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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;TRUE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Let me tell you a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;long ago,there existed this creature on planet earth.It was the most peculiar creature.It had 4 hands,four legs,two heads and two sets of reproductive organs.The gods came to fear this creature as this creature was invinscible in terms of strength,brain power and most importantly itsself-reproductivity..this creature did not require dependence of any kind and was capable of vanquishing the gods.One day god decided to weaken this creature as it threatened their position in heaven and so they hit the creature in the most tender part of its body..the one, it had only one..the soul..and so the creature seperated into two bodies each with 2 hands,two legs,one head and a set of reproductive organs.This creature was weaker..and depended on the other to survive..together they would be as good as when they were a part of the same body.Hence the gods decided to exile these creatures on planet earth in such a away that it becomes impossible for them to ever meet.This is how the gods maintained their position in heaven.This sacrafice was made to restore god its strength and power.The gods continued to live content in themselves that nothing will ever threaten their sanctity ever again.It took years,months and ages before those two halves would meet and when they finally met their souls reunited to create an unbelieveably strong power.Seeing this the gods did not part them again,taking mercy of their souls vulnerablity and the pain and thirst it underwent in finding its own other half...the gods allowed them to live together in peace and helped them create newer life on this planet.Their creation did not have the same strength and intelligence or even a complete soul but that was because their creation would grow to discover the other half of its soul and this is how life moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As you may have guessed that those two halves of that creature were the make of a man and a women and their creation was a complete human being.The look for real love was this hunt for the other half of our souls,which like ages ago was exiled.If you are looking for true love then it would take that painstaking effort of years..the yearning of the soul..and the sacred comittment to love and devotion to the purpose...and only then will the voice of your soul be heard and god will reunite you with your other half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hence if love is what you are looking for..true love of the kind which will make you feel like you have attained nirvana..or an ultimate peace of mind and soul..it will take you years of effort and knowledge,bruised and tired body...but ultimately your goal will reach you to your destination..as the gods remain in the heavens because of our faith,prayers,sacrifices and devotion..and its them who will ultimately reward you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;when prophet was asked to sacrifice his son ,whom he loved so dearly,,,the god were testing his ultimate level of devotion ...what he can do to attain gods mercy and love on him...when he free d his heart of its ultimate bondage with his son..and agreed to sacrifice his son..the gods blessed him..and replaced his son with a goat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;true love should never die but struggle and sacrifice is required to attain it as its the most precious reward of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;put a rear glass on yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #4c1130; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;dear love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;so its been four months since we broke up and i just wanted to let you know how very free and happy i am.Its like a life i never had..a life in paradise.I am just writing with my chestnut coloured hands..yes guess what my dark hands..the one you used to despise wen we were together.freeing my self of a racist pig like you has possibly been a larger achievement in my life than the job i bagged as a young excecutive only few days back..nd guess what they actually went by my brains instead of my breasts and the curvature of my ass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;i still sometimes wonder how it was possible for me to have made such an imbecile act like faling for a guy like you..and actually staying with you..i guess dose brown eyes and those well tonned hands really gave away..but guess what now i can afford many such pretty boys like you..wanna know where you lack your bones..sweety its right in your spine..wanna know where you lack substance?..look down..you&#39;ll get your answer..its a wonder how men like you lure every girl with that false image of being independent and free thinking..wen probably your mom was getting beaten up at home by your dad..or even worse obeying to all your dad&#39;s commands like a slave..if marriage to someone like you is this..den i prefer remaining a bachelorette..yes bachelorette himbo(him-bimbette)because i choose to be the way i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;face the fact.. you were emasculated by me and my power and what i could do without sticking to you and your pseudo image..ya the girls may have been floored by you and your uber studdly flirtacious image..but you will be nothing more than a muse for those super skinny.. white ..straight haired girls who do not know how to tell the difference between a line and a dot.I guess thats why you like them..because just like them you dont have the capability to put a fullstop to your endless love affairs..sometimes it makes me wonder whether you r actually a super stud or plain closette gay..i mean who knows whether you were actually staring at their curves or the shape and colour of their shoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;you came to me putting that super sexy tag on me..back den i was naive i shud have known that super sexy meant you&#39;ll always be my bombshell when i get bored with my girlfriend or my wife and beautiful meant..sweat heart i am taking you home to introduce you to my mom..but like i said before i know beter now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;you are correct..i am not beautiful..i am neither skinny or pale skinned or straight haired..i am dark with wavy hair till my waist..and you will be surprised to know that many people in my culture find me very beautiful..todae in office as well i got the compliment of being sexy..laughed at the guy and told him to go train his brains more than his biceps..he was an attractive guy..till he opened his mouth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;standing at this point of time i have everything you&#39;ll always dream off..a lucrative