tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12861601260546962432024-03-13T19:45:32.777+05:30your chatterbox returns again....this is me
sharing my random thoughts and know it somewhere deep inside
u all feel the same ............Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-2739474937752434162017-12-30T07:08:00.004+05:302017-12-30T07:08:49.799+05:30Bachpan......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aajkal jaane kyu..</h1>
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Khoya hua lagta hai kuch<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Kaali raaton me<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Chat ko taakte hue<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Lagta hai kuch to tha<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Kuch. To tha jo gayab hai</div>
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Haan… taare shayad<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />in nakli roshniyon me<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Raunak dab gyi hai inki<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Chamak dhundhla gyi hai shayad<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Na maaloom ab ye Kya kehti hongi…<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Kya koi baatein krta hoga unse ab bhi?<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Ya ye b yu hin kho gyi hai<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Is chakachaundh me….</div>
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Ya fir baarish hogi…<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Uski boonde ab bhati nai utni<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Jaise kabhi<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Man ko lalcha jaati thi<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Bijli ki garaj rom rom behka jaati thi<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Haan magar yaad us<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Kagaj ki naav aur unki race ki<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Aaj bhi<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Man loobha jaati hai…</div>
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Jaane Kya dhoondti hoo<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Jhankti hui<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Ghar k taako me…<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Aur kabhi unpe rakhi kitabon me…<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Kya bachpan unme hota hai?<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Nai na?</div>
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Haan magar<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Jab unhi kitbon se<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />ek mor ka pankh<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Fisalata k god me aa girta hai….<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Muskurahat aur kuch yaadon ke sath thora to bachpan laut aata hai…</div>
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Muddat beet gyi<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Us bachpane se mile hue<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Kya mujhe hi bas vo yaad aata hai?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-10385279786266233312015-05-03T21:38:00.001+05:302015-05-03T21:38:30.423+05:30kabhi kabhi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Kabhi hota hai yun bhi</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Ki hota hai dil udaas</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Aur muskurahat kahi gum ho jaye</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Hota hai kabhi yun bhi </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Pura ghar suna ho jaye</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br />Aur kisi ki yaad sataye<br />Gar ho aisa<br />To band kar lena ankhein tum apni<br />Ki khabon ki duniya bari haseen hai<br />Ki na gam ki ghanghor ghatayein hain isme<br />Na hi dard ki baarish hai<br />Band kar lo ankhein tum apni<br />Ki socho tum agar<br />To isme duniya samai hai....</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-52797113469692539182015-04-22T00:17:00.001+05:302015-04-22T00:17:00.996+05:30what is it???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
sometimes i wonder...<br />
what is love? is it the same as they describe in the books or display in movies?<br />
does it is as pure, as compassionate, as innocent as they say it is?<br />
does it really changes people?<br />
does it actually doesn't care about who you are or how you look or is your heart pure and good?<br />
or is it that painful as they say?<br />
does it actually churn your heart and stops its beating and does it really crush your heart and kills you inside?<br />
what exactly is it??<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-80872625642895639002015-04-20T00:01:00.000+05:302015-04-20T00:01:21.807+05:30If I could........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am a demanding type of girl<br />
I want everything from the world<br />
<br />
if I could stay with someone<br />
I want to stay with you<br />
<br />
if I could hold something<br />
I want to hold your hand forever<br />
<br />
if I could look over something<br />
I want to look at you forever & ever...<br />
<br />
if I have to just walk into oblivion<br />
I want to walk with you<br />
<br />
if I Have to stand<br />
I want stand by your side...<br />
<br />
if I have to just stay still<br />
I would want to be still on your shoulder<br />
<br />
if I have to imagine<br />
I will imagine to be with you right now<br />
<br />
if I have to dream<br />
I will dream a future with you<br />
