tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63228585394416775422024-02-19T14:25:00.209+05:30Life is too GoodArvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-58216286782828941132012-01-03T13:02:00.003+05:302012-01-04T00:20:07.229+05:30Never say Never : This year's resolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">And now we entered in 2012, a new year. Someone might think that 1st January is just another day, what is the need to celebrate?<br />
In his own thinking he might be correct but just think this way, We need to refuel ourselves in order to work properly; We need to feel something new to keep our hope up, We need to believe that anything wrong happened in the past will not repeat in future; We need to give ourselves a second chance that Yeah! I can do it this year; We can make resolutions to make ourselves better personalities; We can surely believe that this year will bring us joy and success; We can hope.<br />
And yeah! this is the reason why 1st January is so important.<br />
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I'm not sure, exactly why did I write such a lengthy poem? Actually I wrote this poem in several parts in several forms of poetry. But yes I do know the reason why I started writing it. I was actually worried about some of my closed ones, who were feeling so low that they were not able to think the right way. By low, I mean<i> "Negative". </i>What I learned from life is, come what may never lose your hope, never lose your smile for some unworthy doubts, never lose your cool for some unworthy calamities. Just stand still and face the challenges, face them bravely. I'm not sure if many of you will like this poem, though if you like it please pass this message and pat the back of your loved ones, who are feeling low too.<br />
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Lets hope, in this year we won't look back; we won't lose our hopes and we won't quit fighting back our "little" problems.<br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><i>She said there is no more hope now,<br />
I kept asking myself she is saying this, but how?<br />
I always laugh for a single ray of hope<br />
But she negates me saying now she can't cope</i></div><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">All the way long, I looked into the past</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Who am I? Till when am I gonna last?</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">And then something struck me so hard</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Do good, be positive and be the same bard</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">Why are you serious? Why can you not smile?</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">Reasons can keep pushing on already high pile.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">Its your vision how you look around</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">Don't bury yourself under the stressful mound</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Just look around again, a lot of flowers out there</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">They are all for you, nature certainly is a wonderful player</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">It provided us with all the things that we might need</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Now its upto us what we do and how we lead?</span><br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQSEiIru4fg/TvZVXWn1XeI/AAAAAAAADFc/Ug0QGbMYw1k/s1600/4561847823_6fc1cfbf09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="color: #660000;">Don't let yourself down anytime</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Actually I don't know how to rhyme</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Trust yourself, keep your hope up</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">You'll see soon success in your cup [:D]</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Why to worry? Why to fear and Why to blame?</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">But don't give excuses that are actually lame</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Sun sets daily, but we wait till the dawn</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">This is the hope, otherwise everything will be gone</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Never give up, keep doing your task</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">You got the talent buddy, why can't you bask?</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">Now get up and never look back</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">There is nothing you ever lack</span><br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrmVW4nu27E/TvZSc-Q0nZI/AAAAAAAADEU/6i0QURbT41w/s1600/4406928231_698111b91c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="color: #274e13;">Even you are inferior, why to worry and why to shout?</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Nothing is impossible, you can easily work it out.</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Never fear of hard work, never fear of physical pain</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Improve yourself,its said "if no pain then no gain"</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Things might go wrong, you might still lose</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Hope must never die, you ain't any goose</span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Even your dreams seem to be fade</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">Never give up the fight</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">You won't ever lose</span><br />
<span style="color: #7f6000;">Just hang on tight</span><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQiI5JW1hDE/TvZThNE6PlI/AAAAAAAADFE/ry0QAKuKkq8/s1600/4469116044_7203f696cb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="color: #073763;">Never give up on you buddy</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">Never forget who you are</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">There is nothing you can't do</span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">you're a shining star</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">You are a king within yourself</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">And a "will" that can never be broken</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">Your "will" can't be defeated anyhow</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;">This much I know for the angels in Heaven have spoken</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Life is complex</span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;">Never happens anything assumed</span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;">No one knows who is next</span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;">in the line to be doomed</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Remember you’ll survive whatever life brings</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">And your spirit will shine so bright</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">Cause hard work is its key</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">And hope is tower of the light</span><br />
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<i style="color: #274e13;">Even in the worst condition,<br />
There isn't a lot you can do<br />
to change the scene, to change the pain<br />
You can do a little <br />
and a little at a time <br />
eventually makes a big difference</i></div></div><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">p.s. - This poem might bore you, but I want you to take the essence and that is "Never Give Up, Keep smiling and Don't afraid of hard work"</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Picture Courtesy : Google & Flickr</span><br />
