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Pesh e khidmat hai kuch PJs from JP.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Arz kiya hai!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Irshaad...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Itne kamjor hue teri judai se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaur farmaiye...Itne kamjor hue teri judai se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki chinti bhi ab kheech le jaati hai charpai se....!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek or gaur farmaiyega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haathi nay kaha jakar Hathni ki qabar par,&lt;br /&gt;Sadke jaoon tumhari Patli Kamar par.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek or namoona hajir hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERI JULF HAI YA ANDHERI RAAT KA SAAYA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERI JULF HAI YA ANDHERI RAAT KA SAAYA...&lt;br /&gt;SAR MUNDWA LE TO SAVERA HO JAYE. :P&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab ek sentimental shayri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai yaha tu waha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai yaha tu waha...&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi hai kaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai yaha tu waha... Zindagi hai kaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or LIFEBUOY HAI JAHA TANDURUSTI HAI WAHA...&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;Ye to jabardast hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladki boli:&lt;br /&gt;Chandni chaand se hoti hai, sitaron se nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat ek se hoti hai, hazaaron se nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Ladka bola :&lt;br /&gt;Chandni agar chaand se hogi to sitaron ka kya hoga,&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat agar ek se hogi to hazaron ka kya hoga.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;Ye kaatilana sher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mere dil me aise samaayi hai...&lt;br /&gt;Tu mere dil me aise samaayi hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaise baajre ke khet mein bhains ghus aayi hai... :P&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1V7LF85zQ4/TzMybN-k5NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CwaKkQsobjM/s1600/tears.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1V7LF85zQ4/TzMybN-k5NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CwaKkQsobjM/s200/tears.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Here i am sitting all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one besides me whom i have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depression all around has eclipsed all of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inside everything which makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i say whatever i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a flood of tears which come in all of my expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roots are even deepened and more and more depression&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;May be the person for whom i cry my eyes out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Will never understand it and I will never get my way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;People tell me "stop doing that to yourself, look at you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;But whenever i see the mirror, standing besides me is YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I know I know ... its foolish to think that way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But whats the reason to live if u don't see love in your doorway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time and again i keep on saying this to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry ... just let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times will come again soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i know, there is God watching upon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep consoling myself that everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time i fight with myself I just Lose the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the questions and know where the answers lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i don't muster the courage to look in the pile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I am sitting alone and I just cry and cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hoping that one day God will come by&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;He may see that i am totally lost and gone wild&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;But Oh My Lord!!! please save me, I am thy child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that looking back on the tears would make me laugh but i never knew that looking back on the laughs would bring tears!&lt;/div&gt;
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It's impossible to understand,&lt;br /&gt;
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What's going through a guy's heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You told me that you wanted me and now&lt;br /&gt;
That I've given everything, you tell me you're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You told me that it was the first time you felt this way,&lt;br /&gt;
And said that I was special.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believed you... and this was my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should have told me that your feelings had faded...&lt;br /&gt;
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I had no idea and I continued to depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I say I hate you now, I will be missing you...&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am a boy, to whom love is everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They say that when you give a girl all she wants,&lt;br /&gt;
She quickly gets bored...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now I know that's the truth...&lt;br /&gt;
And although I tell myself, I'll never be tricked by love again...&lt;br /&gt;
I fall in love, and my heart is broken again...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should have told me that your feelings had faded...&lt;br /&gt;
I had no idea, and I continued to depend on you...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I say I hate you now, I will be missing you...&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am a boy, to whom love is everything...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They say that when you give a girl all she wants,&lt;br /&gt;
She quickly gets bored...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now I know that's the truth...&lt;br /&gt;
And although I tel myself, I will never be tricked by love again...&lt;br /&gt;
I fall in love, and my heart is broken again...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should have told me that your feelings had faded...&lt;br /&gt;
I had no idea and I continued to depend on you...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I say I hate you now, I will be missing you...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't break the heart of the boys,&lt;br /&gt;
Who will do anything for love...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know that living this life,&lt;br /&gt;
While being loved would be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I say I hate you now,&amp;nbsp;I will be missing you...&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am a boy, to whom love is everything...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Today we broke up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You told me to meet someone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Better than you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And be happy..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You &amp;nbsp;are just like all other girls...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What happened to you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you told &amp;nbsp;me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That you loved me???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Honestly, I want you to be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"What am I going to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"If you really forget about me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I am in so much pain...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" more than I can bear..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Because I am still in love with you..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Please don't break the hearts of the boys,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Who will do anything for love...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I didn't know that living this life,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
While being loved would be so hard.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Although I say I hate you now, i will be missing you...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Because I am a boy, to whom love is everything...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Although I say I hate you now, i will be missing you...
