tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10181988163557108262024-03-13T07:15:50.629-07:00Rekha's blogLets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-65818690921492193532014-08-26T05:51:00.000-07:002014-08-26T05:51:05.146-07:00Time for a makeover for my home :) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>When I visit at many people's home my mouth turns into an 'O' shape. Not only this my eyes turn wide and I land up into a dream to have a home like them. Their home astound me because the decorations they do, the show pieces they keep, their sofas and cushions and so on are so unique. On my trip, one thing I notice every home is better than others. </b></div>
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<b>I have heard that,"A house becomes a home when people live in it." But for me a house becomes home not only by people but also by the way they keep it. </b></div>
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<b>I have had always wanted that my house should always resemble elegance, patriotism, nature love and artist lover. With <a href="http://www.makemyhome.com/" target="_blank">http://www.makemyhome.com/</a> I have got an opportunity to make my home a dream home. </b></div>
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<b>Picking three items from the list of hundred is really not fair as I am loving each and every item. But if I am forced to select any three, I would have selected the following:</b><br />
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<b>As I was going through all the items on the page, this was the first thing that touched my heart and soul. When I saw this, I got a feeling of proud to be Indian. I would love to keep this at my home as I every time I curse Indian education, Indian society or Indian culture this national emblem stand will remind me that I am too an Indian and instead of cursing I should work hard to make it a country that everyone could be proud of. Also every time when I will see this it will give me a message to follow the path of truth as we all very well know that the national emblem stands 'Satyameva Jayate' ('<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: x-small;">truth alone triumphs'.) </span> </b></div>
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<b>For a youngsters, mobile is their life. They can lose their important documents, they don't care about their notes being wet or torn but when it comes to cell phone they will take care of it, love it as their first child. I always love to keep my cell phone in mobile stand. What could be best to keep a cell phone in this ethnic design mobile stand. I just loved the color combination and designs carved inside it plus the cute watch is a cherry on cake.</b></div>
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<b>I am a self lover. I love myself so much that I always stand in front of mirror and compliment myself. Not only this, to gain confidence I have learnt to stand and talk in front of mirror and I do follow this. I can stand 24*7 in front of mirror and keep smiling. My mom always shouts me for this as she thinks looking in mirror and talking is a sign when a person is mentally ill. Lolz. I have never seen such a unique mirror at anyone's place. And also the shape of human mirror will always keep on telling me that Rekha you are a human! So never do foolish acts like animal and never at any point of time consider yourself as God. Also this mirror in my bedroom will suit and it will be a company for me when I will have sleepless nights. </b><br />
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</div>Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-9131496915254905282014-08-19T03:34:00.001-07:002014-08-20T05:46:19.288-07:00Everytime I see a Hijra, it reminds me of her!! <p dir="ltr">Travelling in mumbai locals!!<br>
Carrying thousands of people in its twelve or nine compartment, it drops the middle class people to their nearest destination. <br>
Sometimes its chaotic while sometimes you'll not find a place as interesting as Mumbai local trains. <br>
You meet people from different background, religion, profession and of different age. <br>
Some people plug in earphone to spend their time while some read books, gaze outside the window!! And some people who are burden on earth like me they love to explore. People like me can never sit silently instead we look here and there to interact with some interesting personality and satisfy ourself by knowing some useful information. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Whenever I travel in train, I make sure I interact with someone so that they can give me some additional knowledge. I have met various inspiring ladies, I have had fight with a girl for throwing wrappers on station, I met some religious women, I met a beggar who was rich by heart and many more but one person will be above all. I'll never forget her ever. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She was wearing a tiger print top and a denim skirt, fair face with light makeup and  a bob cut hair.<br>
"Who is she/ he?  A boy or a girl?" I asked confusingly to my bestie. She was wiered, attire wise she was a girl but her face was like a boy. <br>
"Idiot! She is a hijra!!" my friend responded.<br>
My jaws dropped down hearing the word Hijra. I mean she looked so beautiful or I must say handsome that I was not understanding the reason why was she hijra! <br>
I could not take my eyes off from her because she was different from other hijra. Yes she was more beautiful then other hijras but that is certainly not the only reason! Most Hijras irritate you by asking money, they'll touch you here and there, if you don't give them money that will make faces and sometimes if you say them something they will start using slang language. But she, she was something different. If hijra would have had standards then I am sure she would have belonged to the top standard. <br>
She asked money from everyone but only once. You gave her money or you didn't she blessed everyone. <br>
I went near her and asked her to bless me for my studies. She did and it was only her blessings I had scored 72% in 12th boards.<br>
I was curious to know about her. After knowing about her I understood why God made her hijra; so that she can teach a lesson to people.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When her family member came to know that there is some problem in her and she is Hijra they wanted her to hide her identity but as I said she was different! She happily accepted her destiny and proudly accepted who she is! She decided not to hide but to reveal everyone because it was God who created her this way and God always have better plans for everyone. Her family threw her out from home but she didn't gave up. She earned money and owned two flats in Goregaon. She was happy infact very happy in her life. And not only this! She had also showed us the picture of her boyfriend. Shocked! <br>
Yes she had boyfriend who was loyal to her and they were going to get married soon.</p>
<p dir="ltr">She got down at Goregaon station living me with an amusing smile.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The reason why I shared her story on blog is because I wanted to share the lesson that I had learnt from her.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Potray yourself who you are.. Don't hide who your real identity. Everyone has flaws within them but remember, 'No one is perfect.' So be proud of who you are! You never know someone too can get inspire by you! <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I hope this blog of mine would have taught you what I wanted to convey! </p>
Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-12478526348884721392014-08-16T04:29:00.002-07:002014-08-16T04:29:49.055-07:00Happy Birthday Indiblogger <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hurray Hurrah a happy happy birthday!<br />
Hurray Hurrah a happy happy birthday! <br />
A very happy birthday to Indiblogger! </div>
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I saw a tweet where I came to know you have turned seven years old. Call it my badluck I met you so late or call it my good luck as many bloggers are still awaitng to meet you! </div>
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Since last year I was trying to be a part of Indiblogger. This year it happened! When I saw your mail stating that 'I am now a member of Indiblogger,' my happiness had no limits. That day was a history for me that will be remembered forever because since that day, a wonderful journey of my life started! </div>
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My first indi blogger meet where I got few friends and lots of pampering by dove, my second indiblogger meet that gave me an opportunity to meet Pakistani actor, Indispire, Indirank, various competitions has transformed me into a confident Rekha and a better blogger. </div>
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I m so lucky to be a part of Indiblogger. </div>
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As heart is the most important part of a body, similarly Indiblogger is the most important part of a blogger. People feel proud to be this and that but I am proud to be an INDIBLOGGER. <br />
May Indiblogger live many years and I pray to God it resides in millions and trillions of heart. </div>
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Yesterday was Happy Independence Day and today it's Happy Indibloggers day!! </div>
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All the indibloggers, cut cakes and burst balloon, give treat to your friends and family as its the birthday of Indiblogger(our heart) who has not only given us readers but who has also given us a status and fame. </div>
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-52991063332692532012014-08-11T07:18:00.002-07:002014-08-11T07:18:16.834-07:00Why tie rakhi only on brother's wrist?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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August is the much awaited month for girls. Of course! It's the month to earn some extra pocket money, get goodies from brother. All they have to do is tie a rakhi on brother's wrist and earn rewards for it. </div>
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Well Raksha Bandhan is a festival where a girl ties rakhi on a brother's wrist and the brother ensures that he will protect her sister from all the bad things. He will help her sister by showing her the correct path. He will become her best friend whom a sister can rely on. </div>
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To all such girls you don't need to be upset or think you are the most unluckiest girl. Raksha bandhan means affirming that you'll protect your loved ones. There is not written anywhere only a brother can protect a sister. Parents too can protect their children and vice versa, friends can protect each other. Teacher can protect a student and vice versa. Neighbours can protect each other.</div>
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So instead of being upset find out the ways to be happy. Tie a rakhi to your loved ones and earn an extra income too. </div>
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This was how we celebrated Raksha Bandhan. </div>
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My neighbours brother was out of town as he in merchant navy so i and my sis tied her rakhi and she did the same too and yes Ofcourse we enjoyed the day! <br />
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First of all I would like to thank Nagindas Khandwala College(Mumbai), especially BMS Section students for organizing such a beautiful seminar. Today was my second time I had attended Kiran. Today, if I am a blogger the credit goes to none other than Kiran 2K13 who gave me an opportunity to meet Farhad Acidwala and Abhishek Shetty, the young entrepreneurs of India. It was their motivational speech that inspired me to blog.<br />
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Again I would like to thank Kiran 2K14 for giving a chance to thousands of youth of Mumbai to hear the former president of India, i.e. Dr.A.P.J. Abdul Kalam.<br />
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It was an immense pleasure to see the Missile Man on the podium who had come to ignite, inspire and give an innovative idea to all the young minds. And obviously! he succeeded in his mission.<br />
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Here are few lessons that I have learnt from Sir and I would like to share with you all so that not only me but you could also find a way to success.<br />
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1. It is possible for people for living in a green, clean environment without pollution having prosperity without poverty, peace without fear of war and living with happiness all around.<br />
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2. We are born to give something - Yes, It is our responsibility to return something good to our motherland, the people around us.<br />
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3. There is a homework for all of us, take a paper and pen and sit in a peaceful area and ask yourself What I will be remembered for? Write whatever answer comes to your mind and then again ask yourself What can I do for it? The moment you get the answer, you must start working upon it.<br />
