<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181444411749831818</id><updated>2024-10-25T09:24:28.986+05:45</updated><title type='text'>Arjun Tamu&#39;s Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to portrayed pages of my life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arjuntamu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181444411749831818/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arjuntamu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arjun Tamu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936449446916652395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh84zqPhK0Ed-98ZcG4JWPUEP01TNOYzozzE932I-CxBdUXL6zGwjdNEsgfAQinXsmIyUlq8ainpNuzQvzGu0XTPGmK4Bu982iBZjtQlMpoIPFZIq1idpDcjC_RwGx3g/s220/10513327_844561125561550_4190591497556910104_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181444411749831818.post-3129166607811407155</id><published>2018-02-12T12:27:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2018-02-12T12:27:48.798+05:45</updated><title type='text'>I am gonna miss my college days!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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It was great experience being here…. Two years…. And I learnt many things…. Now when I look back I feel…. the changes… It’s the similar feeling I had when I passed SLC two years back… how time changes and how life keeps on moving without a pause…. People come… People go…. We laughed.. We cried…. Some really low moments…. Some really high…. Life is so beautiful in its own way…. &lt;br /&gt;
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In my last 2 years of plus two I met many people…. I was attached to many…. And worked and enjoyed with everybody I came across…. I discovered a different me…. More self centered, bad and self indulged me… And I improved as well in terms of public speaking, anchoring, organizing and so on…&lt;br /&gt;
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If anyday GOD appears and give a special power to me.. I wouldn&#39;t ask for a Beautiful house.. I neither ask for beautiful girl.. Nor i would ask for a pleasure life.. I would just ask him if i could live my past once again.. I wanna go through those awesome days once again.. i wanna live those moments again..really!!&lt;br /&gt;
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These two years of my life were really good… I know what I have learnt….. I can sense the changes in me… I met some really great people…. I would not name all of them here but yes my marketing professor late. Professor S.K. Jaimini had a great impact on me…. I still miss his presence every time I achieve something…. :-(&lt;br /&gt;
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I would love to mention the names of people who were always there for me… whether we talk daily or not and those who were always there for me as a life supporting system…. But I’ll not because I don’t wanna hurt anybody my skipping their name by mistake… And i believe, those who are special for me know this and understand this….&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel that I am kinda detached soul…. But still I miss people from my past…. Places… time… memories… tears and smiles…. I can relate to everything I left behind…. And touch wood I feel blessed because whenever I look back I find my people standing there for me… :-) &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I am going to start with my professional life… I just wish all my friends and acquaintances all the best for their future endeavors… I hope to stay connected with you all…. God Bless you….&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, I heartly thank God for 19 years of life, down here on this planet earth. I&#39;m really happy to be among the light of the living. Today is the day that God made me; and breathe the  sweet breath of life into my nostrils. My life of 19 years is a priceless and commodity and a rare find. 19 years before at the same time, I was born at 11:00 o&#39;clock P.M. to my parents. I am the first born child and son, first born grand son, and first born cousin. It&#39;s indeed a blessing to hold so many titles in one family tree. I&#39;m happy to say God has blessed me to 19; &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m  older, wiser and I&#39;m happy about it. Once a little old  Lady told me; to be thankful for each birthday and pray that they keep on coming. You know the bible also say that a living dog is better than a dead lion, because as long as there&#39;s life; there&#39;s hope for tomorrow. So, I celebrate my 19 years of life down here on earth by praising and than king almighty God  in heaven. I thanks God for one more year and pray and hope there will be another one next year of my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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My praises goes to my GOD because he&#39;s my faith when mines get weak; My praises goes to my DAD because he is the captain of my life; My praises goes to my MOM because she feeds me, when I&#39;m hungry; My praises goes to my sisters because they are my strength when I&#39;m weak; My praises goes to my friends because they are my victory over all my enemies and a source of confidence; My praises goes to my society because its my water, when I&#39;m thirsty... What all this adds up too, is my everything. &lt;/div&gt;
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There are you people so am i. Without you people my life wouldnt be as beautiful as it is. Thanks for being apart of my life...!!&lt;/div&gt;
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These moments meant a lot to me which cherish mah heart. But now, all i can say is, it just seems a beautiful story once upon a time which badly pinches me today since those moments are now gone leaving behind only sweet memories....&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a month before SLC exam when all of us with heavy hearts bade each other the saddest good-bye. On 12th chaitra with different expressions of excitement and nervousness, we met each other and took SLC exam in the best way we could. Day by day our studious time were about to end up. It was finally over on 20th chaitra. We took memorable photographs with friends and went back to home pilling up the memories collected with friends within these school days. I feel as if it was just yesterday, a boy(me) with a tiny water bottle around his entered the school has already crossed the iron gate.&lt;/div&gt;
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Time is really a flowing river with its endless flow. The entire riches of this world can&#39;t buy a minute lost. So,wasting the precious time is no smart deed. Now i am reading in OXFORD COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING, gaidakot-2, nawalparasi. It somehow tries to make me feel as if i am in mah own school but still checking homework, nails and other strict activities are missing.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am curious to know where are mah school friends now??? and what might be they doing right now??? I am really missing my GLOOMYGUYS yar. How i wish i could be there with you guys!!!  Chatting, joking, laughing and doing lots of fun with you people but its just an imagination now!!! We are shit enough that we couldn&#39;t simply manage a get together party or reunion party also after our school days. Lets hope we could do that in future.... &lt;/div&gt;
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Mah school days are so unforgettable to me that it has even the power to melt the hardest of rocks. Untill i breathe mah last breathe,I&#39;ll never stop needling those cute days. Anyways,one great figure has said,&quot;THE HISTORY REPEATS!&quot;. So lets hope for the best, Missing you guys alot.........!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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New Year is the time to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the coming year. It is the time to forget and get past memories  that are no longer  useful or worth  pondering upon. It is the time for new beginnings and new starts in life. New Year has a message for each one of us. One  should let go of the past that has bad memories and accept what has happened, has happened for some reason. Instead of clinging onto your past and things that have gone, it is better to let go.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is an old saying that goes, &quot;Don&#39;t cry because it is over, smile because it happened&quot;. This essentially means that there is no  use crying over spilt milk. You  cannot turn back time and do things that would benefit you. Accept that some days you are the pigeon and  some days you are the statue.&lt;/div&gt;
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New year is the time of new beginnings. It is time to start afresh and do things that would make someone else smile. Make a pledge to make at least one person happy. You will see the difference it can make in both your lives. The essential message of New Year is let go off the past and embrace life as it comes to you. You will be happier and merrier that way. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2068 to each and every NEPALESE living inside and outside NEPAL! Have a promising and stunning new year!!&lt;/div&gt;
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