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<img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85807/avast/af02befddcefa211b56689f8d08973cf.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-75655624806778115012011-12-21T10:21:00.000+05:302011-12-31T05:49:32.171+05:30Making "The Day"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="color: #660000;"></div><span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #783f04;">A compliment to sweeper, who just made the floor shine, will surely make his day. Just few words from heart "</span><i style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Chamka diya apne to ise! Mast!</i><span style="color: #783f04;">"</span></span><br />
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<span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;">A compliment to the gardener, who planted some beautiful flower plants a few weeks ago and whose hard work turned out in form of beauty of colorful roses, will surely make his day. Just few words from heart "</span><i style="color: #660000; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Badhiya gulab lagaye hain bhaiya!</i><span style="color: #660000;">"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"> A compliment to garbage collector from the street, who just cleaned your surroundings, will surely make his day. Just few words from heart "</span><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Achcha kam kiya bhaiya!</span><span style="color: #0c343d;">"</span><br style="color: #7f6000;" /><span style="color: #7f6000;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">An applause when someone shows an act of honesty; being not active for the act would have benefited that person, yet he did it. Just few words from heart "</span><i style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Thank you! Just be the same forever! You are a true human being.</span></i><span style="color: #274e13;">" We should follow such persons, who are really honest.</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></span><br />
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<span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #073763;">A comment to your student, who could not do good in his exams, will surely make his day. Just few words from heart "</span><i style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Koi nai, exams to chalte rahte hain, agli bar aur achche se mehnat karna</span></i><span style="color: #073763;">." This will encourage him, not to worry about the past but to eye for a bigger goal in future.</span><br style="color: #073763;" /><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><br style="color: #7f6000;" /><span style="color: #7f6000;"> For a person, support from a fellow, when he is fumbled in his presentation, will surely make his day. Just few words from heart "</span><i style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Hang on buddy! Have confidence in yourself.</i><span style="color: #7f6000;">" (I witnessed this happening with me and some other friends too.)</span><br style="color: #20124d;" /><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;"> A compliment to a social activist, going to start his new project, will surely make his day. Just few words from heart "</span><i style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Badhiya hai! Tum aage badho, hum tumhare sath hain.</i><span style="color: #4c1130;">"</span><br style="color: #4c1130;" /><span style="color: #4c1130;"> </span></span><br />
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<span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;">There can be a lot more examples from our daily life, which many times we don't even care and life just goes on & on. We must think "Where are we leading to?"</span><br />
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<span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;">Many times people just say "<i>This is their duty. They are doing this because they have to do</i>", but the point is "<i>Are they doing enthusiastically?</i>" or "<i>Just doing their job because they have to do it.</i>" Everybody needs some amount of pampering, sometimes a single line will do. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;"><span id="goog_2030607436"></span><span id="goog_2030607437"></span><br />
All the above said statements can be exchanged among any kind of persons, irrespective of their social status. Its a moral support. You need not to move your big body but tongue; your words will be more effective than anything else. Even many times a smile will do.<br />
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In this fast forward life, we have forgotten all the emotions. We are forgetting all our social duties. We are human after all, we need to learn to encourage the people around us to make this society a better place to live.<br />
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These were only few examples of possible conversation among "Human beings", there occur a lot of moments where you can show some gratitude or respect. Somehow these are "Gratitude from human to human", "Applause from a human to another", "Respect from one human being to other one". What is the big deal?<br />
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Just few words from heart can be magical.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;"><br />
Any person can be on other side of table so quickly, please think through that once "How much these compliments will matter to you after you are on the opposite end". <br />
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In true sense, this is life- "Sharing your feelings, showing some gratitude, receiving respect for your generous acts, in total "Being Human"."</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;"><br />
<span style="color: red;">Can't we stop suicides, that occur due to mental frustration? Can't we remove stress from our fellow passenger's life? Actually we are losing the actual meaning of life. We need to wake up now, Why can't we spend sometime in clapping for others? Why can't we pat someone's back? Why can't we bear someone's progress? Can't we share few good words? Can't we pass a happy smile to others? On a serious note, we must learn before it all turn to debris.</span></span><br />
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<span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;">p.s. - "Few compliments/comments on the post by a blogger, who writes from his heart, will surely make his day [:D][:D]" (you know what I meant!)</span><br />
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p.p.s. - This post is inspired after I co-related my wishes to gardener who planted a lot of beautiful roses of different colors in our hostel, though a government body and "Jadu ki Jhappi by Sanjay Dutt to a sweeper in film - <i>Munna Bhai M.B.B.S.</i>"<br />
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<span class="”fullpost”" style="font-size: small;">p.p.p.s. - I'm in learning phase of English, so please let me know about any blunder I've made in any of the post. </span></div></div><br />
<img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85807/avast/af02befddcefa211b56689f8d08973cf.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-51322271444431136482011-12-15T02:39:00.000+05:302011-12-27T20:47:37.084+05:30A Labyrinth called LIFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hey people!! here comes my first post..the content of the post was written some time back...with me was my sombre mood, a pile of my failed efforts, fear of disappointing some important people in my life...so it flowed out instantaneously and effortlessly out of my perplexed thoughts...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wish life could turn out the way I wanted</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">at every step it could show me what I had already foreseen...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">but then life questioned me..how I could be so mean</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">and not let my soul experience the adventure of the unseen...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I told life I get bored of you so fast..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">everyday I want to celebrate a brand new success..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">everyday I want to have a new blast.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">life retorted back...I am worried how long will you actually last.