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4. If you want to be a leader, learn to say What can I give you? This quality is the best of all.<br />
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5. "Everybody wants to be like everybody but very few wants to be unique. Be among that few."<br />
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6. Unique person must follow four things:<br />
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d. Be the captain of the problem.<br />
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7. Have fire in your subconscious mind.<br />
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8. Be a wing to fly High.<br />
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When Sir was giving speech, I not only jotted down keynotes but I also wrote something for him as a dedication. But the interaction session was missing and I didn't get a chance to convey my speech to him. I would like to share it here :<br />
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Last night, I was getting butterfly in my stomach as one of my dream to meet you was going to come true.<br />
Before I hardly knew about you anything except that you were Ex-president of India but when I started learning about you I got really crazy. I tried my best to meet you once but I got unsuccessful. Today I can say that I am blessed to see you in front of my eyes.<br />
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You are ex-president of India, an aerospace engineer, professor, speaker, an author, a BharatRatna Awardee but this is not what makes you special at all. What makes you special is the work you did for developing India.<br />
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'Missile Man' this title was given for you for your success in aerospace engineering but for me you are a 'Missile Man' because you ignited a missile int the minds of youth to become unique and responsible citizen of India.<br />
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Your thought "I am not a handsome guy but I can give my hand to someone who needs help. Beauty is in heart and not in face," touched my soul and I have been continuously trying to become beautiful by heart.<br />
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I started writing your thoughts on the blackboard of all classes. Not only students but teachers too got inspired by it.<br />
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Like Failure, Experience is also the stepping stone to success and your experience is not only the way to success for you but for thousands of students.<br />
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Alhamdulilah! Thanking God hundred times won't be enough as he gave me a chance to meet a noble man. I wish you live many long years and make India a developed country. Sir you are the most handsome guy on the earth with such a cute smile. Love you a lot.<br />
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I hope this blog of mine has inspired every reader. Do give your reviews about one thing that you learnt from Sir.<br />
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<br /></div>Linux Administrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754097224009726053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-21862776598745296882014-07-28T23:10:00.001-07:002014-07-30T10:00:42.658-07:00Alvida Ramzaan <p dir="ltr">Oh! Ramdan why are you leaving us so early! <br>
Oh Ramdan be with us forever so that we can become a better muslims! <br>
Oh Ramdan, you are very great because you gave us an opportunity to connect ourselves with Allah..<br>
Oh Ramdan, you dont know how eagerly I'll be waiting for you till next year. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You taught me to say bismillah before starting any work..<br>
You taught me 'sabr' in everything.. <br>
You taught me that this holy month is not about starving from hunger but to keep ourselves away from all kinds of bad deeds.. <br>
You improved my relationship with those<br>
Whom i used to hate the most...<br>
You made me realize that allah is 24*7 with us..<br>
You made me follow the sunnah of prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) <br>
And most importantly you taught me ISLAM- The way of life..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Saying thankyou wont be enough for you bt still thank you for bringing peace in our life. <br>
Thank you for bringing happiness. <br>
Thank you for making us a better mankind..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sorry if intentionally or unintentionally we didnt follow any sunnah or did anything haram.. Please allah tala forgive us for our sins..</p>
<p dir="ltr">And alvida Ramzaan, we will be missing you alot. <br>
We promise that whatever good changes we brought in ourselves in this holy month we will continue with that throughout our life.. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Eid mubarak to everyone :)</p>
Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-23434579306071793732014-06-27T01:42:00.002-07:002014-06-27T01:42:56.844-07:00I MISS MY NSDC CLASS<p dir="ltr">Whenever I go to college and visit those places where NSDC's admission desk was setup, I get lost into a funny flashback. <br>
Convincing girls to take admissions,  irritating Shoib and Aftab Sir, leg pulling of Hina, eating tiffins together!!<br>
Whenever I go to Av room, new building, I get lost into crazy flashback. <br>
Playing garba with Renuka and Hina in breaks, Varsha mam's dance as a warm up, Shoib sir's jokes.. <br>
I relive those days when I and other girls went to eat choco bite of 5rs. Oh God! I badly miss those days. I wish those days can come back again. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am a day dreamer and lazy person. Sleeping in class or bunking the lecture is what I do since school days but Shoib Sir and Varsha Mam's teaching had the power to make me sit in lecture from 10 am to 6 pm. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Shoib Sir, this one is for you :) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Teaching a batch of 40 girls is not every men's cup of tea but you did it. I have never seen a trainer like you. I still remember each and everything from the day one of our lecture till on the job training. Eating dosa, sandwhich, tiffins with you and Varsha Mam is unforgettable. For every girls you were a more friend and a less trainer. Your personal life story; your journey as a salesman to a RASCI trainer had inspired many to work hard. There were times when you got angry on me because I did mistakes intentionally or unintentionally. No trainer takes anyone's anger but till some point of time you did. I am really sorry for those mistakes. <br>
Shoib Sir, I wish you good luck for your future. I will really miss your class a lot. I hate studying a lot. I never gave my fifty percent attention in any lectures but in NSDC I gave my hundred percent. You know why? Your teaching had that power.  You are 'the best' trainer. May you achieve all success in life. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Varsha Mam: when you first entered in the class I was like, 'Is she our trainer?' I mean you look so young and beautiful that it was not easy to believe you are our trainer. Your age and your looks are opposite. Anyways thank you so much for inspiring girls to speak English. Though that inspiration lasted for few days but you tried your best. </p>
<p dir="ltr">On the job training; eight days had given us so much of experience and knowledge. Compliments from customers inspired us to do more sales. Orders from the TL and other salesperson irritated us. On the job training taught us many thing. Few important lessons that I have learnt are as follows: <br>
In life its not necessary you will get a good co-workers and boss and so you have to do your best to make them realize your value.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Life is a race. You have to work hard to come first. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Its easy to become a software engineer, doctor but its tough to become a salesperson. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And the biggest lesson I have experienced is : Never unfold those clothes, you don't like. It takes lot of hard work to fold a rack of clothes! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Okay my last message to Sanjay Sir. If by chance, someday you visit my blog I want you to read this: </p>
<p dir="ltr">After Ravinder Singh and Bhagat Singh if I am highly influenced by anyone, it's you. I swear! The way you talk is what I want to learn from you.<br>
'Either I am a mass or I am a class,' this thought said by you has inspired me to take each and every step of my life to become a CLASS. By the way sir, except when I have shoe bite I wear covered shoes. Haha! I remember, that 'When we meet a new person they first notice your footwear.' </p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank you once again to my NSDC classmates, Infinite Myriaads for giving me a memory for life time. </p>
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Yesterday night, Mumbaikars were blessed with special gift by God. Yeah! First rain after a long hot days. </div>
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Rains have always been special for everyone. First rain for me is a face with full of smiles. I just love the smell of the sand when it rains. First rain indicates me that hot days(bad days have gone) and cool days (good days) are back.</div>
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First rain gives everyone something. It gives someone memories, it gives someone happiness, it gives someone relief from hot days. Not only to humans but it also gives facebook and watsapp loads of status and to twitter it gives tweets. </div>
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This year's rain has not only brought excitement, happiness in me but it has also gifted me and my friend a lesson for lifetime.</div>
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It taught me even if some people force you for anything don't accept it. Some people are so cheap. They first pretend to be nice, they pretend as if no one is as nice as them, They fool people emotionally by giving swears on friendships and what not! They will force you to take help from them. Later when time comes they don't feel shame to show their level, they shamelessly ask to return their help back!Huh! Why do such people even exist?? </div>
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First rain has really washed the fake colors of such cheap people! Thank you rain for showing true colours of a chameleon. </div>
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Rain ji Welcome to Mumbai.. Stay here for long time :) </div>
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Its been a long time since I have updated my blog. I am really sorry friends as I was really busy with college and studies. </div>
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I really wanna thank Indiblogger from my heart. Since the day I have joined Indiblogger, they have given me memories that will be cherished forever. </div>
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In life we come across various people. Some people become friends, some people become enemies, some people become inspiration while some people become a beautiful chapters of your life. Well, I have many beautiful chapters in my life. One among those chapter is 'Zebaish'. </div>
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Its been month since we know each other, we met only twice but it feels like we have relation since ages. Zebaish, I have never met a girl so beautiful not only by looks but by heart. She cares for me as if I am her family. </div>
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"Thankyou Zebaish for teaching me to love myself.. I don't know what talent do you find in me but your compliments seriously boosts me. I don't know what our relation is! Are we friends or sisters but yeah you are someone whom I want to be with me forever. Love you forever."</div>
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God! She has got true talent in Mehendi. No one can compete her! Readers below is the link of her Facebook page. Do visit her page and Girls, I am pretty sure you will fall in love with her designs.<br />
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I wish her goodluck. May all her dreams come true.<br />
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Indiblogger, your one meet has given me a gift that will stay with me forever. Thankyou :) </div>
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-43519214598241829192014-05-18T23:12:00.001-07:002014-05-19T04:13:31.192-07:00Negativity killing me!<p dir="ltr">I cant take this anymore, I cant take this anymore,<br>
I scream and fell on the floor.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My eyes gets shut and lips get sealed,<br>
In my unconscious mind positivity i yield.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I see myself with him sitting together,<br>
We intertwined our fingers and take a swear to be this way forever.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He promises me to take a step forward in our relationship, <br>
I felt as if i had won some championship.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Birds were singing, trees were dancing, sky was smiling,<br>