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;What is the worst addiction? Alcohol? Smoke? Drugs? They are fatal, aren’t they? They can make you physically weak, mentally unstable, and can take away your life. Dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What about being addicted to love? How good and how bad is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For those who are in love this post must not be weird. Rest of you can go fall in love and then come back to read if you find it weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Till date I knew about the good parts, but a girl I knew ended her life last week after two heartbreaks and I saw the darker side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also have a best friend who cannot stay out of love. Loneliness bites her. After a series of failed relationships and one failed attempt at suicide she is about to get married and is badly perplexed. She has been in almost three relationships and none worked out. She is worried her marriage might fall apart in similar fashion; worst part is that it’s an arranged one and she doesn’t even know this guy properly. I know the story of her life but I never understood the reason behind her hasty decisions regarding relationships. So I asked why she did that to herself. Why not wait for someone who walks in and never leaves again. Why after all is she determined to stay troubled over one or other person consecutively? Why bear multiple heartbreaks? Her reply was an obvious one but it made me ponder over what this addiction can do to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You know how it is when you fall head over heels in love. Your phone bills shoot up because you spend ample time talking and texting. You prefer staying in contact 24 x 7. You let each other know about every minute of your day. Spend quality time with each other. Get habituated of sharing your life with that person. Intimacy and love and care redefine themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if it ends all of a sudden? Are you strong enough to bear the wide gap now left in the place your special one had been? You get so habituated to each other that the emptiness engulfs you once it’s over. Few people live with it and move on and live once again. Most succumb to their need to be with someone to fill up that empty space again and end up getting into wrong relationships. “We fall in love once” becomes passé. The need to always feel loved and cared and wanted takes over. Too much of love indeed takes away your will power to tackle loneliness, doesn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isn’t addiction to love the worst one then? Isn’t it the most fatal one? It can make a physically fit person voluntarily ruin and end his/her life. Heartbreak kills you every day. Loneliness eats you up internally and you become a hollow shell. Sadly, there are no rehabs to cure the addiction to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I learnt one thing. Fall in love alright, but try not to let it control your life. Learn to live again. If one person left your life, it might mean there is someone better for you. Learn to wait and let life work of its own accord. Let things shape up on their own. Hasty decisions can ruin whatever chances you still have. It can make your life hell. &lt;i&gt;It can ruin your family, pain the people who love you and care for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love as much as you can…but understand it’s not the end of life. Addiction of any sort is dangerous. Love is a beautiful feeling. Don’t make it a drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Comments:-&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Once you get emotionally attached with someone, it's hard to forget him/her.. Some people get emotionally attached to the extreme...but yes..as you said, it's not good..Life is much much more than Love &amp;amp; Relationship. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Truly! People tend to be in so-called "love", just to avoid the feeling of loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I can never understand ppl who are so addicted to relationships....and I dont call it love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Because trust me true love happens very rare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;After my life experiences I wdnt say it happens just once and blah blah but yes it is rare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;What your friend goes through is a case of rebounds...which is kind of dependency for u fear loneliness and need someone....and trust me rebounds r disaster....unless ur over the one u loved...and moved ahead....no relationship will ever success....the baggage will just grow and grow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;One needs to reflect on her life post breakup and find a path before getting involved again.....breakups are hard....they takes yrs to heal...u move on but u never forget....and thats the hard fact.....so instead of focusing life around men....we need to find ways to be busy and friends r best ways for that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ur friend never gives chance to find herself and hence made herself vulnerable and relationships addicted and if that goes...she can never adjust and will find her expectations ruined...she needs to be open to love and adjust here and there if she wants the marriage to succeed and never be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;pessimistic Life&amp;nbsp;is much more than love...that is one reason I always believed in spaces even in marriages...so girl outs shouldn't stop post marriage too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;4)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Love makes one live longer.True love makes you very strong,physically and mentally.Control love,let not love control you.I love as many as I like.If they love me fine,if they don't love me fine.But I continue loving as one day that person will realize and come back to share full,pure love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I've been looking for its answer since last couple of days. What i finally came across is not a fresh and complex theory of &amp;nbsp;Einstein or Stephen Hawking, hard or difficult to fathom and comprehend. Thanks to the streetwalker whose moves made me&amp;nbsp;realize,&amp;nbsp;decipher and eventually helped in getting the answer. The simple and clear hypothesis is that, Its the ultimate difficulty one faces, or feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMOTHERED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; rather, when we make our moves just out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; of selfless love, respect, and CARE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;. And its a celestial fact that when we feel smothered, we drift towards a place, a corner or a lifestyle rather, that gives us