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I told life I didn't accept the way it hit me on the face </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">when i thought the world was mine..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">life said it wanted to teach me patience</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">and the fact that eventually everything falls in line.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I asked life why it created for someone inexplicable love in my heart </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">when the thought of parting felt like a piercing dart.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">when the day he is not mine..I feel like the end of this world divine..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">life said all answers I cant give you.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">what you say might be absolutely true..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">but let some mysteries remain..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">or God's purpose of creating the world would be in vain....</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Finally I could attend IndiBlogger meet @ Delhi, apart from few facts like "Delhi is 200 miles from my city" and my father asked me not go as this "reading and writing" is not suitable for my age. :) Ofcourse he is worried "Beta faltu ke kaamo mein na pad jaye" :D</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I reached Connaught Place before scheduled time of meet, around 12:45 PM after 5 hours of journey and found out that Jantar Mantar is in front of The Park Hotel, where a symbolic strike and a debate on Lokpal was organized by Team Anna. I bought an Anna Topi and get my cheek painted in Tri Color, wandered around Jantar Mantar for some time and then finally reached my destination.</span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The ambiance was mind boggling. I was pretty excited to meet all the faces behind those legendary words, which I read daily. So the blogger meet started with a presentation from HP and then there was 30 seconds introduction by every blogger. There were almost 200 of bloggers.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before moving on, let me tell you one incident on facebook, after I posted that I'll be attending the IndiBlogger meet:</span></span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My Status:</span> <i>"This Sunday @ IndiBlogger Meet at The Park, Connaught Place, New Delhi"</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My Friends' Comments:</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">1: "Sare zeher ka badla liya jaega wahaan is bar"</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">2: "Free ka khana khane ja rahe ho"</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">3: "Bahut dasa hai hame ab fasega wahaan jakar"</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">4: "Dasai ki machine" </span></i></div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">[FYI- In my college, there is little low tradition of writing and specially when you talk about Philosophy, it is called <i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Dasai"</i> as no one is interested in that and from <i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Dasai"</i> comes the <i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Zeher"</i>] </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But I was not scared at all as I knew <i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Mujhse bhi bade dassu aaenge wahaan to :P" [Don't mind :D :)]</i> </span></span><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now back to IndiBlogger Meet, after introduction session, which was really enjoying as we get to know about each other, there was a treasure hunt. We needed to scan QR codes and find out the chits with #HPOriginals Tag. Unfortunately our team was sitting on back rows and most of the chits were placed in front rows, so we didn't win out of 5 teams. Doesn't matter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now comes the tasty part, High Tea/Coffee :)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Let me enlist the menu :P :P [Many of my friends asked about this :D :D] [My father asked <i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Kuch diya bhi ya sookha sookha chhod diya"</i>]</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tea/Coffee + Awesomely tasty Cookies</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Chholey Bhatoore, Pakodi, Fruit Pastries, Maxican Pudding, Sandwich</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Haaaha! I listed all the items, somehow I represented UPwalas here. :D</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After that we were provided with a chart and we needed to place them on our back and get comments from fellow bloggers. Yeeeeaaah I got many:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"The philosopher blogger is here, Arvind Rock :)"</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Loved the tattoo and your smile!" </i> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Enjoy the life, it rox!"</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Nice meeting an Anna fan blogger."</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Nice coincidence to bump into you, keep posting"</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Sweet, shy - Pleasure to have met you" </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And many more :)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And now the final session of debate on "Censorship of Internet" was awesome and it went out the best, it could ever be. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And after departing, I realized "<i style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Yeaah! It was worth traveling 200 miles</i>"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I returned from this meet after learning a lot from other bloggers, specially how to express yourself in your own way without any fear and hesitation. I returned from this meet with a lot of new friends and I hope I'll stay in touch.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Please find the photo album of IndiBlogger's Meet as in following slide show, you can also view these pics in the picasa photo album, mentioned in the slide show.</span></span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't ever let any such thing happen to you. Just see around you, Life moves on. Sometimes bad things happen, very bad things, that is time for you to trust yourself, your capabilities since Good is always there somewhere also. Any day is full of experiences, just learn from them.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now its upto you what you wanna pick, there are all types of possibilities in this world. You can either say "<b><strike>Glass is half empty</strike></b>" or you can emphasize on "<b>Glass is half full</b>". Before making up your mind and just think for atleast once, is it worth giving away all your energy to one doubt? Is it worth to give away all your enthusiasm to one damn irrelevant question?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let your Glass always half full.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">So what does Evil say [his words are precise and will not confuse you in any sense] "If that person does not care then why do you, come on! come on! take it"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">And now the Angel one starts murmuring in its defense "You are not the real owner, this thing does not belong to you. Don't touch it!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Evil insists and give a logic - "Now-a-days no one cares about anyone else, if you were the owner it would have gone by now, go on pick it up you fool. If you won't, then some one else would."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Angel now touches a nerve - "You would be sad if your precious thing had lost in such a way, so don't do such thing which you don't expect for yourself, so don't take it."