This environment feels so exciting.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Overwhelmed with joy i fly high,<br>
Suddenly my eyes open and i sigh.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Realizing it was just a dream,<br>
'I want to go in dreams,' I scream.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Once again negativity eluded my mind,<br>
Overcoming from it no way i find.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I cry for help to set me free from pain,<br>
But all goes in vain.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I try to commit suicide,<br>
But <u>I</u> stop, thinking about the dream of being his bride. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I decide, I will try my best,<br>
But suddenly I get stressed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Will he be future my I doubt,<br>
I am loser I shout.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Negativity! Negativity is killing me,<br>
Can anyone set me free??</p>
Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-23550487138555531202014-05-16T06:22:00.000-07:002014-05-16T06:36:34.972-07:00Stranger Boy Inspires Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"I am writing about <a href="http://myrolemodel.blogadda.com/" target="_blank" title="#MyRoleModel Activity">#MyRoleModel</a> as a part of the activity by <a href="http://www.rewardme.in/tag/gillette-cricket" target="_blank" title="Gillette India">Gillette India</a> in association with <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" target="_blank">BlogAdda.com</a>"
Every one's inspiration live with them or at least they know how their inspiration look but in my case it's quite different. My inspiration lives in my imagination, in the stories of my Dad. I have never seen him, I don't know how he looks, how he talks, what is he but yeah one thing I know for sure that my inspiration is a boy as my dad always says, 'Once there was a good boy.' I suppose good is his name!</div>
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Since childhood, I have been hearing stories about him. Since childhood, he is been my teacher, my guider who taught me about manners, about life, about world. </div>
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When I was small, every night I thanked him for teaching me one good quality. When I went to sleep, I prayed god to give all his qualities to me! When I got up in morning, I would prayed god to make me like him. </div>
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He taught me what kindness is, he taught me what politeness is, he taught me to help every one, he taught me to share, he taught me to brush your teeth twice a day, he taught me to become best student and best daughter. He taught me to have winner attitude, He taught me to love every soul, he taught me to treat everyone equal and what not he taught me. Today whatever I am, its just because of him.</div>
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My dad at nights always used to narrate that boy's story and whole night I used to spend thinking how can someone be so good. With competitive attitude I thought to become better than him. Sometimes, his extra good qualities irritated me because my dad kept talking about him but every time he forced me to adapt his qualities in me. One day I had decided, that I will prove that I am best than him but it never happened, my dad still continued talking about him.</div>
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With time as my body grew, my mind too developed more and more and finally realized the boy about whom my dad talks stays in visual world. He does not stay in real world. He doesn't have eyes, ears,nose,mouth,head,hair,hand,legs,body like us but he was a creation of my dad to inculcate good values in me. </div>
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Though he doesn't exist in this real world but he is the only reason what I am today. Yes that stranger boy is my role model. The one behind my success. As I have grown up my dad no more talks about that stranger boy as he thinks I am big enough to learn right and wrong but still I remember his each and every story. He inspires me to be human with good morale. His stories are stuck in my brain and I follow him till now.</div>
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I would like to share few of his story.</div>
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1)Once there was a good boy. He never cried, never was he upset you know why? <br />
Because he had trust in God. He had faith that with blessings of God his bad days will turn good. So whenever he felt uneasy, instead of crying he prayed God. He remembered him. So whenever you feel awkward, you feel like crying or feel like being alone remember God. He will cure away your all problems.</div>
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2) Once there was a good boy. You know why he was called good? Because he had good habits. He used to cut his nails every week, comb his hair, keep his shoes,clothes,uniform neat and tidy. He used to wash his hands before and after eating. He used to sleep early and wake-up early. So you must try to become like him so that people can call you good too.</div>
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3) Once there was a good boy. He was always a winner you know why? Because for him giving up was never the option. He gave his best in everything. He believed participation matters the most. If you participate you are already a winner because many don't even participate. So participate in all activities and give your best. You will be the winner. </div>
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-47779332295314638782014-05-15T02:00:00.001-07:002014-05-16T06:37:14.447-07:00Ravinder Singh- My Role Model<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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He taught me to love, <br />
He inspired me to write, <br />
He is an example of a genuine human being, <br />
He is the best author in my eyes, <br />
He is the lover of many especially Khushi. <br />
He is the one whom I dream about.. <br />
He, He and He is the one who is always on my mind. <br />
He is none other than Ravinder Singh- author of I too had a love story, Can Love Happen twice, Love stories that touched my heart and Like it Happened yesterday.</div>
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For many people their role model are their father, mother, teacher, brother, sister, actor, freedom fighter, and so on. Of course I would like to thank my parents for giving me birth, bearing pains for bringing me up, showering their love and care on me. I would like to thank my sister for being a great support, I would like to thank my friends for being a friend in need. I would like to thank freedom fighters for making India independent, I would like to thank few ministers like A.P.J Abdul Kalam and Atal Bihari Vajpayee for developing India. I would like to thank all actors for making me fall in love every time I watch new movie or serials. They all are better but my author is best. He is a combination of all these qualities. He loves and care for each fan like his own family member, many fans consider him as elder brother because he supports many. He is a friend of many and mine too because he always advises me. He helps India to develop by encouraging many youths to vote, to stand against wrong and he too does stand against unlawful acts and corruption. He is as smart and handsome like any actor.<br />
'Gurur Brahma Gurur Vishnu<br />
Gurur Devo Maheshwara<br />
Gurur Sakshat Parbrahma<br />
Tasmai Shree Guruvay Namah'<br />
I bow my heads to my Guru, my role model for inspiring me to work with him. It's his inspiration that I am a blogger today and In-sha-allah with his blessings I may become like him.<br />
He is my role model not because he writes best. Obviously he is an awesome writer but his qualities makes him superior. </div>
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Before meeting him personally, I just loved him for his love for his dead girlfriend Khushi and for his writing. I always had a dream to work with him. But after meeting him, I love him for his kindness toward his fan, for his politeness and for his personality. After meeting him my mantra is 'I want to be like Ravinder Singh'. Its after meeting him I wished if someday I become a big personality, my attitude should be same like him. He is a celebrity but he behaves like a Aam Admi that makes him the best.<br />
I remember 11th of July 2013, my first meet with him. I was so tensed and nervous before meeting him. My heart was pounding fast when he entered inside the crossword store. His side face was only visible to me and that was enough to make me realize it wasn't a dream but reality that I am meeting him. <br />
Fans had got a chance to ask question to Mr.Ravinder Singh. How could I miss a chance of talking to him? I grabbed the mic and firstly I introduced myself. To my surprise he remembered my name as an active member on fanpage.. Yeyyiii I was out of the world at that time. <br />
Book signing started and it was my turn to meet him personally and give him hand made gifts. I sat beside him and he greeted me with my name. He was very happy watching my hand made gifts. He laughed loudly when he read those school birthday songs I had wrote inside the card. He laughed loudly when he read all the dreams that I had written on various placards. He was happy watching his collage on handmade bag. He was happy to see his reflection on mirror reading 'only person who stays in my heart is the one inside the mirror'. He was happy to receive diary from me.He promised me to write a next novel in it and send a image of that diary.He was so happy that he was ready to click ten pics with me. He wrote a personalized message in my novel. He thanked me and my friends for helping me to prepare gifts. When I met him, I noticed his many qualities which made him my role model. His qualities are as follows :</div>
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2- He makes sure to interact with his readers and yeah when he meets them, he does remember their names.</div>
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3- He appreciates each reader and thank them to spend their money by purchasing his books instead of spending in eating, watching movie,etc. </div>
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4- He inspires, motivates each individual if they share about their goals and aims.</div>
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Apart from these, I would like to appreciate one nature of Ravinder Singh by one quote of A.P.J. Abdul Kalam : 'I am not a handsome guy but I can give my hands to some." <br />
He helps new budding author by organizing various competition. Latest one is 'Black Ink'. He himself has gone through sleepless night, he had suffered a lot while publishing his first book so he has started a publishing house called 'Black Ink' to give first time authors a chance to publish their novel. He will guide three authors to write and help them in publishing the novel. </div>
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The urge to work with him made me write a love story that I had published on online site. I had posted on his fanpage the link of my first story. Inspite of his busy schedule, he removed time to read my story and give his honest review.<br />
Ravin has always wished me good luck when I always told how I dream to work with him. Ravin has removed time to solve many love related problems. He listens everyone's problem as if his very dear friend is suffering from it. I still have those messages where he has always wished for my good. <br />
RAVIN HATS OFF TO YOU. <br />
YOU WERE,ARE AND WILL BE MY ROLE MODEL FOREVER!! <br />
Love you. </div>
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I will be tweeting this link to Ravin, and I am damn sure he is gonna read it with a smile on his face. <br />
Ravin, if you read do tell me how can I work with you??<br />
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Yesterday was one of the most memorable day of my life. Thank you Dove and Indiblogger for giving such a wonderful experience. </div>
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As it was my first indiblogger meet, since morning I was nervous and various thoughts were going on in my mind; 'What will happen there? Will I enjoy? Whom will I talk, Will some become my friend?' <br>
Around 11 am, I decided that I will sleep instead of going there but something in inside me was fotcing me to go for the event. Between Mind and Heart, Heart always wins so I got ready and left for J.W.Marriott Hotel.</div>
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Wow! Frankly speaking I had never visited to any five star hotel before. Thank you dove and indiblogger once again. It was my dream to have lunch/ or dinner in five star hotel. Because of you my dream got fulfilled so soon. </div>