the full opportunity to flap our wings, breathe freely and most importantly to get rid of the pains, restrictions and the confinements imposed on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;why do people feel smothered&lt;/i&gt; when our moves are just for the welfare for them and&amp;nbsp;of-course&amp;nbsp;driven by the conscience of care for them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;This is something which is open for interpretation by one and all. Reasons might be different for different people. But at the end of the day its painful anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;There are various probable cases. Even the same is true for our family members. We are so close to each other that we expect they'll understand our moves, our unsaid concern for them, for their good, for their better and best in fact. They do understand it but finally there are private places, privy concerns which must not be invaded and compromised under any situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Family members understand it and everything settles with time... What about those who are not a part of our family but mean more than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Is it always a mistake cum blunder from the either of them? Or just a communication gap? Probably we get so infuriated from the most recent move of our friends that, all the past deeds, promises, and most importantly "The Friendship" becomes meaningless for us. Why we don't try to understand what actually the intentions were of the latter? Why we don't pay any heed to our conscience's voice? Why do we,&amp;nbsp;every-time, get moved by the strong feeling of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 500;"&gt;abhorrence? Why we don't give it all a second thought? Why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 500;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 500;"&gt;It all may sound futile and a mere attempt to damage our vocal chords but try to look at it from the perspective of the person who finds no utterance, and no space to show whether it was (s)he who is being perceived as the culprit or a mere outcome of clubbing of all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;prejudices, detests and hostility that refuge in our brain just because we couldn't accept that we'll feel SMOTHERED due to their concern and care for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-529798316800845338?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is all about the &lt;b&gt;average people&lt;/b&gt;. The &lt;b&gt;non-rockstars&lt;/b&gt;. Those who do not have a catchy background music being played when they enter a scene in their miserable lives. Those who are not born with a silver-spoon stuck into their mouths. Those who spent their childhood wondering if there could be a super-power hidden inside them, but eventually end up discovering they suffer from a cartoon overdose. This is also about the wonderful middle-class people who have dreams bigger than the scams in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am talking about anyone who wasn’t the tallest or the shortest in the school. But was again somewhere in the middle. Also the ones who weren’t the best looking, nor were the worst looking. Those who weren’t the most brilliant in academics, nor were slothful brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our teachers always thought we could do better than we have done. Our parents always thought that with a little more effort, we could possibly join the league of ‘toppers’. No matter how hard we worked, there always was a- ‘&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;bete, there is still a scope of improvement&lt;/em&gt;‘. I am talking about those who always thought they were the best among the crowd all time, but as soon as they entered a competition, had a heart-break which was worse than studying mathematics (or any subject of your&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;dis&lt;/em&gt;-choice). They were always told that the world will only show respect to those who excel in studies, or sports, or whatever they weren’t doing well in. We were always compared with that idiot looking nerd living round the corner who would score at least 10 percent marks more than us. And that comparison sucked. And if we tried telling how many people were below us, we would get a strong dose of motivational philosophy(or whatever you call it). Failure is always a part of anything the average people do. And such an integral part that it soon becomes a pain in the rear. And each failure would be a public incident bigger than the parade in Rio. We did eventually win(doubtful here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/em&gt;), but that would be such an undercover incident that people would hardly notice. If anyone did, they would say- “Oh, anyone can do that”. Yes, I know, that is the time when you feel like having a rocket launcher in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The average kids grow up and become….&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The average youngsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(no reset button pressed here). The miserable lives continue. The famous saying ‘Beggars cannot be choosers’ has already applied to you so many times that you start considering it a universal law. The few exclusive ones might also develop into bigtime social misfits. Each morning the average people wake up thinking if today could be the day when they would encounter the lucky stone (or any other animate/inanimate object… depends on personal fantasies) that would change their lives. They come back each evening getting a shot of reality check (recursive). They are the ones who do not have the most loaded pockets around. They do not have a callous life to go through. They actually have to work hard to get anything they want. And many a times they don’t get it, but the journey continues. The average ones keep the search mission to find their better half running 24×7. And that is not easy, especially when the Middle people are again at middle in confidence levels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are not the ones who are fond of fighting for the 99.9ish percentiles in exams. We feel relieved with 95-96ish percentiles (or even 85-90 in some cases). Most of the times we are happy that we didn’t fail. Parental pressure stops affecting us by this time. We have generally become immune to embarrassment, humiliation, failures, dengue… Okay not the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But trust me, being the average one, the middle one isn’t that bad. In fact it is one of the best things if you see from my perspective. The average guy always works harder for everything, be it academics, profession, relationships etcetera. And this is a very good trait. Another good thing is, an average guy(or girl) will always look for an opportunity for improvement while the excellent one is basking in