tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45959271413819819292024-03-14T14:41:09.817+05:30Mind outIt always takes awfully long time to understand unbelievably simple things.rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-32034824390358635352014-11-19T11:16:00.001+05:302014-11-19T11:43:35.974+05:30..Life on Highway..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">Hello
Everybody!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"> It’s been long long time…. How are you all doing? I am good. Life
has changed. Taken many turns, rather steep ones! Just wanted to share bits of
stories from my side. In the month of May'14 I had a role change in my company. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">Well
the job description is like: I am technical service person of the Diesel
vehicles, to which my company provides ancillaries. Shall share some details in
course of this article.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">I
am a mechanical engineer and prior to my job rotation I was a part of my
company’s manufacturing unit, responsible for product quality.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">My
new job profile is much broader compared to the earlier profile, as now not only
I have to concentrate on a particular product, but need to have overview of almost
the whole vehicle.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">1st vehicle I worked upon was a Nissan Ashok Leyland Technologies’: Partner . It
was a new vehicle that came to plant for service-training(that’s giver to field technicians
and service managers, when a project gets On-road). </span></span></div>
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Someone asked ' kaisa lag raha hai' . I said ‘ bohot maaza aa raha hai’..he somewhat twisted his face n said 'huh...field k gadi me na, kuch bhi dikhayi bhi ni
dega'.... so started my journey as a ' gadi ka mistri' as u can also say....!<br />
The case I shared above was during my training session after which I was selected as a
member of field competency team for eastern india. <br />
The common rail diesel system is relatively new in India. So OEMs(Original Equipment manufacturers) are
cautious. .<br />
My first trip*as an intern* was with my boss to Kolkata(my hometown) for training AL service managers and
associates. As my usual nature I was very very tensed. I went through all the material and documents that I managed to get.
The session was better than my expectation!<br />My next trip was planned to Guwahati for giving training on diagnostics and technical details of a particular project. I was still working in my previous
job profile, as my earlier
boss did not release me in such a short notice. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">The following month I had to spend in my previous profile only closing the open
points. <br />
On may 4th started forBangalore. <br />
After almost a month of rigorous training sessions both classroom and practical
was finally allowed to leave for my final destination: kolkata. ... though the
thought of getting dropped
at the field made me
procrastinate and tensed, yet I was excited as well as tired enough to put my
feet at my home ground. !</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I myself had rarely heard of or seen girls in vehicle service team, and
here they send me as the technical ‘expert’ solving the critical issues, that
the technicians are not able to solve.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I was provided with a number of hi-tech instruments and gadgets.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I started going to field for attending problems, for solving the issues.
For Light commercial vehicles, Passenger cars things are different as in users
the concerned about their vehicle and want it to be oK at the earliest. In case
of Heavy commercial vehicles : trucks , tippers issues are different. Before attending
the second type of vehicles I truly had some adrenaline rush…I have never been
on truck before. And now there I am to take the 30tonner/40 tonner trucks on
trial during investigation!(well, I don’t drive.) I sit up there, inside the
truck with my instruments attached with the sensors and actuators, monitoring
the values I need. And often dictating the driver to accelerate or to press brake or
drive as he does normally. All these trials generally we do on highways with flyovers, where
we can try achieving the maximum rpm! Its exciting, its fascinating…. Though I
am a mechanical engineer I really never thought I would end up in such a job
and moreover that I will like it!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Even when I go inside the service centers, I only try to concentrate on
the case I am attending, not the surrounding that may be often distracting. Safety
is often a concern for my parents, but as my company provides me a car and a
known driver, I try to keep that part at bay.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I meet different people (while on field or over phone) coming from
different background, the truck driver, the service technician the manager of
the OEM. Many of them openly express their shocks seeing a girl in this service
field.Ladies of my acquaintance often cannot actually realize what I do or rather how I do.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Training these people is also a part of my profile. When some new
project is launched. I really don’t know or think whats in store for me in
longtem future. At present I like my job and its actually a long way to go and
vast things, still to learn.</span></span></span></div>
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rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-51568814050351839532012-03-08T21:20:00.000+05:302012-03-08T21:20:44.212+05:30Helllo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">First of all, a big Hello to one and all.<br />
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How are you?<br />
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Well, life for me has changed a lot, than what it was,at the time of my last post(yeah I know, it was ages back!)....<br />
[Somehow, I have the feeling my English writing skills have degraded with time, without the habit of writing ]<br />
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I have shifted to Maharashtra, with a new job, without family.<br />
And unlike my belief, I survived for almost 2 and a half months now!<br />
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Hoping to start posting and following you thoroughly again,soon.<br />
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N.B: This post is for and because of one my dear co-blogger Divsi.<br />
Hope to see you(your posts, I mean) soon...:)</div>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-43824966907503109232010-11-16T22:24:00.001+05:302010-11-16T22:25:51.492+05:30Awake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6umj0PmWuKbBnUaZIrMhSZEdPZm1ILcAk_YuGpwiFGmHH_Wjao3wdP9f4kOiTW4EE4_mFGgJdQsXK2LkWB9RdYYmB8PMYQeKW1woYvIzlgE2vfrLWWOUK3ryYkHoBaf5k-jaLwVpUhka/s1600/g3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6umj0PmWuKbBnUaZIrMhSZEdPZm1ILcAk_YuGpwiFGmHH_Wjao3wdP9f4kOiTW4EE4_mFGgJdQsXK2LkWB9RdYYmB8PMYQeKW1woYvIzlgE2vfrLWWOUK3ryYkHoBaf5k-jaLwVpUhka/s320/g3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Today, 16th November ’10 I took a vital decision, rather I had some strange realizations. It wouldn’t have been written by me if by any chance the case was just ‘reverse’. How reverse and meaning of this ‘reverse’ will be clear in course of time. For that much period patience of the readers and mine too are expected. At the end I may not end up writing this, may not end up publishing this, may not bother to move according to the ‘changed decision’ even! Never mind, after a long time writing so….. forgive that much of nuisance.!<br />
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Still last night 11p.m I was very much OK with my ‘previous decision’ of fleeing away after having a safe amount of monetary deposit and clearing all mental blocks and pillars!<br />
But last night talking with someone on the topic of being truant, suddenly I realized how horrible it really will turn out to be for my parents and loved ones. My parents, who 'made' me in all senses and literally brought back from death, what will happen to them!<br />
I had the idea of ‘vanishing’ one day without anyone letting know anything, without carrying any single stuffs from my home/room/family/friends.<br />
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Can it really be possible? I myself am a part of them.<br />
How can I ignore my presence, their presence in me! Did I do so? Do I do so? Or will I do that?<br />
I donno at this moment. <b>This professional life has made me feel the word ‘care’.</b><br />
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Here most of ‘them’ don’t care about their work properly, and ‘caring’ about ‘others’ is totally out of question. Previously I used to think myself rude; coming at workplace I realized, how rude the rest of the world ‘actually’ is! So, far I have been rude with those people (especially 2) who perhaps love me the most on earth. But rest of the world is rude to the one, whom they don’t know even! Am I insane? Or they are mature?<br />
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Suddenly amidst this rude and cruel world the thought of moving away , getting ‘vanished’ from the vicinity of my loves shook something inside me.<br />
Can I really do that?<br />
Do I really need to do that?<br />
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I wonder!<br />
Am I fleeing away from life?<br />
Am I afraid to face the battle ahead?<br />
I have never been a coward!<br />
But I ended up making all the decisions like a coward.<br />
I became all, what I hated.<br />
I chased all what I dreamt!</i></span></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I lost all my prizes.<br />
Am I still sleeping?<br />
Or I am Just Awake!</i></span></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
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<br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Though my first job's formal joining date was April, 19'2010, as the office was not fully ready for joining of the new employees, I joined the office from <b>17</b>th May'10. But 3rd June was my last day at that office.I was not much satisfied there as because most of it were paper work , and it was like a punishment for a mechanical engineer to do those stuffs only through out days,nights,weeks and months.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> My last semester examination was starting from 8th of June[This examination date also got postponed due to the famous 'MUNICIPAL VOTE' Festival.</span>]<br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The sinister(oops. semester.,.!!) ended on 15th June with much tensions and chapped nails[As my last examination was my Elective III-Refrigeration and Air Conditioning, and my head was becoming too jammed with all the wires and coils and graphs.]. Among all this my interview result of another company came out, with my name in the confirmation mail. But as</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">my fate goes, like always - there was small '?' marks on my forehead as beside my name it was written "will be called for another interaction". </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ultimately we were called on 17th June.And after waiting for an hour or so ultimately our turn came, all were given a bunch of forms to fill up, and I was picked up and taken to GM(P & HRD) for 'interaction' with the person</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> under whom I was supposed to be placed. Our medical check ups and all took place and we were given <i>Offer letters</i> that very day , along with the declaration that we were the employees of the company from that day only. We were happy, I was peaceful.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, from that day my job life started in true and proper sense, the way as I consider it.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Professional life --- It's weird, it's good, it's pathetic, it's sympathetic, it's empathetic.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> It's a kind of world, just after the college where I can easily use all the mentioned adjectives together. People are strange- politicians,diplomats, always doing- namby-pamby -ones, jealous ones, zealous one, intimidated ones, dominating ones. I know many of you know this 'real' world', </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">but it's totally a brand new world for me. It's my dream place , yet it's the hard-core reality. I fly here, still I need to fix my feet firmly on the ground to thrive and strive.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today is another '17', I complete Two months of my professional life. It's hectic, yet I like it. It may kill me, yet I live for it.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The person who couldn't stay awake if she didn't have a 8 hrs sleep daily,now works with hardly six and half hours sleep daily. that doesn't matter much, cause she is happy.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">PS: Sorry dear friends and readers for being so late to post this. Hope you can understand the phase of tension, anxiety and currently hectic life that I am going through.</span><br />
<br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Take care.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Have a nice Day.</span>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-75802655079777146802010-05-10T23:29:00.000+05:302010-05-10T23:29:32.488+05:30Just another Story. Part -6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccZWDAXSi4vXzwAXV_juxszVXAlCPuKuOR4KZFqSyepQlKgtLa-5kknMYq3JdtNLghpcwI8CLYtKmZ3FfBmBixJCEUCCO_Ih_vvR5p6uex2a5P-hW0bqaulFHB1wYa6hQiZlwALY-ieLh/s1600/confused___by_mushy_pea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccZWDAXSi4vXzwAXV_juxszVXAlCPuKuOR4KZFqSyepQlKgtLa-5kknMYq3JdtNLghpcwI8CLYtKmZ3FfBmBixJCEUCCO_Ih_vvR5p6uex2a5P-hW0bqaulFHB1wYa6hQiZlwALY-ieLh/s320/confused___by_mushy_pea.jpg" /></a></div><i><b><span style="color: purple;"> CONTINUED FROM:</span></b></i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-1<br />
