22T18:17:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:22:23.720+05:30Fa(il)ling in love<o:p></o:p>He is standing on the tallest building around. In spite of all measures taken by security department, he managed to get on the top of this 500 m tall building and he is about to JUMP. He is unaware of the surroundings, it is dark both inside and outside. He has lost his love, his only love and all his hopes. He loves her more than anything and after 2 years of relationship, she said “Sorry, we don’t have any future together”. Stunned and this came out of his mouth unconsciously “What! I don’t understand, what went wrong”. Her immediate reply was “Exactly! This is your problem. You never understand”. He let her go at that time, but he pledged that he would make her understand, how much he loved her and no one else can love her more than him. He cried; people showed sympathy. Tired of other sympathy, he started smiling, keeping his sorrow inside; people thought he had forgotten her. All this has led him to this moment – On top of this building. <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <span id="fullpost"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">He says his final words to her “Good bye” and jumped. Chilly wind starts hitting his face, forcing him to close his eyes. The falling sensation is making his body numb. In 10 seconds he is going to hit the ground. What he has missed was the air drag which has increased considerably by his open arms and loose clothes. He starts thinking about her. He is sure that she will feel sad; he wants to make her sad for leaving him so that she can realize that she did a mistake. A smile appears on his face. His conscience replied “Is this what you call LOVE”. He argued logically. But at that last moment he is not able to cheat his conscience. Why not! Cheating own conscience is the easiest thing to do. For the first time, he not only forgives her but instead he is feeling guilty. One thought leading to another and in those 5 seconds his whole life flashed in his mind. He hated all those who were unfair to him. But then there were many instances when he was unfair. His eyes are still closed but there is light now. The meaning of love and friendship are clearer than ever. He remembers the kindness shown to him, which he has often overlooked. Love is not in life time commitment, it is in moments. She cannot marry him does not mean that she does not love him anymore. She does. Being together is not everything and if it is everything he already has 2 years of it. If those 2 years means nothing then probably after spending 50 years together he will think like this only. Love is when and what you feel. He cannot die. He has to live for those people who love him. His mind is totally clear now. In the beginning he has opened his arms in submission but now his arms are open to embrace. His face calm and eyes still closed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But he is falling. Falling at very high speed. This falling seems familiar. He has seen himself falling many a times in his dreams. His eyes still closed. And he is thinking “It has to be dream and now his eyes will open and he will find himself lying on bed.. and from tomorrow, he will set everything right. Actually everything is already right. Only his mind was full of anxiety which was getting projected in the real life and now that is all gone……………………………” THUD!!</p> </span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-1163966642615367782006-11-20T01:30:00.002+05:302009-02-11T15:31:42.458+05:30To whomever it may concern<span style=" Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:12pt;">Height of flirting: To write a love letter with title to whomever it may concern. But it is not exactly like this. Actually I wanted to write a love-letter but I have no one to write to so I preferred this title. And, moreover I don’t want to break any heart, so let it be like this only. Again! You people are wrong, jiska naam likhta dil ushka tut-ta.<br /><br /><br /></span> <span id="fullpost"><p class="MsoNormal">Hi </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;">For quite a few days, I wanted to say you something. But I was not able to structure my feeling in words and secondly I was not sure about your response. So going by the age-old method, I am lettering this to you. I never thought that I will ever do it, but now today I am going to do it. Hey! Wish me luck.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;">From the day we met, I liked a lot of things about you. I liked your sense of humour, your style, your dressing sense even the pictures you put in your avatars at different places. I used to think that I like you only because of all these. I liked thinking about you all the time. In every moment I used to think if you would have been here how you would have reacted. Even while watching movies, commercial or cricket match, I always wished you to be with me. I used to think your funny comments would have made it more interesting. At sad moments also I used to think that your words can inspire me. I used to think that I want to be with you because you are interesting and inspiring.