the glory of his past laurels. Being average is actually the driving force behind the average person. The average guy has his goals set. He would keep working towards them. In the process, he would become better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The times are dynamic. A new era has ushered in. This is the time when the tables have turned. It is not the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;people who are making it big. It is the Middle people. It is our time folks. We are the future. The average people are the ones who make better professionals, better entrepreneurs, better partners and better idols. No one is interested in the story of a guy who topped the exams throughout his life and then worked for some MNC. The stories of the excellent are not dramatic enough. Nor are the stories of the pure losers interesting (for obvious reason – they are losers). It is the life of the average guy which has all the drama, action, suspense and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;masala&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a future bollywood movie. Only an average one can turn the tables during the course of time. He is the one who can do things most unexpected of him. He is the one who goes through all the struggle. And what a life without drama? The middle’s life has the whole package of a successful movie. He is the new idol. He is the new face of brilliance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, most of the average people reading this might still be stuck in ‘&lt;em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Oh-my-miserable-life-sucks&lt;/em&gt;‘ phase. Keep faith, times will change. That is the best thing about time. And don’t think you are not the best at anything. You are the best at being..&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Middle One&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A certain series of events my life recently have made me think. Thinking is a chronic disease but sometimes a valuable one. We are often faced with “Situations” that force us to choose between:&lt;br /&gt;
Right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
today or tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;
casual or serious?&lt;br /&gt;
What ultimately wins is the kind of person you are. Celebrate this victory by keeping up what you truly believe in. Be trusting and be trusted. Life is unfair, but its unfair for others too.&lt;br /&gt;
Depriving yourself of simple things to get something more complex is a sheer waste of what one life can give you. Hiding behind something that is irrational and cumbersome is not only unwise but also non-rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;
Sleeping over a few things only makes you enjoy things, moments and people. A non chalant life will never be rewarding. Peeking from the veil is also an experience, dislike it first but then teach yourself to find the happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Cheers to more that we can get from this life!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE 10th Grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, And wished she were mine.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But she didn't notice me like that, and I Knew it.&lt;br /&gt;
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After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes She had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I want to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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11th grade The phone rang. On the other end, it was she. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she were mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barry more movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Senior year The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, " he's not going to go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go Together- just as 'best friends'. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone wenthome, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried a I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said-'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. I watched her say 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it.&amp;nbsp;But before she drove away, she came to me and said'you came.' She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! 'I wish I did too...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought to my self, and cried. Do yourself a&amp;nbsp;favor; tell her/him you love them. They won't be there forever. :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: StOp Cryiiiiiing...This is wat life is all about....&lt;br /&gt;
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Entering the examination hall, with full zeal, to give it ma best shot, and ending up with a better (and not best) one... Is it all that deserves these many taps on keyboard to quote such a marathon post at this place? Pals no, this is not the reason, but yeah, i admit that it was a link or kinda seed or the driving factor behind all that, which took place there on 17th april.&lt;br /&gt;
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Writing examination has never been a daunting task for me. However the ambience and the fellow examinee, sitting around, make it a hell or heaven for you most, often in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know, whether my purpose to write this post would be fulfilled or not, but, with honesty in its entirety in my heart, I wanted to convey my message to those two ladies who went mad at me, apparently, without any reason. If by the grace of the almighty God, you come across my words, I, at the onset, would sincerly apologise for spoiling your post examination cheer, and later that, a big thanks to both of you... Wait a second, I'm gonna make it clear why.&lt;br /&gt;
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But prior to that, i request you to spare an extra moment. I don't know, how did i offend you duo. We normally tend to get outta the tensed environment of the examination hall, once we submit our answer sheets. I'm not any exception to this. Being at the beginning of the row, i left my place after handing over the answer sheet, and headed all the way towards the exit, and subsequently was stopped by the invigilator, and i obeyed, stopped at the door, which was closed and by that time you people too headed towards the same exit. I alongwith other guys, was waiting for the green signal to leave the room and it all took around 40 seconds. Those 40 seconds were so lengthy for you that you couldn't resist yourself from doing those girly things, that irritates, probably, one and all, specially boys. But &lt;b&gt;WHY WAS I THE TARGET&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;b&gt;WHAT WAS MY FAULT&lt;/b&gt;? All i did was, i sought permission to move out in &lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt;, where probably more than 85% of the candidates were conversing in either hindi or their regional dialect. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IS IT AN OFFENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? If yes  then i plead for a proper justification.&lt;br /&gt;