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When I entered inside my heart was pounding fast, I was biting my nails due to nervousness. I went to the corner where two ladies were chit chatting. I went there and introduced myself to them. They too introduced themselves and offered me coffee and got busy in their conversation. I was left all alone then few ladies, Anu aunty, maniparna and mayuri came and we formed a group. We introduced ourselves and went to registeration counter. There all ladies were divided into a team of ten. Lyckily my new friends, Maniparna, Mayuri and Anu aunty were in my team. Ladies started coming in. Every one wearing white. White a symbol of peace and a color of dove! Girls dressed in white looked really pretty. Some looked hot, some charming, some beautiful, some elegant, some sexy, some hot. Adjectives will fall short if i start describing ladies in white! We got registered and went to yamuna- ganga room where program was supposed to start. <br>
Program started with the intoduction by one of the member of indiblogger. Maniparna won a hamper as she travelled from Kolkata. Since, I had joined indiblogger two weeks ago, I was told to say something. I took the mic and told them how i was nervous before attending this event and how this event was supercool and beyond my expectation. Then the anchor of the evening took over the mic and the real fun started. All girls were told to stand according to their team. Five members were told to form outer circle and five members to form inner circle. Music was played, we had to move around, one circle clock wise and other anti clock wise. When the music stopped, whoever was standing in front of us, we had to introduce ourselves to each other. In next round whoever were standing opposite to each other had to write one adjective describing your partner. My partner described me as 'Charming' :). In third round whoever were facing each other had to make their faces same way the smiley was on the card. Then we had <u>zumba</u> dance. Zumba dance was outstanding. I had danced so much for the first time. Whole crowd had enjoyed it alot. After this there were various activities like hips dont lie in which we had to play with ring, play with the ball, hairstyle and puzzle mania. Our team stood first only in hairstyle. Later, we had the most awaited event by all girls- style your hair. Hair stylers were there for us to style our hair. I took a layer cut with long curls. We got a dove gift hamper which included shampoo, conditioner, hair straightener and a hair clip with dove symbol. </div>
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After this we went near pool to play one more activity of bartender. I and Zebaish didn't go there as were really tired and hungry. We sat in one room and started gossiping and knowing each other. In some time we became very good friends.<br>
Dinner was served to us at 8.45 pm. <br>
I and Zebaish left for home as we were getting late. But program was still going on. I had missed award ceremony and hitting the dance floor.</div>
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Dove and Indiblogger you guys rock. Thank you for treating each lady like a princess. </div>
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I had also heard from many that this was the best event.<br>
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About the product, i would recommend every readers try Dove products for once and I am sure you guys will become permanent user of it. I and my sister have been using dove soap which helps to keep my skin soft. We also using dove shampoo and conditioner it helps to keep our hair long and silky. The conditioner adds shining to our hair. My sister uses dove face wash and after using it, she looks more fair, her skin becomes soft. So friends, do use dove product once.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"> http://www.dove.in/en/Products/Hair-Care/</div><div dir="ltr">Shampoo/Intense-Repair-Shampoo.aspx</div>
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You can share your joy with me, <br />
You can cry out your pain with me,<br />
I listen to you very carefully<br />
And after telling me you feel peace.<br />
I don't reveal your secret to anyone,<br />
I am a loyal friend!<br />
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Its me Diary! </div>
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When I was small, I used to watch in T.V girls writing a secret diary. Since then there was always an urge in me to write diary. I always requested my dad to buy me a diary. I wanted to write a diary but he never gave me as he used to think children should not hide any secret from parents. </div>
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Later when I turned quite big, I started saving my pocket money and went to purchase diary. <br />
When I entered the shop, there were varieties of diaries. Some small, some big. Each and every diaries had a beautiful cover design. Some had pictures of emotions, nature, Indian map and so on. I selected the one with Hannah Montana image on the cover. No I was not a fan of Hannah Montana, I never listened her songs but still it was my favorite as it had lock and key. Lock and key! Wow, no one can read your diary as no one has the key except the one whom it belongs to.</div>
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I started writing diary. I never forgot to share my each and every day's experience. I poured out my feeling in it. My first bunk experience, my new crushes, about my favorite teachers, my best friends, my enemies, about my parents- how I felt they didn't love me, how they used to do partiality between two kids, my sister- how she never understood me, how she used to complain dad about my mistakes. Everything! <br />
Slowly and gradually my diary became a trustworthy friend.<br />
My morning used to start writing in a diary how I want a particular day to be, what I wish from my life and at night I used to write about the whole day. <br />
Sometimes when I had holiday, I used to read my diary. Sometimes it brought smile on my face reading some funny moments while sometimes it brought tears reading the harsh reality of life. </div>
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But one fine day, When I had returned from college and was about to write in my diary what all I was going through when my crush forwarded his hands for friendship, my sister's word made me lose control on my mind</div>
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"You forgot your diary's key today and I have read your diary. I am going to tell dad what you feel about us!" </div>
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How could she? How could she read someone's personal diary. Don't she understand English? I had clearly mention 'It's my request do not read my diary' but still she read. <br />
Anger aroused in me and I teared my diary into pieces. 'How can someone read anyone's personal diary' I killed my diary. I was the murderer. I killed my best friend. </div>
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For few days, I felt like my life had stopped without my diary. I had a great trauma as I had lost my best friend. <br />
I could have purchased a new diary to write but as first love is always special, first child is always special, first gift is always special, first salary is always special; same way my first diary was, is and will always be special. My first diary was my heart.</div>
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After this incident, I had stopped writing diary because I had fear, if someone will read my diary I will kill it again! </div>
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Time passed and then came someone special in my life who made me to write diary for him. <br />
I couldn't express my feelings to him as I am bit shy person. I decided to write diary and let him know what I feel for him. I purchased a diary from archies and named it as 'MEMORIES' because he had given me some memories that will be cherished forever. I wrote my feelings in it and handed him on 10th January.. <br />
He felt so special after reading that diary and he understood no one loves him more than me. As love happens many time, we get many best friends in life same way i found my best friend once again in 'MEMORIES.'</div>
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Readers, if you don't write diary then start writing. Diaries can really become your best loyal friends.You can even gift it to someone special like I did.<br />
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-44122978544762710462014-05-08T03:37:00.003-07:002014-05-08T03:37:43.202-07:00No place is as beautiful as home..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"You never know the value of what you have till you lose it."</div>
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After a long ten days, I am back to my home. The smile is back on my face. When I took my first step while entering, I felt like I am entering in paradise. I felt as if the walls of my home are cuddling me in their arms. I felt like curtains are rippling, wind chimes are singing and welcoming me. I felt like my closet is asking me how am I. I felt like my cozy bed is asking did I miss it. I felt like kitchen is crying in joy as it's cook is back. I felt like how stupid I was to leave this place.</div>
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Ten days ago, my parents informed me that they are going to village and I have to stay at sister's place. That time I was so happy and excited to leave my house. I was so happy as I had got bore from my home.I planned activities that I will be doing at sister's place. I was so happy that while leaving, I didn't even say <br />I will miss you home.. Aah! That was so rude of me.. Days passed at sister's place but their was a kind of disatisfaction. It not that I didn't enjoy their, I did enjoy, I had fun with di,jiju,rupam,rohan but I was missing something very badly and that something was my darling home. Every time when I did something or sat idle, I would think if I was at my home I would have been helping mom, I would have been reading books, playing wind chimes and so on. The environment and comfortness that your home provides can never be replaced.As time passes, your home becomes your partner with whom you share happiness, laughter, joy, pain, sorrow, tears and what not! Home is the house of peace. It doesn't matter whether you stay in bungalow or hut, whether your house is small or big; no place is as beautiful as home.. </div>
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In your home, stand and scream loudly: "I love you my dear home. You are my best partner."<br />
You will notice a big smile on your face after doing it.. Give it a try!! </div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Where we love is home - home that our<br />
feet may leave, but not our hearts"-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Home is the place where, when you have<br />
to go there, they have to take you in."- Robert Frost</span></div>
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-46019229609474477322014-05-06T23:21:00.001-07:002014-05-06T23:37:30.941-07:00Sleepless Night Because You Are On My Mind..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I cover myself from head to toe so that darkness covers me..<br />
I toss and turn whole night but couldn't sleep properly..<br />
I think continuously whats disturbing me but I don't understand the reason..<br />
To get peace of mind, I listen soft songs<br />
But i still feel restless..<br />
Cousins sit besides me and chit chat about their life but all goes unheard..<br />
Suddenly, you appear in front of me taking me to the flashback of joyful time we had together..<br />
Its been month since I have seen your mesmerizing eyes..<br />
Its been month since I have seen your smiling lips<br />
I am missing those movement of your eyeballs.<br />
I am missing your raised eyebrows,<br />
I am missing your handshake..<br />
I am missing you a hell lot..<br />
I don't know what has happened suddenly, but things are not the same..<br />
It has changed for sure..<br />
Gone are those days when you respected and adored my love..<br />
I don't know what has happened whether you have got bored from me or you are ignoring me but one thing is for sure your this behavior is hurting me..<br />
I tried a lot to be happy, to think positive, to believe you will be mine someday but all goes in vain as i fear of losing you.</div>
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I tried to live my life and ignore you too but later I realized my life is you and I can't live without you..</div>
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Please it's a request behave like before or else I will be shattered into pieces.. Please talk to me like before and meet me frequently so that I can at least keep a hope someday I and you will b together forever. </div>
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Linux Administrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754097224009726053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-70026640690425420422014-05-06T07:13:00.000-07:002014-05-06T07:13:04.814-07:00The best charity you can do is by improving your character.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I saw a minister distributing food and clothes to beggars near my society. <br />
"He is a nice man," I told to my mumma eating my favorite strawberry ice cream. <br />
I went near him just to compliment him for his good deeds. <br />
"Uncle, uncle," i called and touched his back. <br />
"You stupid girl!! Why did you touch me? Which caste do you belong! Are you an untouchable or belong from schedule caste," came the reply. <br />
"He is not nice," my heart screamed. <br />
"Sorry," I said and marched towards my home. </div>