</a><a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story-part-2.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-2</a><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></i></b><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-another-story-3.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -3</a><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-story-part-4.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -4</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-story-part-5.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-5</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i style="color: #0b5394;">Sorry, dear readers, I was very busy with studies and all, and today found a bit time, because the university has postponed the last semester exam from 14th June to some will-be-announced-soon date.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hope you remember the last part of the story where Anu was sad,as Rishi was harsh, but couldn't express and wrote pages in diary.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A few days passed. Human nature, its unpredictable and uncontrollable. Though fought but</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> couldn't stay apart, couldn't stay far for long without quarreling. After much tears and </span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sweaty nights, they talked to each other.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They talked like they met after ages. They met like they were meeting after decades. They came closer</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and closer. Rishi realised that he couldn't control the attraction. Anu hardly thought and pay heed but couldn't control.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The friendly embraces and touches were no longer such, they were deeper and longer. Still,</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anu continued in her oh-I-hate-love facet, but was not able to resist Rishi whenever he came closer.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> She even didn't feel guilty for it. She dungeoned all the thoughts of so-called-sins and</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">'should not s'. She had the notion: <span style="color: #674ea7;">she was right.<span style="color: black;"> Cause she never lied to Rishi, she never said to</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Rishi that she loved him, but she couldn't resist her to come closer to him. She went closer</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> cause she liked the proximity of their breaths, smell of his air. For her it was pure because she was using herself</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> for the highest reason on earth 'for her good feeling, thats causing harm to none'(somehow her novel-inspired thoughts drove her). Even Rishi had nothing</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> o say against her these idiosyncrasies. But still, she continued to think she was not in love.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The bad news, the good news everything reached Rishi first. Yet nothing in her heart changed.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Among all these some drastic change in her mentality was undergoing due to her family matters.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Her dad was a kind of person, who would blame her mother, if ever Anu dared to say something to him</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> in a high tone. Even when Anu protested against something wrong of his father the same happened,</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> her mother was scolded blamed and abused for daughter's behavior.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> She literally disliked him for his rude, orthodox and bad behaviors towards his family.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anu realised the person in front of her in the mirror has also somehow evolved to be like</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the person whom she disliked so much.She was abashed,shameful and sad.She remembered how she scolds</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and behaves with her siblings and friends, pretty often over pety stuffs.She even realised it</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">was very hard for her to control her temperament, cause it flowed in her blood. She decided to fight it</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and break that shell.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">She even promised herself, she will change and one day will be better than him, and will be able </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to behave with him unlike how he behaves with her.</span></i>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-88301114452970245532010-03-08T20:32:00.000+05:302010-03-08T20:32:58.559+05:30What Is thIs?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNoIHdwf4boxW6v5osLHUKkODJtDwQQMSV6SIN_1PvXfck0vxv-fvQYfMqBRujBc1zvmet9B_Ft3o0z6DQVHJ-XC51bJa6NG6SHLQELcTY90KXwSuEk0Sme1ANH7YKj89uiA9EMJbjESH/s1600-h/anti_reservation_protest_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNoIHdwf4boxW6v5osLHUKkODJtDwQQMSV6SIN_1PvXfck0vxv-fvQYfMqBRujBc1zvmet9B_Ft3o0z6DQVHJ-XC51bJa6NG6SHLQELcTY90KXwSuEk0Sme1ANH7YKj89uiA9EMJbjESH/s320/anti_reservation_protest_3.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I have a grievance .</i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Against??!<br />
Don't know exactly against whom? The country, administration or some selfish dolts?!!<br />
The topic is a much much discussed and a much controversial one though, yet I need to speak a bit on the topic and vent out my thoughts.<br />
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"</i><b style="color: #20124d;">Reservation and quotas</b><i>".<br />
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A particular national level exam has 84 seats out of which 52 are for OBC,18 for SC/ST/PH. So for general candidates '14' seats are allotted. Isn't this an injustice?<br />
Backward classes and all stuffs, yeah I know those things, but are we(general caste people) not important? As far my knowledge goes or normal sense says: Number of general category candidates appearing for exams are considerably more than the number of other class people. Reservation is alright for promoting them,for their progress but more than 80% reservation!!!???<br />
Is it really necessary.?!<br />
This has already caused the increase of corruption among all level of people. People already belonging to these backward classes often take the disadvantages of belonging to these categories.<br />
Reservation was made for the purpose of helping the ones who are unable to progress,who remained veiled by customs made by the 'so-called high castes' of the society, who are economically weaker. But as a result of this reservation thing, even the economically richer ones or non-deserving ones(or both) are getting posted in high posts. Apart from this a number of people who doesn't belong to these classes are making fake certificates for gaining (dis)advantages..!!<br />
Is it right in a developing country like India? Doesn't it retard country's progress all the more?Isn't it a black spot on the name of democracy of a 'sovereign' country, somehow?</i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><br />
Firstly, some non-deserving candidates<b>[point to be noted</b>: I am not saying all are not good, or all doesn't deserve, but some really really doesn't deserve<b>.]</b> without proper knowledge or capability spoil the dignity of the position and secondly, Frustration breeds in other deserving candidates. Most are not determined and dedicated enough like "Rizwan khan" to go to the high authority and claim:<br />
<b>"</b></i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>We deserve</b></span><i><b>"</b>. <br />
<br />
Recently NTPC is recruiting engineers. They are supposed to take 162 mechanical engineers. Well, coming to the main point ,among them : 108 are OBC,36 are general, rest are SC/ST.<br />
IS it really OK? Can this keep on going or this will keep on going?</i></div>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-18161011982034271152010-02-08T10:49:00.000+05:302010-02-08T10:49:49.766+05:30You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYxeX-yCkv_jf_KgbuTAXwYx0NhMGmX5_FV-Qsz565ylvOFtHUTYZtDHekkYIKZme7zmecuc3Waq_wE-eD6hePCmwWUlGhApiD-3BPiQJYj2jtkK_LgDZC2A5ngJdVVGXj4D7Gy4CXEaR/s1600-h/face,b,w,girl,sad,female,portrait-a564348f6c82507aa544368633d06613_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYxeX-yCkv_jf_KgbuTAXwYx0NhMGmX5_FV-Qsz565ylvOFtHUTYZtDHekkYIKZme7zmecuc3Waq_wE-eD6hePCmwWUlGhApiD-3BPiQJYj2jtkK_LgDZC2A5ngJdVVGXj4D7Gy4CXEaR/s320/face,b,w,girl,sad,female,portrait-a564348f6c82507aa544368633d06613_h.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>You are so away.....That<br />
Your smell no more tingle senses,<br />
Though in a crowd often it seems <br />
You are just around...<br />
<br />
But I know you are away...<br />
Light years away,<br />
More away than I<br />
Ever expected you to be.<br />
<br />
Care- I see it everywhere,<br />
I never wished to have it so much.<br />
I don't like them to care,<br />
Yet they do, but <br />
You don't .</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its just like I am in the mid ocean:</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink"!!</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They swear to follow me everywhere,</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You too did, but you broke the promise.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But I don't care whether they'll keep it or not.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Night knows the pain,</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pillows know the tears,</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They cannot consolate, they know.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can consolate, but you don't know.</span></i></div>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-4979618445553397082010-01-19T21:48:00.005+05:302010-05-10T23:30:28.589+05:30Just another Story. Part-5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVudW7Hd1DFYDuNc7Ym3ZpGAoOfsMYtCzEqgf6hLytfabzbbmeUyQiUj6qZEXdIpZumAiqCOT8HsC9gV2HFWAJXkF8RrmPkPh6OQpHrEKOtuO3uD72ut_V0gliOlGrwovmcK2pay8LWIbX/s1600-h/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVudW7Hd1DFYDuNc7Ym3ZpGAoOfsMYtCzEqgf6hLytfabzbbmeUyQiUj6qZEXdIpZumAiqCOT8HsC9gV2HFWAJXkF8RrmPkPh6OQpHrEKOtuO3uD72ut_V0gliOlGrwovmcK2pay8LWIbX/s320/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg" /></a></b></div><b style="color: #741b47;"></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b style="color: #741b47;">CONTINUED FROM:</b></i></span><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span> </span></span></span><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-1<br />
</a><a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story-part-2.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-2</a><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></i></b><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-another-story-3.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -3</a><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-story-part-4.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -4</a><br />
<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Things started getting well. Anu forgetting her momentary discomfort went to see Rishi in hospital whose condition was serious. This was one of the rare times of Anu's life when things didn't worsen. Rishi convalesced soon, somehow may be due to the mental backbone ,that was once again provided by Anu </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">for her best friend. Life became normal for them, though Anu often thought of the future and could never</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> reach any conclusion. For Rishi , future hardly mattered at present, cause at present he was not able to</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> live without 'her' presence anyhow, a single day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Life apparently became like before. Though from Anu's side it was never the same. 'Rishu' was </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">'Rishi' now, 'tere jaisa yara kahaan...' ringtone was removed;which was set for 'Rishu's' calls only.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">She had some problem in accepting the fact of her best friend loving her so madly.Rishi's doings and manners </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">reminded her again and again he loves her, but not just as a 'best friend'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Things were going fine, until Rishi wanted to discuss the fact, that its quiet natural for best friends to fall in love,things turned up in different hues all the more </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">because it was a phone conversation and not face to face.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Rishi(R): See, its nothing bad, its universally accepted that best friends turn best partners.(he was talking not for </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">persuading her to accept the proposal, he was talking just to make things clear)</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anu(A): Please ,I don't want to discuss this topic. I don't care what the universe says. Universe says many things. It only matters what I think.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's a sort of betrayal for me.....(Anu's voice started choking).</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">R: I don't understand what's betrayal over here.....Listen, I thought over this for long time,then only reached the fact that yes I......</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A: Oooo, so you had that intention for long......</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">R: Ahh..as usual you are not getting me. Intentions remain there where girls are targetted..but I never had anything.I liked</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> You in the course of interaction with you... I never started with an intention of approaching you....</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A: I donno, You all are same .I hate you people. just get away from my life. If you need me I'll always be there, and if I need you,</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am enough selfish to ask for that.. so no use now in staying in this 'oh-so-precious-friendship'. I don't bother about.....</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">R: I know you don't bother.I know you can live without those things, but I can't. I know if I move away, you won't be having any trouble. You are </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">strong and brave,I am not. I'll not be able to take it...</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A: (trembling voice,her mind was wandering in search of words).... Am keeping the phone now...</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">R: Lis..........</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ting.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Half an hour later an sms entered Anu's mobile:</span><br />
<br />
"<b style="color: #351c75;">I hve done big mistakes.Sory fr evrything I hve done in past yrs. sorry for not understanding u ever. i'm really a kid, i never undrstood i wud get such behaviour frm u fr my feelings.bt i cnt resist myself doin dt,srry fr dat also. i ws sufring frm d frustrtion ki, none undrstnds me, now dt wil persist.let it be.i m staying where i am,i m ready to face watevr wil b hapning now,nobody cares. i also dnt care.watevr u wanted things wil b like dat,u cary on. <br />
Good luck L...<br />
take care,bye.<br />
Hope u will be happy from now.</b>"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For moments Anu was blank.She could'nt follow up what's going on...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then she smsed rishi,that didn't reach his mobile as it was switched off.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then she opened up her diary and started writing:</span><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Dear diary,happy new year.<br />
You can never be best friends with your best buddy, after you discover he loves you and you don't have such feelings for him. <br />