job with an awesome paycheck..plus i dont have to maintain that stupid dress code in your office..i guess even your company mnagement is like you..doesnt know how to tell the difference beween a school and office..that reminds me..quit wearing those green sneakers of yours..sweety its plain moronic..and gives away the true colour of your personality..green for pure jealousy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;i bought a new apartment few days back..the one far larger and bigger than your crowded little shithole..and i did not need to pole dance my way into any of this and neither show cleavage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;a lot of those sordid home details keep coming back to me and when i look at my house now.. am happy..coz i find my newspaper fresh..bathrooms clean and coffee mugs in place..now all i have to clean up are my ultra fashionable closet not your wipped out shirts..and dirty as hel shorts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;after two years of living together i still believe that things could have worked out between us..if you had put a rear glass on your bloated up egoist chauvnistic self..and if you cant handle my bad moods(which was only a reciprocation to your bloody mood swings) you sure as hell dont deserve my best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;just a slice of advice..try reading good books..stop using d words mom-dad together.they are separate individuals as they may have displayed wen they fight not the two loops of a bow..try cutting low on alchohol as you look like a thuggish oaf wen u drink..maintain sum decency wen you tok to women..and oh yea try burning those pink lucky boxers of youRs..odrwse prepare to have ur ego run down bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;with that said..i would like to use those three customery farewell words..goodbye..staywell..best of luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ffd966; color: magenta;&quot;&gt;and oh yea MUAH.. a last kiss to remind you to NOT &amp;nbsp;bite or eat up any other womens lips as if they were reshmi kebabs..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b45f06; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;MATRIMONIAL COLUMNS-AN ARRANGED DISASTER..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: red;&quot;&gt;Wanted a fair,
beautiful, thin bride preferably working in an MNC for a handsome, dashing man
5’8’’ in height working in an MNC, annual income 10 lakhs, house in Kolkata,
only son of parents. Bride should be homely, caring and within 5’3’’ height. If
interested contact Mr.Haldar at 09*********.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy57qjvS5qW9jmgwdzW4A4Y5068ROkZHWxl5OZUecQU8GilS-f8gGEa25S3MCfAGb3CbUMliey8YW52UKqGRDJbquIQAgJQrjPbrjtrwz_6o1Q4qxURwJIajXxbiK1MofHloCIfIRwXvk/s1600/arranged-marriage.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy57qjvS5qW9jmgwdzW4A4Y5068ROkZHWxl5OZUecQU8GilS-f8gGEa25S3MCfAGb3CbUMliey8YW52UKqGRDJbquIQAgJQrjPbrjtrwz_6o1Q4qxURwJIajXxbiK1MofHloCIfIRwXvk/s320/arranged-marriage.jpg&quot; width=&quot;221&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: red;&quot;&gt;Quite common isn’t
it? Every morning you turn the pages of your newspaper you will find at least
one page dedicated to matrimonial. However this page is significant to both the
genders in two ways. For the women its just a way for parents to tame their
ultra rebellious girl into the ‘’good girl’’ shoes. These girls have had
experimented so much with men that after a point of time they themselves put on
the good girl image, ’’at least the guy earns 10 lakhs for crying out
loud’’..’’at least he has a house of his own’’. That should work if marrying a
stranger is counted in. For the men, matrimonial are the perfect way for losers
to find their mate. More than often these men have perfectly oiled and combed
in a unipolar direction hair. If you are a girl don’t get seduced by his 5’8’’
something height, you have no idea how hard it was on his mother’s side to
deliberate horlicks into his diet till his 30’s.It wouldn’t be surprising if
his mother offered puja’s for his growth in every sense. The smarter MBA types
know how to hide their inabilities in high heeled shoes; after all you have to
give them something for having struggled through 2 years. By handsome and
dashing they are only referring to the guy who has a surprisingly small belly (which
is quite hard to find in 30’s men) and is facially symmetric. This may seem
paradise to Indian women who have pretty much accepted the fact that symmetric,
normal and smart are three qualities that cannot lie in one Indian man’s body,
but don’t get befooled !The picture sent to the prospective lady might be
crafty. So behind that suitably pleasing smile may lie a set of hideously
discolored disoriented teeth and let’s not even get into the magic of tummy
tuckers. So if you aren’t 100% sure that the picture is true map of the
original sight, needless I’d say PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. Don’t think that
just because most of these men seem ‘’decent’’ they haven’t done those normal
guy stuff’s. In fact they have watched and fantasized about nude, hot women so
much that even their imaginations begged for mercy. If they have told you that
they are ‘’experienced with women’’ they basically refer to the fact that they
spent a better part of their lives chasing after women aimlessly but bagged
none. Sensing their utter desperation to get laid, the parents play angels and use
matrimonials to save their sons lives from utter doom. Girls are smart as they
know how to experiment well before marriage and then to go ‘’by protocol’. You
would be amazed at the audacity of these families and irony of life. Audacity
because even if their sons are the living imprint of Scary Movie Part I they
demand for angels from Cinderella Story and irony of what a decent bank balance
and a house can give people like them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: red;&quot;&gt;Thank the good Indian
arranged marriage system which saved the lives of many desperately seeking men
and rebellious yet happy women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b45f06; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Retail-ly
fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f1c232; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today you are the proudest person in
the world. As you walk down the road you can feel the hearts burning around
you, when people lay their eyes on your brand new jacket. You are a stunner
today and nothing can bring you down. As you walk down the road with a smug
expression on your face, you stop by a stall to catch a hot dog. Seeing the
jealous faces around you, you laugh inwards shouting out ‘’you can’t have this
suckers!!Because it’s specially me’’. You reach out into your bag to pay, when
you notice a snag, a loose thread out of your jacket. Now that was unexpected.
