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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DRnc6eip7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717019637780851969</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:09:37.912-08:00</updated><category term="sharing" /><category term="education" /><category term="Enid Blyton" /><category term="UPTU engineers" /><category term="Relationships" /><category term="first salary" /><category term="God" /><category term="IPL" /><category term="confessing" /><category term="unwanted guests" /><category term="being upset" /><category term="spirituality" /><category term="bitching" /><category term="getting a job" /><category term="Life" /><category term="friendship" /><category term="Valentine's day" /><category term="patience" /><category term="century post" /><category term="your own city" /><category term="blogging" /><category term="love" /><category term="writing" /><category term="misunderstandings" /><category term="prayer" /><title>Being What I Always Wanted To Be.....</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is about just being myself as the title signifies. You are gonna find me an open book here with all the shades of life. I hope your visit to my little corner doesn't disappoint you and you enjoy being with me for a while...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://supriyagarg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://supriyagarg.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5717019637780851969/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>supriya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710736239095248419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvj1UTcltO4/Sy6B1wPuMoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vsDP9g2q89A/S220/me+in+black.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BeingWhatIAlwaysWantedToBe" /><feedburner:info uri="beingwhatialwayswantedtobe" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GSXYyeCp7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717019637780851969.post-9214736842496760970</id><published>2012-01-23T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:52:08.890-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T07:52:08.890-08:00</app:edited><title>DAY 173 (Life = Maze)</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life has made me lost my way "n" number of times. And&amp;nbsp;every-time&amp;nbsp;I could find a way out to the maze. No matter how much time it took me to solve the puzzle but I did make through. That confidence has kept me going since then.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I wonder how is it possible to be so many different paths to the same life. Or is it my hallucination? But no hallucinations and no disguises...life is right there..naked in front of you. The only challenge is to get to it...nothing more and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What..?&lt;br /&gt;
Why..?&lt;br /&gt;
When..?&lt;br /&gt;
Is it..?&lt;br /&gt;
Can it..?&lt;br /&gt;
..&lt;br /&gt;
All these are very&amp;nbsp;obvious&amp;nbsp;questions. I have seen people getting scared at the mere thought of these questions popping up in their mind. But there is nothing to fear till this. The fear actually should arrive when there pops up a "what to a what" or a "why to a why".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then is when you went deeper into the mess. That is when you &lt;i&gt;might &lt;/i&gt;get screwed. But then again for every level down there is always a level up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All you have to do is to lead your own way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PS- Trespassing not allowed! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-9214736842496760970?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are times when I get too itchy to know the truth. No matter even if I know that it is gonna hurt me...it might keep me thinking...but still the thought doesn't let me sleep till I settle down with an answer. Now thats a different fact that the answer makes me insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it gets too important to know where are you going? Is it making any difference? Has it changed anything? Does it matter to the other person with the same intensity? Have you been able to express yourself? Does the other person realises your love...your commitment towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then when you gather the courage to take a stand to know....and finally get the answer....this blogpost happens!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have always been an over-thinking kind of species. Someone who likes to see the nano-particles of the object too. Someone who goes in the nth dimension possible so that it is ensured that nothing is missed...nothing which could have been the {pessimistic} case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Either there should be just "anxiety to know" or "leaving it as it is whatever might be the answer".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a complex person like me...it is always "both". Initially I need to know and then I wish if I wouldn't have asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes its just a few sleepless nights...sometimes it gets to my nerves to improvise...to get it right...to get the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope I find a way out...coz tranquilizers need a prescription these days!&lt;br /&gt;
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That all gift-wraps me into a common person's box. But still...I like to be considered outstanding. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know days are never the same...neither are the moods. I know there is a thing called impulse. And I know that I am bad at handling it. Today I am just in the mood of being a part of all my flaws. Being with my drawbacks and giving myself a shoulder when everyone else's needs an explanation longer than this blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is not a single person in the entire universe who is 100% synced to another one. But everyone wants that tuning.&lt;br /&gt;
There is no such day of all the days of one's lifetime when you haven't done anything wrong. But everyone falls short of the imperfect moments when it comes to confession.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its not "the big confession day" for me either. But yes...there is one thing which I know....&lt;br /&gt;