<br />
if I could any anything in the world<br />
I will have you and only you<br />
as you are<br />
and you mean to me the whole world <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-87314980428227765522015-04-04T23:09:00.001+05:302015-04-04T23:09:35.502+05:30Micro Moments : 7<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJJ5Ja2P9sk/VSAb29YweJI/AAAAAAAAIIc/SZELGP7eDx8/s1600/20150404_173851%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJJ5Ja2P9sk/VSAb29YweJI/AAAAAAAAIIc/SZELGP7eDx8/s1600/20150404_173851%5B1%5D.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">notice the kid behind the pole?</td></tr>
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let me start with - do you notice the little kid behind the pole? YES ? now who is he?<br />
He is the son of the person who sell tobacco & snacks at the roadside at my bus stop of my office. and I watch him almost everyday some days when mom is not around he even deals with the customers. :) he has a brother too who always keeps fighting and playing at the same time, and do you notice the small tap at the left corner? thats the portable water selling stand. the guy who own this is a friendly guy how i know? he always plays with the kids and never stops the lill one from his cute mischiefs.<br />
so here can you guess what this small yet curious guy doing??<br />
well HE IS GUIDING & INSTRUCTING THE WORKERS TO HOW THEY LEFT A CORNER UNDONE :P<br />
and to my surprise they actually listen and the leader heard the kid very patiently and acc to his wish told his workers to fix the spot.<br />
this whole incidence was so cute and refreshing that I couldn't help but click a pic of the kid before he eloped..<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-27743817197779662532015-03-12T22:00:00.003+05:302015-03-12T22:00:30.479+05:30IS MOON REALLY A COMPLIMENT? ??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I went to this place few days ago and as I was sitting there the lady who owned the place was playing some old songs one by one...
After a while I started to put my attention towards the lyrics and I noticed something - every other song had moon in it.
Either it was used as a prop or described for the nature but mostly it was used for comparison with the female's face in order to prove that they are beautiful. .</span><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppUbtRMUmKE/VQG-3-_3MJI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/YnEiC1ihdgg/s1600/moonLADY28.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppUbtRMUmKE/VQG-3-_3MJI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/YnEiC1ihdgg/s1600/moonLADY28.jpeg" height="200" width="143" /></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: blue;">
<b>Ye chand sa roshan chehra (your face is full of light as moon)
Chand si mehbooba ho meri(I wish someone as pretty as moon for me)</b></span></i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Mera Chand mujhe aya hai nazar ( i have seen my moon in you )</b></span></i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: blue;"><b>mere samne wali khidki me ek chand ka tukra rehta hai ( the girl who lives next door is a soul of moon)</b></span></i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: blue;"><b> chand se mukhra kyu sharmaya ( why a moon face is so shy?) 0.0</b></span></i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Choudavi ka chand ho, ya afatab ho. ( are you a full moon or a spark )</b></span></i></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: blue;"><b>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Etc etc
And I started to wonder- is moon really a compliment? ?
What exactly is moon? A sattalite which doesn't have its own light but it absorbs sun's, its full of holes which are visible from the earth, its not consistent it changes each day and dissappear after every few days.....
Then tell me oo so sincere writers
When you are saying the love of ur life is like moon what exactly are you saying?
Are you saying that she is a parasite sucking the light of your life?
Or you're saying that she is full of imperfections and issues?
Or you're saying that as moon is such a regular thing now that being there is no big deal that your girl is like any other person?
Or are you are saying that as the moon changes its persona each day your girl has infinite number of faces and you can't figure out how is she in reality??
So here's my question again
<b>IS MOON REALLY A COMPLIMENT? ??</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-71245670148839790962015-02-18T17:42:00.002+05:302015-02-18T17:42:22.782+05:30meri maa...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Jo tu hoti yahan<br />
Sir rakh k so jati<br />
God me teri..<br />
Jo hoti tu yahan<br />
Sir mera dabati<br />
Aur sehlate hue sulati.. .<br />
Thori udaas jo hoti main<br />
Jo thora hoti pareshan<br />
Tere kandhe pe sir rakh k roti main<br />
Jo tu hoti yahan<br />
Yaad aye to kya karun<br />
Ki ro b to nai sakti<br />
Tu jaan jaati hai aur<br />
Hoti hai behaal<br />
Kaash tu hoti yaha<br />
Ki yaad aati hai<br />
Mujhe meri maaa.. ..<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-53714790722695977902015-01-09T20:15:00.000+05:302015-01-09T20:15:53.783+05:30Micro Moments: 6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv_uXtTOEmY/VK_pVTON0YI/AAAAAAAAHok/xQXoo66FiDg/s1600/IMG-20141215-WA0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv_uXtTOEmY/VK_pVTON0YI/AAAAAAAAHok/xQXoo66FiDg/s1600/IMG-20141215-WA0000.jpg" height="200" width="198" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Days are going by okay actually more than okay nowadays. .
the other small gesture which made me very glad and I like to share it...
