tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80826639611970708582024-03-14T01:31:08.846-07:00ITS JUST A START.........that's all i wanna say..AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-81970986611724679872016-06-03T07:16:00.000-07:002016-06-03T07:21:39.125-07:00<span lang="EN"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN">It was early morning when the sun was just up. She couldn’t sleep the entire night. She twisted and turned but nothing could set it right. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN">She woke up only to see his back towards her. Sorry she was and felt the sudden gush of blood in her heart. She was pounding. It was important to tell him. Time has come now, she thought.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN">And when she saw him half awake, she calmly whispered – I’m sorry.</span></div>
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It was late afternoon when she opened her eyes to find herself lying beside him. Tears rolled down her cheeks .She went up to grasp him in her arms and hug him tight. </div>
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She pulled him close to her breast and pressed a kiss on his forehead. She could feel his cold blood.</div>
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She wrapped him in a closed box. </div>
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<em><span style="color: #660000;">"You were my only love. My only ray of hope in life. I could dwell on you for my lifetime. Till me last breath. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #660000;">But I had to tell you this. I had to tell you that I am a mother of a terrorist, a man who took lives, killed people and destroyed families who had done no wrong. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #660000;">I had to tell you this. I had to kill you. You might be my son but you are more of a danger to the world. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #660000;">Let me give me you peace. Peace for life! "</span></em></div>
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</span><br />AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-62442926202075512662016-05-10T09:43:00.001-07:002016-06-03T06:47:07.330-07:00Tea for Ten <div style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Railway stations are often a place for great experience .
People, crowd and the new aura brings a new experience each time we visit them. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">This piece is from one of my travel dairies – Incredible Kerala
. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">I was travelling back from Cochin to Hyderabad and reached
station an hour ago as instructed by my mom. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You know how mom’s are worried about you being late and missing train
when your travelling all alone!</i></span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">I was patiently waiting for my train to arrive at Ernakulam
station and was sitting on the railway porch totally lost into my own world.
Suddenly a faint voice counted on my ears : <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">baby
can you please give me ten rupees?</i><br />
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Quickly clearing the phantoms of my mind and getting back to reality , I looked
up. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Startled I was! </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Couldn't I believe what I just heard ? or probably
because of the one who was speaking? </span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Damn!</span></i><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;"> How can a lady as old as sixty ,so feeble, lean , in the
most poor condition she could be, be so fluent in english and is asking for ten
bucks on a railway station. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Dear , I'm not begging ! She announced. Can you please
give me 10 rupees to have Tea? I did not had Tea since a week. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">I quietly took out a note of Re.10 from my pocket and
planted on her palms. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">My curiosity and joy to hear those few lines of english
from a lady so old and poor in condition left me appalled. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">I inquired- You speak so well english? where did you
learn that from? </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Her answer is the most disheartening story I could ever
remember: </span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Hindi? She
enquired . </span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Yes! I
answered with complete joy. </span></i></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">"" </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">You think I'm poor beggar ? Might be it’s correct. Two
years before , I lost my husband who was working as a teacher at (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">a small town in Orissa she mentioned , apologies
for not remembering the name)</i> . He died with a heart-attack. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Few months after his death, my son moved to a foreign
country and i was staying with my daughter-in-law and grandson. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">All was good until we received the news of his sudden
road accident. I lost my only child. My only hope. I was too old . Poor vision,
Bad eardrums , broken heart was all I had. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">A month later, my daughter-in-law, my grandson and I were
travelling to visit her parents. We got down at this station to buy milk and
water when the train whistled and I was left behind in the station. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">I inquired from people and got know that this city is
called ”Erk-ku-lum” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(She couldn’t
pronounce Ernakulam clearly )</i> and they speak a very different language .
Since three months I am here and nobody came searching for me. I don't remember
any phone numbers or address . I am old and my memory is weak now. I have been
learning little bit of English by listening to people everyday . I was also
once very well educated like you.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">(By now her eyes were wet, tears rolling down her cheeks,
her every expression of grief and melancholy were pristinely visible on her
much wrinkled face )<br />
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Those poor road side kids there (She pointed towards the exit of the station ) ,
they go to the local school and teach me in the evenings .I stay with them now
and love them . </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I try to converse
with people in English to impress them . This makes me feel that that I am not
begging and returning something to them for the money . When I get any money I
feed those kids and myself. </span></div>
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<span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Thanks beta for the tea today! You know I miss my family
".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">By now Sabari
express arrived on the platform and the green signal was on. </span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Tears rolled
down my cheeks as I boarded the train. Only I know how I wished to stay back and
listen more . </span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">It was a
great learning day in my life and I understood there's no extent of karma and
goodness. </span></i></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">It's
willingness to give with what you have! The Desire to return ! </span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="DA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: DA;">Undoubtedly
she has returned much more than that ten rupee note with her desire to learn ,
love and give back to the society .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-83925672921900906562015-07-10T12:26:00.001-07:002015-07-14T11:28:37.647-07:00Jazzy Love<p dir="ltr">And the song <u>goes</u> like this:</p>
<p dir="ltr">U and I<br>
Dream of life<br>
To go above the sky<br>
Hand in hand just walk by<br>
There we are <br>
Breathing in love<br>
And love me make<br>
Its a beautiful dove<br>
Let's roam around<br>
The rain is bound<br>
Let's fly the high<br>
Cuz I don't want to say bye<br>
Hide me in your arms<br>
And take me home<br>
Where I don't bother<br>
Cuz we are made for ....<br>
EACH OTHER...<br>
OTHER...<br>
OTHER...<br>
LA LA LAA...<br>
LAAA LAA LAA LA</p>
AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-46773013027964224412015-07-05T06:20:00.000-07:002016-05-10T09:02:51.728-07:00A Journey of Ambivalence<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Gulbarga</b></div>
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Trains are always an exciting journey. One has so much to see , learn and explore. Most importantly the diversity of human exploration that we come across.<br />