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As per your words, those arrowed towards me, i was trying to grab everybody's attention. Ma'am, it has&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;NEVER BEEN MY INTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to grab someone's attention, and frankly speaking, not even in case of (any) girl(s). I'm really very sorry, but if this was the reason behind your anger and those piercing words for me, i won't agree with you. I even invite my friends out here, who know me, to say, and explain, was i really guilty anyway here? You tell, and i assure, if justified, i'd abide by your judgement.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well i appriciete your viewpoint at some place, as you clearly and properly described my personality, and which is true also. I know what i'm, how i look, i appear, and everything i posses. I've been working on it, but the effects of the place where you hail from, the kinda education you've got, the environment you've spent your initial life in, are inherent and i don't know, whether they can be removed or not. You deserve kudos for such a brilliant observatory skill.&lt;br /&gt;
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You people deserve thanks, as you made me crush the sprouting thing in my Heart, that had&amp;nbsp;started&amp;nbsp;to grow by leaps and bounds in last few couple of weeks. You were right, i don't deserve to do this. And why should I? If this is how you ladies think and react, when we boys have no intention like that, then, i'm better being alone. Its better to not bring a representative of your gender in my life. You duo made me re-realise this. I would be able to focus my full attention on the things i'm supposed to do, now on. Thanks a tonne for your awakening words.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life can be kept busy in lots of things. I've a huge pile of books to study. Later that, facebook, twitter etc can make you forget that you live in a world, whose, people like you are a part of. I've friends to die for, family to survive for, and my responsibilities to strive for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do i really need anything else to think on?&lt;br /&gt;
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If i have the combination of all these then i must not worry or repent or take words of people like you any bit seriously. But still, it hurts when you are barely criticised in public. It does. You never know what your words may mean to one, and its effects... Just for an example, the great war of Mahabharata was fought due to a couple of words said by Draupadi to Duryodhan. Relax, i'm not gonna wage any war like that cuz i'm not Duryodhan. I'm JP, a simple man, a part of the crowd who are most often refered to as mango people. Still trying to lay the foundations of my career and life. But one thing fr sure, I'd definitely become a&amp;nbsp;misogynist for one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-5820425690339643151?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This made me to think umpteen no of times about the way this so called civilized society and the so called civillians, framing stupid ideologies and making dirty stereotypes.... blah blah blah, most you say is least.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please go through the link provided. I must appreciate the way authress, Shivani has expressed her feelings and grivances a girl is likely to have after coming across this kinda dreadful figure of this civil society....&lt;br /&gt;
Kudos to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://28archangel.blogspot.com/2011/04/sure-bride-is-virgin.html?spref=bl"&gt;My Uncensored Heart: Sure The Bride Is A Virgin?&lt;/a&gt;: "I was talking to this girl I know since school, and she sounded sad, so unlike her. I have known her since we were in high school. She was ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-3409085376792800848?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Is Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) philanthropy at other people’s expense?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Corporate social responsibility (CSR) means self-regulation by a business in the form of adherence to law, ethical standards and environmental protection. In today’s business world, CSR has attained widespread importance as one of the essential functions of an organization. However, CSR has its share of critics. The first major criticism is that CSR is simply a PR exercise with obvious ulterior motives. This is somewhat substantiated: one study showed that over 80% of corporate CSR decision-makers were very confident in the ability of good CSR practice to deliver branding and employee benefits. Companies often use CSR as a cloak to hide their poor quality services, or to create emotional appeal for their brands. Moreover, CSR may often be used as a strategy to avoid regulation, even essential regulation. Companies argue that setting minimum standards hampers innovation and creativity. This is a contradiction in itself. If companies were so concerned about social well-being, why would they resist even minimum regulation? Moreover, in developing countries exposed to the free market within the last decade, the concept of CSR is not uniformly practiced, and yet companies argue for more freedom and less regulation. Self-regulation through CSR is almost always a sham – there is no measuring stick to define by how much emissions should be cut, or how many donations a company should make, or in which areas it should not be the cause of deforestation. In this scenario, though CSR is a positive ideology, its implementation is vitally dependent upon government regulation, or it ceases to be beneficial to anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sample Essay 2 :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Is Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) philanthropy at other people’s expense?