Till the time I am with myself...I am alive, breathing, surviving, living...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
But when I try to rethink on it after few hours or maybe few days...I find out that there is always a reason behind such unknowing days. Reasons which are there in your unconscious mind but you are just not bothered to deal with it. And when you want to give them attention...they are lost in the web of your thoughts and you become a mystery to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might be anything...missing someone, getting an unexpected reaction from a close friend, failing in something you thought you would be able to do, just a bad weather....it really can be anything!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And ignoring it as soon as it pops up in your mind results in this-&lt;br /&gt;
You go crazy unreasonably.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And its even more irritating when people around you start behaving even more mysteriously. You are in a foul mood...they give you a worse one of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then you really wanna run out of everyone's sight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I think...is man really a social animal???&lt;br /&gt;
Probably HE is...&lt;br /&gt;
But women...&lt;br /&gt;
Women are surely not.. :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
So that forces the person being judged to get a chance of self-rating. And I got a similar chance. No matter what gets approved further...but here is my &lt;i&gt;"thing"&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
I believe that&lt;br /&gt;
Possessiveness&amp;nbsp;is just a virtue. Obsession becomes the character. What itches me is to GPS myself in between!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its okay to feel bad not to be&amp;nbsp;attended. Its okay to wish to get back what you desired to give. Its okay to be uneasy not to be in the tick-tock of the clock.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What gets judged is the reaction to these actions. But then its also okay not to like the judgment or the &lt;i&gt;"judges"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its just okay to be you and accepting yourself your own way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Intrusion &lt;/i&gt;is just injurious to health. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-1073150429676243064?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Well...that was confusing ...right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But on a serious front, I don't know how many of you have faced this weird crazy attitude inside yourself that you say &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no &lt;/i&gt;the moment you are told to say &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes &lt;/i&gt;for something. It doesn't matter at that moment what you actually wished for. What you thought was supposed to be done. Whether you wanted to do it in the first hand or not. But its just the obsession of saying NO at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For me, I never like being told! I prefer doing things anonymously and wanna save the trouble of getting any feedback over it. Probably it is because I do things from my heart. And for me they are done the best way they could have been done. And I don't like to send it for scrutiny for further examination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be it anything. Doing a minor household work or a major office task. Its just like I want to be my owner..my boss. If I ask myself to do something, then only my brain will function for it. Its like a voice encryption code attached to it. No one can "proxy" that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its probably a negative habit. A wrong attitude.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But... thats me! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-6354541694751461089?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
And then when I get to know what I have done...it becomes too late. But now I believe that its never "too late". Every stupidity has a solution. And every question has an answer. It just depends whether we wanna go for the solution/answer or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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The best way to deal with these situations...as per my experience...is to just deal with it. Sometimes what we do is..we choose to go with the flow without considering where is it flowing towards!&lt;br /&gt;
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And then is when we draw our crests and troughs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its easy to go with the flow maybe...but its better to shake your brain a little bit and think before flowing. Thats what is called "dealing with".&lt;br /&gt;
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Its harder to understand in theory probably but much easier to indulge yourself into.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just be patient and calm...rest will itself be taken care of..! :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
So the answer is NO. Neither have I lost my job nor has my routine turned to the "idle-state". Its just that when people tell you that they "miss" your writing, you get the zeal back again. Zeal to write and to manage time. Hobbies are something for which everyone takes out time anyhow. And this is much more than just a "hobby" to me. Those who have been reading my posts from Day 1 know that.&lt;br /&gt;
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So...I decided to &lt;i&gt;Be What I Always Wanted To Be&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with a little shorter breaks! :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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And it sounded and feeling real good to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember a time when I actually used to scribble whatever I felt like. I have this stupid diary (which I recently found out) when I used to write one-liner stupid stuff like.. "What does mummy think? I am stupid? I can't learn that simple equation. I will score the highest in that subject and then show her my report card" !&lt;br /&gt;