And it's worse when you cannot explain to him why you can't be best buddies anymore. But it's a fact, you can't be. You can't be that close to him...you can't discuss things as freely as you used to do earlier.<br />
<b>Cause</b>: You start having the basic tendency of avoiding that person as you do to most people who have feelings for you, but you don't have anything for him.<br />
You become conscious while talking,you become more aware whether your words are taken in other ways, whether your attitude, behaviors, words are hurting your 'once' best friend.<br />
You want to gaurd that person from further hurts. But that person takes it otherwise. He understands, you avoid him only for the sake of yourself, for your own peace.<br />
He hardly understands your emotion . That's not his fault . He loves you.But it's really hard to make him understand your cares and feelings, its hard to make him understand you are his<br />
well-wisher from the bottom of your heart. <br />
When you talk about other guys, your marriage and such stuffs, he somewhere gets hurt,immensely hurt, and you can feel it. But he doesn't understand that you do.<br />
Jokes really doesn't help at those times. And its tough to go on like that. You cannot go ahead, you cannot regress. Ahead you can't go as you have someone else in your mind, you can't regress in the fear of hurting him.<br />
I pray none ever falls in this situation. It's not a matter of loosing love, but it's a matter of loosing and hurting your bestest friend. It hurts like hell.<br />
<br />
I chose to walk away from many friends in my life. They were all much beloved of mine, much close to my heart. I loved them all in some way or the other(may be not in the way they wished to be loved).<br />
But I ended up hurting them, which I never wanted to do. They were hurt by me, It was hard for me to accept that particular fact. So I wished they were not hurt any more by me. And so when situations are such , where I can't promise myself that<br />
I'll not be hurting them anymore ,I prefer to move away. I feel sudden death is better than blows in installments. And in these cases where it's pretty sure they will be hurt again in future, I don't dare to take the chance of continuing with them.<br />
They may be sad now, but with time grief will be healed and they will be saved from the worse blow.But they never got the way I love them, never......<br />
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</i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The pages turned mushy with teardrops and inks, and rashes of paper. She got up, washed her face, and decided not to cry again, cause she was right, and one day others will surely understand that.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But she was worried as the Rishi's phone was stil switched off.<br />
That night in her dreams the mighty knight came to bless her with his sword.<br />
<br />
Then:<br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-story-part-6.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -6</a></div>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-84901917145856743052009-12-26T09:25:00.000+05:302009-12-26T09:25:35.517+05:30Have you?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0j8EU0yx-fGuHPbPWKbUQA3utOswx1tzq-ERD60oQMr37cVm4_J0q8lOtp0c6rFKUnveL2SbiproF05sm7u5JaDqCJqp6BId9LKBFmzwHZYoZhPZUarYoUhZ3d0mPYYVmxztHnMmURs4o/s1600-h/questioning1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0j8EU0yx-fGuHPbPWKbUQA3utOswx1tzq-ERD60oQMr37cVm4_J0q8lOtp0c6rFKUnveL2SbiproF05sm7u5JaDqCJqp6BId9LKBFmzwHZYoZhPZUarYoUhZ3d0mPYYVmxztHnMmURs4o/s320/questioning1.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Have you ever:</b><br />
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<b><i style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">1</span>.</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sat blank for half an hour in the examination hall?</span></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #cc0000;">2.</b></i> <i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Felt like never to go outside your room?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">3.</b> Felt so content that, wished to stop earth's rotation?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">4.</b> Thought, actually what are you doing right now?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">5.</b> Sat on a table in a resto,between tables of the one crazy for you and the one you are crazy for, and the latter one sitting with his girlfriend?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">6.</b> Just wanted to run out and shout?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">7.</b> Wanted to kill yourself just because you are right?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">8.</b> Wanted to marry the person you hate most?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">9.</b> Wanted to punch many people together?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">10.</b>Stopped talking to your friend cause he/she gives you ideas from heart ,not brain?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well well well, may be many of you have affirmative answers of many of the above questions.But I have positive answer for all of them.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Thats strange? ehh..not that much ...</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After soo many days, I am writing here, and I feel like asking you soo many questions, well obviously you are not bound to answer.</span>:D<br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My semester ended the day before yesterday and now I have plenty of time to make a set of question paper for myself and compensate for whatever I missed out in the answer paper..:P</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its been a bad day for me, today, though it was Christmas. Still I am not that ill to spare you from asking these stupid questions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">From some of the above questions it may seem I am a bit frustrated. Noway, I'm not, may be a bit depressed. but it's party time, no time for being sad, yuhooo...... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy New year In Advance to you all.</span>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-23587418631600413072009-12-08T12:02:00.002+05:302009-12-08T14:29:22.446+05:30The odd man out.<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1i2uvwae2_3pj9HLq9Ep1shVIgjqMKZR5DTgFDyRbmGoYSsA6y5CABGHxqRfwEwsyD5j-OC031oDQqtoLyP_FGS46UXWUK0KgQRWfgx00lucHcCJ5eDebRBfisoN2RdDeW4zpe-1BhmiV/s1600-h/oddmanout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1i2uvwae2_3pj9HLq9Ep1shVIgjqMKZR5DTgFDyRbmGoYSsA6y5CABGHxqRfwEwsyD5j-OC031oDQqtoLyP_FGS46UXWUK0KgQRWfgx00lucHcCJ5eDebRBfisoN2RdDeW4zpe-1BhmiV/s320/oddmanout.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><i><span style="color: black;">In this world of utter selfishness and bitterness , some too good men still do exist.</span></i><br />
<br />
<i>Here comes a story of a guy, just 21, but a whole lot different from most others.</i><br />
<i>He is perhaps not suitable in this mean world of 21st century..</i><br />
<i>This not a story, a very true incident, and too good to believe, if you haven't seen him truly.</i><br />
<br />
<i></i><br />
<i>But I am lucky enough to get such a person as my classmate. He is too good for the world. The character may seem a reel-one but its a real-one.</i><br />
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<i></i><i>A true human being he strives to be from every aspect of his life.</i><i> </i><br />
</div><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But may be some, after hearing about him ,may say ,that he is not really ' good'.</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well, lets start.The Auto fare from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Garia</span> to our remote college stoppage was Rs.5.50 then.</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This guy used to travel by auto. And most of us are acquainted with these days' south <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kolkata's</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">autowalas</span>(<strike>no offence intended</strike>) who are famous for their movements in the most static traffic, their lingo and their OTT behaviours..This guy pays normal fare everyday.</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></i><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But one day, somehow an auto <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wala</span> paid him back Rs.6 as a balance for Rs. 10 ,what my friend paid(originally he was supposed to get Rs.4.50, as d fare was Rs. 5.50) and before he could say anything the auto passed away with high speed..Now, this guy was in problem (as he felt it was not a right thing to give inappropriate amount of money to d autowala..).So what he did???</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">guess..</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">guess..</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">guess..</span><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No, he didn't ran after the auto...</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He just dropped a 1 Re.coin and a 50 P. coin on the road....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Because according to him~ it was no more his, as the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">autowala</span> actually deserved IT...</i><br />
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<b><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What to say??!!!</i></b><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Another incident:</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He was coming to college on that day by train.The train arrived at the platform , just as he entered the station.So, as he was just on time, couldn't go and buy a ticket, just boarded on the train, without ticket(Which is Strongly against his principles....)..</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So what to do???</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All day he was in a bad mood as 'strong sin-sense<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"></span>' was working in him....</i><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></i><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So what he did?</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">While returning back home by train,he bought TWO tickets and threw one away..!!!!!!</i><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He is not a very regular college-goer. So whenever he goes to college he takes the class-notes from other people for getting it xeroxed. Now by any chance if theres even a slight wrinkle in any of the pages of the notes he would give a new gum stick, a new cellotape</i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <i>to the notes-owner along with his/her notes..we become speechless at his such mannerisms, yet can't protest. Once we took the gum(which he gave one of us along with the notes) back to the college stationary shop and in exchange took a pen and somehow gave it to him, and fortunately he accepted without understanding the real story behind the pen..:)</i></span><br />
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<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I ,rather we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> get this man...We all shout at him, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">crazy</span>, eccentric, lunatic and don't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">know</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">what</span> else...But he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">continues</span> in his strange (morale) ways...</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are many such incidents of his....</i><br />
<i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But we really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">can't</span> make out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">whether</span> he is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">tooo</span> good a person or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">just</span> a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">crazy</span> fool ..!!</i>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-90429836321441710312009-12-05T20:18:00.007+05:302010-05-10T23:31:00.927+05:30Just another Story. Part -4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>CONTINUED FROM</b>: </span></span></i></b><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-1<br />
</a><a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story-part-2.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-2</a><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></i></b><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-another-story-3.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -3</a><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anu messed up her life. She was trying to sort it out hard, she was fighting to stay jolly among all the odds of her life. While with her family,she always showed her least emotions, thoughts and feelings.She tried to become busy with her work and career issues,as she thought staying busy will take her away somehow from her abundant mundane troubles.<br />
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Some day a particular relative of her told her " </i></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">You are actually very rude,You have less emotions in you,that's why you can be so harsh on others'. Those who are emotional tolerates the jabberings of the unemotionals<i> </i>like you</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">." It was quiet hard for her to accept this specific statement, yet she tried to catch up a curve in her face and only one face rose in her mind </i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Rohit</b></span></span><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> .</i></span><br />
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Another day she was talking to her mom</i><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> casually </i><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">. <br />
Bending over her lean body Anu murmered "</i></span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Mom,I think I need to loose a bit frm my tummy.....</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">" </i></span><br />
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Before she completed her mom gave a stern reply "</i></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">You are absolutely ok, rather put on some on that thin figure. What will your in-laws say?!</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"....</i></span><br />
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Anu was shocked " </i></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Now wherefrom do they hail from?</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">". </i></span><br />
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"</i></span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">We say nothing to you now, doesn't mean we won't ever say anything.You have to marry.<br />
Whatever you say or whatever you do, You will have to marry,Don't think you will always fly like this and keep on fighting with<br />
people around you..!!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">" </i></span><br />