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One such interesting and happening journey was while I was returning from mumbai to Hyderabad.<br />
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I was travelling in a sleeper class and was 5 hours away from my destination. A station named Gulbarga arrived and a rush of passengers thrust into my coach. <br />
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This sudden rush enthralled all the passengers who were already in the train. People started looking everywhere for eve a bit of place place their bum and it altogether was an obnoxious yet hilarious situation.<br />
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I cunningly thought that i would keep sleeping or atleast spread my legs so that nobody grabs on my seat. And if that's possible! hah!<br />
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A little girl came up addressing me "didi can I sit here." The word didi melted my heart and i folded my legs back to let her sit.<br />
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She seemed to be a 15 year old girl dressed up in her school uniform and hair neatly pleated with oil and red ribbon. Along with her came a young lady in a violet sari and both of them adjusted themselves on my seat.<br />
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I was occupied in my own thoughts when the lady asked me "where are you travelling to?" and that's was the start of a remarkable conversation.<br />
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"Hyderabad! was my answer along with a question why there's so much sudden rush of people in the train from this station? which station is this?"<br />
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She smiled and answered that it was Gulbarga station (I had never heard the name of this place before) and it has many good schools and colleges. People from nearby town and cities travel here to study and teach. Today their usual local train was too late and thus all the passengers had to board the express train .<br />
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I was taken aback for a moment. How come this small place be booming with such good education.<br />
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"I am doing masters from a college here. " said the lady . Oh! i thought you must be teaching ! was my answer.<br />
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She burst into laughter and asked " Do you study in Hyderabad? " . Now it was my time to laugh .<br />
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I told her that I work for an IT organization there. On her further inquiry I told her that I have done engineering.<br />
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After hearing this the little girl got excited. She started overflowing me with bunch of questions. I answered all of them. I could instigate the bubbling energy in her and then her single remark put me to thoughts. "You know didi i want to become like you one day!" I was left speechless.<br />
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I was one of the common engineers from the bunch of millions that are produced in our country every year. Yes we are produced - Sacks of engineers and are stamped as a brand of our college or university!!<br />
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She was explaining to the other lady how difficult her life was being the elder child of the family. I was keenly listening to her blabber and was getting engrossed into it more and more.<br />
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She being from a small village , education was not something very common among them. She had the responsibility of cooking, taking care of her younger siblings , looking after the household chores and part from that she managed her education.<br />
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People have their own share of difficulties and thorns in life but one such person thriving with difficulties of life to arrange bed of roses fro themselves is truly commendable.<br />
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I thought i haven't done anything great to be an ideal for that little champ and then I realized the importance of doing something not only for myself but to encourage those thousands to youngsters that follow the youth like us.<br />
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It's our duty to engrave a path for them. To nurture them by our actions . I understood that every next generation grows with the seeds of the present one and it's important to bow the seeds in the correct manner.<br />
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I hope the girl who opened a new chapter in my life , shall achieve whatever she wishes in Life! Here I dedicate this page to her.<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: red;">#A station #late Train # Strangers #Unexpected realizations.</span></b></i>AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-26241335079341046972014-08-24T10:54:00.002-07:002014-08-24T10:54:58.311-07:00someone somewhere...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I miss my
vacation spent during summer training. Everything there was full of life. My heart felt
the essence of freedom at every moment along with the feeling of belonging to
someone. I was made to feel really very special. Though that special one was
not present there in person but his absence never turned anything to void.
Rather, today living at same place, we have become strangers to each other.
That one month seems like a fairy tale to me, a dream of dawn which breaks by
the sharp light of sun. Often I think, what is my fault that I’m suffering for?
I can’t figure out, whether that was his actual feelings for me or the </span><span style="line-height: 21.466665267944336px;">colors</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> of his nature he is showing now, are true? My heart wants to believe that dream
but my brain always tends to show me the mirror of truth. I’m in great
confusion, what to believe and what not to?</span></i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17871745375632555076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-39790602387887562542014-08-03T04:54:00.004-07:002014-08-03T04:58:56.703-07:00A Common Victim<br />
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most common definition of a victim lies very simple. An individual suffering or
suffered pain (physical or mental), superfluous of trauma. When we talk about
pain, the term itself carries an indefinite amount of burden that can doom anyone
of us. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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human life is full of uninvited pain, being different every time for everyone. In this curios series of pain and phantom,
most of us snub the fact that we fall into that common group of victim who has
not actually walked into the shoes of unturned anguish but still endure its
countenance</span><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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on my bed, one such dark night when I just happened to wake up and close the
window, my eyes fell on the melancholic road, breeze at its high and the moon sizzling
with its beauty to compliment it.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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which I never encountered, albeit, I was a victim to each one of them!</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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every stranded women I am arousing the most common victim within us which has
incited fear and horrified us to no extent – <span style="color: red;">Being Raped!</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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I have never been molested, raped</span>, gang raped lured, harassed, assaulted,
ragged, narked or vexed by anyone I still fear moving out alone during nights,
passing those nukkads encircling the gangs of Romeos, Lull lanes, dark roads, streets
with construction work and so on. I would prefer taking the longest but the
safest way to my home which keeps busy. </b></i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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am not married yet</span>, and it’s a beautiful
dream for me but still I’m apprehensive of this idea for the fear of being burnt by mother-in-law, beaten-up by my husband,
abused by my sister-in-law, harassed by my brother-in-law , asked to stay In purdah or forced to abort
my baby girl. I am an educated, graduate, professional earning a lot and I subside
that I will never let these happen with me. But again though I have never faced
it, or will never come across such situation, I’m being a victim to it
internally and refrain a question to myself what if it comes true?. <o:p></o:p></span></b></i></span></div>
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those wicked ones, who would not shoulder me at my anile days. I do not want to
be one of those pitted mother being sent to old age home. <o:p></o:p></span></b></i></span></div>