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Corporate social responsibility (CSR) is about how businesses look at tasks,funding and responsibilities not only from the viewpoint of shareholders/owners and investors but also employees,communities and society as a whole.It is viewed as not something random but a comprehensive set of policies, practices and programs that are integrated throughout the operational and decision making process. Some CSR initiatives include environmental management, human rights initiatives, social development and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sentiment varies with respect to this aspect of corporate behaviour. Some people are of the opinion that the only job of business is to do business and that a corporate entity should not merrily make allocations from its reserves for CSR at the cost of shareholders interests and prerogatives.The contention is that bulk reservation for CSR activities benefits little in the absence of a careful cost-benefit analysis and it makes no sense to play around with other people's {shareholders, owners and investers} money. This notion however seems plausible mostly in the short term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CSR has the long term advantage of increasing goodwill amongst the populace besides enhancing brand image . A secondary outcome could be the opening up of new markets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A case in point is the Indian Giant ITC's CSR initiative E Chaupal , which has established computers and Internet access in rural areas across several agricultural regions of the country, where the farmers can directly negotiate the sale of their produce with it. The PCs and Internet access at these centres enable the farmers to obtain information on mandi[marketplace] prices,know more about beneficial farming practices and place orders for agricultural inputs . This helps the farmers get a good price for their produce by eliminitatin the trditional middlemen who were unfair to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thus, CSR as a thought-out ,sincere effort does not play with people's money but actually augments it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sample Essay 3 :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Is Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) philanthropy at other people’s expense?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Profit is not the only important variable when measuring a company's success and a considerable number of corporate houses and NGO’s are waking up to this face these days. Many CEO’s, Eco-warriors and NGO’s believe that Corporate Social Responsibility is an important aspect of the company profile. However, the question is whether it is philanthropy at other’s expense or a powerful marketing tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The broadest sense of the concept, CSR refers to the relationship between business and the society in which it operates. It focuses on the obligations that a business has to fulfill if it is to be considered a good corporate citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While this may be true in theory, in practice we know that there are many corporations that are simply interested in making as much profits as possible and are not interested in contributing to society in any other manner. The aim of any business is profit. It will never invest money in non-performing assets, so by similar logic it should not invest in non-profitable charities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Moreover, corporates criticize CSR as a charity of Shareholder’s hard earned money. The shareholder’s and the workers in the company are not investing their money and efforts in the profit making business to share it with someone who doesn’t toil for it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the other hand NGOs disagree with CSR being non-compulsory. They argue that politicians should take responsibility for deciding how many resources companies should spend on charity. As a way out for the above-mentioned problem, they suggest corporates to take money from their share of profit and not from gross profit. In a developing country like ours, the economic divide is much evident. As the business houses use major natural resources and infrastructure facilities it’s their responsibility to give something back to the society that provides it. NGOs also note that social goals might be profitable in the long run since market forces provide financial incentives for perceived socially responsible behavior. Notable business houses like Tata, Microsoft and General Electronics also confirm that while being socially responsible might often entails short-term sacrifices for the ‘company profit’; it usually ultimately results in long-term gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Implemented by these rules, then suggested by the NGOs and Business houses, CSR then can be a useful tool for marketing and development and not just philanthropy at other people’s expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-1478519815335326615?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;To&amp;nbsp;All test takers.....&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Congratulations to those who got a call..... Lots of luck for GD and PI.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Those who couldn't... here is a picture to the left.... self speaking... &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU DON'T WIN THIS TIME , BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And yes i too failed to get the call in IRMA and IIFT.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;"soy un perdedor"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of luck for the entire exam season....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-5946385357680184173?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The investigators quickly leave, never write up a report, investigate the dead bodies, or even send for an ambulance to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's going on here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Post your answers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-4807860778477961343?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or would you feel comfortable on a bridge designed by an engineer who cheated her way through engineering school? Would you trust your tax&lt;br /&gt;return to an accountant who copied his exam answers from his neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;Those are easy examples, but what difference does it make if you as a student or I as a faculty member violate the principles of academic integrity in a psychology course, especially if it’s not in our major?&lt;br /&gt;For me, the answer is that integrity is important in this course precisely because integrity is important in all areas of life. If we don’t have integrity in the small things, if we find it possible to justify plagiarism or cheating or shoddy work in things that don’t seem important, how will we resist doing the same in areas that really do matter, in areas where money might be at stake, or the possibility of advancement, or our esteem in the eyes of others?