Gosh it was crazy and guess what...I was hardly 10 years old! :-P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well time flies by...! But memories don't. I still loved that "Subhadra Kumari Chauhan's" hindi poems book which my father gifted me in class 6th. I still like the craft work which I did in class 7th and got a B grade :-P&lt;br /&gt;
I still like to watch the songs like "Lakdi ki kathi"...and after finding out&amp;nbsp;all this... I get to believe that I am still me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwORs9157w/TtzjmbJTqSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WCNgJVP6F-w/s1600/ecstatic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WwORs9157w/TtzjmbJTqSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WCNgJVP6F-w/s1600/ecstatic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The little pleasures of life...the little assets. When you realise that they are still right by your side in your heart... it all this makes you ecstatic! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-2549932757103081940?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And now...knowledge gaining is just about what is required. It becomes a liability to be aware about things. Life is too busy to enjoy music, watch movies or if nothing...just lay idle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't compare the phases. Because the scenario is too difficult to recreate. But then...something has changed. Something has either upgraded/downgraded. But there has definitely been a change.&lt;br /&gt;
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At times, I wonder if this all means that I have changed. I do not realize when my habits overpower my&amp;nbsp;persona...and ... I am swapped!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All I feel is that small things create big differences at times. Differences which &lt;i&gt;should &lt;/i&gt;not differ us from the last time we understood ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rest of the life is just awesome! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-4681469961528710211?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I believe its a relative term. And erasing doesn't really describe it contrary to the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;
I have what I deserved. And I feel content with it. But the idea of &lt;i&gt;"What if"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;always allures me. My well-wishers doesn't really appreciate my &lt;i&gt;"greedy" &lt;/i&gt;notion but sometimes it just keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;
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You never know what you &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;desired...what you &lt;i&gt;actually &lt;/i&gt;wanted till the time you have lived a life over it. That doesn't mean that you got stuck somewhere. Its just that it was always a kind of trail. An invisible one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am sounding mysterious. But believe me...thats not the intention at all. It is how I am feeling. And its how I am able to express.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is that a crime?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-7230967776428170954?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
A call from a long-lost friend...&lt;br /&gt;
A long mail after a long time...&lt;br /&gt;
A friend teasing you over someone...&lt;br /&gt;
A totally unexpected surprise from someone who cares for you just too much...&lt;br /&gt;
.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are just so many of them!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But we all forget all this and remember the big things&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A promotion missed to get...&lt;br /&gt;
A fight with the parents...&lt;br /&gt;
A t-shirt for which there was not enough money in pockets...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And what not???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thats lame! But thats how we react. Thats how I react most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But life is beautiful. And its beautiful in its own way. Don't search the beauty in the obvious things. Because thats obvious that you are not gonna find it there. A step you take towards life, another step life takes towards you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF_1Lu9GdqQ/ToX-SWV6jQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/w6DQQONQr44/s1600/beauty_of_life_by_snow_des-d3dzpht.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF_1Lu9GdqQ/ToX-SWV6jQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/w6DQQONQr44/s1600/beauty_of_life_by_snow_des-d3dzpht.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But what people generally want is to just hang there and wait for life to move on. Thats not gonna happen. And that should not happen as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have to smile to get a smile back. You have to care to be cared. You have to love to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just be simple...you'll yourself be as sweet as ever! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-6401200234773457549?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Be alone and cry for a while ( I call it tears for rage)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Mess everything up ( which doesn't actually help much)&lt;br /&gt;
3. Take that frustration out on somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now the third method is the most unfair one, but it satisfies me to the core. It vents out everything. Everything which was clotted and everything which could have clotted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes, I don't get a victim to face it. And I feel so helpless...so handicapped! I remember a scene in this movie I saw lately &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guzaarish&lt;/i&gt;. There is a scene where Hrithik (being a total handicap) was lying on bed and was highly frustrated over something. There was a vase kept on a table in front of his bed and he wanted to smash it down to the floor. Just to vent out..! He asks Aishwarya to do that for him. But she refuses. Gosh...that&amp;nbsp;helplessness!!!! I could feel the same at so many moments of my life!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just want to smash that vase so hard....but I am so crippled to do that!