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;">Then, one day I was thinking of some joke [that too to tell you] I remembered a really stupid joke. The joke goes like this- <span style="font-style: italic;">Santa singh goes to doctor and told him that every bone in his body is broken. Doctor asked “tell me exactly which bone”. Santa pressed his index finger to his thigh and told see it hurts, so thigh bone is broken, then he pressed his index finger to hand bone and said it hurts too, so it is broken too and likewise he repeated this process and he concluded that all his bones are broken. Then the doctor replied “Stupid, you index finger is broken”.</span> Until that day, I used to think it as a stupid joke of stupid Santa singh. But that day I realized if we think as metaphor this is not really a stupid joke. Many a times we fail to realize the most obvious thing. I suddenly realized that day well it not the whole body it is just the finger .. means it is not everything you do or put I like. Actually it is the finger i.e. you. I like all these because you do it. It struck me like an arrow but suddenly everything was making more sense… so much sense.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;">From that day everything changed. Life became more beautiful. I tried to say everything to you. May be I said and you heard it too. I don’t think that you are the most beautiful girl on this planet; I just think you are more beautiful than the most beautiful girl in the world and I feel it in my heart, in my eyes and in my mind everywhere. I want you to give me the permission to buy everything you want in this life [of course as much we can afford]. You may think like that you are not so stupid to accept me as your life partner. But who told you that wise people never make mistakes. Equally not every time fools make mistakes. For once, be a fool do this foolish thing and I assure you that you won’t regret it. If ever there was a reason I had already forgotten it and now I don’t know why but I love you and I will love you evermore.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;">Just be mine. I long for your company, your touch, your voice but right now I am waiting for your answer. Take your time but please don’t take too long to decide because I am holding my breath. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1in;"> </p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com76tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-1157436397499499672006-09-05T10:56:00.002+05:302009-02-11T15:36:48.664+05:30Kolkata: This weekend<div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p>Ok, I want to write something in my blog. I want to write something, anything. There are many topics in my head [knock knock… yes they are there]. But it is always hard to break the silence. Forget all this… there are many issues like.. I know I have to change my blog template.. I want to write about my final days at Kharagpur, my childhood and about beginning of this new phase in my life. Instead of all this I am writing about two general things. First about <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kolkata</span> [there is better sites to get information about this city] and second about my <span style="font-weight: bold;">this weekend</span> [there is no twist and turn in my life and here in this city I have spend most of the time at three vertices of a triangle- Office, Flat and City Centre]. </div><span id="fullpost"><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>This is my 7<sup>th</sup> year and second innings in Kolkata. These two phases are completely different. Only thing in common is me… ok two things Kolkata. Enough about Kolkata, lets talk about my weekend. Saturday “Lage Raho Munnabhai” then lunch then afternoon nap, evening tv, computer games and then dinner and then finally at 2.30 am to bed. Good night. [what!! This much only.. nothing special]. I told you, I am writing about two general things. Ok now back to Kolkata. Many people don’t like Kolkata. Some think that Kolkata does not deserve to be a Metropolitan. For me I like Kolkata most among all the metros and A1 cities [why??? Err… I have never been to any other metro]. Kolkata once called “City of <st1:city><st1:place>Joy</st1:place></st1:city>” is now considered to be a dying city by many.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Like all other metro, it has a lot of shopping complexes and multiplexes, science city, aquatica and many other fun joints. I feel what makes Kolkata different than other cities is its culture and its people… BENGALIS. Now I am not a believer of fact that “Bengalis are more affable” nor I believe that they are “annoying and argumentative”. I just think [being a good student of statistics ..Ahem Ahem] that like any random population it is a mix of good and bad people. But their love for their culture is amazing and Kolkata can never be a dying city because Bengali carry this city in their hearts. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">City Centre is the best multiplex as per me. It is has lots of space, some good snack joints and one Inox. Food in pizza hut, kfc, restaurants is all same as other places but food in road side is definitely bong’s favorite and I like Bengali food. I like fish, I like rice. [fish and rice comprises half of Bengali menu]. Transport is cheaper in Kolkata than other places and working class in ruder [both thanks to government]. Huge traffic, but at least a bit saner [only somewhat]. Saltlake, where I live, is a newly developed suburb of Kolkata. Now many companies are opening up offices here - fuelling a demand for more residential and office space and with constant pace this city is also growing [So no scene of dying city anyway]. The heart of city is the older part of the city that is central Kolkata. Oh I almost forgot about my weekend. Ok so Sunday. No movie.. nothing special to do. My flat mates Biswadeep and Javed were planning to go out with Reecha and Madhurima [same company]. Apparently they all had some work and they asked me care to come.. I said “Why not”. In spite of my long stay at Kolkata I have never seen much of it. Kolkata and my weekend are coming together.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Now I have heard and read about girl’s shopping, and I always thought that guys exaggerate this. But sadly I was going to know this in hard way that not all hearsay is an overstatement. We three guys were as usual a little late and girls were on time [after all we are talking about shopping]. So they move ahead and we planned to meet them at Crossword [suggested by Madhurima]. It was nearly 12 and we three were very hungry. Crossword seems to be a strange name for a restaurant but I am already been deceived once [there is one restaurant named caught and bowled and I thought it is a bowling alley]. Taxi, in Sunday traffic took about 50 minutes to reach Crossword from city centre. Javed spotted Reecha in Crossword [certainly it does not look like a restaurant]. All I can see, were books but I don’t loose hope that easily. There must be place to sit and eat inside. Just my worst fears [ok I exaggerated] come true when I stepped inside and realized this is actually a book store. But, actually a very good bookstore. Nice collection, great ambience and some cute faces around. But still I am hungry. I pleaded to Reecha “Jaldi karo”. Her reply was “ Aise bologe to kaise chalega … abhi to aye hai” [remember this dialogue.. you all be hearing this a lot in your lifetime]. Even hungry bhav liked that place. So many good books. Biswa bought a book for his mother [he hardly took 10 mins]. Reecha and Madhurima took another hour to select their books. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Well by this time, all were hungry and we were looking for restaurant. It is said a desperate being usually make a bad decision. We did the same mistake. We ushered into the first restaurant we were able to see. Not so good food [End of story]. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">It was a fine sunny day. But suddenly rain started and we went inside one posh saree store. I took Biswa’s mobile and started playing car race. Yupiee I made two new records and the girls find nothing good enough to buy. By now it was raining hard and it was decided that we to go Metro-Plaza [another shopping mall]. I was amazed how quickly girls collect information about the shopping centers. In 20 minutes we reach there.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Time nearly <st1:time hour="15" minute="0">3 pm.</st1:time> One hour passed. By this time I have seen the entire metro plaza. I came back to my group. Reecha was looking for a pair of shoes. She was all alone and yet unaware of that [because she was totally engrossed in shopping]. She tried all the shops in the shopping center and she liked just one pair of shoe. But it was not available in her size. She tried many [in which I also suggested some], but she was saying this is not perfect [how come only girls know what is perfect, how they realize the perfection]. I was surprised to see that girls actually see in mirror that how the shoe fits. C’mon! You can see how the shoes in your feet look by our own eyes. Just to help Reecha I said that I have been working with you for 80 days now and I have never noticed your shoe or sandals [Encouraging words… still they were not enough]. Meanwhile I liked one Greek Goddess type dress which on display outside a store and I made 2 new records [car race]. Madhurima has bought something.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">So finally at <st1:time hour="17" minute="0">5 pm</st1:time> we were leaving around 500 pairs of unwanted shoes and metro plaza. Javed left at this time, and we four head to Esplande. We took Metro. Now metro is something which is pride of Kolkata. <st1:city><st1:place>Delhi</st1:place></st1:city> has metro too but Kolkata metro being the first metro is <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region> was built with love and pride and it can be seen too. Esplanade is always crowded but today it was much more than the usual. Ohh. We forgot that Puja is coming. Another thing, which makes Kolkata special in this time. <span style=""> </span>Bata now and once again Bata failed to please Reecha. Madhurima was looking for Shirts. Rain was making things more difficult. Madhurima bought a couple of shirts on Biswa’s suggestion. I think she was getting tired now, so she was quick.