&lt;br /&gt;Personal integrity is not a quality we’re born to naturally. It’s a quality of character we need to nurture, and this requires practice in both meanings of that word (as in practice the piano and practice a profession). We can only be a person of integrity if we practice it every day. What does that involve for each of us in this course? Let’s find out by going through each stage in the course. As you’ll see, academic integrity basically requires the same things of you as a student as it requires of me as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I. Preparation for Class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of Me in This Area &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to coming prepared for class, the principles of academic integrity require that I come having done the things necessary to make the class a worthwhile educational experience for you. This requires that I: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• Read the text, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• Clarify information I might not be clear about,&lt;br /&gt;• Prepare the class with an eye toward what is current today (that is, not simply rely on past notes), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• Plan the session so that it will make it worth your while to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of You in This Area:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With regard to coming prepared for class, the principles of academic integrity suggest that you have a responsibility to yourself, to me, and to the other students to do the things necessary to put yourself in a position to make fruitful contributions to class discussion.&lt;br /&gt;This will require you to:&lt;br /&gt;• read the text before coming to class,&lt;br /&gt;• clarify anything you’re unsure of (including looking up words you don’t understand),&lt;br /&gt;• formulate questions you might have so you can ask them in class, and&lt;br /&gt;• think about the issues raised in the class discussion or class materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;II. In Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of Me in This Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to class sessions, the principles of academic integrity require that I take you seriously and treat you with respect. This requires that I:&lt;br /&gt;• show up for all class sessions, unless I’m simply unable to do so,&lt;br /&gt;• come to class on time, and not leave early,&lt;br /&gt;• not waste class time, but use it well to fulfill the objectives of the course&lt;br /&gt;• do my best to answer your questions,&lt;br /&gt;• honestly acknowledge when I don’t have an answer or don’t know something, and then go out and get an answer by the next class,&lt;br /&gt;• both encourage you, and give you an equal opportunity, to participate in class discussions,&lt;br /&gt;• contain you if your enthusiasm for participating in the discussions makes it difficult for others to participate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• assume that you are prepared for class and that&lt;br /&gt;I won’t embarrass you if I call on you, even if your hand isn’t up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• respect the views you express and not make fun of you or of them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• not allow others to ridicule you or your ideas, or you to do the same to them, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• make clear when I am expressing an opinion, and not impose on you my views on controversial issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of You in This Area &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to class sessions, the principles of academic integrity require you to take both your fellow students and me seriously and to treat us with respect. This requires that you:&lt;br /&gt;• show up for all class sessions, unless you are truly unable to do so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• come to class on time and not leave early,&lt;br /&gt;• make good use of class time by being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;engaged in what’s going on,&lt;br /&gt;• ask questions about anything you don’t understand, and not just for your own sake but because other students might not realize that they also don’t understand ,&lt;br /&gt;• participate in the class discussions so as to contribute your thinking to the shared effort to develop understanding and insight (remember that even something that’s clearly wrong can contribute to the discussion by stimulating an idea in another student that she/he might not otherwise have had),&lt;br /&gt;• monitor your own participation so as to allow for and encourage the participation of others, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• respect the other students by not making fun of them or their ideas, and by not holding side-conversations that distract them (and me) from the class discussion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;III. With Regard to Exams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of Me in This Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to exams, the principles of academic integrity require that I:&lt;br /&gt;• do my best during class time to prepare you for the exams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• be available during office hours or at arranged time to work with you individually to help you get ready for the exams,&lt;br /&gt;• develop exam questions that will be a meaningful test not only of the course content, but also of your ability to express and defend intelligent judgments about the content,&lt;br /&gt;• carefully monitor the exam so that honest students will not be disadvantaged by other students who might choose to cheat if given the opportunity, and&lt;br /&gt;• give due and careful consideration to your answers when evaluating them and assigning a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of You in This Area &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to exams, the principles of academic integrity require you to:&lt;br /&gt;• come to class having done your best to prepare for the exam, including seeking my help if you need it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• make full use of the time available to write the best answers you can,&lt;br /&gt;• accept your limitations and not trying to get around them by using cheat sheets, copying, or seeking help from another student,&lt;br /&gt;• not giving help to other students, or making it easy for them to copy off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IV.