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">And it goes on, now you need to decide which side you want to be on and somehow it matters how early you choose your side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">So the very first thought matters a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">What I stated as Evil might not be the "Evil" in many cases and hence it makes the differences.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Somehow even if you don't pick that object yet the time taken in deciding matters. Many times your actions are not everything that represents you, self satisfaction matters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">In last four months a lot of things happened, while I was away from my blog. I got placed in "Adobe Systems India". Stayed at home for a lot more days than anytime in last six years. Things got changed really fast. Brand new dreams. "Aj main upar" kind of songs always in mind :D. Ultimately its an awesome feeling when you know that you need not to worry after your college for any job, future is secure kind of thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">So here I'm back on my blog, I hope I'll share my experiences of these four special months and who knows it may turn out to be ray of hope for someone or bad joke for others or an opportunity to express feelings for someone else. In total, it all needs to be expressed. Life is full of surprises.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Wish you all a happy life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">p.s. I got a new signature tag line for my e-mail and it states "Be curious! To life!"</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So you knew my heart was beating for you,</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Still you just passed by,</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crushed my feelings, broke my dreams</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">and left me to cry.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The moments the golden ones,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">we spent holding hand,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">a tide came in life and ,</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">swept it like it all made of sand.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What should I do now,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">when you are gone,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">where to start from,</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can't move on</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I still remember </span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">the first sight of you</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">wondered to see what GOD created </span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">stunned standing not a single clue</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">the decency the innocency</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">the glittering golden shade</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">that hypnotic smile </span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">never meant to be fade</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You had so much gadgets,</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I only had you.</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">you are still the rose and </span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm the wiped dew</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You used to tell</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">you won't leave me alone,</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">what have you done now,</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">were then child and now you are grown!!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">pillow is drenched in the water,</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">flooding from my eyes.</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">what have you done to me,</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">there can never be such demise.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">So you knew I can't live alone,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Still you just passed by,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Crushed my feelings, broke my dreams</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">and left me to cry.</span></i><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">From last few days this thought kept me busy. Actually it all started from a song of Salaman Khan's new movie. I was stunned Is there really a lust which results in love? I realized physical needs can never end up in satisfaction, they are just momentarily. I love you because I love you not because of your body structure. <br />
I came up with my conclusion: Love is always spiritual. Its beyond your physical needs. Yeah this is love. Yeah this The Love. I miss you..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Rahul Gandhi: "I feel ashamed to call myself an INDIAN after seeing what has happened here in UP".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">PLEASE DON'T BE ASHAMED OF U.P. YET</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Please don't be ashamed of Uttar Pradesh yet. Congress ruled the State for the Majority of the duration Pre Independence to Post Independence.. from 1939 to 1989 ( barring the Periods of Emergency.. Thanks to your Grand Mom Indira G. and a couple of transitional Governments)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">8 out of the total 14 Prime Ministers of India have been from UP, 6 out of those 8 have been from Congress...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I think your party had more than half a century and half a Dozen PM's to build a State...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Reason Mulayam Singh, subsequently came to Power is because your party wasn't exactly Gandhian in their dealings in the State.. So May be If you look at in totality the present chaos in UP is the outcome of the glorious leadership displayed by Congress in UP for about 50 years!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So Please don't feel ashamed as yet Dear Rahul.. For Mayawati is only using the Land Acquisition Bill which your party had itself used to LOOT the Farmers many times in the Past! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">WHY DIDN'T YOUR PARTY CHANGE THE BILL WHEN IT WAS IN POWER FOR SO LONG? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Not that I Endorse what Mayawati is doing.. What Mayawati is doing is Unacceptable..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But the past actions of your party and your recent comments, puts a question mark on your INTENT and CONSISTENCY. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>YOU REALLY WANT TO FEEL ASHAMED</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But don't be disappointed, I would give you ample reasons to feel ashamed... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You really want to feel Ashamed..?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">First Ask Pranav Mukherjee, Why isn't he giving the details of the account holders in the Swiss Banks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ask your Mother, Who is impeding the Investigation against Hasan Ali?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ask her, Who got 60% Kickbacks in the 2G Scam ?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Kalamdi is accused of a Few hundred Crores, Who Pocketed the Rest in the Common Wealth Games? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ask Praful Patel what he did to the Indian Airlines? Why did Air India let go of the Profitable Routes ? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Why should the Tax Payer pay for the Air India losses, when you intend to eventually DIVEST IT ANYWAY!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Also, You People can't run an Airline Properly. How can we expect you to run the Nation?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ask Manmohan Singh. Why/What kept him quiet for so long?