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23 now with no marriage proposals, but the dowry custom in my country has fled
anguish in me.</span></span></b></i></div>
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relationship between the two families should be bonded with love, care, warmth
and not money. Still I fear my father’s honour and esteem if questioned just e</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">nd new Mercedes to the groom and platters full
of cash notes. Even if he agrees , be a daughter who would refuse the marriage than letting him bow ! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></i></div>
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simple idea to write this post is to share my most intruded fears that are
common with you all. The one’s facing
this is not the only victim but we all are victims to such things happening in
and around us. The ideologies that we
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to restrict these to be born inside their walls, the world would be so
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but just an individual responsibility is enough to live a life of peace and
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AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-32287005130840265632014-07-17T12:06:00.001-07:002015-07-10T12:38:21.931-07:00A guy of his own creed.<p dir="ltr">A few things in life are always reserved for something specific... Like we say men are for earning and woman are for cooking. Irrespective of how the generation is leading to new dimensions bridging the gap between the two genders , certain things suits only to for whom they are made. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A man who hates cricket, and loves watching " yeh rishta kya kehlata hai". </p>
<p dir="ltr">Who would deny playing football just to prepare macroni and bake a cake.</p>
<p dir="ltr">To sit and chit with neighbourhood aunties, he would agree not to move out with friends. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Who would love peeling potatoes instead of a bike ride. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Pretending to be a man, who would dance in a sangeet on " choli k peeche kya hai". </p>
<p dir="ltr">A man who would all the brands of all makeup accessories and not knowing how to shave. </p>
<p dir="ltr">One who loves being shopaholic than riding bike.</p>
<p dir="ltr">All I can say to him is: " Salute". </p>
AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-5804729007435876112014-07-11T11:40:00.000-07:002014-07-11T11:47:01.576-07:00A poem very close to my heart...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u><span style="color: #cc0000;">I WON'T MIND... IF YOU...</span></u></h2>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I won't mind being with you,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">If you show me your love.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I won't mind walking beside you,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">if you hold my hands forever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I won't mind resting in your embrace,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">If you ensconce me with care.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I won't conceal any truth from you,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">If you trust me to share.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">By revealing these emotions,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">I just want to swear.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">I'm always there for you,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">In all your blues and cheer.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Many times i saw,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">you sailing on your own.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Should I be in the same,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Would you leave me alone?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">If your reply is no,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">Then how you expect ever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">To step me back & leave you,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">In middle of nowhere.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">So share every moment of life,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">To feel its vitality.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">As i won't mind loving you ever,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">If you promise to be with me,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000;">Till Eternity...</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17871745375632555076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-59690646870836175672014-07-11T11:39:00.000-07:002014-07-11T11:39:52.395-07:00Ten Questions of my Ask List<h3>
<span style="color: #660000;">A few questions that I always wished to ask god whenever I encounter with him. </span></h3>
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1. Why have you given women this architecture leaving the opposite gender to stare, caw and comment on its size and shape.<br />
2. Why only women have to grow up with <br />
Painful feminity cycle that leaves them with rothful pain and chiweness.<br />
3. Why only we have to grow our hairs, thread our eyebrows, upperlips and wax our armpits.<br />
4. Why the boys family will come to see a girl and she has to carry a serving tray. It could have been the opposite.<br />
5. Why only we have to leave our parents and move to a new family. <br />
6.Why only a girl gets pregnant and bear all the pain for complete 9 months. <br />
7. Why is it only we who have to be covered in the utmost sheer summer while the boys can roam about in their least clothes. <br />
8.Why words like limitations, shyness, controlled, are made for we girls. <br />
9. Why is it we can't roam anywhere, anytime without fear and tension. <br />
10. Why a woman is expected to accept all the cultures, put a sindoor and wear a mangalsutra. Do men don't need symbol of their marriage?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;">We question it or even if we don't ... It remains in the heart of all Women. </span></div>
AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-70788595895625724202014-06-07T00:41:00.003-07:002014-06-07T00:42:19.672-07:00I am Grown up Mumma and Daddy ..Some times even small incidents in life shows us the mirror of that Past which we often forget to realize when we are grown ups and independent.<br />
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One such weensy incident that took me to my deeper quondam was Saturday morning when i was feeling slothful like insey-bensey when i woke up.<br />
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I went on to the nearby South Indian <i>thelle wala </i>to buy my breakfast. The <i>thelle wala bhaiya</i> while packing my food spill over that <i>nariyal wali chutney</i> on my lovely grey bellies..<br />
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Fish!! I thought , again he added kharcha to my Budget. Now i have to buy a new pair of bellies. (Yes know, i have many pair of other shoes but they are of different styles.. :P )<br />
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I paced back home and a childhood memoir clicked to me when daddy use to buy shoes for me.. What followed was a interminable encounter with my mind and a chronic lull in my heart.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">When i was small , my shoes got mangled , i asked you Daddy to bring a new one the very next day and you forgot. I cried , i shouted and i frowned. You took me to market the very next moment and made me smile.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Today when i am grown up , once again my shoes got mangled, i asked myself to bring a new one and before i could answer , My pocket replied NO!! My wallet said I am empty this month. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">No one was there to take me to market. I had no smile.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">When i was small, i had umpteen dresses, when there was a party Mumma,i thought they all were old and asked you to bring me new dress. You denied at first , but i was stubborn enough to get it from you. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Today when i had a party at my office, i thought of buying a gorgeous dress. I checked my diary , it said you are already Over budget. I closed it and rather decided to wear an old dress. (well old is gold i explained myself)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #990000;">When i was a kid, Oh! Daddy, i asked you for so many chocolates. You brought them everyday. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #990000;">Now that i'm earning today , i'd rather buy chocolates to save some penny.</span><span style="color: #660000;"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">When i was a kid , Oh ! Mumma, you always made delicious food and still i said : It could have been better. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Now that i make food myself, I say : what i made is so delicious, even if it's the worst on earth. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Many a times Daddy , i fought with you, lied to you , always took extra pocket money and compared it with my friends. You gave me more money without a second thought. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Today i earn equally as my friends, still want to spend less than them. I have money but don't want to loose it.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">There were times Mumma when i bothered you to take me to shopping marts or to restaurants or for vacations than local markets or food plaza's. I wonder you agreed to my every erroneous prompting demands by holding down your trip. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Today i have Huge Shopping centers's, attractive restaurants around me still i prefer shopping at local street and eating and food stall. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">I remember asking you to take me everywhere in your car , and how i hated to travel in buses and rickshaws.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Today i have all the money to buy a car, still i travel by bus and in auto rickshaws.</span></b><br />