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Night passed but still my mind was thinking about the minister's incident. <br />
Lots of questions were floating in my mind. <br />
'How can he do charity with such a narrow thinking?', 'will god be happy by his charity', 'will people be happy by his good deeds?'.<br />
To get answers of my questions I asked my dad.<br />
"The best charity you can do is by improving your character," was his reply. <br />
Earlier i didn't understand meanings of his words but as i grew up, i completely understood what message he wanted to give me. </div>
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Charity is not only about donating clothes, food, money an so on to poor. Charity is not meant only for poor. Charity also includes the way we behave, it includes our character too. By donating huge amount of money with an impure heart is of no use.. You will become 'mahan' or 'great' in this world but in eyes of God you will always be a 'loser'. Its a dream of almost all children and teenager that when they will grow up and earn money they will do charity.. Hold on Guys! It's not necessary to earn money and then do charity, you can start right now!</div>
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Improve your character because its a best charity you can ever do. <br />
Smiling at someone is charity, making someone laugh is charity, helping a stranger by telling him the address is charity, helping an aged man, blind person to cross the road is again a charity, sharing food with your friends or someone who is hungry is a charity, feeding a pet is charity, helping mom is charity, talking politely is charity, removing harmful thing from road that will harm others is again a charity, saying thank you to someone is a charity. <br />
Charity begins at home so start from today. Respect your parents, obey them, don't lie to them, help them to complete their work. </div>
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No need to wait for doing big charity.Big big donations can be done by anyone but improving a character is the most difficult and greatest charity one can do..<br />
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-74292612243817732962014-05-05T09:19:00.000-07:002014-05-05T09:19:16.254-07:00She is a Mother, a Daughter, a wife- then why is she not valued?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today she is threaten, <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1452374188" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> she is been beaten then she is raped, then she is harassed mentally, then she is killed..If not killed, then she suicides as she cant handle the pain. If she doesn't suicides and decides to fight then world kills her by taunts. Time has changed but crime against women has not stopped.. Instead day by day its increasing. Crime against women is reaching its height.<br />Be it a husband, a father, a friend, boyfriend everyone is behind a women like tom runs behind jerry.<br />Not only man but today a women too harms a women for her benefit, due to jealousy, ego and so on.<br />But what are we doing to stop it??<br />What did our government do to stop crime against women? Earlier it didn't make any law, now when it has made law its not implemented properly.<br />Ministers, individual talk that crime against women is increasing because of the clothes they wear, they way they talk,its women who wanted pleasure, its women's fault every time! Is it so?? In spite of living in independent India why a girl doesn't have freedom to wear, to speak, to do anything that she wills. Why is she blamed every time!! Are daughters really a curse to the society??<br />No not at all.. Our scripture says, daughter are goddess, daughters are diamond then why she is abused every time.<br />What did individuals do to stop the crime?<br />They lighted candle for few days thinking they did something for the good cause and then they were back to their normal life. They completely forgot that their rally did no good.<br />Is rally enough every time??<br />No, not at all.<br />To stop crime, the very first thing we need to do is educate every individual. We need to make them realize the importance of women. Be it a vegetable seller, a milk man or newspaper boy or be it Ambani we need to make them realize that today if you give pain to some women <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1452374189" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> it can be your wife, your daughter.<br />We need to make every women realize that if a crime has happened with women instead of avoiding her support her, help her to take a stand.<br />We need to educate ministers to think twice before they speak because its their daughter too who wears short and rome around the city.<br />When a child is in school, we need to introduce law as a subject that teaches them various punishments that are given for various crimes against women but before that laws must be amended properly.</div>
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Every parents should teach their child to value every women.<br />Girls, women should be taught self defense at least in some case they can defend themselves. Girls should be taught how to fight for themselves, they should be taught how to have courageous and not to give up attitude. <br />Police should be taught not to rape a women by their words instead listen to her complaints and take action accordingly.<br />Rich or poor doesn't matter.. Whoever does crime must be punished equally.</div>
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If we follow these things then I am sure that crime against women will decrease to a great extent.</div>
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Remember: <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #486a00; font-size: 19px; line-height: 24px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px;">"Tell the believing men to lower their gaze and guard their modesty. That is purer for them, verily Allah is All-Aware of what they do." - QURAN.</span></div>
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Linux Administrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754097224009726053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-73002408639125839812014-05-05T04:33:00.001-07:002014-05-05T04:33:19.569-07:00 MARRIAGE IS BUILD ON COMPROMISE, SACRIFICE AND UNDERSTANDING<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It feels so good to see happy married couples sharing love
with each other, holding hand in hand and walking on the sea-shore, sharing coconut
water with two straws, feeding each other, hugging each other. But is this
enough in relationship? Is relationship build only on love? Is love enough to
spend entire life with each other?</div>
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Numbers of couples are getting divorced every year. When
asked what happen, their answer would be – ‘Things didn't workout between us,’ ‘He
keeps fighting with me daily,’ ‘she never understands me,’ and blah blah. I
really pity on those couples for their immaturity. </div>
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My friend too is going through this phase. She is almost on
the verge of divorce as things are not working between them. She thinks it’s
entirely his fault and he (his husband) thinks it’s entirely her fault. I tried
my best to convince them, to forget the past and concentrate on their present
and future but their ‘ego’ is not allowing them to do so. No relationship can
stand on the basis of ‘ego’. It’s ego that kills the relation. Marriage is not
about tit for tat that if he did wrong, I’ll also do wrong; if he is showing
attitude, I’ll show him the same, it’s about walking hand in hand, it’s about
understanding, it’s about sacrifice and it’s about compromise. </div>
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If your husband/ wife scream at you, you have to understand
something is bothering him/her. So instead of reacting the same way calm them
down. If she wants to watch her favorite Television show or he wants to see
match, instead of behaving rude learn to sacrifice. Make your partner happy by
giving him/her the remote. Learn to compromise. If a wife wants to buy a gold
chain worth Rs.50, 000 and a man wants to buy a branded watch Rs. 25,000 and if
their saving is only 40,000 learn to compromise by buying a watch of Rs.15, 000
and gold chain of Rs.25, 000. By doing these small things you can save your
relation lifetime.</div>
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Not only marriage but any kind of relation be it a
parent-child, brother-sister, friends require this basic principle that is
understanding, compromise and sacrifice. It’s the foundation of any
relationship.</div>
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Linux Administrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754097224009726053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-23334212710796470222014-05-04T07:43:00.001-07:002014-05-04T22:21:27.338-07:00FALTU- Always Inspires Me!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Inspiration is something that we come across every now and then. A small child can inspire us, a great leader can inspire us, a stone that has no life can too inspire us, a thought can inspire us, a song, a poetry an article anything can inspire us.. I get inspired every time I watch something that soothes my heart.<br />
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Today as I opened my eyes and went to hall, the very first thing I did was, I switched on the television. I was changing the channel, when I came across the movie FALTU. It's one the best movie, I have ever watched.<br />
It's not only a lesson for parents that 'EDUCATION IS NOT IMPORTANT, WHAT MATTER IS KNOWLEDGE AND KNOWLEDGE COMES WITH INTEREST, but it also teaches me, you and everyone to follow your dreams. It teaches us to make your hobby, your passion - your career. Study your hobby and I am sure everyone will become successful. Well, today this movie has once again inspired me to make my hobby(my writing) my career and from today on-wards, I promise myself i will get skilled in my writing field. Instead of concentrating on BCA, i will give my 100 percent in writing.<br />
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I wish our INDIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM can too get inspired by this movie. What if our education system changes exactly like the FALTU COLLEGE?<br />
Every student will not get bored to attend the lectures, he will give his 100% to get skilled in his hobby and each student will be called 'best.' No parents will think that their child is 'NALAYAK.'<br />
If INDIA has to become a developing nation, it has to surely change its education system.<br />
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I recommend everyone reading this post, that if you have not watched this movie 'FALTU' do watch once and I request everyone reading this post, forget getting degree in your hands, get knowledge in area that interests you. No need to be a doctor, engineer, IPS if you don't will to become, Its OK to become a freelancer, a beautician, a choreographer, a musician, etc. You will earn less that's alright at least you will be happy and live with peace.</div>
Linux Administrationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04754097224009726053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-38649894337101827642014-04-24T23:30:00.000-07:002014-05-06T23:23:54.018-07:00Pain Of Not Talking To You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Do you even realize how did i spend my each seconds!!</div>
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Do you even realize how much mentally ill i got!!</div>
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Days I had spent with positive hopes of hearing your voice may be once..</div>
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But nights passed with a dreadful dream by facing the reality I am no for you.. Yes no one!!</div>
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Do you even realize,how hard was it for me to digest this reality??</div>
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Whatever books I read, whatever songs I hear, whatever shows I watch- I always keep imagining us together.. With every passing second I pray god to make u mine but sometimes I feel all my prayers are going in vain.. Every time I convince myself with a hope you will b mine someday.. But all hopes seems to fade away..</div>
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You know sometimes I wish to close my eyes and go to a peaceful sleep forever because this sleep is much better than thinking about the cruel fact of loosing u..</div>
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You may not realize how much I love you or may b you do but don't care about it....</div>
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-89187721532801016042013-11-14T00:28:00.002-08:002013-11-14T00:28:37.400-08:00Like It Happened Yesterday!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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‘Enjoy
your childhood days as much as you can. These days will never come back’</div>
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Everyone has got their own childhood memories which are
always special for them. These memories are always treasured throughout the
life. Childhood memories are not only special but it’s also pure and innocent.
