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Anyone even remotely in touch with the field of finance, whether student or master, will tell you that your accounts must always be balanced. Well, I've done a little bit of finance myself and rest assured - unbalanced accounts leads directly to bad grades, so yeah, I abide by what they say - to the letter. Now what those people will not tell you is this does not just apply to finance and

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It's been 1 year, 5 months and 2 days (and a few hours, perhaps, but let's not get into a detailed discussion) since I last posted absolutely ANYTHING on this blog. It was a time of my life where the smallest things inspired me to express my feelings about them - about anything. And these feelings converted themselves to words. All I had to do was switch on some music and my fingers would

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Standing in front of the mirror, she was admiring her latest acquisition - a one hundred thirty two carat solitaire. She had gone to great lengths to procure it, travelling over seven thousand miles spanning eight days and three continents. She had never done so much for anything that she owned, but she knew in her heart that this particular piece was worth all the trouble. He reached the top

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Why was he sweating so much? Perhaps the air conditioner had stopped working and he hadn't noticed the absence of the previous jet of cool air brushing his hair. Was that his mother he just heard? No, it couldn't be. She said she would be out for the afternoon, through the evening. That is why he had chosen that particular day. Was the writing legible enough for others to read? He couldn't say,

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The truck trudged along a worn down path that led to Lahore. It carried seven men, three women and a child. The child was with his father - having lost everyone else that shared his blood. One of the old men, blind from one eye, was looking out of the truck's behind. He was one of those who had lived through all of it, and been there much before it started happening, to see how it had begun. He

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Tum bhula do jise, yaadein woh hai nahi Tum poora karo jise, khwaish woh hai nahi Tum haasil karo jise, manzil woh hai nahi Tum samajh lo jise, hakeekat woh hai nahi Tum dara do jise, nidar woh hai nahi Tum awaaz do jise, akela woh hai nahi Tum pyaar do jise, gareeb woh hai nahi Tum nafrat do jise, dushman woh hai nahi Tum paa lo jise, anmol woh hai nahi Tum jaan lo jise, anjaan woh hai

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What is a crime ? A man murdering another for a third person's purposes ? Or a person robbing someone in bright daylight ? Or a man taking the very soul of a woman by scarring her body forever ? Yes, these are crimes. But I ask again, what is a 'crime' ? Surely the answer is as simple as something that breaks the law. And what law exactly are we talking about exactly ? The law set by men to

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For the purpose of simplicity, let's call them One and Two. To begin with, they were inseparable. They never let their egos come in the way of their friendship. If it could be called friendship. It was stronger, more lasting, more deeper. It was like they were brothers out of the same womb. But they were not. They had attended the same school. Throughout their school life, they had never gotten

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The new kid on the social networking block, Google+, has made an impressive start to its story. Larry Page announced last week that Google+ has amassed more than 10 million users, when Google declared its Q2 results for this year. Now all this in 3 weeks, with the additional roadblock of being invite-only in the current phase, is a noteworthy achievement, even for Google.With innovations like

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Today I felt something that I haven't felt in a long time and frankly, I'd forgotten what it felt like up until today. It's a void, an emptiness which starts in the pit of my stomach and crawls its way up into my heart. I felt 'weird', so to speak, at seeing a friend for one last time,knowing that I might not be able to meet him for a very long time. I've done this before, parted ways only to

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"Daddy mujhse bola, Tu galati hai meri Tujhpe Zindagani guilty hai meri Saabun ki Shaqal mein, beta tu toh nikla keval jhaag Jhaag jhaag..." How many of you have enjoyed this song ever since it hit the music scene? A lot, I'd be guessing, me being one of them. Lyrics like these, real world and earthy, have been as rare as diamonds in Bollywood. The scenario, however, is gradually changing -

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It is probably one of the most hard fought and persistent battle of the last decade, and it has inevitably spilled on to this one as well. I'm talking about the battle of the computer giants, Apple Inc. and Google. With the latter having released it's Q2 results on the 17th of this month and the former just yesterday, the battle is poised to turn more interesting as the year unfolds. Google

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Facebook - a common name used in every other household, is the largest social networking website on the planet. And it doesn't get bigger than Facebook. As of July 2011, it has more than 750 million active users and a valuation of more than $75 billion. I could bore you with more numbers but I won't, since they all say the same thing. Facebook is the best of it's kind now, and the best there has

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There's a man on the door,who says he's no moreand I just lookat the man and no more.He wants to come inwhile I take it all in;I ask myself,"What, is he a djinn?"Stepping in quietly throughthe open door into viewof the others, butthey feel nothing new. He sits on the first stairwith a void for a stareand they seemunperturbed, not a dare. He walks up to me andputs something in my hand; it

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"The boy's name was Santiago..", is how the book started and ended with him saying "I'm coming Fatima". In between, it taught me a lot, more than what I had expected to gather from this harmless little book that I picked up from my dusty bookshelf yesterday night. Even if I didn't have an epiphany, atleast it made me realize a few things, gave me a few valuable lessons and raised a few important

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Let the door be locked;nobody's coming anyway.Let the lights be out;who needs to see me ?Let the curtains be drawnand Sun turn into Moon.Let not the wind blowand bring freshness. Let the phone ring;it's just one of them. Let the birds chirp;some day they will perish.Let the water flowand take me with it.Let the water flowand take me with it.Let the water flowand take me...

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Your eyes are heavy, eyelids almost feeling like drapes ready to fall and shun the world from your eyes. Sleep is coming in steps However, all you can do is wait, while you can'tmake out one from another - they feel like a stream. You don't know it yetbut you're alreadyfar off intoa world so distant,yet so close,it's as if insideyour slumbering head. Sights come and go,lucid and vibrant,vivid

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Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying the stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a

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Recently, after a very blown-out-of-proportions fight with friends, I felt immense regret at almost all of my actions. However, the one piece of good that came out of the fight was a lesson, one to remember. It taught me that sometimes in life, you should stop for a moment and feel. Try to understand what's going on without caring about it. Listen to what is being said and see what is being done.

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The 'pause' is what I refer to as the worst part of a writer's life. A state of mind where he can't think of any single topic to write about, or even if he comes up with an interesting topic to write about he gets stuck at the first step itself. Blank. Everything. That's the 'pause' for you. If you're a reading this and are a writer, I'm SURE that you have either already gone through this phase

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Lionel Messi is the best player in the world right now. I'm not making a statement. I'm stating a fact. It's accepted so widely that it can most definitely be considered as fact, although I differ in my own personal views (being a United supporter and everything). Makes him a modern day god, if such a thing could ever exist. Have you thought about how boring this makes the situation for football

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March 12, 1993 August 28, 1997January 24, 1998February 27, 1998December 2, 2002December 6, 2002January 27, 2003March 13, 2003April 14, 2003June 29, 2003August 25, 2003July 11, 2006February 19, 2007May 18, 2007August 25, 2007May 13, 2008July 25, 2008July 26, 2008September 13, 2008October 30, 2008November 26-29, 2008February 10, 2010April 17, 2010September 19, 2010December 7, 2010July 13,

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When you hear of the term 'electric vehicle', associated terms like 'green', 'environment-friendly', 'non-polluting' come rushing to your mind, don't they. Well they should, because all of them make complete sense. Except for the fact that they don't. Ever thought about where the electricity for the path-breaking electric vehicle comes from ? Yes, the answer is clear. It comes from very

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