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<i><b>Time has changed so much. I am grown up today and earn a lot.i never find you demanding anything from me. Even if i call up to ask if you need anything, you simply say " I have everything! "</b></i><br />
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It's very little that i mentioned. Our parents' bear all the pain just to bring that smile on our face, to fulfill all our demands, to nurture us well. They give up their life , they sacrifice their dreams and even they restrict their desires to fulfill ours'.<br />
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When we grow, we don't forget them but we don't realize the intensity of sacrifices they have done for us.<br />
They worked hard day and night, they were weary still worked to bring us the best bread.<br />
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It's time to give them back their time, their rest, their desires, their dreams and let them live life back.<br />
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They changed not only their lifestyle, but entire life for us and today we want to live life our way.<br />
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It may be a late realization but still i'm early than many. We all owe to our parents'. Promise to give them back.<br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"> <b><i>We can't repay but surely we can bring back their life which was lost somewhere to give us a better life.</i></b> </span><br />
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<b>Tired with my desires, </b><br />
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<i>I went on a beach to get some peace</i><br />
<i>the sun was setting </i><br />
<i>the shore giving me the cool breeze. </i><br />
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<i>I paused and thought</i><br />
<i>trying to revive</i><br />
<i>from life what did i got. </i><br />
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<i>Oh! the answer was pretty unknown </i><br />
<i>the sun said come i will show you</i><br />
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It said:<br />
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"You have vision to see colors<br />
you can see flowers blossom<br />
see that blind there who only blurs<br />
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You can breathe and still sighed<br />
you live and view the world<br />
see the dead body there who was just born and died.<br />
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You hear the ringing bells<br />
sing a song and blabber around<br />
see the deaf in the corner who can't spell.<br />
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You are wearing this shining dress<br />
matched it with gleamy shoes and pearls<br />
see the poor lady beside who even for a rag ,everyday begs.<br />
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You will eat Chinese<br />
you will eat Italian<br />
see that hungry child who din't had meals.<br />
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I rise up every morning<br />
I set every evening<br />
there's no change i see<br />
and people keep yearning.<br />
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When i go , i hope to come with a new range<br />
but sadly i have to say<br />
even the moon has no story of change.<br />
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When you feel you have less<br />
think of this conversation<br />
and you will realize that you are the most blessed".<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">I got my answer </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">I was at peace AGAIN,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">If you are reading this </span><br />
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Suddenly i saw it, far and faddy. Sooner it came nearer and my smile grew broader and broader . I ran on my finest to grab it.. To take a better glance of it.<br />
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My first words were - "wow" I love you; readily grabbing him to hug and hold him tight. It was too long that i waited to meet him and i finally met him that day.<br />
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Yes, I'm talking about my most precious gift - the little brown teddy. I foil into emotions when i remember this glorious day. What could be best than getting your most desirable gift at a beautiful beach place.<br />
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Truly Loving !!!<br />
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Now the teddy has become my life. I hold it every night while i sleep. I talk to it when i miss something in life. I love him like i have never loved anything before. <br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A gift to treasure lifetime. The little brown teddy. !! </span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And with the narration of this incident two roommates became lifetime friends... </span></i></b><br />
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<br />AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-37576180637947041212013-09-05T09:23:00.002-07:002013-09-05T09:25:41.524-07:00My Teachers! Only For You!Its great to be an Engineer, a Doctor, a Painter , an Architect or any professional. But the greatest thing in the world is being a TEACHER!<br />
Nobody is born intellect. The process of growing up into what we are today takes a a lot of learning,and guidance. "Teachers are our second parent".<br />
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Our Teachers are those precious potters who nurtured and shaped us when we were raw and transformed us into a beautiful pot. Each phase of Life has given us umpteen teachers who created an everlasting impact on us but some are really really close to our heart.Here's a small tribute to them.<br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>MY COLLEGE TEACHERS</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Biplab Sir</b></span>: - He is one of the unique mentor and i feel blessed to be his student. He has inspired me throughout . His enthusiasm, hard work, concern for all of us is immeasurable. I can never forget his exuberant attitude towards life. His sense of living his obligations and duty in the most dynamic manner is so much inspiring. From Software engineering to E-commerce, from 6th sem ppt to final year project, what you have done for us is priceless. Learn't a lot from you sir. I owe you many many things in Life. Thank you for giving me all those valuable teaching and guidance, they are my possessions that i couldn't have acquired otherwise.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #660000;">Amartya sir</span></b>:- My Java and Mobile com. teacher! well sir that not the only definition for you. You have been a constant motivation for me. We all admired your way of teaching. I still get back to those Java lab classes where we used to put our life out just to compile those tiny codes. I remember you helpful you were during the exams. You know i have still preserved my Java notebook. Whatever i write here will be less to tell you what impact you have made on our lives. Thanku so much sir!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #660000;">Zahir sir</span></b>:- Oh! i'm talking about the most friendly teacher of my entire life. Tall and Handsome, he always held that killing smile no matter how much chaos we used to be in class. He is the coolest yet a terrific teacher. Sab students ke Laadle hain!Yeah! all the students must be remembering their Lab exams ?? yaad hai sir? kitni mast lab exam lete the aap. Miss you sir!