Looking myself in mirror I realize how much I have changed, and so have all
others. The main quality that we all have lost as we grow up is innocence. </div>
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I remember, how once my uncle had said, ‘Seva karne se Meva
Milta hai’ which means if you give service to other, if you take care of others
then all good thing will come to you. I
had misunderstood Meva with dry fruits (‘<i>meva
in hindi is also known as dry fruits’)</i> and I started helping my mom by washing
utensils, I used to massage my mom and dad’s head, hands and legs. </div>
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‘Mom, if you are going to give me Meva, then please give me
cashew and peanuts only,’ I said my mom once while washing utensil.</div>
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‘What?’ she asked in surprise as she didn’t understand what
I was trying to say.</div>
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‘Uncle said that Sewa krne se Meve milta hai and that’s why
I am doing all this because I want peanuts and cashew.’</div>
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She laughed out loudly and gave a kiss on my cheeks, ‘you,
don’t have to all this, I will buy cashew and peanuts for you’.</div>
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She said this incident to my dad, my neighbors. Everyone
made fun of me but I was happy eating cashew and peanuts for free without
offering any service.</div>
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Remember, when we were small we always wanted to become good
boy and good girl. That was the only mission for us and so was I. </div>
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You are a good girl na? Then do this, do that and to get the
title of ‘Good Girl’ I always obeyed everyone’s order.</div>
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For every child, birthday is the most awaited day as it had
many advantages:</div>
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school</div>
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</span><!--[endif]-->You were treated as the prince and princess at
home and school both.</div>
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And for these reasons I used to eagerly wait for my birthday
but I also found one disadvantage when we had to distribute chocolates and
return gifts to friends. At that moment, I used to hate all my friends
wondering that ‘It’s my birthday why should I give them chocolates and return
gift, they should return me back all my chocolates and gifts’. But, when my other friends had their birthday
I used to wish them so lovingly as if I am their best friend with greed of
getting chocolates and return gifts.</div>
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Going to school was a disastrous feeling for many of them
but for me it was opposite. I loved going to school but when any teacher asked
me to recite a poem or a story, I used to pee in my uniform due to fear. Haha! Not my fault, at that time I didn’t
know what confidence is. I used to love
going to school not because of studies but after school hours, everyday my mom
used to buy either Bhel, or Chocolates, or Chakli for me. </div>
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Did you do something wrong in your childhood day? </div>
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I did once and the consequences faced by me for that is
unforgettable. I had once steal money from my mother’s piggy bank to eat pani
puri and when my dad came to know about this he beat me a lot, and that was the
first day when I came to know that tears are salty as I had tasted it. </div>
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Not only this, once I and my sister went to my dad’s shop
with my father’s small brother. Dad went out for some reason. I and my sister
were playing near the gutter and I don’t know for what reason we landed up in a
great fight and I pushed her so badly that she felled down in that gutter. </div>
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Injections frightened many children but I loved that. I
always prayed to make me ill just to visit hospital and get medicines and
injections. I used to pray god, that please do something to me that even I get
to sit in the wheel chair. How crazy I
was! Wheel chair always used to amaze me. For me, it was a cycle with more
additional features and so I always wanted the one but thank god! He didn’t
listen to that prayer.</div>
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I am really missing those days, when we only did good
things, when we were unaware of the word pain, when Tom and Jerry, popoye used
to our favourite shows instead of roadies and all, when mom’s dad’s love was
everything for us.</div>
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WISH YOU ALL A
VERY HAPPY CHILDRENS DAY!</div>
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Want to relive your childhood days? Do read ‘Like It
Happened Yesterday’ by ‘Ravinder Singh’ and I am sure this book will bring back
those days of innocence. Reading this book will bring tears of joy in your
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-12370019231340250962013-11-13T00:30:00.002-08:002013-11-13T00:33:05.763-08:00Beauty of face fades away but beauty by heart remains the same forever!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">10
January, 2012<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Dear, I have kept your medicine box on the table,
take them and sleep. Tomorrow is your surgery so get up early,” said Priyanka’s
mom while washing the utensils.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“How many more surgeries,mom?” she asked with
frustration in her voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Controlling her tears, her mom washed her hands,
came near Priyanka and caressed her hair, “Few more surgeries and then my Shona,
you will be absolutely fine and beautiful. Now go and sleep”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Priyanka went to her room, locked the door and
closed the windows. Her room was suffocating. Without taking her medicines, she
lied down on her bed and covered her body with a quilt. Her eyes gazed on the
ceiling fan.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I
would have bore all the pains that society gave me but what about the pain
given by you? This society treats me like alien but that doesn’t hurt me when
compared to our parting.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">She got up from the bed and placed the stool below
the ceiling fan. She stood up on the stool and tied her favourite pink<i> resham dupatta </i>on the fan. She wept holding that dupatta, as it was one
of the memoirs of her love/ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">As she was about to hang herself she screamed
loudly, “I can’t do this! I can’t hang myself! No I can’t”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">As she was getting down from stool, her legs were
shaking and sweat surrounded her entire body due to fear. She opened the window
to get some fresh air. She drank the entire water from bottle to calm herself
down. She then checked her mobile and after some time, as she was surfing
twitter, she saw something that made her heart sink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">She logged in to her Gmail account and sent someone
a mail. She smiled and got up from the chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“I love you,” she said with her eyes gazed on the
screen of the computer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> She stood in
front of mirror and spitted on the mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">You
are ugly! I hate you Priyanka! I hate you. No one loves you, all your friends
except Neha and Sanjay have stopped talking to you, and your soulmate left you
in midway of life when you needed him the most. It’s just because of this face.
You are troubling you parents.You should die! <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">She then took her medicine and fell asleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> ***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">21
February, 2013<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Yes Sir, Thank you so much. I am so grateful to
you,” said Sumit excited on the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Thanks a lot Sir, and I will surely check the mail,”
he said and disconnected the call.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Sumit switched on his laptop and logged in to his
gmail account. He had received an appointment mail from Traveller Fox to anchor
one of their shows. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Yeah.
It’s like dream come true. I always wanted to work with them and with all my
efforts I finally managed to get the contract signed with them. I will be now
travelling the entire world. WEDNESDAY! Wednesday my life will take a new turn.
What else I want in life!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">He was about to log out from gmail, when he by
mistakenly clicked the cursor on the spam folder. He was going through all the
mails when he saw a mail from a familiar name. He saw the date of the letter 10
January, 2012. Sweat covered his forehead, his eyes were moistened and he was
dumbstruck watching her name flashing on the desktop screen. He clicked on her
name and read the email.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Love Sumit,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> Do
you remember me? I hope you do! It’s been ages I have not asked about your
whereabouts like before. I hope you are doing well and good. How is your
anchoring going on? Still rocking the floor, right? What a silly question I am
asking of course you will be rocking after all you are a superstar! I saw your
reply on Abdul Kalam’s tweet, ‘BEAUTY IS IN HEART AND NOT IN FACE’. I was happy
to see your reply, ‘I agree with you sir, beauty of face fades away one day but
beauty by heart remains the same forever.’ Do you really mean by your word? If
yes then why did you leave me? Or this reply was just to gain popularity?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> We
both were in eleventh, when we met each other for the first time on fresher’s
party. Contestants from science and commerce who wanted to participate in Mr.