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<i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anu's parents even started showing serious interests in some of the marriage proposals that came for their daughter.<br />
Anu could'nt utter anything, as situations worsened and her dad always scolded her mom whenever she said or atleast tried to speak anything in Anu's for, against marriage stuffs.<br />
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Anu could'nt carry on with the argument, left the room in utter disgust.<br />
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Earlier she always had Rishi by her side to share all these itsy-bitsy things,but now she preferred not to share.<br />
For quiet a number of days she was absolutely without contact with Rishi; recieved none of his calls, replied to none of his SMSes. One day when Rishi couldn't take it anymore he <br />
came to meet Anu at her home, but she didn't even came down to meet him. This was like a shock to Rishi.However strong his heart could be diagnosed his atrium and ventricles were not strong enough to tolerate such behaviour from his best friend and the one whom he loved so much. He started to try to cope with such strange behaviour of Anu, but in vain. It was hard , very hard....<br />
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The problem was that, he couldn't still understand why exactly Anu was upset with him and was denying to interact in anyway with him, and also he was not able to discuss the matter with anyone.<br />
He cried hard.It was one of the rarest times in his adolescence when Rishi cried!! He spend days without food, all alone in his room, without letting anyone outside know, what storm was going inside.<br />
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He fell ill, tremendously ill. Mental trauma along with physical weakness carried him almost near death.<br />
Anu's arrogance still prevented her from getting in contact with her ill best friend. Her mind and brain fought. Arohi suggested her again and again to go and see him before anything more serious and difficult happened. <br />
Once again Anu was in dilemma - To go or not to go...if she goes and if Rishi thinks that she had feelings for him-all these things started cropping in her mind and gulped her days and nights.She sat blank for hours with random romantic songs running in her ear via the cord of her ipod.She thought she had no idea of her life after being financially established. She thought of the mosquito that was trying to squeeze in between her ear and headphone, she thought of it, that it never knew it would be dead the next moment. Among all these non-sense thoughts she couldn't arrive at the final decision that was enough urgent to be made. Procrastination was now a part of her especially on some points..!<br />
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She only muttered " God, why why ,why always these things happen with me??"</span></i><br />
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<i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Then: </span></b></i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-story-part-5.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-5</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-story-part-6.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -6</a>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-55001721785404820512009-12-04T02:49:00.000+05:302009-12-04T02:49:38.111+05:30social 'I' 'sing'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEKyajGFQiHRapdn1NHXK_bkdibOS4suKB6ds8pU6vtu7YI3fBBYWf3UIjfNi_b7m1Sr_jcMTW6rkvcrMtV2qDQEGWJRyKamX16Zry57HLuZb4mDE-C6H_LFTbfx4Fr9xAU6u7wpvgUTG/s1600-h/6a00e54fd82908883400e54fdb1a8e8834-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEKyajGFQiHRapdn1NHXK_bkdibOS4suKB6ds8pU6vtu7YI3fBBYWf3UIjfNi_b7m1Sr_jcMTW6rkvcrMtV2qDQEGWJRyKamX16Zry57HLuZb4mDE-C6H_LFTbfx4Fr9xAU6u7wpvgUTG/s320/6a00e54fd82908883400e54fdb1a8e8834-800wi.jpg" /></a></i></span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I am often termed ‘</i><i><b>unsocial</b>’ by my parents ,as I refuse to show up when some guests come(who are pretty much unwanted and unliked by Me). I refuse to go to the ceremonies and rituals that I hardly respect or believe in. I hardly feel like giving a smile to the (oh-)so-acquainted one on road and ask how and what is his/her late(40’s/50’s) child doing…..sorry I am not interested.!<br />
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I hate It. I have loads of problems and things in my life to sort out and work out apart from asking others their problems and giving advices to them….I don’t like it, when the parrot-nosed aunty gives a jaunty smile to my mom and says her, pointing at me “ </i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Your girl is nice, but she din’t grow so much tall like you?!</span><i>”. I feel like asking “</i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Do you have doubts on your eyesights? And why my dear? Did you have any very tall eligible bachelor roaming about in your mind(for me)?...</span><i>”…:P….<br />
Alas!!! I can’t ask that ….can only make arcs, curves, parabolas, hyperbolas by my lips and cheeks…![..:(. ,.:),.:D.,:P.,.:O,.:X….]<br />
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Society------ We are social beings living here. These days the so-called social creatures are hardly to be found by the sides when needed most,but are always present to criticise behind curtains and throw inquisitive glances,and often stares too..(well, I do agree that I am myself one of that lot.Don’t know whether people like me made the society like this or the society compelled in making people like me…I think in some case its relative and in some cases directly proportional)<br />
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I dislike a thousand such stuffs. Another widespread _______(don’t know what to say it -custom/ ritual/ social norm/ responsibility?!) is attending marriages, death rituals, anniversaries,parties, divorces (and don’t know what else..) often inspite of not feeling like going(in some cases I and we obviously feel like going, now don’t say you always like and feel like going to such places,I won’t believe that even if you say..!..:P).<br />
But yet,it’s a must. WHY? Because when it will be your turn they won’t come , and being a social being, during any sorrow or happiness others’ presence is indispensible..!.<br />
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I am not much interested to go to my NRI cousin’s marriage. My mom states: “ </i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well, you don’t go . But then don’t expect them at your marriage or your child’s rice-eating ceremony.</span><i>”. “</i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My dear dear mom I am not a graduate yet, and you have gone so soo far..Well I don’t expect others to come..</span><i>”</i></span><br />
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In this cases I am a great fan of Ayn Rand(in case you also are , I hope I don’t need to explain). She says we all live for oursleves and we should do what we feel will be good for our selves only,never to do charity, to get what we deserve, do obtain what we want, to achieve what we dream.<br />
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On this context I remembered that particular SMS(don’t know whether it’s truly related to the context or not):</i></span><br />
</div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>At marriages old ppl used 2 pull my cheeks n say “u r nxt”….They stopped wen I strtd doin d same at funerals.What a crazy World.!!</b></i></span><br />
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Well, now what do you say? Do you like always like socialising ?[keep the thought of gaping and stomach-worship away for a moment….:)…]</i></span>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-63055171310048101012009-11-23T18:56:00.006+05:302010-01-19T21:49:49.261+05:30Just another Story. Part -3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoY5dAGk0agrjb0V4_2fdoF4FS9yKWJeK3yeOgSZj3YeabClsAZT1O9UtfIpKy9co1sgNMhDJBpQKzo0dJyWv0Dl_j7GW__uYRu_qYRCFBEU8nwW6xZTKVZFw4GYQo7sQf-t7xOVC4MUyc/s1600/Break_up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoY5dAGk0agrjb0V4_2fdoF4FS9yKWJeK3yeOgSZj3YeabClsAZT1O9UtfIpKy9co1sgNMhDJBpQKzo0dJyWv0Dl_j7GW__uYRu_qYRCFBEU8nwW6xZTKVZFw4GYQo7sQf-t7xOVC4MUyc/s320/Break_up.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b>CONTINUED FROM</b>: </span></span></i></b><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-1<br />
</a><a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story-part-2.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-2</a><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><br style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"> </span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">Anu was disturbed . She had some family troubles. According to her,her parents were perfectly imperfect for each other. They quarelled and fought with each other so much, that made Anu temperamentally unsuited to family life.The way her father treated her and behaved with her, she couldn't bear it and thought it would be impossible for her in her future to marry and live with some man;when she couldn't tolerate her father's attitude how will she accept someone under the same roof whom she hardly knows. She was avoiding relations and people involved in relations. These reactions in her sub-conscious mind somehow affected her social life.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">Everyone started seeming different to her with time.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">One of her big problems was turning to be Rishi. She started feeling a difference in him. She felt somehow Rishi was actually wanting to be more than just best friends to her. His touches were different. Those consolating soothing embraces were changing. Rishi has changed - this thought was pinning her constantly. The last day Rishi hold her, she sensed as if Rishi was feeling her, it was not the same friendly hugs; it was different, and Anu didn't like it. But she couldn't tell Rishi anything about this as she thought this might hurt him, in case she was wrong. She was not sure because she had great trust on Rishi, and if it was really like what she was guessing and had felt it would hurt her severely.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">As days passed Rishi was more and more in love with Anu. He tried to support her in every possible way. But yes, as he was now in love, things were much different to him, unlike Anu. When Anu and he were close or when she needed his consolations, she was no more his best friend but his inamorata(for him). He hold her the way, he would never let her go away. Anu tried to tear herself away, but in vain;Rishi's strong hands and a burning heart couldn't let her go.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">But Anu, inspite of being a modern girl still had some very conservative ideologies. The things she didn't like, none could actually make her like those. The incident affected her. She was creating distance between herself and Rishi, though she herself tried to move the incident out of her mind. She thought, from the next time she'll be conscious and won't let her be that close to Rishi that may cause her later-awkward thoughts and feelings. She also blamed herself somehow for her ill-feelings towards her best friend. Rishi was quiet able to understand how Anu was trying hard to avoid interactions with him, but he could hardly make out what it was. The last day they met ,she didn't even bid a good bye to him, nor looked at his face. This hurt him severely.he kept on wondering what was disturbing her.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">Anu believed in platonic relations. She coludn't protest when Rishi was in her love , but she didn't like his 'that way' approach. Anu doesn't look on intimacy as a guilt, but according to her 'that'sort of closeness without one's will was never to be welcome.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"> </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">Anu was once again breaking down as she was moving away from Rishi. In middle of the night she cried aloud 'Rohit where are you?Why you came to me? I ask you only this cause I can't blame you for leaving me,I know I was somehow wrong....Rohit...Rohit.....' .She tried to gather her lost strength from Rohit's name. He was not in her life anymore, but for Anu he was just ubiquitous as always .</span></span></i><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><br />
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<b>Then:</b><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-story-part-4.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -4</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-story-part-5.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-5</a>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-48062390892943895802009-11-21T13:59:00.000+05:302009-11-21T13:59:34.190+05:30Bad time again.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvgrMRxlQ6k8lbgtK13T9H1QLjgFJF334GRNuCLMnE4ZTWZbBtTe7WG9_qg9SkCBTfT9kS4Co6yfflluNLs0vYd1TwnAsZU30GGgSSR8d7ShEo2A9hczOhe62esv7RqzuljbTjGfHIeDl/s1600/exam-time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvgrMRxlQ6k8lbgtK13T9H1QLjgFJF334GRNuCLMnE4ZTWZbBtTe7WG9_qg9SkCBTfT9kS4Co6yfflluNLs0vYd1TwnAsZU30GGgSSR8d7ShEo2A9hczOhe62esv7RqzuljbTjGfHIeDl/s320/exam-time.jpg" /></a><br />
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Again that particular bad phase of life has arrived. The weather is soo nice, winter just coming, no fan, and the cosiness of sheets, shawls and blankets luring mind.. But sem is hardly 3 weeks away(We don't know the date yet, our university discloses the sem date just 7 or 8 days before , pathetic..!) .Well this is my 2nd last semester of my graduation.Yet its no less horrible than others. <br />
As its the last year, we have so many non-departmental subjects. In a way I hate them sometimes..<br />
Engineering economy and financial management one of the horrendous subjects. Cashbook, passbook,trial balance, balance sheet etc etc etc..oh my god...all alien things. and we (inspite of being being science students)are supposed to mug up all those. The terms only seem alien. And under one subject theres basically two subjects, economics is also there, uffff....and its not possible to give stress on a part, as we never know <br />
whats going on in the paper setters' mind. Its pathetic.<br />
And as the sem approaches I just feel al the more sleepy and hungry....<br />
As I start reading, I feel like sleeping and soon I do fall asleep and when the mozzies ('3 mistakes' term for mosquitoes..:P) awake me I feel hungry. But often if I don't get anything or anyone at home, I switch on the music or computer or sit with another story book.<br />
Engg. ethics is a subject and when I open the book I feel I know all those and when I see the previous years' question paper I feel sick. They give questions worth 15marks each and many of them have no part markings...:(...history..history history..my mind aches thinking of my future hand pain..:P<br />
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Machining, material science are interesting but I forget what I read last when I read the new topics..<br />
Operation research and industrial management(OR &IM) is another subject...well operation research is almost done, but IM part....its a big fat book itself and all theory and no maths..it makes me feel sick..<br />