&lt;br /&gt;With Regard to Written Assignments&lt;br /&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of Me in This Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With regard to written assignments, the principles of academic integrity require that I:&lt;br /&gt;• devise meaningful assignments that grow out of and further the work done in the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;• provide you with a clear description of that assignment so that you know what is expected of you and what I’ll be looking for when I grade it,&lt;br /&gt;• give due and careful consideration to your paper when evaluating it and assigning a grade, and&lt;br /&gt;• confront you if I suspect that you have plagiarized or in other ways not handed in work that is entirely your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of You in This Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to written assignments, the principles of academic integrity require you to:&lt;br /&gt;• start your research and writing early enough to ensure that you have the time you need to do your best work,&lt;br /&gt;• hand in a paper which you yourself have done specifically for this course and not borrowed from someone else or recycled from an earlier course,&lt;br /&gt;• not be satisfied with a paper that is less than your best work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;• seek only appropriate help from others (such as proof-reading, or discussing your ideas with someone else to gain clarity in your thinking), and&lt;br /&gt;• give full and proper credit to your sources.&lt;br /&gt;Let me expand on this&lt;br /&gt;last point, since it applies to both you and me.&lt;br /&gt;By its very nature, education and the accumulation of knowledge is a shared enterprise. None of us has the time, let alone the background knowledge required, to learn everything on our own. Virtually everything we know has come to us because someone else has taken the time to think about something, research it, and then share what she/he’s learned with us in a class lecture or, more likely, in an article or book. This is every bit as true for me as a teacher as it is for you as students. I’d have very little to teach if all I could talk about is what I’ve learned solely on my own. In a class lecture it would be too disruptive if I stopped to cite all of my sources, but I know, and you need to know, that I am sharing with you the things I’ve learned from hundreds of different authors. What I contribute is the way I bring their ideas together into a coherent whole so that it makes sense to you. If this is true for me, how much more so for you. I have many more years of education and reading behind me than you do. I don’t expect you to do original research. Instead, I expect you to read about the research of others, and to bring together their ideas in such a way that makes sense to you and will make sense to me. Therefore, it’s essential for you to cite your sources in any research paper you write. The academic reasons for doing so are to give credit to those who have done the original research and written the article or book, and to allow me to look at them if I needed to find out if you have properly understood what the author was trying to say. But at a practical level, citing your sources is a way to show that you’ve done the assignment. If your paper contains no citations, the implication is that you have done a piece of original research, but that wasn’t the assignment. Citations (along with the bibliography) show that you have consulted a variety of resources as the assignment required. They’re also an acknowledgement of your indebtedness to those authors. So don’t feel you need to hide the fact that you’re drawing from one of your&lt;br /&gt;sources. That’s what it’s all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;V. With Regard to Your Final Grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of Me in This Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With regard to your final grade, the principles of academic integrity require that&lt;br /&gt;I carefully weigh all of your grades during the course, as well as the other factors that affect the final grade as spelled out in the syllabus, before assigning a final grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What Academic Integrity Requires of You in This&lt;br /&gt;Area &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to your final grade, the principles of academic integrity require that, if you feel I’ve made a mistake in computing that grade, you have a responsibility to come to me as soon as possible prepared to show why you think I’ve made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;VI. Failures to Live up to Our Responsibilities In all of the areas listed above, I will do my best to live up to my responsibilities. If you feel I’ve failed to do so, you have every right to call me on it. If you do, I have a responsibility to give you respectful consideration. If you feel that I do not do these things, you have the right (and I would say the responsibility) to bring this to the attention of my supervisor. At the same time, I have a right to expect that you will live up to your responsibilities. If I get a sense that you’re not doing so, I consider it a matter of my academic integrity that&lt;br /&gt;I call you on it. Indeed, in certain circumstances (such as cheating or plagiarism) I may be required to charge you with a violation of the School’s Code of Academic Integrity. For the Schoolis every bit as committed to academic integrity as I am. You should&lt;br /&gt;familiarize yourself with that Code. Be sure to notice that there’s a procedure that’s designed to protect your rights. But that procedure might also result in one or another sanction being imposed on you if you’re found guilty of violating the Code of Academic Integrity.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the most difficult question with regard to academic integrity; what if you become aware of a fellow classmate who is not living up to the principles of academic integrity, but you sense that I’m not aware of it? What should you do? I’ll give you the answer, but I’ll acknowledge up front that it’s a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I would hope that you would at least grapple with it if you are ever confronted with the situation. The answer is that you should say something to that student, and if worse comes to worse, you should tell me.&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Academic integrity, as with so much in life, involves a&lt;br /&gt;system of interconnected rights and responsibilities that reflect our mutual dependence upon one another. The success of our individual efforts in this course, as&lt;br /&gt;with so much in life, depends on all of us conscientiously exercising our rights and living up to our responsibilities. And the failure of any of us-even jut one of us-to do what is required will diminish, however slightly, the opportunity for the rest to achieve their goals. That is why it’s essential for all of us in this class to practice academic integrity, in both senses of the word practice. For practice today will lay a solid foundation for practice tomorrow, and the ay after that, and the day after that, so that through daily practice integrity will come to be woven throughout the fabric of our lives, and thus through at least a part of the fabric of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Best Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jai Praqas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4007227796392504105-8086246812620154139?l=jaipraqas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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