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Are Kalmadi and A Raja are Scapegoats to save Big Names like Harshad Mehta was in the 1992 Stock Market Scandal ?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Who let the BHOPAL GAS TRAGEDY Accused go Scot Free? ( 20,000 People died in that Tragedy)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Who ordered the State Sponsored Massacre of SIKHS in 84?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Please read more about, How Indira Gandhi pushed the Nation Under Emergency in 76-77, after the HC declared her election to Lok Sabha Void!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">(I bet She had utmost respect for DEMOCRACY and JUDICIARY and FREE PRESS)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I guess you know the answers already. So My question is, Why the Double Standards in Judging Mayawati and members of your Family and Party?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I condemn Mayawati. But Is She the only one you feel Ashamed for?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">What about the ones close to you? For their contribution to the Nation's Misery is beyond comparison.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You talk about the Land being taken away from the Farmers. How many Suicides have happened under your Parties Rule in Vidarbha ? Does that Not Ashame You ?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Your Party gave those Farmers a 72,000 Crore Loan Waiver. Which didn't even reach the Farmers by the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, Why don't you focus on implementing the policies which your govt. has undertaken, instead of earning brownie points by trying to manufacture consent by bombarding us with pictures of having food with Poor Villagers....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You want to feel ashamed. You can feel ashamed for your Party taking CREDIT for DEBITING the Public Money (72,000 crores) from the Government Coffers and literally Wasting it...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You want to feel ashamed.. Feel ashamed for that...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>WHY ONLY HIGHLIGHT THIS ARREST?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Dear Rahul, to refresh your memory, you were arrested/detained by the FBI the BOSTON Airport in September 2001.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You were carrying with you $ 1,60,000 in Cash. You couldn't explain why you were carrying so much Cash.<br />
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Incidentally He was with his Columbian girlfriend Veronique Cartelli, ALLEGEDLY, the Daughter of Drug Mafia.<br />
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9 HOURS he was kept at the Airport. <br />
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Later then freed on the intervention of the then Prime Minister Mr.Vajpayee.. FBI filed an equivalent of an FIR in US and released him. <br />
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When FBI was asked to divulge the information, by Right/Freedom to Information Activists about the reasons Rahul was arrested ... FBI asked for a NO OBJECTION CERTIFICATE from Rahul Gandhi. <br />
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So Subramaniyam Swami wrote a Letter to Rahul Gandhi, " If you have NOTHING to HIDE, Give us the Permission" </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">HE NEVER REPLIED! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Why did that arrest not make Headlines Rahul? You could have gone to the Media and told, "I am ashamed to call myself an INDIAN?". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Or is it that, you only do like to highlight Symbolic Arrests (like in UP) and not Actual Arrests ( In BOSTON) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">In any case, you want to feel ashamed, Read Along... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>YOUR MOTHER'S SO CALLED SACRIFICE OF GIVING UP PRIME MINISTER SHIP in 2004.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">According to a Provision in the Citizenship Act.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Now Since you can't become a PM in Italy, Unless you are born there.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Man who Exposed the 2G Scam) sent a letter to the PRESIDENT OF INDIA bringing the same to his Notice. [READ LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT IN ANNEXURE -3]</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>PRESIDENT OF INDIA sent a letter to Sonia Gandhi to this effect, 3:30 PM, May 17th, 2004.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Swearing Ceremony was scheduled for 5 PM the same Day.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manmohan Singh was brought in the Picture at the last moment to Save Face!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rest of the SACRIFICE DRAMA which she choreographed was an EYE WASH!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Infact Sonia Gandhi had sent, 340 letters, each signed by different MP to the PRESIDENT KALAM, supporting her candidacy for PM</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>One of those letters read, I Sonia Gandhi, elected Member from Rai Bareli, hereby propose Sonia Gandhi as Prime Minister.<br />
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So SHE was Pretty INTERESTED! Until She came to know the Facts!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>So She didn't make any Sacrifice, It so happens that SONIA GANDHI couldn't have become the PM of INDIA that time.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You could be Ashamed about that Dear Rahul!! One Credential Sonia G had, Even that was a HOAX!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>THINK ABOUT YOURSELF.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You go to Harvard on Donation Quota. ( Hindujas Gave HARVARD 11 million dollars the same year, when Rajiv Gandhi was in Power)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Then you are expelled in 3 Months/ You Dropped out in 3 Months.... ( Sadly Manmohan Singh wasn't the Dean of Harvard that time, else you might have had a chance... Too Bad, there is only one Manmohan Singh!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Some Accounts say, You had to Drop out because of Rajiv Gandhi's Assassination. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">May be, But Then Why did you go about lying about being Masters in Economics from Harvard .. before finally taking it off your Resume upon questioning by Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Gentlemen who exposed the 2G Scam)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">At St. Stephens.. You Fail the Hindi Exam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And you are representing the Biggest Hindi Speaking State of the Country?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sonia G gave a sworn affidavit as a Candidate that She Studied English at University of Cambridge</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>According to Cambridge University, there is no such Student EVER! [ SEE ANNEXURE -7_39]</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Upon a Case by Dr. Subramaniyam Swami filed against her,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">She subsequently dropped the CAMBRIDGE CREDENTIAL from her Affidavit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sonia Gandhi didn't even pass High School. She is just 5th class Pass!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You Fake your Educational Degree, Your Mother Fakes her Educational Degree. <br />