and Miss Fresher were told to come on stage and that’s how we met. That day too
you were looking smart as usual. Any girl would have fallen for you. Black suit
and white shirt! You were ShahidKapoor of that time. The first round was
introduction round. Not only looks but your modulated voice and your smile with
a dimple on right side had given butterfly in my stomach. I wanted to talk to
you then and there but my friend told me to control. Time came, when it was my
turn to introduce myself. The anchor
Manish called my name more than five times but I was so lost in you that I
didn’t hear my name. You tapped my shoulder, I turned back and my eyes were
wide open, my jaws almost dropped down to see you standing only inches away
from me. I wondered when you came down from the stage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“It’s your turn Madam! Are you nervous?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Sorry! I forgot my name has been announced” I said
and walked towards stage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I introduced myself and came down; there were two
more contestants who were sitting beside you. I fooled one girl and told her to
go and register her name for the competition and finally managed to sit beside
you. We had a formal introduction with a hand shake. Second round was to
randomly choose any partner and dance with them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Would you like to become my partner?” you said and
forwarded your hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">How could I miss such a beautiful opportunity to come
close to you? I agreed and gave my hand in yours. I kept continuously staring at you when we
both were dancing together. And we were selected as the best Jodi among
all. Third round was Question and Answer
round. Well you had a great IQ! And you won Mr. Fresher! It was a moment of joy
for me. I was bit disappointed because I too deserved to win but unfortunately
Shreya became Miss. Fresher. Do you remember how you fooled me by asking me for
my cell phone to call your friend as you were short of balance? I gave you my
cell and very smartly you had saved your number in my cell and gave a missed
called from my phone on your number. At night, when I reached home, I checked
my cell and saw your message <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">‘Hey! I hope you enjoyed my company and thanks for
sharing your number with me!’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I kept wondering whole night when did I give you my
number. Haha! You are very smart Sumit! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">‘Can we be friends? I promise I will never leave you
alone whatever happens to you and me.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The day, you asked me for friendship, I felt as if I
have found my best friend in you. Talks
initiated and we started meeting on regular basis. We became closer day by day.We
started bunking lectures and visited different places of Mumbai. One of my
memorable days with you was when we both went to Elephanta Caves. That was the
only day when we both were alone otherwise our stupid friends always
accompanied us. We both were standing
beside each other on ship. It was a moment of Titanic seriously! That was the
day, when our friendship had taken a new turn to love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">. I always loved to accompany you on your events. I
loved to be a part of crowd and shout your name with other girls when you did
anchoring.You know a girl among crowd said that she loves you a lot and I was
pretty jealous of her and I said her that I am your girl friend and we are in a
serious relationship. I didn’t know that the girl is from our college. After
one week, she saw us together near the Nescafe and started congratulating us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“We are just friends,” you winked at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“But she said me, you both are in a serious
relationship!” she said passing me an angry look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Sweetheart, I thought you didn’t want to disclose
about our relationship. Yeah she is my girl friend, my life,” you said with
your eyes gazed at me. I knew it wanted answers from me. She went and I
explained the entire scenario to you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">You laughed at me, “Hahaha! Pri, do you seriously
love me?” you asked with seriousness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t know. I have lectures. Bye,” I said and ran
from there as I didn’t want to answer your question because I was confused
whether its love or infatuation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> I miss our
fight that we did in college garden related to stupid topics on Science and
Commerce, who is smarter among us. I am
still sure Science is thousand times better than moron Commerce. Hehe! I am
just kidding dear. I hope you don’t mind for calling you dear. But to be
honest, you were, you will and always be my dearo, my sweetiepie, my Sumitwa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Do you remember, I had once wore a pink shorts and
we were roaming in dream park and how some jerks passed stupid comments on me
and someone among them called me ‘item’! I cried that night when you shoutedme
so hard. I liked your possessiveness for
me. From that very day, I had promised myself that I won’t wear shorts ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Hey! I still have those letters with me, through
which we used to communicate with each other in college. How stupid we were, In
spite of having cellphone we passed letters to each other through our common
friend. I kiss those letters every night before I sleep. Reading those letters, makes me feel you
still love me like before. I still
believe one day you will come back to me all my hopes go in vain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> It
was Tarangan DJ Night featival in college on 14<sup>th</sup> November 2000, do
you remember the date? Yes! It’s our
anniversary date. Till my death, I won’t forget how special you made me feel on
that day. Being an anchor of the show, you called me on stage and in front of two
thousand students and teachers you proposed by singing song. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Ek Din Aap you Humko Mil Jayenge<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Fool hi fool raho me khiljayenge<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Maine Sochanatha”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Now, my music player does not contain any other song
except this one. 24*7 I just keep listening this song. You kissed my hand and
wrapped me in your arm. For the first time I felt safe with someone. It was not
that I was never in relationship before, but this was the first time I had
fallen in True Love. Love, I must salute your guts of proposing me in front of
teachers. The very next day, our parents were called; your dad had slapped you
in front of our principal, trustee and teachers. We were suspended for two weeks
but we hardly cared. My dad understood us and he was by our side but mom! She
wanted to kill dad for taking my side as she thought you are not good for me
but later on she too understood, you were perfect for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> Mr.
Sumit, do you remember our first kiss? Haha! My class was from 12.30 pm but I
had come one hour before the lecture. I was bored and I messaged you, you made
an excuse to washroom and straightaway you came to my class room no. 209. You
and me, we both were alone; you closed the door. I resisted you to do so but
you didn’t listen to me. You pinned me on the wall and locked my hands with
your and kissed me on my lips. We were sharing passionate moment with each
other, when Neha, my best friend opened the class. Her jaw dropped down in
shock and you went out of the class due to embarrassment. Stupid, you had only
closed the door but forgot to lock it. Imagine what would have happened if any
peon or teacher entered the room!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> I
never thought our relationship will go so far. Touchwood, I said touching the
wood of cupboard for luck. You always asked me, why on Tuesday morning I didn’t
pick up your phone and I always changed the question just to hide the truth as
I didn’t want to show you how weak I will be without you. I went to
Siddhivinayak for us, to pray Lord Ganesha to bless us forever and make us the
cutest couple on this earth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Hey! One second, do you remember how we searched on
google the seven vows a bride and groom make to each other on their wedding? We
sat down on the stairs of temple, said all the seven promises by holding each
other’s hand. I wish I could have married you that day itself!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> Nine
years passed and time came when we were officially going to make all the seven
promises to each other, yes our wedding day. You kept the date on 14<sup>th</sup>
November as it was a special day for us. But who knew, destiny is a bitch that
parted us on our engagement day itself! 10 October, a day before our engagement
day I, you,Neha and Sanjay had planned to run away on our wedding day. Heheh How
idiot we were. Just because, I wished to run away and get married you made a
plan with our friends. 11 October, 2008 the most awaited day came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Shona, I want to meet you as your boyfriend before
I officially become your soulmate,” you said and I agreed to meet you at Malad,
Infinity Mall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I was standing at bus stand waiting for the bus. Bus
was running a bit late that day. Oh! No these Buses are never on time. A huge
crowd was standing in the queue and I ignoring those people’s comment, anger on
the conductor and driver was day dreaming about you, me and our journey after
marriage. How I will wake up watching your cute face, how you will handle me
when I will get angry on you, how we will make our each day special. Suddenly
my dream broke when my cell phone felled down as I was lost in my own
wonderland. I bent down to pick my cell phone, I got up picking all the battery
that had came out of the phone, parts of phone and my sim card when a glass jar
that one man was holding it fell on me due to the husle and bustle of the
crowd. My face was burning and I realized acid had fallen on me. Yes! That
glass bottle contained acid and the pieces of the glass bottle stuck my face.
People took me to hospital and had sent the man who carried acid at public
places at police station. As you heard,
the news you came to hospital to be with me. That time my condition was
critical, I was not in my senses but I still felt that you are beside me.Doctor
said I lost my right eyes and my right face was burnt completely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“That doesn’t matter Shona, your soul, your heart is
same like before I will be with you always,” you said holding my hands to
assure that you still love me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I was so lucky to have you as my life my soulmate. From the time I was admitted till the time I
could properly stand up on my leg you were with me 24 * 7. You gave me a ray of
new hope, when I wanted to give up my life in depression. You are the reason
why I chose life rather than to die. Your love and support had given me my life
back. Writing about this incident not
only gives me goosebumps but also brings a tear of blood from eyes, a tear of
pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">But, then what happened to you? Why did you leave me
all alone in the middle of the sea? I hated my face a lot but you still found me
beautiful with that ugly face, was this all just to show off how good person
you are? But I understand, it’s not your fault. It’s my fate that took me away
from you. You wanted to become anchor and to make your dream come true you left
your life! I know how hard it was for you to choose between life and dream but
hearing your parents and few colleagues you choose your carrier, your dream. I
remember, how bad you felt when people laughed on you when I accompanied with
you during some events. I am so sorry because of me you lost your best buddy
Sanjay too as he don’t want to talk to you because he still can’t believe you
broke up our nine years of relationship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> “Please
Dear! Come back.” No I won’t say these words. I won’t beg in front of you as I
am tired of doing so. Each day is like a hell for me. Not a single day has
passed when I have slept peacefully. When I close my eyes, your memories wake
me up. These memories have shattered me into pieces. This scar on my face
doesn’t hurt me that much but our separation is killing me inside. Not even in
my wildest dream I imagined of our break up. I am missing our eye to eye
conversation, I am missing your soft hands that used to caress my hair, and I
am thirsty for your love sweetheart. You know what is hurting me more; you left
me alone silently, without even giving me the reason of break up. You changed
your number, so that I could not contact you ever and blocked me on facebook
too. After every eight months, I am undergoing
a face surgery for whom? Just for you but you hardly care about it. Tomorrow
again, there is one more surgery. I am fed up of my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> I
just want to say you good bye and good wishes for your future. May you always
achieve success in your carrier. I hope you become world’s best television
anchor. The seven promise that we made to each other I won’t break ever. I was yours, I am your, I will be yours.
Though you left my hands but remember, any time you need me, your love will be
there for you. LOVE YOU!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> Yours
and only yours,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> Priyanka.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">He signed out from gmail. He busted out in tears.