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And theres project works-mine being design of truss. Our group almost completed the theoritical calculation parts but, another teacher declared that,that will not do properly and we need to do a practiacal and proffessional ,with all the loads brought under considerartion(wind, living,self-weight etc etc) and that again put fresh loads on us... Over loads take me to the stage of fatigue, hope its not 'failure'.:P <br />
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Ahem..god save me this sem(as he does often..:))rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-57805624881063574822009-11-21T12:19:00.001+05:302009-11-21T13:02:00.418+05:30Award time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-VFfKelZ16E1hW9W-YCsfSXr05P-ah4PwhLRy8zNHmhsJTBASkH7PyT0dtJWaUVQkQN3hrRbKu2ToInYk-UXnKCp99ThfCGpP0V43Nz-qvxXUQItLZSSfrXjNkn3tnfx9kJK2XZmFDiT/s1600/kreative1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-VFfKelZ16E1hW9W-YCsfSXr05P-ah4PwhLRy8zNHmhsJTBASkH7PyT0dtJWaUVQkQN3hrRbKu2ToInYk-UXnKCp99ThfCGpP0V43Nz-qvxXUQItLZSSfrXjNkn3tnfx9kJK2XZmFDiT/s320/kreative1.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Another award. Its long I am getting awards but not giving anyone..:P. So deceided this time to award some people, though I don't like the concept of awarding a few and not all.<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17660313672255263119" rel="nofollow">Rohit Dassani</a> has awarded me this one.Thank you Rohit.<br />
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Yet the rule goes.. But before bestowing the award according to rule I am to unfold '7' that none knows about me(You need to do the same when you get this award.). Well thats a bit hard, cause I am an<br />
extrovert person and theres almost nothing and listing '7' such stuffs is a pretty hard job.. And being such an extrovert even if such things remain which none knows,well, then perhaps none is supposed to know.:P<br />
Well let share with you somethings that you are not supposed to know:..:)[now happy..??:)...]<br />
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1.I was born as a premature baby and there were rare chances of my existance.<br />
2.I did and do things which shock many people.<br />
3.People says(rather claims..:P) they love me for my weirdness.<br />
4.I became a story-book-worm only after my 10th std(i.e the time when i started hating study-books..:P).<br />
5.I am a very selfish person.But I help and am always with people who are with me.I hate charity.<br />
6.I am very short-tempered.I get angry even if any of my family members touch the morning newspaper before me.<br />
7.I dream to lead a very luxurious life, but alone.<br />
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Well I am done over with the worst part.. Now the award ceremony... A huge round of applause for alll of you....<br />
The award goes to:<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10470363841491220275" rel="nofollow">chocolate lover</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099095274767291078" rel="nofollow">Mahesh Sindbandge</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007174650659800076" rel="nofollow">Anoop</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04513152092118282205" rel="nofollow">Being Pramoda...</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03508049859185699503" rel="nofollow">Atulya</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11163127814904396350" rel="nofollow">Vittaldas Prabhu</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01976804180920335379" rel="nofollow">Yellow Tulip</a> ....<br />
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Well thats all for now, Congratulations to all...Best of luck keep writing.rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-66214452515674524592009-11-13T18:29:00.001+05:302009-11-13T18:30:12.185+05:30Train of ThoughtS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWWfoPsiZ01kRg4gOHhfI66WAxSIK5sruScNAWgcLVeTLyeKqDm2BdnwbKOpNs6TcOFew3cH-MwHSUZK1xFZjYo7aCleU_hZrKDz9ADwaM6I-xtdT4GwLv1apsskayI_T3dAw5Q5pyv3d/s1600-h/11980510_9f7e090848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWWfoPsiZ01kRg4gOHhfI66WAxSIK5sruScNAWgcLVeTLyeKqDm2BdnwbKOpNs6TcOFew3cH-MwHSUZK1xFZjYo7aCleU_hZrKDz9ADwaM6I-xtdT4GwLv1apsskayI_T3dAw5Q5pyv3d/s320/11980510_9f7e090848.jpg" /></a><br />
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I felt like talking with people. But unfortunately (or may be fortunately) there's none around with enough patience to listen to my whole range gripes and tripes.<br />
Here in blog at least I can express my words and some nice people reads my blogs and praise my writings, which I never thought, could happen.<br />
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Just a few days back(when I was in my lazy phase) I read a book <b>We The Living</b> by<i> <b>Ayn Rand</b></i>. Loved it , loved it very much. Its about post effect of revolution in Russia, but it was a very romantic one. But the thing is that , the book has infused a typical anti-communist mentality in my head. Now I hate communism(well its not like that, that I was a huge patron of communism before reading the book; I just developed a sort of hatred towards communism after reading the book). Well, on this topic I remember one thing, I have got very much influenced by various people and books many times in my life.<br />
Ayn Rand in her writing presents her own convictions, which are , not a bit, but quiet a much deviated from normal thoughts.<br />
Communism is the ideology , where there will be no classes in the society, there will be no distinction between a worker or a manager and everyone will be the owner of every organisation , with everyone working as much as they can, but will be earning on the basis of what they need, Not what they deserve.<br />
I don't think this thing to be a bit practical. Its not possible to work as much as one can, most of the times, and again its a sort of injustice to give one what he needs, not what he deserves. All human beings are not equal, everyone's intelligence or physical strength is not equal, everyone's ambition is not equal. Communism is a barrier for the outstanding; if he wants to do , own something then it will not be his' but all's. Is it possible? Is it acceptable?<br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, stratas in society is quiet obvious.<br />
I do agree , capitalistic society is most often excruciating for the subordinates, since the owner desires the maximum possible benefits,but I don't think communism is the solution The one who is working hard and the one not doing so can never own equal possessions.<br />
Why on earth do we live for?For whose sake? Ourselves. Living is self-reverence.<br />
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Another thought was moving around, in my head....escapism and hedonism.<br />
Well, I think I am a hedonist, I do most of the things for myself, for my happiness. I try to live my life keeping myself happy. For being happy it is often required to be a escapist. Don't you agree ?<br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Interaction with someone makes you sad? Do you prefer to say you, an escapist when you avoid that person? May be yes, but I don't see anthing bad in it, cause its done just for self. May be often its termed selfishness. Well, aren't we really meant to be so? We have only one life (that's even predicted to end on 2012...:(.. hehe.) so we should live on our terms and for our goodnesses and joys. Also there's a controversy regarding this, in my head. If someone gets joy always doing harm to the others, then what will happen to others.?! Well, I really don't think anyone can get true joy by doing intentional harm to others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now , a poem, that was in mind for a time, but today the Bryan Adam's songs instigated me to write it. </span><br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You loved me, you said you do so.<br />
I was in love,<br />
Enough, enough to be blind in that.<br />
Now I often think,<br />
What you did.!<br />
You loved me, or Always just<br />
Wanted me to love you?!<br />
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I am not blaming you,<br />
Not a bit,<br />
I don't even dare to do so.<br />
I just still love you<br />
As it was years back,<br />
I will love you<br />
As it was years back.<br />
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I walk the life<br />
With my shadow<br />
But I am not alone<br />
The memories I still cherish.<br />
I don't need others' love,<br />
I now hate those <br />
Who Claim they love Me..!!<br />
I prefer to be alone.<br />
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I am alone, not lonely,<br />
I am alone, by choice,<br />
Not by Chance.<br />
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I still love you,<br />
The only difference is <br />
I want you nomore.<br />
I need you nomore.<br />
I see you nomore.</i><i><br />
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Ahhh, I am feeling so light after saying(oops writing!) soo much..:)rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-41277796624137097412009-10-31T14:05:00.006+05:302010-01-19T21:50:04.229+05:30Just another Story. Part-2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><b><i style="color: purple;">Continued from</i></b>: <a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-1<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">Anu unlike most of the times grew a bit matured this time. She didn't tell anyone that Rohit called , not even to her best friends Arohi and Rishi. She even didn't give any clue to anyone how much sad, how upset she really was. At last she was able to conceal her feelings somehow - she thought. Arohi lived a bit distant cause she lived in other state for study purposes , so all the time it was not possible for Anu to share everything with her. But Rishi , being Anu's best friend and staying side by side most of the times ,always understood her, often even the unuttered things. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">But this time, Rishi even didn't understand. May be because Rishi was a bit busy with himself unlike most other times when he always delves in Anu's mind. They were good friends , rather best friends for years, not childhood ones though.<br />
Anu was almost a baby to him and together they would look like anything --- brother-sister, girl friend-boy friend, artist and his art, best friends. Rishi and Anu both treasured their precious friendship and they were so much confident that they even did'nt pay any heed to what others' thought of their being together for so much time, because they knew there was nothing 'something else'. Anu continued to flow in thoughts of Rohit , being determined not to place anyone else below Rohit's diadem and not even trying to bring anyone else in her thoughts. And also most of the times she didn't keep her thoughts to herself only, Anu felt secured in the often warm emraces of Rishi, Rishi was there, a safe shoulder to cry on and a safe locker to put all the thoughts and feelings safely locked.<br />
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Rishi was a boy with strong wills, dedications , determinations who always respected Anu's all thoughts and feelings, however idiotic at times they may be. Even when Anu used to get upset with guys approaching her, Rishi always calmed her down... But things always doesn't go uniformly. No one really understands the chicanery of fate and mind, however cherubic at times they may be. Enthereal moments they shared were never a sort of billet-doux for them. But 'stupid cupid' with much patience and time created iridescent hues in Rishi's mind . Yes, Rishi was madly in love with Anu. He tied his mind and tried hard not let Anu know anything about that. But Anu was a girl and above all Rishi's best friend who used to make out so many of his problems even before Rishi thought of telling them to Anu, No exception this time. Anu understood. Again it was somehow a bad situation for Anu, perhaps worse. What to say your best friend , what are the word to console that person who loves you madly but doesn't even expect anything in return!! Anu was again befuddled, about what she should do.! </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"> Arohi suggested her not to be the sameway any more. Arohi asked her to stop all her childish behaviours and kiddish requests and throw them away. Anu was sad. She was again on the verge of loosing a friend?!! Rishi didn't allow her to do so. He promised her not to pick that topic again. But Anu thougt she should become bit cautious , so that in no way Rishi should feel or start expecting 'something' in return.<br />
They continue to be friends ; together '<strike>stopping</strike>' to think about '<strike>their</strike>' future, one trying hard to <strike>confide</strike> love, One fighting hard to keep safe distance from so much of 'loves' all around.<br />
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As the planet rotates our lives also rotate and we never know whats really waiting for us in the next turning point. Just as Anu, Rohit, Rishi , Arohi all waiting for the 'Next'.</span></i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">THEN</span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>GO TO</b></span><i><span style="font-size: small;">: </span></i><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-another-story-3.html#comments">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -3</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-story-part-4.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -4</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-story-part-5.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-5</a>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-74179473257966614272009-10-28T22:16:00.000+05:302009-10-28T22:16:36.655+05:30Random thoughts.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyuU8-spuaBX82rJLzhwooi1Q9aDRdLTblUbnrB54wTvVf5hmrY9THGepxLlbK1ExN-5PPUfx5kU9qLGcYxzy0nlIR6IhIsfzbOaEpsLY-sV0iWwdXqp6r6F80qGriXiIX22RvPYfGpFo/s1600-h/alone_in_crowd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyuU8-spuaBX82rJLzhwooi1Q9aDRdLTblUbnrB54wTvVf5hmrY9THGepxLlbK1ExN-5PPUfx5kU9qLGcYxzy0nlIR6IhIsfzbOaEpsLY-sV0iWwdXqp6r6F80qGriXiIX22RvPYfGpFo/s320/alone_in_crowd.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><i><span style="font-size: small;">I wonder how the crowd has encircled me.<br />
Early teenage solitude seems a bliss now.<br />
Works to be done, responsibilities to be carried out.<br />
Going gaga for various things at various times.<br />
<br />
Just Dreaming to be alone now.<br />
Who will let me ,to be so?<br />
<br />
Often I feel lost in these<br />
Dastardly earthy hues.<br />
So much ears, so much eyes<br />
Open just for me?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Just to praise or criticise me.!?<br />
Or just they pretend..!!!<br />
I hear and see so much of them.<br />
Never felt so crowded ever before...<br />
<br />
Zonked of hearing the jabberings.<br />
Euphorian dreams exhorting the cravenly mind.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Yet...<br />
I need some space, some solitude<br />
Some bliss.<br />
<br />
Its not:<br />
"The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom".<br />
I have plenty of it.<br />
Yet the 'yet' remains.<br />