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And if I asks someone else to do it for me....either the person is busy in his own frustrations or he is too ignorant. That ignorance and that busy-schedule takes away so much of my life. Life where I could have breathed, where I could have lived.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But no one understands that. I am probably typing this to vent out in a new way...a 4th way which hopefully should work out. But believe me....while typing this...I wanna tear apart each and every key of this keyboard because the formation of words and sequence of sentences isn't helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And no one understands that!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like any other feeling, a human can have this negative feeling of frustration as well. It is as normal as anything. And venting this feeling out can never ever be possible with creativity!!!! For god's sake...it has to be destructive in order to be crushed down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But until and unless its on you...you won't understand it. There always has to be a calm solution till the time someone else is involved!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And thats ridiculous!!! Highly ridiculous..!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Phewwwww.... x-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-8091161417936826002?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
But no!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you think alone...when you define in a multi-dimensional parameter...compromise is much bigger than all these. Its not just an adjustment or a discomfort or a mere deviation. Its killing your instincts and living someone else's life. A life where you say what the other person wants to hear. A routine where you convince yourself to do what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its also assumed that when someone else is doing it for you...its adjustment or a minor change for his/her own good. But when its you...it becomes a sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Does it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I believe if you are not habitual of lying to yourself...if you know that person who you see daily in the mirror...you would know. You would know whats happening. No matter what people say or claim. You know it inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its just that everytime its wrapped in a different kind of relationship. Mother-daughter, brother-sister, husband-wife ... and the list goes endless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But no matter whatever said and done...people will always differ from each other. And to match up those differences with the people whom you wanna relate to... "Compromise is the key"..!&lt;br /&gt;
So...all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-6430331127355492103?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Same happens when relationships meet&amp;nbsp;fantasies. When friendship meets promises. When expectations meet truth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We live in a real world...ohh no...wait a minute! We &lt;b&gt;BELIEVE &lt;/b&gt;that we live in a real world. But the truth is that even a glimpse of reality is hard to live. We live in comfort-zones. We live in fantasy. We live in coziness. We live in everything but reality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You meet someone. He looks sensible enough. And then you expect him to be always-sensible and righteous. You become friends with someone. He stands with you in a couple of bad times. And then you can't tolerate if he pointed out your mistake some day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And .... &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smasshhhh..! &lt;/i&gt;There it goes! There goes all the reality. Right beneath your thumping feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Goshhhh....true..! True that realities are damn real...! But I just wish they weren't!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sigh.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-3356737017319455088?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Someone said it right... a great day compensates a bad week. For me...it has happened so many times that when I am bugged up, disappointed, fed up and just on the verge of giving up, something amazing happens! Something that recharges me...gives me energy to fight back with smile on my face. Something that helps me to go on with &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy leaps &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hip hip hurrays&lt;/i&gt;!!! And then I see those who loved to see me cry...getting me irritated and spoiling my mood. Guess what do I find out..? On my every happy leap...they are &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;limping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with pain and agony!&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you guess what that feeling is called....??..&lt;br /&gt;
no..??&lt;br /&gt;
...It is.."Legen.."...wait for it..."daryyy"..!!! :)))))&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes its true that we should be happy for our victories and not others' failures... but if their failure means "no more tears" and "no more frowns" on my face..then why shouldn't I be happy?&lt;br /&gt;
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If someone's happiness is in my agony...their pain automatically becomes my smile... :)&lt;br /&gt;