Blame it on the over thread use of factory manufacturing, you simply try to
pull out the thread. But to your utter horror, your entire jacket sleeve
splits! The ground beneath you shakes. It’s impossible!! You just literally
beat up another woman to lay your hands on this piece of beauty and to add to
your paradise, it was on a 50% off sale. Wait a minute…………………….did you just say
sales???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f1c232; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yes people if sales is what you
purchased your brand new muse from then get ready to donate it to a charity or
get it fixed (if you believe in goodwill) or just toss it into the dumps(if you
are plain going to hell).Buying a product from a sale is like wearing a pair of
stilettos. Paradise at first sight and a nightmare when you slip it on (that is
again if you are a chappal public like common people).It’s a risk investment
because you never know when it will ditch you and walk out of your life. But
the stores make it seem glossy!! not mentioning that the outdated and cheap
materials could put a clothing roadside shack to shame but then again we are
Indians, we have a panache for anything that is cheap enough to&amp;nbsp; pay for a complementary roll after a
purchase!!While we foolish chickens pout about a wonderful shoe on sale, the store
people hide their snide pointy toothed foxy sly&amp;nbsp;
laugh behind a pretty smile&amp;nbsp;
saying ‘’Mam this looks perfect on you!!” on anything you pick up to
look. Usually when they say that it plain means” yes go on dummy, be a nice
chicken and walk out with that shit, you are doomed from the moment you laid
your eyes here”.Why cant they just put up a ‘’buy at your own risk’’ sign
somewhere? But the stores play saints as they watch us mere hopeless
shopaholics fall into the traps of that dratted word. Just that day I purchased
an inc5 sandals so beautiful that when I seized the last 6 size in the rack,
the lady next to me almost spat on my face and less than a week into my sandal
paradise I found the sole of the shoe and a part of my soul peel away.
Recovering from my tragedy, I understood it could be a problem for many Indians
today. A sale is like a last money drawing strategy from the junk many wouldn’t
touch during its ‘’on’’ season. A term I often refer to ‘’retail fooling’’ i.e.
making an otherwise worthless product seem buyable. Even though it’s a hi5 to
the marketing and sales department for amazing strategizing it wounds the
consumer’s soul to the point of distrust. There victory actually calls for a
longtime disaster as you see in the case of so many barren showrooms and
stores. Because ultimately a business is all about trust.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f1c232; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So the next time you pick up a
something from a sale, make sure to take a keen look into its quality and if it
still manages to befool you, then you KNOW &amp;nbsp;better where to ask&amp;nbsp; the stores to shove their credit cards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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really like to know why does everyone in India seem to think that they are
capable of writing a book. Just like in 3 Idiots (“Mera beta engineer banega”)
do parents now say “mera beta Chetan Bhagat banega” ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSj5XJQBuP2KDKWFqc739e6mONdcnXg6fo2v5ONQ_Q8OQSb0Rk3BqIDDTfrTtY6h52BR3VKfZh5FkRp01rSF6IUdelGFWlMzXgbN-t19hTnKeQcOx-fy3maWWko4XOazLjiWxtJ2Y48c/s1600/pretence.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: yellow; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;Lets face it everyone cannot be a Bhagat or a Datta.