I am confused,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"> I am lost<br />
Nowhere....<br />
</span></i>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-10784720919189129612009-10-19T22:42:00.007+05:302010-01-19T21:50:20.575+05:30Just another Story. Part-1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3n3JBZVd6PWY3-LXzAlcEVP6OM3U_MXatW5OIp7mfaSH7s9g-pVKQEnSPQ5VvIC0wsnzCPA40wCpnO7xc1751zcqiJZxp0KYDSeUUampzir43S7Bdm07dyCq0D3OKAKM-vYJ9463vBJ9n/s1600-h/girl+on+phone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3n3JBZVd6PWY3-LXzAlcEVP6OM3U_MXatW5OIp7mfaSH7s9g-pVKQEnSPQ5VvIC0wsnzCPA40wCpnO7xc1751zcqiJZxp0KYDSeUUampzir43S7Bdm07dyCq0D3OKAKM-vYJ9463vBJ9n/s320/girl+on+phone.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Its almost two years now ,of break up between Anu and Rohit.<br />
<br />
Anu loved Rohit from the time she started understanding the meaning of 'love', in her early teenage.But ,destiny played game with her.<br />
He moved far away from her, with no scope of contact and rohit had no idea about her feelings at all. They were not friends, not among relatives even, they just knew each other..<br />
<br />
Some seven years later they met. Anu was overwhelmed, just by realising Rohit recognised her face , seen long seven years back. Nothing went wrong then onwards. Rohit approached her and proposed her even, which was almost a chimera to Anu for years. So many people told her and tried to convince her that she couldn't wait for someone or 'just' love someone without seeing or even knowing much about him, for soo many years . But she did, at least, then she believed she did.<br />
Time passed on . Those were the happiest days of her life. Those moments, those thoughts , feelings...yeah,she got the man she loved , though she never desired. She loved without any expectations. she loved without a little bit of hope of getting Rohit ever in her life. So when in reality things happened that way ,it was not really a dream come true for her. She never dreamt of that. She prayed for him, loved him, even wished him to be happy with someone else if he was in love with someone else( she <br />
had no idea though what was going in his life or whether at all anyone was in his life).<br />
<br />
Good times never lasts. It was not an exception for Anu's airy-fairy tale and her hunky-dory world. <br />
They broke up. She was having adjustment problems. A number of times she started feeeling she was insulted , her morale, her principles were looked down upon, and often crushed even. She couldn't tolerate all those. As they were together ,breaking all prognostications, they parted breaking all predictions.<br />
<br />
He was first in her life, but she was not the first one in his life. After Anu and Rohit broke up, Rohit went back to his first girlfriend(oops love..!) who claimed she always loved him , though Rohit left her due to some mere misunderstandings.<br />
But Anu was alone. She loved to live that way, without inculcating any other 'especial' person in her life. She was happy being alone. She had no expectations from anyone.<br />
The only thing changed in her was her mentality. She was determined not to be committed again. She was prepared to lead the rest of her life by her own. She didn't feel anybody's need in her life any more.<br />
<br />
Days passed.<br />
Rohit was traversing his ups and downs of life with another girl by his side --- this thought often hurt Anu, and often she was satisfied and happy thinking Rohit was no longer morosed for her,he was no longer living their memories as Anu still did.<br />
<br />
Two years later on Rohit's birthday Anu wished him via SMS,not a call. He thanked and called her. It was 12.26 A.M. The conversation went. ...<br />
<br />
<br />
Rohit[R]: Hello....<br />
<br />
Anu [A]: Hello.<br />
<br />
Rohit: how are you?<br />
<br />
Anu: I am well as always...<br />
<br />
R: Good.<br />
<br />
A: yeah I know.<br />
<br />
R: so.... whats going in your life?<br />
<br />
A: studies, exams, gossips , music and everything thats required for me and myself.<br />
<br />
R: Well thats essential part of life. What else, whats goin on in your personal life? Is there anyone now in your.......<br />
<br />
A: No, I didn't feel any requirement of anyone else in my life. And what all happened in my life even if I blame someone,Its me.....<br />
<br />
R: You are still very angry on me, right?<br />
<br />
A: Why should I be? I am happy with whatever life gifted me. I never thought of getting it. I have no objections or complaints against anyone. And I don't blame myself generally, Cause I love myself the most on earth.And well the way I felt myself to be insulted, I want none any more. What do you think if you now wish me to be back in your life I'll be...Never.<br />
<br />
R: Hmmmm ...Good, thats very good ki you don't blame yourself....<br />
<br />
A: yeah I know, and apart from that there are actually soo many things going on in my life. Each week rather each day of my life is eventful for me...<br />
<br />
R: Do you still remember me often?<br />
<br />
A: Why should I?<br />
<br />
R: Answer my question.<br />
<br />
A: (Anu's voice started trembling and cracking....) Why should I remember You?<br />
<br />
R: You are lieing...I know you are. Have some water now.<br />
<br />
A: Yeah I had, Why should I lie?<br />
<br />
R: Can't you answer a single answer properly and straight? You are not in your best manners now....<br />
<br />
A: If I am not, Well I can't behave better than this....<br />
<br />
R: You have remained the same...<br />
<br />
A: Hmmm....<br />
<br />
R: I am feeling sorry now, I didn't wish you on your b'day. Actually something very wrong was or is still going on in my life..I'll tell you someday....Sorry I didn't wish you...<br />
<br />
A: Doesn't matter. I didn't expect or want anyone's wish.<br />
<br />
Rahul: Well I didn't ask for your opinion, I said I felt sorry for not wishing...Actually today after coming out of office all of a sudden I remembered you...<br />
<br />
Anu: ok ok....sorry...<br />
<br />
R: Hmm.. so now ,can I give you a call ,often?<br />
<br />
A: Whats the use?<br />
<br />
R: Why don't you answer a single question clearly...Can I call you?<br />
<br />
A: No, please no, No need. I am happy with the past memories, I don't want to refresh them And I don't want you as my friend or brother or any other thing on earth. I loved You and I still cherish many of my memories with you. Its better to relish ice-cream frozen and chicken soup hot... Will you like them the <br />
other way round??<br />
<br />
R: hmmm okk....so... now go to sleep...<br />
<br />
A: hmm ok(no words were coming out now)..bye. good night...<br />
<br />
And She hung up.... Then she burst into her usual tears. But this time this phone call made her stronger. She felt bad when he asked him whether she still remembers him or not, whether he can still call her or not..Didn't he really knows the answers.!<br />
So what was his purpose?! To cool her down and consolate her, Or her first love again left him and he wanted Anu back.!!<br />
Why are some rather most men so insensible, so selfish,and so unfeeling...!! Anu wondered.<br />
She spoke to herself and once again confirmed her determination of not committing to anyone in life... One who hardly respected her thoughts, her feelings.. one who was so obfuscated with himself that he hardly looked around...He asked soo many questions.<br />
But she hardly did any.Perhaps she didn't have any curiosity , or perhaps she had all the answers...!!<br />
She had one question to ask "How are you?"..But she didn't ask. Because she thought she would be sad with any of the answers.<br />
It was already very late and she was more than tired physically and mentally.....she thought and thought untill sleep engulped her and relieved her.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>THEN</b> :<br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-story-part-2.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-2</a><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></i></b><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-another-story-3.html#comments">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -3</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-story-part-4.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part -4</a><br />
<a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-story-part-5.html">Mind out: Just another Story. Part-5</a>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-13467606172307807532009-10-15T21:01:00.006+05:302009-10-15T21:19:12.581+05:30Happy Diwali<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_47sYWgIU6E5_H1lSU1zbTvu-6vdW8853lOq_3VcnzKNvvLKSlCz0JbCtlqBiGd4y1D2AVux23moZdjENX5InXyedMK7f9I4qIvIX2BmSvmYh38DT3UOffbLEShCzoXJc0AlIqRzboP2d/s1600-h/diwali_lights.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_47sYWgIU6E5_H1lSU1zbTvu-6vdW8853lOq_3VcnzKNvvLKSlCz0JbCtlqBiGd4y1D2AVux23moZdjENX5InXyedMK7f9I4qIvIX2BmSvmYh38DT3UOffbLEShCzoXJc0AlIqRzboP2d/s320/diwali_lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392849952640783986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy Diwali.</span></span><br /><br />Though now, at this moment its not seeming so 'happy' ,to me. After a very hectic day, tolerating some pretty much '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">attyachars</span>'(both <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">emosanal</span></span> and <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mansic</span>(k).....</span>) of friends, foes and some government employees(They really suck...!!...:X) ,I came back just an hour back. I had a severe headache (same old migraine), so darkened the room and wanted to have a nap....<br /><br />But ..but.. who lets me to have it now...!!! In spite of all the stars and moons shouting in all the medias possible '<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">to turn down the volume </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">'</span></span> some dumbs , cracks and jerks are having fun throwing those bombs and that today(though they already started 'bombing' few days back I realised the true pain today)....and destroying my sleep and increasing my pain...<br />I don't understand how can people get and have fun hearing to all sorts of loud, eerie,and strange sounds[also I 'try' to understand at wwhat rate actually people are becoming rich (beyond reach), so that they can afford so much more to make soo loud sounds by burnings MOnEY..!!...why don't they give me some!!!?...:P....:( .....]. I myself never ever , even as a child had fun with these stuffs..<br /><br />I am not much fond of the firecrackers and stuffs even... That may be because I am a bit scared of fire and heat and a bit conscious about myself..:P(well that's typical of a girl, I know, I know...but who said I have to lack feminine characters being a girl only...:P......~ a bad joke though..!!)<br />But the light and the fire designed ones are much tolerable , they give pleasant feelings to one's eyes at least .... But how on earth can such loud sounds give people pleasure...!!!!! I really don't understand, rather I don't want to do so...<br /><br />Police raids in many bomb and firecrackers shops. They don't get any of those bombs either or if they get, they confiscate them all and take those to their own abodes. A friend of mine, daughter of an S.I of police or something like that told me herself that her dad and his companions bring these loud stuffs every year during Kali <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">puja</span>(Diwali) and they have fun... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Waaaaoh</span>...!! isn't that great( indeed) ??!!!<br />How do U expect to abolish crime from somewhere where the guard is only the thief..!!<br />Anyways no use going in these Hide and Seek game now.... But yeah they spoiled my sleep now, and that caused me to scribble this piece again, as most of the time happens(something urges me to write,and I come and speak out my mind here, though often I also write just like that).<br /><br />Well, if you like sounds and all I don't have anything to say. Have a happy and safe Diwali...If You don't pay heed to my advices at least have a look at the stars and moons[mo(r)<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ons</span>] on your TV screen(from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ranvir</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sooo</span> many small screen actors and actresses are screaming out there in fact Just for <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">YOUR</span> safety....!!)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY DIWALI <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">and</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">HAPPY </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">KALIPUJA</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">.</span></span>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-83420722749645447552009-10-10T22:53:00.000+05:302009-10-12T18:15:56.240+05:30Format.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPKWLvIVgkOC6i__lJwuRLvb8oFIu7GKl79Zzi3e03SurwBE6eid3hAWxyO1lab7OO9vQcFvVC4ET4vLb7QwqOOM4X4UkPsbWNToqEY-It30dPDaDaY-XXSeQ87CABrwG-F0NmMbnvc3m/s1600-h/computer%2520guy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391398221359075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPKWLvIVgkOC6i__lJwuRLvb8oFIu7GKl79Zzi3e03SurwBE6eid3hAWxyO1lab7OO9vQcFvVC4ET4vLb7QwqOOM4X4UkPsbWNToqEY-It30dPDaDaY-XXSeQ87CABrwG-F0NmMbnvc3m/s320/computer%2520guy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">My computer has been formatted....</span></strong><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">The things that I wanted to retain are there....I wanted my collection of 16 GB of music to be untouched, so they are there....But some of my very valuable and precious things I have lost...</span></em></div><br /><div><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Most of the pictures that I had taken,many documents, scripts, E-books,movies are lost from my PC, may be I can recover them(I hope I just can, the recovery <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">softwares</span> always ditches me...:(....) . May be I can get a few of them from other friends. But most of them are lost. So, I am in a bit pensive mood from last evening...I can take pics again , but those pix, those moods perhaps never be again there, they were very special to me .</span></em></div><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></em><br /><div><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">On this context only , I was thinking ...how it would be , if our -human minds could b Formatted and simultaneously a Good antivirus could have been applied...!!!!</span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Whatever things we want to retain will be in our mind, and the rest (what we don't want to keep) will be lost forever...!!!! We don't have to carry the things that we really don't wanna bear anymore...how nice it would be ...!!!! </span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">And yeah also the human antivirus ~ that would not allow foreign intruders(bad thoughts and ideas or may be those, that are not good for our mind or health) into us. And often those will be updated..!!!! Now, I cant give an idea how the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">updation</span> could have been done...:P....