Yesterday I went out for dinner to this place and ordered stuffed parathe and the waiter asked what I want with it I asked for cold drink he said that's not available. . That made me sad and I said it's okay bhaiya mujhe to wahi chahiye tha. . ( its okay I only wanted that and nothing else will do).
So my order was served and I started eating just then the waiter returns with a bowl of dal (pulse), and kept it on my table.
I was shocked I said u haven't ordered this, to my surprise he replied " madam ji aapne kuch mangaya nai na sath me isliye sir ne bhijwaya hai aapke liye"( ma'am u haven't ordered anything else with it hence the owner had sent this for you and its in the house).
I was like...it made me glad and I thanked the owner for his such act of goodness.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-89166379689546590962015-01-09T20:11:00.002+05:302015-01-09T20:11:35.174+05:30Micro moments: 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other day I was sitting in metro coming back home
I met this cute baby- he keep smiling and try to snatch my earplugs. After sometime I actually gave it to him and the moment I did it he lost interest and moved on to the other guys earplugs. ...
Sweet and a mere reflection of human nature
We want what we cant have..
And die for it and the minute we gt it we are not happy anymore and want something else...</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-64102941657099259022015-01-09T19:57:00.002+05:302015-01-09T19:57:31.064+05:30micro moments :4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIoaIzElXKs/VK_lKngHjlI/AAAAAAAAHoY/XjXC5ont2aQ/s1600/10927933_913971791946259_594795969_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIoaIzElXKs/VK_lKngHjlI/AAAAAAAAHoY/XjXC5ont2aQ/s1600/10927933_913971791946259_594795969_n.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">They say that a lonely person is most likely to offer his hands on for help rather than a happy one
I disagree
Ya i was lonley and sad and grumpy but I helped people that time too
But now m happy feel awesome and cheerful all day and I still help people
I do it even more often now
I talk to people I make them smile
It makes me feel good tooo
U know
Today and yesterday I wished every metro employees happy new year
I never have done that before......
I helped that drunk lady , I never talked to her before....</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I never expected anything in return
But in the evening I went out to eat something, so I went to this shop on which one time I met a guy begging for money but I gv him food instead.
As I was standing there and talking to the shopkeeper as I do always the other man standing beside me said " happy new year"
I must say I was happy at least there are some people like me.
Who have good in there heart
See in my opinion good heart doesn't always mean that u donate or keep helping random people, a good heart is the heart which spread happiness and kindness, doesn't mind bringing smile to other people faces Wether they are stranger or not....</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-27991675150315925612015-01-03T15:31:00.001+05:302015-01-03T15:31:52.682+05:30TRUST..............................................<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So
It was a new year's eve
My first new year far from home and alone</div>
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I went to this club
I stood on the top floor and watched as the couples danced together
They all looked same yet each was unique in its own way
Some were really happy and cheerful and jumping
Some were so slow and just grooving and checking out others
Some were lost in each other's eyes
Some were really good dancers and
Some making so silly moves and enjoying that in thier own way.........</div>
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That made me think...
Each one is a couple eachone think they're gonna end together but how many will actually do that?