And I can't rearrange this simple equation to fit in "idealism" and "values"...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So basically...I am happy...and thats the breaking news of the day! And my love to all those who are happy for me today.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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For the rest of the people- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy limping!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;:))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-6797202681530005935?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, when I am alone and I look back trying to find out who all brought me till here where I am...who gave me strength, patted my back, gave me that one last push, wiped my tears, brought me smile and had been there &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;...there is none "all" except one who matched all the criterion. And reminding her name to my blog after a long ..long time...its my soul friend &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;kansha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I can't fill this little space with all that she has done. Moreover, since we both know about it...there is no point in trying to&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;it in few less-deserving words! Its just that I couldn't stop myself from mentioning it here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have been there since always...and have known each other inside out. We used to hear from our teachers in school that when we all will grow up...things will change..everyone will follow different paths and ultimately we'll be in different corners of the world. I couldn't imagine it then. What would happen if this would happen? Because the innocence of that age couldn't allow me to be predictable across these lengths and breadths.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But now we grew up. We chose different career paths. Emotionally we are as bonded as always were. But our addresses now point to different continents. We follow different timezones. A card of Rs. 20 which once took just Rs. 50/- courier service to reach her would now need Rs. 700/- in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As they say....if you love each other...distances don't matter. I am sure they don't...as far as the relationships and their&amp;nbsp;strengths are concerned. But believe me, they make you miserable because of the missing part. I know it because it has been just few hours and I am feeling it already as if someone is stabbing me right in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know it'll strengthen our understanding and love for each other manifolds but still...that helplessness follows!&lt;br /&gt;
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What do I say...? Akansha has been my strength and weakness always and my words can't cover it all. I am sure she is gonna miss me as terribly as I am missing her right now but the best part is that she has got what she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish her all the luck and happiness in whatever she does!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- Love you akansha! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-2704018138131290976?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEcO7O4Z0AI/Tc5PnvdvqWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RY3XKfIPo7w/s1600/psychological-abuse-300x273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEcO7O4Z0AI/Tc5PnvdvqWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RY3XKfIPo7w/s1600/psychological-abuse-300x273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I find smile in writing, reading, talking to the ones I like to share my life with, listening music, being alone...&lt;br /&gt;
But still, this all isn't good enough for me. I need more. I want more. And when I ask myself, what do I exactly mean by 'more'...I go dumb!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But its all in our minds...purely psychological. Life doesn't stay for anyone nor is anything permanent. So, its better to keep alternatives in order to keep going. The more...the better! All you have to learn is keep switching. Something makes you feel doomed, switch on to something else...something to divert your mind because only you know yourself the best! No one else but you can bring a smile on that pretty face which you see everyday in the mirror! So..keep smiling...be adorable! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-5816047487407081552?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Trying to define such beautiful moments/experiences seconds the list of blunders. It juices out all the flavours of the rainbow it creates and people again misunderstand it with their misfortune!&lt;br /&gt;
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Some things are just not meant to be elaborated. They are felt, enriched, nourished and then multiplied to revert back to the one who blessed you with it. They are just beautiful and beauty can't be touched or created. Stop running after them and they'll follow you effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy being loved, cared, being the bestest friend to someone and getting pampered! Don't try to answer.. What if...When will...or Why not!!! Just close your eyes and breathe......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-3813017870249766159?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there have been thousands of blog-posts on the topic already and I am certainly not going to write anything new here. But being itched to write on something and not getting a chance to do so has compelled me to do my 'bit'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna Hazare....a man who completed my wish of living pre-1947 and being a part of India...I mean a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; part! He who compelled me to think beyond office, friends, relatives, facebook...and even World Cup! He who gave me the honour of watching the history being created! He who told me that the citizenship to a country doesn't only mean a Passport or Voter ID card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhHoikc-h7Y/Tacd1v2nqEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2l9eJwbc6iA/s1600/anna-hazare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhHoikc-h7Y/Tacd1v2nqEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2l9eJwbc6iA/s1600/anna-hazare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What he did doesn't need to be reminded. On the contrary, it would be unforgettable for hundreds of generations ahead. What needs to be reminded is...a 71-year old man is bearing the weight of 1,155,347,678 people out of which 40% is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;us...the youth!