</span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Everything would be fine and satisfying if and only if ,whatever we want can be retained, and whatever we don't would be lost. But if something different happens~ like something like what happened with my PC...(i.e we loose what we want to retain), then?!!!</span></em></div><br /><div><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Someone Lost something that one never wished in one's dreams to loose, then........Then for sure its gonna be a disaster ,may be not for the person as he /she would hardly be anymore able to recognise the missing thing, but to the persons involved with the 'Formatted One'...!!!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">I m just afraid at such thoughts..Oh my God....</span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">No, no , No need of Human formatting, AM happy with what I am....</span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">May be someday in future "HUMAN Formatting" and application of "human Antivirus " will be invented...Pros and cons are limitless.....An accurate carrying out of the thing could bring wonderful results, while minute mistakes can cause tremendous effects on the society...</span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Am happy being not formatted..:)</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">What about you?</span></em><br /><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Would you like to be Formatted with a simultaneous application of a 'good' human antivirus....!!! ??? :)</span></em><br /></div><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"></span></em>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-4226198746211438652009-10-09T18:37:00.004+05:302009-10-09T18:46:13.221+05:30It happens.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKYRwrifIuBvayD-sJyXBvCF9gPGcuVaHIrOvgAYcb5GEWDgl26L_KI8-7yRqrmZzoa6abHF5mDva3MZtro5OYWYZEZs8BOd5gNWwHpEXov2hVZtbsnk0JdDnzsvEW85xxdKxXVm5hpyy/s1600-h/ItHappens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKYRwrifIuBvayD-sJyXBvCF9gPGcuVaHIrOvgAYcb5GEWDgl26L_KI8-7yRqrmZzoa6abHF5mDva3MZtro5OYWYZEZs8BOd5gNWwHpEXov2hVZtbsnk0JdDnzsvEW85xxdKxXVm5hpyy/s320/ItHappens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390586744365401490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >It happens....</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Don't we use that pretty </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">petty</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> words quiet often.?!! Often they are used to console ourselves by others(and often by us only) and sometimes to console others... By saying those 2 words do we really accept </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">literally</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> that 'it happens'.?!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So many times 'it happens' happened in my life. Actually I think it happens in every one's life. Life goes on, so sometimes we just let it happen...or 'it' just happens.... Often I feel just too morose hearing it.Also often I feel sorry saying it to others...but at certain points of time you just have no other words except 'it happens'.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">When your best friend does bad in the exam in which he/she studied very well,what can you say except 'it happens'? Yet for that person its not a mere 'it'.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It often may seem a bit queer and weird too, if we go a bit deeper....but who cares...!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The thought of whys and hows always </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">instillate</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> and keep on instigating the mind, yet the next time can we really stop 'it' happening.?!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Because sometimes or many a times in life really 'it' happens, and we have no other options left to take it in some different ways...</span>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-7222078754893437792009-10-02T11:53:00.008+05:302009-10-02T12:31:26.874+05:30TagS.I have been tagged by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745027299909279888" rel="nofollow">Guria</a> , that too 4 times . I am doing all the tags.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">TAG# 01 : Brands Tag</span></span><br /><br />These are mostly the brands that I use in my daily life, may be I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> need some of them everyday.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Samsung</span>,LG,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Frontech</span>,Creative</span> : My computer darling's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">assemled</span> parts belongs to these brands...:)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Sony</span> : My Mobile phone, my music system.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Frooti</span> </span>: My favourite soft drinks.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lakme</span></span> : My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nailpolish</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">kajal</span> pencil,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">facewash</span>, toner, moisturiser, sunscreen.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sandisk</span></span> : My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pendrive</span> and MP3 player.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Diesel</span> : My college bag.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Philips </span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Tubelights</span> and bulbs and other lighting of house, TV.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Dove</span> : My Soap brands.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Pantene</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Sunsilk</span>, Dove,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Livon</span></span>: My haircare products.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Johnson n Johnson</span> : I love it's lotion and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">facewashes</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Fastrack</span>,Titan </span>: My wristwatches .<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Converse</span> : Till now I only have only 1 pair..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Cadbury</span>,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Ferrero</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Rochers</span></span> : My favourite chocolates.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Honey, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Akkriti</span>, Kaleidoscope, Pepe, Bare </span>: Dress brands.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Ohhhh</span>...there are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">soooooooo</span> many I am exhausted, still there are several names creeping..........<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">TAG #02 : Innocent... or Guilty?</span></span><br /><br /><br />RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.<br /><br />RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!<br /><br />RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So here goes the (could be dishonest) answers : </span><br /><br />Asked someone to marry you? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Ever kissed someone of the same sex? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Danced on a table in a bar? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Ever told a lie? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Kissed a picture? <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Slept in until 5 PM? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Fallen asleep at work/school? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Held a snake? <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Been suspended from school? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Worked at a fast food restaurant? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Stolen from a store? <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Been fired from a job? <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Innocent. </span><br /><br />Done something you regret? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Caught a snowflake on your tongue? <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Kissed in the rain? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Sat on a roof top? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Kissed someone you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">shouldn</span>’t?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Innocent.</span><br /><br />Sang in the shower? <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Innocent.</span></span><br /><br />Shaved your head? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Had a boxing membership? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Made a boyfriend cry? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Been in a band? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Shot a gun? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Donated Blood? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Eaten alligator meat? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Eaten cheesecake?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Guilty.</span><br /><br />Still love someone you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">shouldn</span>’t? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Have/had a tattoo? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Liked someone, but will never tell who? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Been too honest? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Ruined a surprise? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty</span>.<br /><br />Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">couldn</span>’t walk afterwards? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Erased someone in your friends list?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Guilty.</span><br /><br />Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Joined a pageant? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br />Had communication with your ex? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Got totally drunk on the night before exam? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Innocent.</span><br /><br />Got totally angry that you cried so hard? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Guilty.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >TAG #03 : How DUMB are you? </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are.</span><br /><br /><br />[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking<br />[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking<br />[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door<br />[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle<br />[ ] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself<br />[ ] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 1</span><br /><br />[x] You have run into a tree/bush.<br />[x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow<br />[x] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times<br />[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.<br />[ ] You just tried to sing them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 5</span><br /><br />[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.<br />[ ] You have choked on your own spit .<br />[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.<br />[x] You’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ve</span> never seen the Matrix.<br />[x] You type only with two fingers.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 7</span><br /><br />[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire<br />[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.<br />[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.<br />[x] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 8</span><br /><br />[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking<br />[ ] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about<br />[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you<br />[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.<br />[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 8</span><br /><br />[x] You have eaten a bug<br />[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important<br />[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">didn</span>’t realize it<br />[ ] You’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">ve</span> looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand<br />[x] You have ran around naked in your house.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 11</span><br /><br />[x] You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">repost</span> bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.<br />[ ] You break a lot of things.<br />[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.<br />[ ] You tilt your head when you’re confused<br />[ ] You have fallen out of your chair before<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So far: 12</span><br /><br />[ ] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall<br />[ ] The word “<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">ummmmm</span>” is used many times a day.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">TOTAL: 12</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">I am (12/37)*100 = 32.43% DUMB !!!.....[:O]</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >TAG #04 : Questions </span><br /><br /><br />RULES: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.<br /><br />1.What is your current obsession? <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Sleeping and having chocolates.</span><br /><br />2. What are you wearing today?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Night dress.</span><br /><br />3. What’s for dinner? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Next is lunch, not dinner.</span><br /><br />4. What’s the last thing you bought?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Top up card.</span></span><br /><br />5. What are you listening to right now? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Jaao</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">na</span>.....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> </span><br />6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">A smart, talented <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Kolkatan</span>..:)</span><br /><br />7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Brussels.</span><br /><br />8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Water bottle.</span><br /><br />9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> To <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Dalhousie</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Uttaranchal</span> one)</span><br /><br />10. Which language do you want to learn? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">German.</span><br /><br />11. What’s your favourite quote? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">" 'having' is not so pleasing a thing after all, as 'wanting'."</span><br /><br />12. Who do you want to meet right now? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">None.