<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Gayatri mam, Sharda mam , K.usha mam</b></span> - You all have been a great inspiration. They way you have trusted on my talents, encouraged me to blossom and get better each day. Wether it was physics, ADIS, OS or DBMS, i could well command myself in all these subjects only because you teachers made me believe that i was capable of doing so. Thanku so much for always being there. Love you all!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">My School Teachers:</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Balaka Mam</b></span>: She is the one who has nurtured my life to a great extent. I still remember her saying that "preeti , i know you can do it"! This belief of hers always incited me to do new things which was never my region. Her subtle aura and soothing presence was enough to create a challenging environment around me. Even after school i use to hear her praising me. Awww mam that's really the best thing a student can achieve. Thanku so much for making my Life!<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Clara Miss</b></span>: - Mam, where are you?? its been so long had no touch with you. I wanted to wish you a very happy teachers day and tell you that i'm an engineer today! you may be too far today, but i believe i will meet you someday. You have been my most favorite teacher since childhood. I still remember you three fold style of dupatta, polished nails and your best friend monika mam. You have taught me so many things in life and believe me i still follow some of them. A very happy teachers day to you!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">My Tutors and Trainers: - </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Ravi sir and B.G.System mam</b></span> : - My two computer teachers. The one's because who i'm and IT engineer today. They have developed the maniac interest for programming in me. I remember both Mam and sir (in school and tution) used to encourage me to be the fastest coder. Honestly because of these two I could reach here today. They have been my inspiration for pursuing computer studies as my career. Thanku would be too less to both of you!<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Chalil sir, Pradeep sir, Santu sir</b></span> - My English teacher, ASP.NET Trainer, Networking Trainer (resp.) - I cannot really thank them in words. Each of them has given a great contribution in shaping my life, for believing on those qualities that i really developed after they all came in my life as my teachers. Its a pleasure to be your student anyday anytime dear sir's!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #660000;">Sharda didi</span></b> - Yes she is the last one in my list but the most special one. she is my first teacher. I really get nostalgic whenever i think about her. I remember how we used to wish her by saying namaste didi !( :) ) Didi, you have played the greatest role in my life! Without you it would have never been possible to be where i'm today! Your tutions were the best in the country! i can bet on that! i miss you a lot. A very happy teachers day to you!<br />
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There are still many many whom i want to gesture on this special day. I thank all the teachers who have been in my life for giving their valuable and precious part of time to me.<br />
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This is just a small effort to wish you loud today, give a tribute,a gift to you, making your day really really special and wishing that i'll always be blessed with teachers like you in my entire life.<br />
A <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>BIG</b> <b>Thank You</b></span> to <span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>ALL</b></span> of you!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #660000;">A VERY VERY HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU! </span> </b><br />
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<br />AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-43344795413654066392013-08-01T10:51:00.002-07:002013-08-01T10:53:31.795-07:00The Cacophony of a lost friendship - and that's how nostalgia surrounded me...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You were gone... and without even letting me know. Not less than a hundred's of call's and umpteen text i dropped for you but you were stubborn enough to pull yourself away. I was completely appalled that you did it! Its was just a few days back when i remember that we the three musketeers hanging at my place chit chating, laughing out loud and you gramping some college wale tales to us..<br />
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I burried these thoughts long back but the recent photographs that fell off my old files while juggling with my papers a sudden vibe ruptured my hidden nerve that some year back belonged to your so called friendship.... a desire arose to kick you and ask you <i>why??? why??? why??why??? and only why???</i><br />
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It is not at all true that few stupid droplets of water oozed out of my eyes... yeah not out of ecstasy while seeing old memorable pics but due some unanswered questions...that lay on your part...<br />
I eventually missed the coffee adda, your leadership, your makeup tips, your anger, your attitude , your coolest crazy ideas and of most your love.. your care and your supportive shoulder! our exuberant activities... eating chaat, samosa, dosa and gola's at the school and yeah that gopala gopala hymn round and round during recess and last day scooty ride with you ! I remember them all! Unlike you.<br />
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<i><b>True friends are forever and you were not true! Now that we two are still together i'm glad that you are not with us anymore.. </b></i><br />
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Perhaps you were too acquiescent and deluded yourself for some <i>junkyard fellows</i>... I am pretty sure that on or off lately you must be regretting somewhere for loosing us and willing to get in re-touch!<br />
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Let me tell you, i remember the day very well when i even went to your home to talk to you with an excuse to return your books.. and you happened to open the door.. snatched the books and shut back! i could only aww with amazement.. This was far worst than something called <b><u>RIDICULOUS</u></b>!<br />
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<b>Girl</b>! the world is round.. some day you will meet us.. on the road or in the mall and then we will pass by you unknowingly..<br />
Some day you will have to answer why you broke friendship with us without even giving us a single reason and infact without even letting us know that you probably did it! Be ready for it!<br />
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P.S - <i><b>Its a piece of story of three great friends out of which one left the other two without telling them. She never turned around to them, never received even a single of their calls , neither replied to their texts. The other two are still waiting today to get an answer from her..to ask her why did she actually cheated upon her friends and the ones for whom she did so! </b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Read about love and zindagi</span>- <a href="http://imjustsharingwithu.blogspot.in/2012/04/love-bites-sometime-you-might-have-bite.html" target="_blank">Love Bites</a>!</b></i><br />
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AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-22836610191612193122013-07-26T00:57:00.000-07:002013-07-31T06:37:21.224-07:00Pocket Pop's For E LITMUS Exam.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Elitmus is very conceptualized examination for assessment and recruitment for freshers. Critically speaking <br />
there is not all all any hard and fast rule to win over this exam. But a few strategy preparation can really let you achieve a very good and high percentile/score. The syllabus is quantitative aptitude, data interpretation and logical reasoning and verbal and non verbal ability. The fees is rs 750/-. <br />
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Note 1: Prepare very well for verbal and non verbal analytic's as this is the most scoring part , easy to attempt if you have command on English. This section can fetch you competence percentile not only in the section cutoff but also overall.<br />
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Note 2: Prepare yourself as best as you can for problem solving section and quantitative section. Even if you attempt 50% in both section you will fetch a very very good percentile.<br />
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Note 3: The most endangering part of any examination is <span style="color: red;">negative marking</span>... Now here comes a strategy.. Elitmus has a very different negative marking system.. <b><i><span style="color: #76a5af;"> </span><span style="color: #0b5394;">you will not be marked negative for the 25% of your attempt.</span></i></b> To elucidate this: suppose you have attempted 32 question in all and 25% of it means 8 question will not be marked for negative marking even if they are wrong... <b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Bingo!</span></b><br />
