<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631600801900571689</id><updated>2024-09-27T18:35:55.150-07:00</updated><category term="Article"/><category term="kuch dil ki baat"/><category term="social"/><category term="short story"/><title type='text'>MAGICAL MIRRORS OF LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631600801900571689/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VINEET SHROFF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553218086728176705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631600801900571689.post-2451507982317642238</id><published>2021-12-10T15:10:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2021-12-10T15:34:08.885-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kuch dil ki baat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><title type='text'>Love in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Covid Ka samhe chal raha tha.. Sabki naukriya daw pe thi toh us samhe mere Job lagi and tabb mere mulakat usse hui.. Toh usi pe hai ki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahakari Ka samhe tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahakari macha hua tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jis Jagah pe aya tha meh, jindegi badalne apni&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us Jagah pe phele se hi Ishq Ka dastaan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;khuda ne likha hua tha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahakar&amp;nbsp; ke samhe meh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ishq ke kitab meh mere ishq ke kahani ka phela hi panna usne bekhoobi likha tha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mehne usse first time mila toh uska doh name she account show hota tha.. Toh ek se meh thora darta tha r dur rehta tha r dusre se bat Karne ke liye tarasta tha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WhatsApp pe dekhta raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doh alag Nam ko Doh alag Jan meh samjta raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shak toh mujhe khud pe tabh hua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ki shak toh mujhe khud pe tabh hua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jab tere message ke intezaar meh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh apne group wale messages ko ignore karta raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R tera message Ka intezaar meh karta raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abh kya hai ki baate ho rahi hai plan bana Milne ka pheli baar milunga.. Toh alag si bechani rehti hai na.. Toh uspe hai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ki Aaj pheli baar unse mulakat Hogi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ki Aaj pheli baar unse mulakat Hogi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sochta hu Kya, kese Kya baat hogi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kya baat kehne se yeh kuch mamla&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aage barega&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aur janaa hai pheli mulakat meh mujhe unko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na Jane yeh baat kese banega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kese yeh mamla aage badega..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toh yeh baat mehne best friend aur behan ko bataya..Jaisa hota hai aksaar ki woh log apko protsahit kar rahe hai.. Ki bol de and all toh USO ke upar hai Ki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ek gulab ka phool kharid ke rakha tha Mehne&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dosto ki baat Sun woh teen bol yaad kiya tha mehne&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confidence se bolna chahata tha tujhe meh yeh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confidence se bolna chahata tha tujhe meh yeah baat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isiye raat bhar mehnat se riyas kiya tha mehne..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gulab ka phool woh ladka jeb meh chupaye pahuchta hai r Milne ki excitement meh woh phele pahuch jata hai r ek jagah khara hokar woh sochne lagta hai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ghari dekh kar meh adhe ghante phele pahuch gaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khara hokar meh is soch meh padh gaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ki kis style meh meh bolunga aj usko yeh baat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ki suno na Mohabbat hui hai tumse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kya banogi my better half..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woh soch hi raha hota hai ki abh phone bajti r hai r usi ki call hai r pick karta hai and is baat se bekhabar ki aage kya hone wala tha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hosh meh bhi behosh hone laga tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unki awaz sun meh wapas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unke soch meh khone laga tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nind tuti meri tabh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jab un hone wapas Jane ki baat kahi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aur meh unki madad ke liye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khudko r Dimag ko eksath daurane laga tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phone book pe padhe apne laundo ke number ko dial karne laga tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R unko sahi salamat pahuchane ki zimadari&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jabardasti unpe thopne laga tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unse Milne ke liye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh yeh sabh karne laga tha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 7&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abh aayi baat ki ladke ne dost ko bulaya r khud ja raha tha unko pick karne tabh WAP as dusra phone aya r Bhai ne pucha kaha hai..ttoh bat a ya r unhone apne location batayi bola yaha aja.. Tabh woh ladka waha jata hai thora udas ke sath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khusi khatam kar Dukh lekar meh ja raha tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jisse milna tha mujhe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh usse mile bina sayad aaj ja raha tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh gussa tha apne kismat se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lakin us gusse ko jhuti hasi meh chupaye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh Sidhi chare ja rha tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R apne nasib ko kose ja raha tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abh woh ladka waha milta hai r woh apni Gf ko bulate hai r woh ladki wahi nikal thi hai jiska woh intezaar kar raha tha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dekh ke meh dang reh gaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khil khilati hasiyo meh meh bandh reh gaya&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;khusi thi ki bin mile nahi Jana hoga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aur aj ka din jaisa socha tha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waise hi karnama hoga...