</span><br /><br />13. What is your favourite colour? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Pink,Blue, White (Cant select 1)</span><br />.<br />14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet? <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Jeans and white tees.</span><br /><br />15. What is your dream job? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Joining BMW.....:D..[:P]</span><br /><br />16. What’s your favourite magazine? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Puja</span> specials.</span><br /><br />17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Chocolates, shoes, a house ,then if something is left will give it to you...:)</span><br /><br />18. What do you consider a fashion <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">faux</span> pas? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Fusion of Horrible colors(e.g Deep pink n deep yellow), too much of stripes all over..</span><br /><br />19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Haven't thought about that....</span><br /><br />20. What kind of haircut do you prefer? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Being bald is best...</span><br /><br />21. What are you going to do after this?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Bath.</span><br /><br />22. Who is your favourite sport star? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Sachin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Tendulkar</span>.</span><br /><br />23. What are three cosmetic/makeup/perfume products that you can't live without? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I can live without them with great ease.</span><br /><br />24. What inspires you? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Good results.</span><br /><br />25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you: <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Cant say. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">dont</span> keep an account when my what looks work for others' eyes..:)</span><br /><br />26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Old ragged jeans and an old top (time tested ones, that never goes wrong)</span><br /><br />27. Coffee or tea? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Coffee.</span><br /><br />28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I sleep or listen to music and have chocolates.</span><br /><br />29. What is the meaning of your name? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Like Honey.(:P)</span><br /><br />30. Which other blogs do you love visiting? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The ones I follow.</span><br /><br />31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Chocolates cakes, pastries..anything with chocolate basically.</span><br /><br />32. Favorite Season? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Winter and Rains.</span><br /><br />33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">May be a stuffed Omlette.</span><br /><br />34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Just avoid them, Dont talk.</span><br /><br />35. What do you love most about yourself? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I love the whole self of mine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My question now</span> ...36. Whats the use of doing this tag?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Now that I am over with the tags I am supposed to tag some people. if you have already done the tags , leave those and do the rest. Well, I am tagging:<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Andy<br />Anoop<br />abc<br />Rahul<br />Leo<br />Samadrita<br />Vyshu<br />Ajai<br />Venky<br />Kaka<br />Soin<br />Pramoda<br />Sourav<br />Divsi<br />Deeps<br />Harini<br />Neha<br />Rohit<br />Shruti<br />Pulkit<br />Manju<br />Simba<br />meow<br />Swati<br />Chitwan<br />Yellow tulip<br />N J<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Well the list is already very long... carry on people ..Happy Tagging....:)<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></div>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-30381332330877533842009-09-28T12:22:00.007+05:302009-09-28T12:36:05.615+05:30Durga Puja '09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0Ur2G7e5if_eA9UDcakWIjLXos8fYgTcFJa0Lc9NIqSaK7B_P56UCw4UUVxniJSQBntMFjFLG6zXvst7AW3ccmNVAOeleOZT_zI2VnhTZhne8-TRVUVMaacIq4G-mxvXvmEIrR7RVs84/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0Ur2G7e5if_eA9UDcakWIjLXos8fYgTcFJa0Lc9NIqSaK7B_P56UCw4UUVxniJSQBntMFjFLG6zXvst7AW3ccmNVAOeleOZT_zI2VnhTZhne8-TRVUVMaacIq4G-mxvXvmEIrR7RVs84/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386408336628375442" border="0" /></a><br />Today is the last day of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Durga</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">puja</span>'09.<br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pandal</span> hopping has been the way of life' during the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">puja</span> days for most of the people in<br />eastern India, especially Bengal(irrespective of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bengalis</span>, non-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bengalis</span> and their religions)<br />.<br />Everything comes in huge variety at this time of the year, starting from the fashions of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Devis</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Devs</span> to the style statements of the alive Dev <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Devis</span>....:), the variety of materials used by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">puja</span> committees to make t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iVfTdpauMLEua4c_jXScOD2__Hq1tWJ47yooLgfi1cbC6CCiA22y8Ap6kJm02YDN-_Zfwt0I5ljrusgAuD34vuO6vI89LpEScOdbm8lURRdPQdsYi26cy7SmySK7n_0dGj3K_KoDUvLw/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iVfTdpauMLEua4c_jXScOD2__Hq1tWJ47yooLgfi1cbC6CCiA22y8Ap6kJm02YDN-_Zfwt0I5ljrusgAuD34vuO6vI89LpEScOdbm8lURRdPQdsYi26cy7SmySK7n_0dGj3K_KoDUvLw/s320/DSC00825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386409612916521730" border="0" /></a>heir <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pandals</span>(where the deities are kept and worshipped and we the people visit them after standing in long long queues for hours..) ranging from wood, clothes ,paper packets, mirrors,tabla,bamboo sticks,conchs and sea shells, bricks,marble,ceramics, plaster of Paris,bottles anything and everything that comes in human imagination (sometimes things are forcefully imagined,and you can well imagine what disasters they make.).<br /><br />But the days of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Pujas</span> are for pure fun and enjoyment. It seems that the city filled with joy,colors, lights and sumptuous delicacies stored and restored all its energies and enthusiasms for this time of the year only. Jovial faces, sparkling smiles, pranks are just too common everywhere. Also Huge number of polices are visible. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Dont know</span> where they hide for the rest of the time of the year..!!!(have a look at a pic on right).<br />You cant be sombre for a moment here at this time. Another thing of the season is the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">oglin</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkQUTCjEyKtMUw1dXSsKdMMEoYRfTgoLxFtNe3wuqglfSkN9BQrVbaJmTOv3XjApZx8mN_-hJYu0GFni5O9OtiYGSwwT2J4H6gs5RpVDd5c1mBr899a66HzEK-T1wkpDFlmVekwruhsDS/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkQUTCjEyKtMUw1dXSsKdMMEoYRfTgoLxFtNe3wuqglfSkN9BQrVbaJmTOv3XjApZx8mN_-hJYu0GFni5O9OtiYGSwwT2J4H6gs5RpVDd5c1mBr899a66HzEK-T1wkpDFlmVekwruhsDS/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386409853692858578" border="0" /></a>g session', guys at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dudettes</span> and gals at the dudes. Well its somehow a love season, sometimes lost love is revisited and some new loves are acquired.<br />For me, its the time when I sleep long long hours after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">pandal</span>-hopping for several hours,<br />having all the foods I want (having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Biriyani</span> for consecutive days forgetting those extra kilos).<br /><br />In the over-crowded buses,trains, metros and trams you can see lovey-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">dovey</span> couples everywhere.<br />Well this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">puja</span> I went for outings with family only, so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">didn't</span> have much to talk and observed a lot<br />(especially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">faux</span> pas es) which somehow harmed my eyes (though many looked best and many played safe without experimenting much with colors n patterns). May be those are the latest<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">fashionistas</span>' recommendations, but I some Hated them. Some of them are :<br />#A big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">tummied</span> girl wearing a deep purple Top along with ochre yellow Capri, golden sandal.<br />sky blue painted toes and carrying a maroon handbag...[yuck...!!!]<br /><br />#A girl showing her underwear label intentionally from the front of her low-waist jeans(not an ultra one, though...[thank God It was not..!!!] ),a<br />green ice cream spoon tucked in her hip-pocket..[ She tried hard to be a style icon..but alas<br />for me me she failed..:P]<br /><br />#A middle aged woman displaying blue undergarment through a deep necked golden yellow blouse.<br />[no comments please..]<br /><br />#A young girl wearing a pink legging with a strange geometric patterned long black top.<br />[Well this one is the most tolerable amongst the others though it looked really weird to me]<br /><br /><br />Among so many joys and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">grandeur</span> this year another thing was worth a notice in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">kolkata</span>, The<br />number of beggars...Perhaps they have increased exponentially (though many says most of them<br />are frauds, remember <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Slumdog</span>??!!). But they are really everywhere(from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">puja</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">pandals</span> to all over the footpaths) and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">soo</span> many.Especially<br />little handicapped children n old ones, You cant help being sad seeing them, yet you cant help<br />them. A friend of mine said they are all a part of a community which is just meant for that,<br />and they all have other side businesses. God knows. What does <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Puja</span> mean to them, for them I wonder often.<br />Is it merely to income some extra bucks...!!??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkweJH5zB2wpmo22nZeU_5ZX3X4zEsIpNURtEifHUu5H1RzLIc-PpNuLNSOb1hRg7fTYHhgxQ5JYWeVO7Cg_I79WT4qSBfQPoguV9JF3t0LN-A_alTeP56Bv3Ll-WKmvMf-tj6v3Heh4kd/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkweJH5zB2wpmo22nZeU_5ZX3X4zEsIpNURtEifHUu5H1RzLIc-PpNuLNSOb1hRg7fTYHhgxQ5JYWeVO7Cg_I79WT4qSBfQPoguV9JF3t0LN-A_alTeP56Bv3Ll-WKmvMf-tj6v3Heh4kd/s320/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386409317758761586" border="0" /></a><br />P.S: Subho Bijoya To all.rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4595927141381981929.post-39746010122682399322009-09-25T12:09:00.005+05:302009-09-25T12:13:32.692+05:30Meaningless feelings.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6-pSvf3jG9dO8ZbDW8WsGUNyBCd-T0yju2ii4XECV4kzmPKwyTspjkG1QpATsdgK21i0TMDVkbg7_KOt86Y6KcepN4WIelgrYuzPwr_5ABUW45AM-NwHKSISK3f3FA3_P8DDjLtFzTL8/s1600-h/little-girl-feeling-sad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6-pSvf3jG9dO8ZbDW8WsGUNyBCd-T0yju2ii4XECV4kzmPKwyTspjkG1QpATsdgK21i0TMDVkbg7_KOt86Y6KcepN4WIelgrYuzPwr_5ABUW45AM-NwHKSISK3f3FA3_P8DDjLtFzTL8/s320/little-girl-feeling-sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385291967225545042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Cant find words, yet I need them.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I want to share something,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">But I wonder what is it ...</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I want to ensconce here.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">What I want? what I get..</span></strong><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">!!</span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I don't know myself.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Perhaps I have lost all and everything</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">But again I cant recall what it is.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Do I really need some prerogative??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">But for what? for whom?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I keep dawdling around with</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Preposterous resentment.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Infidelity hurts, it has made me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Indifferent towards anything.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Yet still cannot infringe the vague inferno.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Why?the question still remains.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Do you feel a bit compassionate</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Or move your face exasperatingly?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I am indeed waiting for the evangel.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Still I doubt ,whether it can make me happy.!</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I cant ,rather don't denunciate anybody.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">But what is this going?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">It was supposed to be fine and alright.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">But everything is going insouciant.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Detrimental thoughts are instilling.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">I know I'll convalesce soon.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Yet I hate the present state .</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Cant define what actually it is.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Inanity, languor,incubus,complex or</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">A Mixture (may be compound) of all.....</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />[<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">P.S:<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This was written pretty time back. I have convalesced from that state now....But often this type of feelings occur, One cant help it, you know....Its the characteristic of age....<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">...<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">:)...:P</span> ]</span></span></span></span></span><br /></span></strong>rimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397051720324170082noreply@blogger.com20