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so what you need to do is attempt all that you are cent percent sure of! and for the rest 25% you can take a good risk of trial but not a blind throw! try to analyse the best option for trail and then mark it. Don't just go for inky pinky and ponky!<br />
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Note 3 : An extra negative attempt might cause your good percentile score to encroach. so dont bluff yourself with blind answers. Remove the concept of less attempt from your mind! only be concerned about what you attempt is right. 50% right attempt will fetch you a percentile of around 89% - 94% .<br />
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Note 4: Try attempting all the questions from verbal section and at-most you can from the rest two sections. <br />
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Note 5 : Some questions atleast 3 or 4 of them in the quantitative section can be easily solved but putting raw values into it or putting the answers. So try it out! Especially questions of numbers, series etc.<br />
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Note 6 : Best books for preparation is ARUN SHARMA for all three sections. It is not at all a bad idea to be above level than lacking in it! :):)<br />
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Note 7: You can practice a handful of questions from m4maths - placement puzzels- ELIT. Here you get genuine questions of Elitmus. Almost more than half are fake but these questions are real.<br />
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Hope this piece of information will help you to prepare well for Elitmus. For any further query or inquest or details or if you can suggest or add something to this pls reply back and make this post as beneficial as possible!<br />
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Read about <a href="http://imjustsharingwithu.blogspot.in/2013/07/us-snooping-case-revolution-in-it.html" target="_blank">US snooping case- the greatest revolution in IT..</a><br />
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AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-34978373137434766412013-07-14T13:12:00.000-07:002013-07-31T06:38:20.347-07:00US SNOOPING CASE: A REVOLUTION IN IT . <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Discussing about the most breaking news of the recent time - If you feel ur ultimately secure while sharing your personal information or private data on any cloud computing network be it even <b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">facebook, Skype, Google,Microsoft,Drop box, Yahoo or Amazon or if you are an Apple user</span></i></b>.. There is a "<span style="color: red;"><b>red alert</b></span>" for you. You are eventually been under prying eyes of the greatest hackers of the world!<br />
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If u think you are "SAFE" then your "WRONG"!<br />
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Even the so called "customized security" will not help you to keep your information confidential. <br />
yes! im talking about the hacking activities of united states government agents. The revelations about US government snooping case showed up that <b>NSA </b>(national security agency) has evidently violated the conventions against privacy policy and trampled it.<br />
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To elucidate the topic - what is <b><u>SNOOPING</u></b>???<br />
It is the <b>unauthorized/illegal</b> access to another person's or company's <b>data</b> and is intercepted while data transmission, or keeping an observance.<br />
Infact critically speaking software programs are especially designed to monitor an activity on any network device primarily being computers,laptops,tabs,phones etc. <br />
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It can be a designed snoop server which captures network traffic and efficiently process your information an your computer BUS.<br />
So its all limpid that whatever you do, write, or type is constantly been tapped. Whether your talking , doing business , making payments , being on a call or<br />
e-mailing , literally anything is been viewed by US agency to gain personal benefits.<br />
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Why they are targeting the overseas is not the only concern but what has been done is worth taking a note.<br />
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<u><b>Some fleshy details</b></u>:-<br />
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1. <b>Edward Snowden</b>, an intelligence contractor leaked the most guarded secrets of NSA snooping. This devastating news leak have triggered a raging debate about privacy on internet.<br />
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2. The top secret NSA surveillance coded the whole program as "<b><span style="color: red;">PRISM</span></b>" which was efficiently conducted through a special fiber optical network which can carry a huge spectrum of world's voice, data and internet traffic undersea. The US has had four submarines that were outfitted for this special mission. The US government agency undoubtedly accessed massive amount of unauthorized data while spying.<br />
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from an article which says:- "As people worldwide chat, browse and post images through online services, much of the information flows within the technological reach of US surveillance. Though laws, procedural rules and internal policies limit how that information can be collected and used, the data from billions of devices worldwide flow through internet choke points that the United States and its allies are capable of monitoring."<br />
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3. The fiber optic network parallel to the PRISM program allows analyst to access and unwrap data from 9 major companies, including<b><i> Google, Facebook, Microsoft,Yahoo,Apple</i></b>.<br />
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4. They data being collected along with PRISM, is labelled "UPSTREAM". It contains list of four basic code names FairView, StormBrew, Blarney, Oakstar.<br />
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5. The revealed was a snapshot of superimposed diagram on a map of undersea cable networks, describing the upstream program as "communications on fiber cables and infrastructure as data flow past" .<br />
The diagram points on both "PRISM" and "UPSTREAM", is marked as " You can use use both"<br />
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6. The NSA map revealed the statistics of March 2013 stating that the agency collected over 97 billion pieces of intelligence from computer networks worldwide.<br />
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The largest amount was gathered from <b>IRAN- 14 billion</b><br />
Following is <b>PAKISTAN</b> - <b>13.5 billion</b><br />
Third came up is <b>JORDAN</b> - <b>12.7 million</b><br />
Next followed by <b>EGYPT</b>- <b>7.6 billion </b><br />
Fifth being <b>INDIA</b>-<b> 6.3 billion</b><br />
Affecting <b>Japan, South Korea , Swiss and Germany</b>, the US also monitored the global bank transactions and confidential data may be leading to an economic war, US snooping targeted <b><i>38 foreign embassies</i></b>.<br />
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The conduct was beyond the imagination and is normal expectation from US. It is not at all an easy task to sniff internet traffic in such a massive amount with such a fiber optic under sea technology, without letting the cable operators doubt that their information is being breached.<br />
However US negotiating the fact that it was just to prevent the terrorist attacks against US and its allies and protecting the security. Does US claims the working officials across the globe to be potential terrorists??<br />
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It will be interesting to see how clouds networks will be secured now??cyber world is becoming a new arena of international conflict. What will the Obama administration consider it to be?? and the greatest concern Privacy!</div>
AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-26475438124981936042013-07-02T11:43:00.002-07:002013-07-03T03:43:02.779-07:00COLLEGE LIFE! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">From black cherry blossom to high heels, from those lame poems to honey singh ragas, from those school uniform to dresses.... It takes a little while to compare these but we have impalpable memories attached to these words. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> prying on the most elicit and kindling topic the stroll of college life. All and each one of us if mesmerize we will agree to the jure that school/college life are the best phases of our </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">LIFE! The fevorness and charmism of youngsters from senior school to college agendas are a never ending gabs. Sincere dolts we were when first entered the college with tears </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">rolling down our cheeks and that fear inside our hearts with the pre conceived</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> notions about being a fresher in college life and going away from home. Each tear falling down has </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">its own stand for the innocent conflicting emotions flowing from heart. But here we make a fullstop. What you find in and around is remarkable. Within no time this new life seems </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">paradise to us and we are all engrossed in the new world. No wonder the pain of going away from home has suddenly turned into love blues of *closed ones*. Well we all know </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">who these closed ones are meant to be. ;) . We no more care about who we were and the fears </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">all fly away from window all new zeal is knocking the door. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Friendship, Love , Fights , Breakups, Joy, fun , zeal and enthusiasm all encircle us with time and par. Lectures are boring and subjects are sleeping pills and classes .. Ah i just go to </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">see her/him or just skip it for a movie with her/him. . Who the hell is concerned about learning... Libraries are a wooing scenario and books are the best excuses have an irresistible</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">private meeting. (pata nai kya kaya karte hai kitaboon ki aad mein).. Lunch breaks spent in cafeteria</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> and holding umbrellas for him/her to bestow that little shade of love. We all </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">take that little extra effort to bring up the prominent and everlasting</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> relationships/relationshits(whatsoever is in your pocket) of our life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Take some rest jerks! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">on a serious note some work really hard throughout, albeit, how hard life may push them they never fail to live upto their own expectations and success. Life is full of challenges </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">and they undoubtedly no matter swim alone to achieve that sheer pious bit of success and reward and aim for the firmament.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> we grow , we learn new things, make and break umpteen rules and refine our self contained, voluptuous feelings and desires to make our world beautiful.. Meanwhile we fight, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">judge , dominate , rule, even throw some people out of our live for whatever the reason may be perhaps we all envique to finge our own privacy and avid needs. Breakups will be </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">more often but reliable relations</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> have already dug</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> up their deep hearts..Facebook status changes innumerable times from committed to complicated to single forming a cycle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A step towards the next level of maturity fill us when we grow older. New streams of obligations, pressure, exams , semesters, campuses, marriages, future and life are been </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">prioritized and "categorized". (JUNK!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Zeal is at the maximum and we desire to do something that makes a difference in the world. We all are in witty mood by now and fun , thrill , enjoyment are above paradigm. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Parties, fests, cultures, tinkling teeth,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> overnight jabbers have all made us love the place and get eternally attached to each other. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjTNGs3IlGvxfIpBROxfitnKTOMn5XBJ_MGgh2OWvv4E84tuVgSujhPA7T5Bpptsr3gfI3_Oq3o4FW0aTRbscWyRhgzdq9jBGmKeq-RbC8xD_N5CTJMJhoC8TgF0vm9H5Xc-58-PFyE4C/s750/college+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjTNGs3IlGvxfIpBROxfitnKTOMn5XBJ_MGgh2OWvv4E84tuVgSujhPA7T5Bpptsr3gfI3_Oq3o4FW0aTRbscWyRhgzdq9jBGmKeq-RbC8xD_N5CTJMJhoC8TgF0vm9H5Xc-58-PFyE4C/s320/college+life.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">We have now met what is called a REAL LIFE and not a REEL LIFE. Time flies so quickly that we hardly sense that finally time has come when we are about to leave the beautiful </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">age en-carved</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> with rich and vivid memories. We are set back with the same tears rolling down our cheeks but this time the reason is going back to home.we no more want to leave </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">this place. To bid goodbye isn't regarding and pleasing. Its heart breaking!.It leaves behind some deep carves, inside our heart that some way touches to our soul. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The only thing anyone left with is "Memories", its sweet and sour enchanting echoes always engulfs us. No wonder its a prized possession , a wonderful and enriching journey with </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">innumerable experiences. Friends, love, foes, teachers, all have played a vital role to make us what we are today. Everyone/everything will be missed to the core.. The autographed </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">dresses, felicitation, rewards and the peak enjoyment will become an integral memory now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To all my dear ones who(after reading the epilogue) feel that they have crossed the same beautiful phase. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Let not the ink fade and memories die!</span></div>
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AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-91924110861024058682012-04-12T09:28:00.001-07:002012-04-12T10:08:31.777-07:00LOVE BITES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><i style="color: #e06666;">Sometime you might have bite it, and rest of the times it bites you. </i><br />
The first one doesn't concerns me and neither will i extol it but if the second then it does but yes definitely i would love to (pry) on the first on your account.<br />
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<u><b><span style="color: #660000;">LOVE</span></b></u>- the heart of everyone's life(isn't it?).I wont say that to understand the fervorness,you have to fall in love but definitely have to have a heart.<br />
people often say he who is in love is a dolt, but for them it may be a paradise. <br />
Love should be preen and refined. The couples should have deep respect for each other , it is a self-contained feeling which also completes you.<br />
It is no less than a tonic that rejuvenates you and the world then lies in his/her arms and you are keen to be with him/her, and live each moment of your life.<br />
The zeal to wait for that single vigorous, pious kiss with your beloved is in itself a voluptuous feeling and finally the day comes when you share a love bite.<br />
Love is now at its highest verve and the only important thing in life is he/she. My morning starts with his voice and nights ends in his arms. By the time one now gets whimsical and see rainbows in sunny weather and his face in paneer balls.....................<br />
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Is love so prominent and everlasting??( yes for some and no for most). There are no discounts on love. For some now realize that her/his feelings were phoney, some turn out to be cheaters, break-ups, tears, pains,suffering and what not! ( reasons may include a new chick, turning out to be a gay, a richie-rich or he din't give me enough gifts bla bla..).<br />
However you try to repel the truth but again you landed on the same surface - <span style="color: #660000;">LOVE BITES</span> though in an opposite sense this time(and you may not be sharing this).<br />
Now love has started biting you and the feeling of togetherness turned blue.(hona hi tha)!<br />
Sleepless nights is what probably one ends on(i'm excluding the ones who got themselves a new bf/gf), those longs chats, midnight romance,lavish dates, celebrations and all those special moments of love under the tree, nevertheless will trap you in its web. Some will still excel in life (bravo!), one still trying to cope up with life, many are lucky to patch up but few will shatter. Its for them-<i style="color: #4c1130;"><u><b> Love is not the ultimate thing in life</b></u></i><br />
(for all those who have and have not been in love)....<br />
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We are hearing love stories since eons(not the famous heer- ranjha and romeo-juliet ones but get to the practical ones which you must have heard your neighbours gossiping around) <br />