The guilt of leaving her alone was visible in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“I
am a rock star, how can I marry her. This society will laugh on me if I choose
to marry her. I cannot take her with me any where because of her burnt face. I
have to leave her so that I don’t make a joke of myself in front of the entire
world. Yes! I will leave her! I will listen to my mom dad, they are absolutely
right. They love me and why will they advise me wrong?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Daddaa”, Sumit was lost in his past; he was
remembering his last words he said before leaving Priyanka when his three years
son interrupted him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">After leaving Priyanka, Sumit’s parent had
pressurized him to get married to another girl. He got married to Naina on 20
December, 2009. With passing time he started loving Naina. Sometimes, Naina
reminded him of Priyanak as few things were common in them. After a year her
wife gave birth to Ayaan, his son. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“I have to go out for an important meeting, will
have my lunch on the way,” Sumit said to his wife and walked out of the house
with his car keys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> ***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The bell rang and she opened the door. She looked
ill. Her face had lost the glow that he had seen on her face years back. Her
face and her physic showed that she didn’t have food since ages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Aunty, I am Sumit. I want to meet Priyanka, where
is she?” he touched her feets and asked about her whereabouts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Priyanka’s mom couldn’t control her tears. She called
him inside and showed her the photo frame that was hung on the wall with a
flower garland on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“On 10 January, 2012 she had her dinner and went to
sleep. I had said her to take her medicine and go to sleep early as she had her
surgery next day. After all my chores, I went to check her whether she had
slept or not. I opened the door slowly and saw that she was sleeping. She had a
beautiful smile on her face. I didn’t go inside as I thought of not disturbing
her. As I was closing the door, I saw her computer opened, I went to turn off
the comp and saw that she had mailed you a letter! I read and I decided to
visit your place and talk to you about it and switched off the PC. I saw a
paper half covered under keyboard. I uncovered that paper and read,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Mom, Dad I am sorry for spending your lakhs of
rupees on my surgery,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">For you both I was always a winner mom<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">But this winner has lost the battle of love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I am trying hard to forget him,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">But I couldn’t do so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Every small thing reminds me of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Mom, I am sure you will come to check that whether I
slept or not,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I am going to a deep sleep mom,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I won’t wake up ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell Dad, his champion is a looser,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him, not to cry for such a looser child.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him, Thankyou for being my best friend for
these many years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him, I love him a lot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I wish to have parents like you forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell Sanjay and Neha, thanks for their friendship,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">They were beside me during the hardest phase of my
life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">If by chance, sumit reads my letter and comes to
visit me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him, not to cry.. I could bear everything but
not tears in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him even if I leave this world my soul will
always be with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him, how much I loved him.. Tell him no don’t
tell him anything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Let him understand on his own how much he meant to
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I wish he would have not been with me together for
more than nine years,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I could have easily forgotten him..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I wish I would have not loved him truly..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Mom, I am sorry for every wrong thing I did, I am
sorry for being angry with you..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I love you Maaaaaaa. Bye and take care.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">I got scared, my heart beats stopped for a while and
suddenly it started beating so fast due to fear of losing my child. I gathered
some courage and went near her and saw some white fluid flowing from her mouth!
I saw the box that was kept on the table, was empty! She had consumed the entire
tablet that was in her box. I felled down on the ground,” said Priyanka’s mom
and buried her face over Sumit’s shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“She ran and came to our room where I was sleeping.
She woke me up and told about the entire incident. I checked her and we took
her to hospital. Till we reached hospital, my daughter gave up. She closed her
eyes forever. She was dead. My champion daughter who never lost hope in
anything had lost all her hope for a new life.Mr.Sumit, the anchor you killed
my daughter. Yes! You. We could have complained against you but my daughter
never wanted you to be in trouble that’s why we didn’t say police all this. Are
you happy now? “, his father said catching his collar in anger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">He stared Priyanka’s photo on the wall. Her smiling
face, cute eyes and her joint eyebrows reminded Sumit, how beautiful she was. Her
smile reflected her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“I am sorry Pri, I am sorry,” he said and ran away
from there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> ***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Sumit was back to his home. His shirt was half in
and half out. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand. His eyes were filled
with tears. He was not in a condition to walk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Are you okay?” his wife enquired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“She left me, I killed her, I killed my Shona. I
killed her”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Whom did you killed?,” she was scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“If by chance, sumit reads my letter and comes to
visit me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him not to cry.. I could bear everything but
not tears in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him even if I leave this world my soul will
always be with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Tell him, how much I loved him.. Tell him no don’t
tell him anything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Let him understand on his own how much he meant to
me. These were her last words, I killed her.. I killed my love.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">He continued, “How can I be so mean? I am bad. What
was her fault that she became a victim of acid attack? Nothing. Then why did I
punish her? She was my life. How did I get influenced by my parent’s advice and
left her. I am nothing without her. I always tried to find her in you, compared
her with you but the love she did to me is incomparable with anyone. I became
selfish and chose my dream. But dream
without life is incomplete, how did I forget this? I walked out of her life
without realizing the effect of this decision of mine on her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Sumit went along with Naina to his room, opened the
cupboard and removed the suitcase that was locked from the day he parted away
withPriyanka. He undusted the suitcase and opened it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“These letters, we wrote in college to feel love of
olden days, these snaps are those we had clicked while making seven promises to
each other at the staircase of Shiv Mandir. This Mangalsutra, I had purchased
to gift her on our wedding night. This chain with the locket having ’SP’ was
gifted to me by her on our second anniversary. This snap is of Tarangan night,
my best friend Sanjay had clicked for me when I proposed her. We were so happy
together. Our life was complete with each other’s company. But she left me, she
left me forever. She will never forgive me for the pain I have given her. What
should I do Naina? Please help me, the guilt of killing her is hard to digest,
please help me please”, he begged to Naina<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">He got up from the bed and started roaming in the
entire room drinking wine while on the other hand Naina, was in a deep shock as she was unable
to understand what was going on. Unable
to manage himself, Sumit fell down on the floor and closed his eyes as he was
sleepy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">‘Beauty is in heart and not in face, Beauty of FACE
fades away but beauty in HEART remains the same forever. I love you Pri, I am
sorry. Please forgive me. I love you Pri, I am sorry. Please forgive me,” he
kept muttering entire night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Beauty
of face fades away but beauty by heart remains the same forever. Beauty is in
heart and not in face.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Indeed it’s a matter of shame, when
someone says why should I say again and again sorry to my parents? Why should I
not show them attitude when they do the same. Excuse me! Parents don’t show
attitude, it’s our misunderstanding that’s it and showing attitude to the one
who gave you birth is just not done!</div>
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I was having discussion with my
friend why does he hate his father so much. “Because he hates me. He don’t like
when people appreciate me,” was the reply I got from him. Dude! No parents are
ever jealous of their child. They feel proud when their children are
appreciated by others. Our parents shout
us every now and then, slap us, compare us with others because they want their
children to be best than others. I understand, sometimes they over react but
disrespecting them in front of others is absolutely wrong. To fulfill all our
requirements they struggle day and night. They sacrifice all their comforts, to
bring one cute smile on our face. Still some people don’t value them. They expect something in return of their love
and sacrifice but if we turn their expectations into disappointment, it hurts
them and this leads to anger. Their anger doesn't means they hate you.</div>
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I was the same like my friend who
disrespected my parents, insulted them and back answered them in front of
others because I always used to think, they don’t love me, they keep comparing
me with my sister, they are partial and what not I thought about them! But some past experience and few people
realized me how cheap was my thinking. They made me understand importance of my
parents. Thanks to all those special people and special thanks to experience
who gave me my real asset back! ‘MY PARENTS’. It’s not that I don’t argue with
them now, or they have stopped comparing me with my sister but I know deep
inside my heart they love me and it’s their duty and responsibility to make me
a nice person and therefore they behave with me this way. Mom, Dad I am sorry
for all the wrong words, I used against you. Today whatever I am, whatever I
have achieved is just because of you. You are the reason behind all the good
deeds I do. I don’t want others to think
about their parents like me and therefore, I always try to talk to such people.
With this blog, I hope I am able to at least make one children respect their
parents.</div>
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Friends, partners can ditch you at
some phase of life but parents hold your hands throughout the life. They become
your strength in difficulties. Even if
you are bad, wrong, selfish and what not, your parents love never decrease for
you. It remains the same forever. </div>
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We can get hundreds of boyfriends
and girlfriends, thousands of friends but we can get only one parent! Value
them. Someone has said true, '<i>That we understand the value of a particular thing
when we lose them</i>' but I don’t want you people to understand the value of your
parents when they go far away from you.</div>
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Well, even after reading this blog
you all still don’t realize the importance then here is one thing you can do.
Visit an orphanage; spend some quality time with orphans. Ask them, how they
feel being an orphan. See the pain of not having parents in their eyes. Their
tears will be the answer to all your questions and I am damn sure when you will
be back home and watch your parents waiting for you, you will hug them with
tears in your eyes realizing their value. You will thank god for giving you
such a lovely parents. You will feel blessed of not being an orphan!</div>
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Here are some tips to keep your
parents happy, I hope it helps you too :</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->1.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->Say them sorry, when they shout at you even if
it’s not your fault.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->2.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->Say ‘I LOVE YOU’ to them at least once in a day.
It will be best, if you say them in morning this will make their day start with
smile.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->3.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->Try to avoid things they dislike.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->4.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->When they are sad, make a handmade card. They
will love your efforts just to bring one smile back on their face.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->5.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->Respect Respect Respect Respect Respect Respect
them in front of others but with heart. No fake respect please!</div>
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Keep Smiling.</div>
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Lets Learn Linuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06815915477529387100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018198816355710826.post-42002727502503656022013-09-20T02:38:00.002-07:002013-09-20T02:38:54.659-07:00Rape Rape Rape! This word is itself raping me..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Rape in east,<br />
Rape in west.<br />
Rape in north,<br />
Rape in south.<br />
Is there any safe place for me to stay away from rape?<br />
When i watch news channel,<br />
i see breaking news of a girl being raped.<br />
When i turn the pages of a newspaper,<br />
I read the headlines of a girl being raped.<br />
When i walk on the road,<br />
I hear people discussing about rape.<br />
When i open my fb and twitter,<br />
i see the tweets and status of ministers for their own benefit, fighting against rape.<br />
Rape Rape Rape!<br />
I am getting sick of this word.<br />
Rape Rape Rape!<br />
I am dying from inside hearing this word.<br />
Rape Rape Rape!<br />
This word is irritating me.<br />
Rape Rape Rape!<br />
This word is itself raping me.<br />
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