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And then you go out saying, " We want Educated Youth into Politics!"</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Letters sent by Dr. Swami to EC and then Speaker of Lok Sabha are in ANNEXURE 7_36 &7_35 RESPECTIVELY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Contrast that with Gandhi Ji , who went to South Africa, Became a Barrister, on Merit, Left all that to work for South Africa, then for the Country....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">WHY LIE ABOUT EDUCATIONAL CREDENTIALS?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Not that Education is a Prerequisite for being a great Leader, but then you shouldn't have lied about your qualifications!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You could feel a little ashamed about Lying about your Educational Qualifications. You had your reasons I know, Because in India, WE RESPECT EDUCATION!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But who cares about Education, When you are a Youth Icon!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You traveled in the Local Train for the first time at the Age of 38.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You went to some Villages as a part of Election Campaign.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And You won a Youth Icon!! ... That's why You are my Youth Icon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>For 25 Million People travel by Train Everyday. You are the First Person to win a Youth Icon for boarding a Train. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Thousands of Postmen go to remotest of Villages. None of them have yet gotten a Youth Icon.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You were neither YOUNG Nor ICONIC!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Still You became a Youth Icon beating Iconic and Younger Contenders like RAHUL DRAVID.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Shakespeare said, What's in a Name?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Little did he knew, It's all in the Name, Especially the Surname!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">D<b>O YOU REALLY RESPECT GANDHI, OR IS IT JUST TO CASH IN ON THE GOODWILL OF MAHATMA? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Because the Name on your Passport is RAUL VINCI.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Not RAHUL GANDHI..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">May be if you wrote your Surname as Gandhi, you would have experienced, what Gandhi feels like, LITERALLY ( Pun Intended) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You People don't seem to use Gandhi much, except when you are fighting Elections.</b> ( There it makes complete sense).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Imagine fighting elections by the Name Raul Vinci...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">It feels sadly Ironic, Gandhi Ji, who inspired Icons like Nelson Mandela ,Martin Luther King Jr. and John Lennon, across the world, Couldn't inspire members of his party/ Nehru's Family, who only seem to use his Surname for the purposes of FIGHTING ELECTIONS and conveniently use a different name on their PASSPORT.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>You use the name GANDHI at will and then say, " Mujhe yeh YUVRAJ shabd Insulting lagta hai! Kyonki aaj Hindustan mein Democracy hai, aur is shabd ka koi matlab nahin hai! <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">YUVRAJ, Itna hi Insulting lagta hai, to lad lo RAUL VINCI ke Naam se!!! Jin Kisano ke saath photo khinchate ho woh bhi isliye entertain karte hain ki GANDHI ho.. RAUL VINCI bol ke Jao... Ghar mein nahin ghusaenge!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You could feel ashamed for your Double Standards.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>YOUTH INTO POLITICS.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Now You want Youth to Join Politics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I say First you Join Politics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Because you haven't Joined Politics. You have Joined a Family Business.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">First you Join Politics. Win an Election fighting as RAUL VINCI and Not Rahul Gandhi, then come and ask the youth and the Educated Brass for more involvement in Politics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Also till then, Please don't give me examples of Sachin Pilot and Milind Deora and Naveen Jindal as youth who have joined Politics..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">They are not Politicians. They Just happen to be Politicians.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Much Like Abhishek Bachchan and other Star Sons are not Actors. They just happen to be Actors (For Obvious Reasons)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, We would appreciate if you stop requesting the Youth to Join Politics till you establish your credentials...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Rahul Baba, Please understand, Your Father had a lot of money in your Family account ( in Swiss Bank) when he died.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">YOUR FAMILY just needs to NETWORK FOR A LIVING </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">If our Father had left thousands of Crores with us, We might consider doing the same..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">But we have to Work. Not just for ourselves. But also for you. So that we can pay 30% of our Income to the Govt. which can then be channelized to the Swiss Banks and your Personal Accounts under some Pseudo Names.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So Rahul, Please don't mind If the Youth doesn't Join Politics. We are doing our best to fund your Election Campaigns and your Chopper Trips to the Villages.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>NO WONDER YOU ARE NOT GANDHI'S. YOU ARE SO CALLED GANDHI'S!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You want to feel ashamed..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Feel Ashamed for what the First Family of Politics has been reduced to...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">A Money Laundering Enterprise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">NO WONDER YOU ARE NOT GANDHI'S BY BLOOD. GANDHI is an adopted Name. For Indira didn't marry Mahatma Gandhi's Son.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">For even if you had one GENE OF GANDHI JI in your DNA. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PLAGUED BY SUCH 'POVERTY OF AMBITION' ( Ambition of only EARNING MONEY) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You really want to feel Ashamed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Feel Ashamed for what you ' SO CALLED GANDHI'S' have done to MAHATMA'S Legacy..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I so wish GANDHI JI had Copyrighted his Name!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile, I would request Sonia Gandhi to change her name to $ONIA GANDHI, and you could replace the 'R' in RAHUL/RAUL by the New Rupee Symbol!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">RAUL VINCI : I am ashamed to call myself an Indian.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Even we are ashamed to call you so!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">P.S: Popular Media is either bought or blackmailed, controlled to Manufacture Consent!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My Guess is Social Media is still a Democratic Platform. (Now they are trying to put legislations to censor that too!!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Meanwhile, Let's ask these questions, for we deserve some Answers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">For we are all Gandhi's. For Bapu is the Father of the Nation!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">To know more, Try looking for Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI. He is the reason today 2G SCAM is being Investigated!!!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/n6HlUcr_YDA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6HlUcr_YDA&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6HlUcr_YDA&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/hj07aTnq5gs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/aZC8yp6reL0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div></div></div></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-45311596109298059172011-06-06T12:03:00.000+05:302011-06-06T12:03:39.216+05:30What success actually means<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I5N-6U8I61guqp9MmtdgFlYdFLgbHKnMrSI2te6ayR0JEKatYQ8Kbie5HRNJiUah_3ddAVd13GbE1TQ6mRp3CuEIu_Mn1ViGwlPo0I7V-uxszfXwBeVbn7DXfq-WW1427Z-dRL254Go/s1600/XNXMX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I5N-6U8I61guqp9MmtdgFlYdFLgbHKnMrSI2te6ayR0JEKatYQ8Kbie5HRNJiUah_3ddAVd13GbE1TQ6mRp3CuEIu_Mn1ViGwlPo0I7V-uxszfXwBeVbn7DXfq-WW1427Z-dRL254Go/s1600/XNXMX.jpg" /></a></div><span class="”fullpost”"></span></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-91803140308660287132011-06-05T22:50:00.007+05:302011-06-06T12:08:08.162+05:30Life is a little instruction book....