They were so comfortable with each other so in love
But were they really?</div>
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as the night passed girls were blooming ....</div>
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some were drunk as hell and as i went to the dance floor i looked around </div>
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they were falling and guys were trying to catch them, some were just sitting like they cnt move and the guys,...</div>
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i dont know some were happy and few were worried...</div>
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why would girls do that??</div>
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how can they trust someone so much?</div>
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trust is a virtue </div>
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but i think they are lucky that they can actually trust someone not like me that i wont beliee in anyone....</div>
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<span style="line-height: 17.9400005340576px;">but i have my valid reasons...........</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17.9400005340576px;">but in this case i think too much trust is a BAD thing</span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">only if they wouldn't trust their partner much they would have drunk that much you know...</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">there was a married couple the wife was so so drunk that his husband and sister were not even able to take her outside.........</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">i helped them took her and took her downstairs.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">but why did it happened?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">coz she knew she would be okay with his husband</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">another couple.. i asked the girlfreind "how much and what did u drink?"</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">she replied : " i dont know he gave me the drinks and i took it"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">WHY WOMEN WHY??</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">why wnt u ask what the hell u r taking?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; white-space: pre-wrap;">well i just wish that people put their trust in right people..............</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-37165468731867763982014-12-07T02:31:00.001+05:302014-12-07T02:31:06.841+05:30O captain my captain !!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
its amazing how small movies can change your thinking, can change what you feeling...........<br />
i watched today a movie named #dead poets society<br />
and OMG am i amazed enough............<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YgVE5z2CTQ/VINuRPbYJMI/AAAAAAAAG1E/zGq4H27UFHM/s1600/dead-poets-society-quotes-12.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YgVE5z2CTQ/VINuRPbYJMI/AAAAAAAAG1E/zGq4H27UFHM/s1600/dead-poets-society-quotes-12.png" height="200" width="200" /></a>the phrases the dialogues and the expressions so simple yet so real......<br />
the passion the emotions the weird thing people do it was all so so unlike the fiction....<br />
how the young minds feel about the future<br />
how everything affects them<br />
how they are excited by a simple speech<br />
how they are shy and not accustomed to the change around them<br />
there's so much you can learn from it.................<br />
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and as a viewer i was a part of it too .............<br />
i wanted to feel the breeze in my hairs<br />
wanted to run across the fields<br />
and jump into river<br />
and oh my the happiness on the faces when someone discover what exactly they want to do with their life..........<br />
the clash between the parents and the kids about the safe future..........<br />
the one who never speaks or come forward stood up for his wish.........<br />
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there are many things to inspire from<br />
" <span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,</span><br />
<dd style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;">Old time is still a-flying;</dd><dd style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;">And this same flower that smiles today</dd><dd style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;">Tomorrow will be dying."</dd><dd style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">its so beautifull.........</span></dd><dd style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></dd><dd style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">i cannot </span></span><span style="line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">believe</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"> that a simple movie can make you feel so so deep.....</span></span></dd><dd style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span></dd><dd style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px;"><br /></dd></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-21126262559866462262014-12-05T22:15:00.001+05:302014-12-05T22:15:07.517+05:30micro moments : 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So Today's metro is
not that stuffed But the reason is am 2 damn hours late for my office. But its
worth it </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The moment I
entered I sweeped the seats hoping to find an empty one but no luck.. So I
stood in front of the ladies seat just then a guy left his seat and the man
behind me told me to sit I turned and saw he was 50-60 years old, I said no you
sit But he said its k u sit but I said please I insist you sit then he sat down
finally... How come some people are so polite? He deseeved that seat then also
he wanted a girl to sit how nice. ....</span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #141823; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So yesterday I was in
metro coming back home As many people already know that its like cotton balls
stuffed in pillows.. There are two stations at which u really have to survive
or else u will be either thrown out or cnt get out... So at yamuna bank a flush
of people entered and like any other day two men started to fight over space
and pushing.it didn't end and they started to pass remarks, everyone was just
watching them but then a guy said " are bas ho gya bhai bahut khoon jal