Bhagat with his inimitable style of writing hard hitting yet well etched
stories has however let loose a wide array of hopeless wannabes who seem to
think that no matter what they did during their first 4 or 3 years of
graduation, its worth becoming a book. These young fellas also mention in the
what it seems like is the epilogue that everyone has a story. I agree, but what
I don’t get is why does it have to be told ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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to not again tales these writers seem to know it all. My friends tell me that
Ravindra Jain is really good but my bad experiences have scarred me for life. I
have been there and read that but Gen y authors or should I say every random
college pass out feels he should bring the story of his college to the
forefront. What they lack is the basic skill to keep a reader hooked. After the
first 2 chapters it’s the same book of a stunningly pretty girl falling for a
random and apparently ugly guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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more guys or the guy cheats on her. What I dot get is how come each story has a
happy ending ? Also are the girls too naïve to accept such douchebags back ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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convince me that there might just be a happy ending. As for the rest of you who
have put pen to paper and blabbered on mercilessly for n umber of pages about
your soppy love story………….think hatke or just THINK for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This is pretty much the counting game that goes on within our heads when life tests you. A simple and effective anger management strategy, splashed over pschycology books and news paper articles and although the exercise sounds like the ultimatum of a ticking atom bomb, it does help to calm down those who know how to tell the difference between 1 and 2.However women are operationally different. If they can’t splatter outwards they will certainly splatter a lot inside. So just because she is quite about her boyfriend not being on time does not mean that she isn’t cursing him inwards. Just because she ‘’did not mind’’ your criticism about any one of her decisions does not mean she isn’t plotting to bring you down. ‘’Never mind’’ is a very dangerous term used by women often more dangerous than the ticking atom bomb. It’s basically the time every woman buys to find an effective strategy to bring you down and this just does not apply to men. So if you are a female you should not be surprised if your best friend is still resenting a flak you gave her about not having the right arms to wear sleeveless after years. This inward splattering is what we girls commonly code as ‘’bitching’’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One of the best bitching issues among both males and females is the mates they bag. Its only natures rule that we compare all our possessions with our kind, mates being especially one of the biggest issues. So if you are a guy and you have a sexual devein as your girlfriend, rest assured you are the prime bitched about topic. Men just can’t see other men sitting on the throne of glory. Something they secretly code as ‘’the king of studs’’. However sexual deveins are hard to earn if you aren’t Glad rags Mister India with the bank balance of bill gates. Every woman prefers rich and successful men forgetting that essential detail that rich and successful men can pretty much get any women to striptease for them and when women ‘’discover’’ this issue they cushion their injured egos by calling them ‘’pricks’’. What most women forget is that if we were the queen of queens we could make an income bigger than any billionaire by just exploiting these million dollar men. So while most of these men are medicating their wounded hearts by singing ‘’Why this Kolaveri Di’?’ and drowning themselves in whisky we are happily out shopping for the latest Prada bag. Mind you, women heal faster than men using retail therapy because a smart minded woman knows that anything which does not have a mind of its own will remain with them forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The funniest comedy shows are never on television, it’s when a few girls putting the best friends tag on themselves are out to brunch. Mind you of this lot one has to be the most ‘’in’’ and the others are trying desperately to hold onto loose threads. While the usual topics go on and the topic of mates come up, at least one of them will ‘’carelessly’’ show of a photograph of her and her boyfriend adorning the me+ you=forever look on their faces. Secretly these girls are desperately trying to seek approval. When showered with the ‘’Omg!! You guys are so good together!!’’ they relax inwards, feeling relieved that they can remain with their boyfriends for at least another year if not much. What she doesn’t know is that the rest girls are plain laughing inwards at her choice or simply comparing their boyfriend’s status. While most girls are remarkably dumb with math they can shock a 99 percentile er in CAT with their quick mental status calculation. For the slight narrow minded ones caste also plays as status. Dont blame women for that. Its only animalistic instinct that they want to lay the best eggs in the market, and that can’t happen without the best sperms. The same applies for men only in a different context. It’s their animalistic urge to mate, irrespective of whether the female can lay eggs or not as long as the female doesn’t scare their urge away by looking hideous. Quality and content comes later on, or maybe never. Men can live with that. Men are remarkably good at role plays. While they are lions at fighting out their territories they become sweet little kittens in front of attractive women. They tend to take mission impossible too seriously when they brush shoulders with an attractive prospect. I f a guy convinces you that he has ‘’never seen you like that’’. They basically mean that they have bedded you at least a thousand times in their dreams .Don’t blame them, its their hunter instinct after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;While having stepped into the pschique of bitching, a true color of our evolution splashes out onto the canvas of life. So there you go folks no matter how advanced we get, our instincts will always be primeval. So much for being Homo sapiens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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