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Today one of my friend, who generally have a serious, calm and mature look, tagged me in a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/pratyusha-yadav/lifes-lil-instruction-buk/190084954375194">Note</a> @ Facebook. I started with a boring mood as now its common in Facebook to have a tag in some random post. But I was fortunate that I started reading this note. After reading first few lines, it grabbed me in itself and I was just mesmerized. Kept on reading and finally completed it with several overwhelming lessons about Life. I always say that life is too good. I finally found that we should never search for the cause of any beautiful happening in our life, just enjoy it. Some of the points are funny but they have their impact in our daily life. Do read this in one go and think seriously with a cute smile and you know what? your smile is prettiest.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">At any point of time you can treat it as a questionnaire, you need to do nothing but give it a thoughtful shot.</span><br />
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</div><blockquote><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* If.... in a fight, hit first and hit hard</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Keep it simple</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Always accept an outstretched hand</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Be a good winner</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Give people a second chance, but not a third</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Sing in the shower</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*<b> Beware of the person who has nothing to lose</b>...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* When playing games with children, let them win</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Be romantic </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Begin each day with some of your favorite music</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Count your blessings</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Lend only those books you never care to see again</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Whistle</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Look people in the eye</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*<i><b> Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Be a good loser</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*<i><b> Keep secrets</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Have a firm handshake</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Avoid sarcastic remarks</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Become someone's DREAM</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Don't expect life to be fair</span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home</span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* <i><b>Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* <i><b>Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference....</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* <i><b>Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for YOUR convenience, not the caller'. </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* <i>L<b>oosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing</b></i><b><i> is as important as it first seems </i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">* Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div></div></div></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-53553803340534151542011-04-14T11:17:00.000+05:302011-04-14T11:17:01.727+05:30In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD READ THIS!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div>MARRIAGE<br />
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.<br />
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Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.<br />
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?<br />
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I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!<br />
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With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.<br />
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.<br />
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The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.<br />
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When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.<br />
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In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.<br />
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This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.<br />
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.<br />
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I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.<br />
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My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.<br />
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On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.<br />
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On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.<br />
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.<br />
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She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.<br />
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Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.<br />
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Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.<br />
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But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.<br />
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.<br />
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She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.<br />
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.<br />
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At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.<br />
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That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.<br />
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....<br />
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The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!<br />
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If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.<br />
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If you do, you just might save a marriage.<br />
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.</div></div></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-22721829778090767992011-03-29T13:25:00.000+05:302011-03-29T13:25:00.182+05:30Wo kahti hai suno jana......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm back on the eve of first anniversary of my blog. Its been a while I post my last blog yet I missed this place and now I'm back with an awesome video, its a must watch video for those who have loved someone truly, for those who wished someone to be in their life, for those who missed someone.</span></span><br />
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</div><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85807/avast/af02befddcefa211b56689f8d08973cf.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-46616244532855577982011-02-15T09:52:00.003+05:302011-02-15T09:59:48.992+05:30A question and The whole world.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">A world wide survey was conducted by the UN.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">The only question asked was:</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">'Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?'</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">The survey was a huge failure...</span></span></div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo"> </span></span><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant..</span></span></li>