gya"(stop it u have burned ur blood more than enough) And all people
surrounding them started laughing including the men fighting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-27726282412503629612014-12-02T21:34:00.001+05:302014-12-02T21:34:25.595+05:30Micro Moments : 1 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so the other day i was coming from a function and i was not getting any convenience half way ...<br />
after sometime a rickshaw came and he agreed to take me but he asked for 40rs. which i thought was way more but i agreed as it was getting late...<br />
10 minutes passed but i was still far away from my home I realised that my home is actually far and the fare is more than fine- this made me feel guilty that I was getting frustrated without any reason.<br />
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SO when i reached home i gave him 30 rs and said please wait so that I can get more change from my house, and i returned with 10 rs and a chips packet: i gave it to him and said " bhiaya ye isliye ki apne mujhse galat paise nai mange, Thank you"( this is for you as You didnt asked for extra bucks, Thanks).<br />
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And his face: i could never forget the smile and the happiness i saw on his face....<br />
his eyes light up and he started laughing and kept the packet.<br />
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and i never felt that GOOD in a long long time.........<br />
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this made me realise that happiness can be shared and u cn be happy by giving happiness to others......<br />
<br />
after that i started noticing & focusing that what i can do for others to make them happy.......<br />
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<li>I bought snacks for all the labors in my factory</li>
<li>I bought a grammar book for my junior staff ( he wanted to learn english)</li>
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till now thats it......</div>
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but i make sure that i do something good each day- </div>
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so I always offer my seat in Metro to someone who needs it, nomatter how tired i am ........</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-37816000670223198502014-12-02T21:16:00.001+05:302014-12-02T21:16:04.277+05:30Micro Moments : <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
hi there!!<br />
<br />
this blog was supposed to say something important, atleast what i made it for<br />
But i couldn't find a big - huge - magnanimous- humoungous topic to write..........<br />
Hence it went dull.<br />
But from past few months my perspective of life has changed<br />
<br />
i started observing more and reacting less.<br />
and i realised that world is filled with people who are already a fuss about the BIG ISSUES..:P<br />
what's lacked is small and lill moments which no one has time for....<br />
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SO<br />
In this series MICRO MOMENTS i am going to share small things that matter, small acts and my daily experience.<br />
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I hope people who read this will actually care and know that humanity is still left somewhere, we just need to find it..........<br />
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http://thevoiceofastonishingme.blogspot.in/2013/11/humanity.html<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-90210432186369315472014-11-08T22:58:00.001+05:302014-11-13T00:00:46.968+05:30i wonder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Y do I sleep with so many toys
a Teddy, two huggibears, three pillows
So much that there is no such space left for anyone but for me to get cozy.
Is it because I feel lonely?
Or I cant sleep alone?
Or I really fel sad and dnt want to accept it
Why?
Since I was a kid
I never liked softoys or teddies
I was never wood over cute chubby puppies.
Then why I am like this now?............................</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-89034945374216670732014-11-04T01:31:00.003+05:302014-11-04T01:31:59.939+05:30I am what I am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am what I am<br />
just because i smile<br />
doesnt mean m not serious<br />
just because i laugh at every moment<br />
doesnt mean i dnt take things seriously<br />
just because i seem carefree<br />
doesnt mean i dnt care about anything or<br />
i dont worry about it....<br />
I am what I am<br />
its just i try to hold on as much as i can<br />
but my smile is misunderstood by attitude<br />
laugh by mischief<br />
language by rudeness<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem an open book<br />
but i have hidden chapters<br />
which still needs to be unlocked<br />
i may seem clear as a river<br />
but i have cyclones<br />
far deep inside<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem calm as ocean<br />
but i have sea monsters prevailing in me<br />
I am what I am<br />
just because i smile<br />
doesnt mean m not serious<br />
just because i laugh at every moment<br />
doesnt mean i dnt take things seriously<br />
just because i seem carefree<br />
doesnt mean i dnt care about anything or<br />
i dont worry about it....<br />
I am what I am<br />
its just i try to hold on as much as i can<br />
but my smile is misunderstood by attitude<br />
laugh by mischief<br />
language by rudeness<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem an open book<br />
but i have hidden chapters<br />
which still needs to be unlocked<br />
i may seem clear as a river<br />
but i have cyclones<br />
far deep inside<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem bitchy<br />
but m not hurt full<br />
i may seem rude<br />
but i am not heartless<br />
i may seem like i hate you<br />
but inside m dying for u to get me<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem i wanna kill you<br />
but i want nothing but the happiness for you<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem like<br />
i would turn the world upside down<br />
if i dont get what i want<br />
but i wont even let you know that its killing me<br />
i will smile and stand by you<br />
I am what I am<br />
i may seem impossible to understand<br />
but i cant help it<br />
I am what I am<br />
i dont trust anyone<br />
but thats what keeping me safe till now<br />
and no one ever came to break my belief<br />
