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“We don’t know how to say this,”- started the man in the center of the panel. Directing his words to Jordan, he continued – “you really are a talented guitarist, Mr. Jordan. We haven’t seen anyone today, playing it as well as you did. But there is something missing. You are so perfect that it looks mechanical and at times artificial.” As an afterthought, he paused to look at the fellow panelist.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/geK-FFoqWyJbokaUUTHeuA-5vdk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/geK-FFoqWyJbokaUUTHeuA-5vdk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~4/pfxchBn6Nt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://consizestories.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-will-happen-if-i-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IAQ38zeip7ImA9WxNVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459081206894894219.post-3890205617947033178</id><published>2009-10-24T02:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:29:02.182+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T02:29:02.182+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish s ram" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weirdo" /><title>U &amp; I</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://consizestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3890205617947033178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6459081206894894219&amp;postID=3890205617947033178" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/3890205617947033178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/3890205617947033178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~3/2vee2JBc3cg/u-i.html" title="U &amp; I" /><author><name>harishsram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00657590375705482092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">“Hi there, my best friend”, Geetha was all smiles standing in front of Kunal.  “Phu pheu, what a figure!” Kunal blew a short whistle on witnessing the sight.  “Oh…” Geetha blushing with pride said “you noticed: I have been working out”.   “Not you fatso! Look there!!” Kunal pointed. Indeed a hot girl was taking her luggage from the bus and arranging them on the platform.   “Wow! ... the way she 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JUXCgSCt0VlAmr8_Y18kMQIFsZM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JUXCgSCt0VlAmr8_Y18kMQIFsZM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~4/ltv0AyX5TV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://consizestories.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-to-feet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCR3w_cCp7ImA9WxJaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459081206894894219.post-4043579929707240086</id><published>2008-06-26T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:11:06.248+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T13:11:06.248+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="addiction to drinks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish s ram" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weirdo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consizestories" /><title>THE JOURNAL</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://consizestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4043579929707240086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6459081206894894219&amp;postID=4043579929707240086" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/4043579929707240086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/4043579929707240086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~3/ARH6c2BC3Rg/journal.html" title="THE JOURNAL" /><author><name>harishsram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00657590375705482092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">            “Mr. Schindler?” a servant entered my room. “Sir, Ms. Emile is here.” “Oh that’s great. Serve her something cold. I’ll be there in few minutes.” I replied whilst going through my papers and typing a letter. “Sir, I am afraid you need to be there immediately. On the contrary to your belief, neither is she in the waiting room nor did she come on her own.” He didn’t have any expressions 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t9nnUAMQ60tZryfSmR1LUyxFyxg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t9nnUAMQ60tZryfSmR1LUyxFyxg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~4/ARH6c2BC3Rg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://consizestories.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQMSXY_fSp7ImA9WxJaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459081206894894219.post-6736542127902614143</id><published>2008-03-16T10:09:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:16:28.845+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T13:16:28.845+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish s ram" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multiple personality disorder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weirdo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consizestories" /><title>EMOTIONAL DREAMS</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://consizestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6736542127902614143/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6459081206894894219&amp;postID=6736542127902614143" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/6736542127902614143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/6736542127902614143?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~3/0C1qvU_6IHE/emotional-dreams.html" title="EMOTIONAL DREAMS" /><author><name>harishsram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00657590375705482092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">i always believed dreams make life.when people reflect your imagination;your thoughts and your emotions, they become your voice. one such voice is haunting me today."f**ker,  why the hell are you sitting in my seat?" screamed Sreeker."am sorry. am new here." apologized the boy."oh!!... fresher.... hey Ram look who we have here." said Sreeker with a mischievous smile."oh boy o boy! that smile sure
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MjkbG391NErCRscPZ8omXKM0-2M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MjkbG391NErCRscPZ8omXKM0-2M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~4/0C1qvU_6IHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://consizestories.blogspot.com/2008/03/emotional-dreams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMDQH48fyp7ImA9WxJaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459081206894894219.post-2316694288549199175</id><published>2007-12-23T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:17:51.077+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T13:17:51.077+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish s ram" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weirdo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consizestories" /><title>IT'S OVER</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://consizestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2316694288549199175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6459081206894894219&amp;postID=2316694288549199175" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/2316694288549199175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/2316694288549199175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~3/YHKJmmhowGU/its-over.html" title="IT'S OVER" /><author><name>harishsram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00657590375705482092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"ITS OVER Jinnah! i think we have to break up. there is no other choice" said Shylaja. "but we can work it out. i agree your parents are strict and you cant go against them. i will never ask you to do so. you know that very well." Jinnah was pleading. "no! i cant go on with this relationship of ours because am well aware that my parents wont accept us. its over Jinnah. am sorry." Shylaja was 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1RY7yVem9PfNXJHtf5CFFupSSPY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1RY7yVem9PfNXJHtf5CFFupSSPY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~4/g7aQOGFCnO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://consizestories.blogspot.com/2007/10/mistaken-entity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINRHw7fip7ImA9WxJaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6459081206894894219.post-582797457567068005</id><published>2007-09-08T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:19:55.206+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T13:19:55.206+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harish s ram" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weirdo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consizestories" /><title>An Anomoly</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://consizestories.blogspot.com/feeds/582797457567068005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6459081206894894219&amp;postID=582797457567068005" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/582797457567068005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6459081206894894219/posts/default/582797457567068005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConsizeStories/~3/6qr84UMZcSg/anomoly.html" title="An Anomoly" /><author><name>harishsram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00657590375705482092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">its a wonderful day out there...though there is a small amount of commotion.ppl are havin the time of their life!kids are playing in the fields.its a colourful day.fireworks everywhere.every1 is cherishin their freedom coz its 15,august 1947.everywhere its celebration time.but thts not where our story revolves:Pif v move a little ahead in time in a small metropolitan city named chennai there 
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