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shame on us that a man who gave us independence 64 years ago has again taken the initiative of gifting us freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Following' him is not &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'all' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;'just' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;that can be done by us. Its high time to take the lead. Get inspired from our old-age revolutionists and bring a new revolution. Let them be in peace now as they have done much more than enough for each and everyone of us. Its time we give people like Anna a confidence that we are here to save the nation...and we will be there always. Nationality as defined by Hazare has to be re-written and slapped on the faces of those who forget it. Its not just a fight against corruption or politicians and its neither just a support for Anna Hazare. Its a tribute to all those who have fought for the nation and saved us from drowning and its a promise that we will fight back just as they did for us...whenever needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Step up and be a responsible Indian..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-8602892444305833592?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the weirdest style statements (where majority compromises of guys) is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;eve-teasing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Its a common scenario if a girl is on her way to somewhere and some body-hugging-and-local-rainbow-colored-sunglasses-wearing jerks pass comments on her or maybe throw papers or puff smoke on her face. Chasing a girl riding a scooty by the typical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;DHOOM bike-riders &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is another chapter of the same weirdo statement. The ugliest and the biggest jerks are those who enjoy hitting (which they define as touching) the girl and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;zooming &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;away on their two&amp;nbsp;tyres&amp;nbsp;as if they did something bravo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1_bY1bHIU5Y/TYY4QwhabTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5ohkP5L9xmE/s1600/Eve+Teasing4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1_bY1bHIU5Y/TYY4QwhabTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5ohkP5L9xmE/s1600/Eve+Teasing4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if abuses are enough for such brainless-monkeys. Such perverts should be beaten to death or should be sentenced to jail for atleast 5 years so that they get to feel and understand what they did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem is that even if a girl goes and complaints for such things in a police station....either she gets to witness few more uniformed teasers or otherwise she has to visit the same place more times than the criminal. And that is the reason why majority of the girls try not to involve police in such cases. But the fact is that this crime is no less than any other crimes. Rapists and&amp;nbsp;assaulters grow from these bunch only.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every other time where I have read or seen this topic raised....it lasts for few days or hours, people curse these eve-teasers and then the chapter closes. But this is not a solution. Someone has to find a way out. Some solution has to be there so that these criminals think twice before doing such acts of shame and disrespect. A move taken today might save your sisters/daughters tomorrow. Think about it....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-4993304288232748385?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is when people go...those who love them can't show the emptiness they are feeling. They can't express their agony...their sorrow. And then there are those who have a matrix of infinite adjectives for all that could have been done...all that they did....and all that the others didn't do. They even forget the question that they asked. And they themselves don't realize the value of a person whom they have there with them right now. All they express is the pain that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;feel because others feel nothing according to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love can't be proved. It can't be stamped on a paper. It can't be measured. And it definitely can't be compared. Love is just love. Its neither more nor less.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-C3NZEFF0ADE/TW0gFGw2zcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BhiwBfMYQCQ/s1600/2631187183_dccf70c449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-C3NZEFF0ADE/TW0gFGw2zcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BhiwBfMYQCQ/s1600/2631187183_dccf70c449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People usually forget why they are sad...what they have lost. All they remember is...their efforts, their input and others' loopholes. And thats bad....really bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want to say is...love the ones you love from the bottom of your heart. Never wait for tomorrow to say "I love you" because what I have learnt from life is..."There is nothing called tomorrow".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-3759551565864034662?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who decides whether the mindset or perspective is correct or does it need to be altered? No one. And thats because if someone would try, he/she would again become a part of one of the either generations. And hence...it becomes easier to blame because there is one crime and multiple criminals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Few years back..I read it somewhere that nothing is right or wrong when opinions are concerned. But one should learn from his/her own experience because that kinda experience holds more&amp;nbsp;weight-age than anything else in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Now I don't think that it means that go crazy, get wild, become a jerk and then say...I am a proud learner! Thats ridiculous! It undoubtedly is. But don't hesitate in doing what you think can be done without doing any harm to yourself or anyone else. Also...you should let your loved-ones do the same for themselves as well. When you'll support them, you'll get the respect. Start from hearing them out. And you'll see the change. Imposing and restricting your views creates communication gap. The same communication gap which happened between you and your well-wishers when they tried to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Time changes. People don't. Gap is a space. Don't let the space to get created.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After all...as I always say..."Talking brings two people to the score of LOVE ALL"! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-4355851417755812500?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;People are saying that he is a martyr now. Is he? I don't think so. He just is a poor victim of few inhuman and powerful mafia dons who believe that India and Indians are fond of dictatorship. They do whatever they want because according to them, its their turn to become the majesty! And thats the reason they didn't even think twice before&amp;nbsp;committing such a horrendous crime. Probably, they believe people will say, may be scream, media will get a good news, it'll be the headlines for few days...and then what? Everyone would move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Would we? Can we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Its so easy to close your eyes to avoid the world....and believing that since you are not facing them, they can't see you either. Running away, avoiding and then moving on is not the solution. It has never been. There is something called a reality check. Its a senior government official today. Tomorrow it might be you or your friend/family. And if this is something so easy to avoid, imagine the convenience to kick out the news of a commoner like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;All I wanna say is...that the criminals have gotten to be so free because they know that ultimately it becomes a nation of deaf and dumb. Everyone thinks what can I do or how would I make a difference. But every bit counts. Every effort is valued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I wrote a blog. You can do something else. Atleast start off. Not just for what happened today but also for what all can happen in future. We are not dumb or deaf. We have senses and a dozen a**holes can't be our rulers. Lets get united. Lets make India a real Republic nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvj1UTcltO4/TT7t8l0vuSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/htQD4vQdQ_c/s1600/26-6a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvj1UTcltO4/TT7t8l0vuSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/htQD4vQdQ_c/s320/26-6a1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It used to happen with me that I used to claim over certain "dislikes" and "disinterests" in my personal aspect. I never thought why do I dislike it?&lt;br /&gt;
- Maybe because people generally expected me to do it and I don't like behaving as expected&lt;br /&gt;
- Maybe because I never tried once to like it as well.&lt;br /&gt;
- Maybe because even if I try it...I won't do well.&lt;br /&gt;
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And when I re-analysed these two reasons, I realised that now its almost impossible to justify myself because these two points are insensible to tag something out of your to-do list!&lt;br /&gt;
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And today, I started with one of those things- cooking! Yes...I thought that I hated it. I would do it when there is no other option and I had done it as well in those conditions. But I would never be happy to do it! And I thought so because I never even tried to experiment anything when there was not any compulsion or no-other-alternative-situation. And since past few days had given me some logical reasons to atleast enhance my to-do-list, so I gave it a try. And I can't explain in words ...because today I have had the most memorable achievement of my life!&lt;br /&gt;
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There are times when you achieve a lot of things in your life. But the smallest and especially the never-expected achievements give you happiness at par measure! And thats what I felt today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I felt that its something that the society, the elder ones always expect from a girl. Because as they say "&lt;i&gt;aagey jake har ladki ko yahi karna hai". &lt;/i&gt;And that was something which irritated me, frustrated me and I took a foolish pledge of proving everyone else wrong. I wanted to tell them that a girl has equal rights not to be so perfect and &lt;i&gt;gharelu. &lt;/i&gt;She also has a life and she will live it the way his partner is allowed to do so. And then, it all got bigger and huge and became a part of my stubbornness. I never thought...what if I try to cook not because people want me to cook but because may be I would find some interest. Things can be taken as an experiment rather than a compulsion. Do it only when you want to do it....and as much as you want to do it. But atleast give everything a try..because it'll give you a point to justify all your "disinterests"!&lt;br /&gt;
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And God knows how proud I feel of myself today! Never had I got more praises than today...and thats not because finally I started cooking...but because I did something from heart and thats why it came out well! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- The proud experiment was Spring Roll (in a little desi style)! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5717019637780851969-149860134743300475?l=supriyagarg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There have been times when people have guided me as to what to write, when to put a full stop or a comma at the least. But I don't listen..at all... and then again I feel proud of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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I always believe that its you who know what do you love and how do you love it? People have different opinions because they love in a different way. But they don't understand that for seeing/finding what they love, they have to work for themselves. No one else would serve them on the platter. They can appreciate or discourage whatever they read. But they can't suggest what the writer should write. And thats because he/she is a WRITER. And he/she chose to be so for his/her own satisfaction. A writer would love if his writing gets appreciated. But that can never be his/her soul purpose for writing. Thats a mere perk..nothing more!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not pointing anyone here. If anyone reading this thinks that I wrote it for them....then I insist not to think too high of yourself! Because its not about me. Its something which I have noticed in general. And thus I just wanted to share my opinion. No offence intended!&lt;br /&gt;
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