I am what I am<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-91074940204746868542014-10-10T20:07:00.004+05:302014-10-10T20:07:56.030+05:30TWO FACES OF LOVE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">from past few days m watching movies like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">MILI</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">RAB NE BANA DI JODI</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NAMASTEY LONDON</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BREAK UP</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and these movies made me rethink about the concept of love and marriage</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">like in rab ne bana di jodi- there cannot be a random man other than the father's fav student (which she met on her wedding day) and they got married.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she didn't loved him, hell she didn't even liked him and was sad (coz her supposed to be lover/husband was dead on her wedding day).she even told his husband that she cant love him ever and if he want he can divorce her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">yet, he agreed and loved her with all her heart and never told her his feeling as it may hurt her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she asked to join dance classes he permits and changed his whole identity to be the man she could love (i know lill dramatic that how cannot she identify her own husband but ya its a movie, what else do u expect??)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She does fall in love with him u know, and the husband putting a stone on his heart offers her to run away with him(leaving all-his identity, family property)to start fresh.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and in the end she chooses his HUSBAND.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">how can a man love anyone to leave all,sacrifice all just to see a smile on her face???</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in Namastey London- the NRI parents trick her daughter to marry a punjabi guy(as they thought they were loosing her to west)upset girl make a wish to leave just after wedding (trick - so that they don't get time to register their marriage)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the happy husband goes to London doing prep for his reception only to find out that he has been ditched and the girl doesn't even consider it a wedding .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The husband then also stays in london and win the heart of her bride, which (off coarse the melodramatic Bollywood) had a boyfriend and wants to marry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the husband becomes her friend and she falls in love with him and the D day (wedding of bride with her boyfriend) she leaves the isle to be with his lawful husband.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lets talk about MILI - the girl got cancer yet she is full of life and on the other hand a rich guy is sad drunk as his parents dead(murder suicide).she taught him to live to love and dies....SAD</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BREAK UP- a nice movie showing typical guys and gals in relationship.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the guy don't give a fuck about small things, loves to drink, party and have fun with guys and his Girlfriend too.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the girl does the cooking, picking the clothes, managing the house parties, dinner etc..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">after a time she gets fed up and breaks up- not because she doesn't love him but it was hurting too much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the guy gets it too late, and they never got together again........</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">these stories made me realize that LOVE like just like any other thing has 2 faces.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">its not necessary that the guy u think is the one for you really is the one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">sometimes the love can find its way in your heart at the times u dont expect it..........</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and love is possible even your heart got broken or fed up with life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">as for me I HAVE TOTALLY LOST FAITH IN LOVE OR LOVE STORIES.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but watching after these movies I m beginning to think MAY BE there's hope for me after all.....................</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-55773993594274330892014-10-05T15:47:00.001+05:302014-10-05T16:23:07.365+05:30Men & Women<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">so</span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">what should i write today?<br />i want to write something<br />m having these urges to put out want i think or what i am feeling right now but the moment i open this page mind becomes as this page BLANK .........<br />urggggggggg........<br />i was watching euphoria's video of "kabhi ana tu meri gali" and it made me really sad..<br />both guy and girl like each other but as no one confessed the girl was to be wed to another guy which their parents fixed.<br />at the day of wedding the guy's family back out of the ceremony coz they want more money, and the lover boy accepts the girl and they live happily ever after.<br />BUT BUT BUT<br />this made me think</span><ul style="text-align: left;">
<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">how many of us cant have their love coz they are afraid to confess?</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">what if he or she had told the other about their feelings?</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">and how was the guy which parents selected ? i mean she was lucky he backed at wedding and not afterwards</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">how can parents choose and decide whats best for her?and indeed if they can then how come this happened at the wedding?the guy just walked out ? never even once asked about the issues or reason of why he was asked to do so?</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">and it was just pure luck that the boy was present there at that moment and the girls family was saved a load of humiliation and the guy had the guts to offer himself</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">how many females cant have that opportunity as their friends are seldom in the wedding itself.