<li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In Pakistan they didn't know what 'honest' meant..</span></span></li>
<li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant..</span></span></li>
<li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant..</span></span></li>
<li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant..</span></span></li>
<li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant..<br />
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<li><span class="z19Dle" id="col-z13esnlqbqbqvjrug22iv5k4jzmlufohu04"><span class="zo">In USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant..</span></span></li>
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now listening </div><hr style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mere Maula(Khakee)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;">Now see this stuff<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />This is taken from world’s tallest building “Burj Dubai” @ 2,620 ft / 801m!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;">Really amazing</div><div style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;">Look at the edge (uppermost right corner) of the picture, you can almost see the turn of the earth </div></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;">The persons who are working on the upper most Girders can almost feel the “ROTATION OF EARTH” …..</div><div style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;">Remarkable indeed !!</div></span></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-87672899962196472082011-02-13T11:41:00.001+05:302011-02-13T12:11:26.708+05:30Love is like a rubber band<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SnW7EfNBCPZ3a8HYN_u0M8NENQG7MeRz6Jkge8vXvxx21wJ5KHnMuLPFGPCHg3fdB5Q3Jf_zL8eR7TY7HJVEkE5S1YU-cTPEI_LwsFnrQ8hsmRuEgvsl2nHow79_WFyHaLWKymzH9gI/s1600/5412291169_e583152345_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SnW7EfNBCPZ3a8HYN_u0M8NENQG7MeRz6Jkge8vXvxx21wJ5KHnMuLPFGPCHg3fdB5Q3Jf_zL8eR7TY7HJVEkE5S1YU-cTPEI_LwsFnrQ8hsmRuEgvsl2nHow79_WFyHaLWKymzH9gI/s1600/5412291169_e583152345_o.jpg" /></a></div><span class="”fullpost”"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<hr style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now listening</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guzaarish (Guzaarish)(Repeating Track :-|)</span></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-60171581495814047532011-02-05T10:49:00.002+05:302011-02-06T03:49:57.700+05:30yummmmmm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="”fullpost”">My addiction to pastries. My addiction to taste [Indian Cuisine[Chaat][Sweet Dishes][Spices]]. Yesterday, somebody shared these images in Buzz and I just could not stop myself from licking my lips mmmmmmm...... My mouth watered yet I was unable to find a place to get such yummy pastries with cherry and all. But what can be better than re-share those images which stunned me, for me these are just breathtaking. </span></div><br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Water tap is just opened !!</span></span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Plate full of food, going to dustbin !!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Spitting in the corners !!</span></span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Eve-teasing, although a sister is at home !!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”" style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Electricity just being wasted !!</span></span><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Thieves at neighbors home !!</span></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Road accident, few persons are injured !!</span></span></div><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Election polling is going on in world's largest democracy !!</span></span></div><div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vehicle is polluting too much !!</span></span></div><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My thoughts might be limited and a lot to be explored for the same answer, but the list itself has sufficient to think about.</span></span><br />
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</div><hr /><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now Listening</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kahi to hogi wo (Jane tu ya jane na) | Pappu can't dance sala (Jane tu ya jane na)</span><br />
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<hr /><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now Playing</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mora Saiyaan(Safaqat Ali)</div></div><br />
<img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85807/avast/af02befddcefa211b56689f8d08973cf.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-43632765092959664452011-01-27T11:04:00.000+05:302011-01-29T13:23:01.465+05:30Day # 26 : yaar, dosti, dostana<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">What you think about your friends?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">They all are awesome.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Although I don't wanna take name here, but I love my friends. I trust 'em. They are just precious. Main thing about them is, they are sensitive of what I'm feeling, they know what will be my response, they do all the funny stuff, BASICALLY THEY UNDERSTAND ME.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm truly grateful to have them as my friends. Some names I've mentioned earlier.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've got a lot of friends, that is the thing make me feel special. All of them have a special place in my heart. I can share things with them, some of them suggest me through out the process.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Apart from above said good part, they all are too "<i>kaminey</i>". They never miss to get a chance of treat [anywhere in canteen, or any confectionery shop]. Sometimes I'm confused, many times I get so weird responses, but here I'm talking of friends, so that make sense. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just hoping to things all fine for future and happiness into our lives.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTF9P4KdTLoBjHl-95psC3AHytbpNZDqzn0OZO_U52WsgfqLAJIygfufTMh9-fNY1ggy3blK7aGJi8TlTAqoLlPganZWGzE8Wc2Bs4Wo4gS5aPxTTwnaKkBN_b2ERAs4l0uNknCaFQHE/s1600/38779_148328318514243_100000112278483_443306_4313671_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTF9P4KdTLoBjHl-95psC3AHytbpNZDqzn0OZO_U52WsgfqLAJIygfufTMh9-fNY1ggy3blK7aGJi8TlTAqoLlPganZWGzE8Wc2Bs4Wo4gS5aPxTTwnaKkBN_b2ERAs4l0uNknCaFQHE/s400/38779_148328318514243_100000112278483_443306_4313671_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div></div>Arvind Mohanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09421036756092622107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322858539441677542.post-36043605773475978592011-01-26T01:52:00.001+05:302011-01-29T02:00:34.677+05:30Day # 25 : Will you find anything??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;">What I would find in your bag?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sorry guys, I don't carry a bag now a days. Its engineering college life buddies, do you think that I would carry a bag?? Neither am I a female to carry some cosmetic items nor I am an official to take ID or any sort of file. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So no to this one [:P]</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="”fullpost”"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>[:P]</b></span> I deliberately<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">mean it. Engineers rocks <span style="font-size: large;"><b>\m/</b></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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