and the lovers flouting the religion inclined society which then most of the times inflicts their lives and in some cases leads to lethal(some do this on their own wish as well). <br />
I know it is difficult to bear the pain of separation from your loved ones but what i want to heed here is------<br />
<b> DO NOT</b> inculcate anything form this often repeated, incessant,inane custom. let it not be a paradigm for you.Let love be a pure expression of feeling at heart. Fight if you can else the memories spent with your beloved are enough to live life.<br />
Make yourself true to your love not by harming yourself but just living for his/her memories, to cherish that everlasting real love, just to keep the single promise that you made to him/her that i will live for you always... <br />
Your love story need no milestones, neither it has to be a remarkable or a famous one, just a real love story will do.<br />
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<br /></div>AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-72569161671889068672012-04-07T09:04:00.002-07:002013-06-28T03:55:39.908-07:00THE SPICE OF SINCERITY AND INTEGRITY IN REAL SERVICE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Douglas Adams probably said the right thing- "fortunately or unfortunately". Real service often reminds me of the Indian political scenario today. <br />
It always leaves me in an addled state wether actually we get the re-al service?? well we all know the answer is a big-NO! <br />
Our so called political leaders have become so avid that they have duly lost their sincerity towards their country and integrity that governs an <br />
individual to do right things. <br />
The other day there was an event in my college named -- Aasha--. In the same there was a poster making <br />
competition and the topic was India -My better future. I was just hanging around in the premises while i happened to visit the event. It didn't <br />
surprised me at all to see all the posters either criticized our politics or longing for some hope that someday somewhere a miracle will take<br />
place.<br />
All i wanted to do was take all of them and paste them in parliament house... atleast every morning it will remind them of their true inner self.<br />
It may sound blatant to some people and surely they will dessent on me but we all do agree to it at a certain point.<br />
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Anyway i'm not here to be politically biased and neither this post is supposed to be, my only motto is to elicit the two most important words that<br />
can make our life embellish and they are- sincerity and integrity. Though we may debate on it and one who want to taste success (afcourse all of us do)<br />
should be reluctant of these things(do we really need to?) and however you gibe at them, they still will continue in the same race at the same pace:):). <br />
Though the fact that there are numerous examples to prove that moral values have always been suppressed under the pressure or desire to <br />
make peace with ones starving stomach,some obviously just to lucre but some do really serve selflessly.<br />
The most relevant example is Kiran bedi and i really want to salute her for the incredible service she always has and is giving us. <br />
Though people tried to buy her but couldn't "afford" to. <br />
we should always do what we our conscience allows to and the moment we realize something wrong is driving us- Hold on! <br />
Quickly rewind and fast forward, overhaul and then Move on. Being lull and bearing the wrong is never a solution.<br />
From the initial level to the the utmost sky all we need is to be sincere, honest and truthful besides carrying own moral ethics for that adorns<br />
the culture of india too. I know honesty and truth sucks and even i'm not some Harish Chandra follower but atleast we can try to(not being harishchandra but being honest)! <br />
Today independence governs us all because of some men(and women too) who believed in true sense of morality and though it took years but aren't we free.<br />
I know the world is too racy to be in the slow and steady race but the values related are impalpable and i can only plea not to keep them <br />
in some corners and let slither but make it most prior in our life. Even if one percent tend to do it will definitely be uprising.<br />
Lets reconcile 'coz this is a critical issue and one can never set peace at it as it is a bottomless pit.<br />
Only thing is remember being sincere in whatever you do and let our integrity be a vestige to woo and reach to the zenith for none will be able to cheat it,snatch it,buy it,measure it but surely can learn from it.</div>
AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-81191141931103702132012-03-14T07:55:00.000-07:002012-03-14T12:54:56.436-07:00"Boats are much safer on the riverside but they are surely not meant for that."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><b><span style="color: #4c1130;">"Life" is no less than a dramatic movie - if you don't like it just forward it!..</span></b></i> Well this is what i said to one of my juniors who came to me weeping and her eyes were almost drenched with the tears of her sorrow which almost gave her a scuzzy look.<br />
I was in my deepest slumber and some sudden noise pinched into my ears when i realized it was a knock on my door. As i went towards my door there was a cold shiver through my nerves and the moment i turned the door knob she ran to my arms. Something which i really believe is ("<i style="color: #660000;">God never promised that life would be easier but it will be worth it</i>") . Life of a woman is never easy, known for being very soft and sentimental and her sacrificing aura has been seen since ages and i need not honour them again. She is one of my closest junior rather just like my little sister. Bold and Ambitious are enough to describe her. To my knowledge she always faced all the challenges and sailed through her boat..One who always preferred to swim alone through the violent waves and never let the life sink.<br />
Life always takes you through innumerable phases where one needs to be pragmatic while at heart its always about being hilarious and deliverent. That day something just broke her inner side and she couldn't sail anymore...the worldly criticism surpassed all her bravery.<br />
When i again look back to the very day only one word encircles my mind -"<b>sleep</b>".<br />
U should not be taken aback if i say that she slept in my room for continuous 48 hours. And when she woke up, she did it with a reverie. Her idea of life changed and to my surprise i saw a much more brave ,young lady in front of me. She did not loose her hope even when worst things encountered her.What made her so strong is not known to me till date but yes it was incumbent on me to get her to normal easy going life which i somehow managed to do. Today she is one of the leading student at my college as worthy as a gem stone!<br />
A bed of roses will always be thorny but you will surely love if you willingly challenge those thorns. A real hero is one whose has the courage to overcome the challenges of life. One cannot fly in the air if he has not tasted the ground. Rise and take challenges ...Face whatever comes your way and the small hurdles should not let you stop for "Boats are much safer on the riverside but they are surely not meant for that."</div>AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-20104357161941245802012-03-08T02:14:00.000-08:002012-03-08T02:14:53.512-08:00IT MADE ME HAPPY............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Some time back i wrote an article rather a post because one of my closest friend asked me to do so... just for her i tried writing something, actually an experience of mine. Recently she happened to publish that article on her blog and she asked me to have a look..(and insisted that i should the P.S part).<br />
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To my surprise i came to know that i was her first guest imagine-er and she said that "she knew it that i will b first one to write for her"..<br />
This belief of hers made me so proud and i really feel happy now that i lived upto her expectation.<br />
To be honest she's the one who inspired me to write .<br />
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Thank You so much dear .<br />
Her name is <span style="color: purple;"><u><b>Aparna Singh</b></u>.</span></div>AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082663961197070858.post-38221263493693498782012-03-01T06:49:00.000-08:002012-03-01T06:49:01.932-08:00THIS IS MY FIRST POST...........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hmmnn i dunno wat to write now. Its first march and today iv started my own blog.. i dunno hw to blog neither im a gud writer bt still smthng or may be someone inspired me to do this.{;-) :-)))}. I wl just try to potray my life here..... my joys, sorrow, and all stuffs dat i keep doing day by day..<br />
Luv u<br />
(for d ones who by chance reads it).</div>AslicefromLifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03049321634297869014noreply@blogger.com0