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;">and it was the father who accepted that guy finally as if it was typical father - he would rather stop the wedding than watch his daughter marry a man he didn't choose</span></li>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">why no one discuss these things?<br />the past(ancient) was much much better the girls had the freedom of choosing their husbands, the man cannot refuse a women who propose him.<br />today we call ourselves modern but what are we really?<br />on one hand we reached on another planet and on the other if a girl has too many guy friends she doesn't have a character?<br />on one hand a girl should be self dependent on the other if she stand up for herself people lecture about how a girl should be polite, humble and submissive?<br />WHY?<br />why a man and a women working on a same profile are judged differently?<br />if a man is strict he is perfect for the job, he is professional and perfect, and if the same with girl- she is bossy, hitler, egoistic, bad mouthed, mannerless, and belongs to a bad family?<br />I MEAN SERIOUSLY<br />how could u even go to her family and not his?<br />PLEASE go look in mirror............<br />These type of people make me sick...</span></h4>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-32901246462787266472014-09-05T22:44:00.001+05:302014-09-05T22:44:17.748+05:30poor man & robbery <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was watching a movie when i heard a man cry so loud on the road that I couldn't stop myself to go and see what happened<br />
It was late so of course I went on the balcony to lookout and there i saw another man talking to him.<br />
crying man was a balloon ball seller he was crying like anything he told that someone asked him for 100 rs change so he took out his today's earnings to give them change and then they rob him and took all of his money (around 400-500).<br />
now he had no money left even to go back home.<br />
the man who is my neighbour gave him some bucks so that he can go home at least.<br />
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what day has come.....<br />
a man selling balloons to eat and survive and people rob such poor man, god knows that whether or not he will have anything to eat today.....<br />
how could people do that ....<br />
m heart broken....<br />
m loosing faith in humanity lill bit each day.................<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-21720770727492131762014-08-15T00:39:00.001+05:302014-08-15T00:39:29.689+05:30Happiness is fantasy & fantasy is not real.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
HAPPINESS--- its the golden pot at the end of every dream, hope, success & determination.<br />
every human being works their ass off and for what? 2 coarse meal & luxury which leads to happiness<br />
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But why people need happiness or to find it so hard?<br />
Our world is filled with the circumstances and people just waiting to snatch it away- people lie, cheat, stab in the back,sneak in your life, they are selfish, they don't care about others all of this plus if you are dependent you have to listen every bullshit & bear everyone (even those you wont share earth with), if you are independent - you have to be self aware all the time, take care of bills, grocery, garbage even.<br />
people are so distressed & depressed over life, recovery, raise, appraise that they are not happy anymore.<br />
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So seems like its not easy to come by these days....<br />
people who see things & hear voices are mentally sick they say..<br />
they suffer a lot no doubt there but they are damn lucky in some ways--- they see who so ever they want, talk to whom so ever they want, they live with the people who got killed,died or they lost at least they think they had that experience.<br />
And they my friend are HAPPY<br />
So the question that comes in my mind is --- <b>IS BEING CRAZY WHAT IT TAKES TO BE HAPPY????</b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-973574257629097642014-07-22T20:10:00.002+05:302014-07-22T20:10:15.212+05:30which one.....?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So today I want to talk about death:</div>
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What is death? If a person dies is he dead? Is Elbert, MJ,
Teresa dead?</div>
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I can’t tell if a person is remembered for centuries then he
is dead… </div>
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There are plenty of people who die and no one care in my
opinion they are the one really dead…</div>
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And what about mourning? Each one have their one type :-
some cry their lungs off, some drink to sink their sorrows, some call the shots
and toast to their past encounters and incidences and laugh it off….</div>
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Which one is the
correct one?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-61329709622878971102014-07-02T16:05:00.001+05:302014-07-02T16:05:36.784+05:30childhood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From many days i was thinking about writing n had many issues or thought which i wanted to write about my childhood memories, about love,life struggle etc etc.....<br />Like when i was a kid and if i fell viz from stairs i use to cry n when my mom asks "chot kaise lag gyi " i would show them by falling agin down the stairs n say " aise lag gyi mumma".<br />When we played hide n seek my father took me inhis arms n hide me in the cooler and my freinds they bit their nails off to find me. :)<br />Aaah what wud i give to get those days back.........</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538246129675511114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286160126054696243.post-23539040275483489142014-04-30T23:15:00.001+05:302014-04-30T23:15:13.071+05:30IS IT NORMAL...................<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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is it normal<br />that in today's world<br />where everyone's heartless<br />i cry over small smiles<br />where emotions are not needed<br />n i bursts in tears over scenes on movies<br />today's world<br />where people keep there anger to themselves<br />and use it when the time come<br />I on the other hand throw my rage spontaneously<br />and be peaceful afterwards<br />IS IT NORMAL...................</h4>
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