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Then we moved for Shreeleathers store. My god!! There is a queue outside this store and a very long one. People are entering in a queue. Strangle me to death but I won’t enter this store. Then we entered a smaller shopping complex. This place is also too crowded. It was hard to breathe there but the usually slow girls were really fast and I and Biswa were the one who were lagging behind. Finally we found a shoe store there too. Reecha was finally found her perfect pair of shoes [really strange how these girls realize that is something is perfect]. It was <st1:time hour="18" minute="30">6.30 pm</st1:time> now but totally worth it. Reecha was explaining to me that her why she took so much time in selecting one shoe [incomprehensible for me]. Really Girls have perfected the art of shopping and they are the best. BEST. [in shopping]. All were very tired by now. We decided to return [Oh! I now remember.. why I came today with Biswa. He told me this place called “Coffee house” serves some great chicken sandwiches]. So after all this I am not getting the sandwich. I don’t like this majority wins rule. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Near Sovabazar, while waiting for auto, I saw one an old house. That house made me think. What this house must have seen in all these years. 50 years back it must have seen that broad road being built [which is now not all able to sustain all the traffic at rush hours]. Kids at that time must have clapped when they used to see a car from their windows and now people living in this house must have got the habit of hearing loud because of the traffic noises. Anyway, we got auto soon. Like this Kolkata, this world, even the universe [see what happened to <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1930661.cms">Pluto</a>] and our lives are changing.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">If you still reading this line --<span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">></span></span> Thank you. And I had a great day thanks to Madhurima, Reecha, Biswa and Javed. <o:p></o:p></p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15421927.post-1147024793650145212006-05-07T23:27:00.001+05:302009-02-11T15:34:13.823+05:30tagged again!!<p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="webdings" class="MsoNormal">Tagged by Curiosity<br /><br /></p> <span id="fullpost"> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.<br />[I have to get up.. <span style=""> </span>ahhh] Notice there are two embedded double quotes in the string.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.<br />Everything I need for next 12 hrs is there. </p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What is the last thing you watched on TV?<br /><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region> <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Pakistan</st1:place></st1:country-region> Match</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Without looking, guess what time it is?<br />10.15 pm</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?<br />10.41 pm</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?<br />Thank God!! Nothing </p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*When did you last step outside? What were you doing?<br />For dinner about 2 n half hour ago</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Before you started this survey, what did you look at?<br />My blog (New) template</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What are you wearing?<br />Full t shirt n 3/4<sup>th</sup> …or whatever it is called.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Did you dream last night?<br />Yes. Had a very weird dream.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*When did you last laugh?<br />In the evening.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What is on the walls of the room you are in?<br />Spiders and their infinite webs.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Seen anything weird lately?<br />Yeah. The dream.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What do you think of this quiz?<br />Easy going ……so a good one.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What is the last film you saw?<br />V for Vendetta. Remember Remember the fifth of November.<br />BTW V is for Voice too.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?<br />I will spend it in such a way so that I and others can be happy.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">* Tell me something about you[me] that I[who tagged me] dunno.<br />You know almost nothing about me. First thing first. I am not a very creative person.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?<br />I would change… I would change EVERYTHING.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Do you like to dance?<br />No!! </p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*George Bush<br />……………Ahhhh</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?<br />Too early..yaar. Yeh sab sochne ka time nahi hai.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?<br />Hahahaha…. </p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*Would you ever consider living abroad?<br />Yes. But for 3 4 years.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?<br />Yaha chaos mat machana. You did enough back there.</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">*I tag<br />Samiran<br />Avinash<br />Saurabh<br />Athena<br />Megha<br />Chandu<br />Sunasir<br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Whoever designed this tag must be an Indian living in US of A.</p></span>Voicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02691985661099575595noreply@blogger.com23