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh sabh milte hai baate hona chalu hoti hai lakin woh ladka chup chap rehta hai r dekhta hai toh usi pe hai...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chupke chupke meh dekhta raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uski khuli zulfo meh na chahate hue bhi ulajhte raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khali shant betha tha meh, suniye ga&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khali shant betha tha meh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uski masti bhari alfazo ko meh apne zehan meh samet ta raha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chupke chupke meh sif usko dekhta raha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 10&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abh jaisa yaad hoga ki woh shaqs ek phool lekar aya tha.. 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Toh uspe hai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeb meh pada phool bhi meh nikal na paya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uski sharat bhari nighao se meh khudko chura na paya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Himaat lekar aya tha ki Ishq hi toh baat hai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh Yu aar paar kar dunga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lakin halat dekho meri ( gaur farmayiga)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lakin halat Dekho meri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usse Dekh meh Himmat Juta hi nahi paya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R jeb meh rakha Gulab ka phool meh nikal hi nahi paya....&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2451507982317642238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/2021/12/story-part-1-covid-ka-samhe-chal-raha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631600801900571689/posts/default/2451507982317642238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631600801900571689/posts/default/2451507982317642238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/2021/12/story-part-1-covid-ka-samhe-chal-raha.html' title='Love in Progress'/><author><name>VINEET SHROFF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553218086728176705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631600801900571689.post-2952603319374544307</id><published>2019-10-13T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2019-10-13T08:57:38.022-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kuch dil ki baat"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CAN I COME OUT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Come Out, this is a line which many of us have heard from most of the motivational speakers or leaders but what they don&#39;t understand is the fact that what one is going through.Some give such examples which will try to enlighten your soul,your spirit but what question lies it that are this line enough to motivate you are they enough to rise the spirit if so then why not the words which comes directly from inside you are enough to raise your spirit, you scroll down various YouTube&#39;s video but the results is you waste the moments which could be utilize in some other activity.I don&#39;t say that motivation is not required it is required but it should be in the right form like taking a short walk, meeting a friend whom you can share your heart out etc you may ask why this not a waste of moments.i would say rather no because by taking a short walk it will be good for health and by meeting friend it would build the bonding even stronger.See every phase has it&#39;s own importance,it just depends who takes this in which sense,If you want to come out of the phase you should ask yourself the question that &quot;CAN I COME OUT&quot;Whatever answer you get follow that because that would be a changing phase it would be the beginning of new way which will lead you to your Destiny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2952603319374544307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/2019/10/can-i-come-out-you-can-come-out-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631600801900571689/posts/default/2952603319374544307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631600801900571689/posts/default/2952603319374544307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vineetthought.blogspot.com/2019/10/can-i-come-out-you-can-come-out-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>VINEET SHROFF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553218086728176705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631600801900571689.post-4845562037899328605</id><published>2016-02-29T04:27:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-29T04:28:06.203-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kuch dil ki baat"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;aaj toh khud kismat mughpar hasne lagi boli kya yahi teri taqdeer hai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;mene kaha aae kismat taqdir toh insan ki hatto meh hoti hai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;lakin meri taqder mere unke haato meh hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;jinki wajah se mere sasso chati hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;jinke wajah se dharkan chalti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;kyu hum toh kab ke ki mit jate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;yadi inke dilo meh humhe panah di na hoti.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;barish ki woh sham aur us barish meh bhijti hui teri palke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;na jane kya tha un aakho meh jo humhe humesha juda kardiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;na jane woh kya nasha tha jo humhe madhosh kar gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;na jane kya thi un bundo meh ki teri palke bhi hoor si dikhne lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;na jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;na jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;kash woh lamha ko meh rokh sakta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;un akkhon ko bas dekhta hi rehta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;madhosi se kabhi ubharta nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;bas teri akkhon meh dube rehta.........dube rehta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;milunga phir usse...... kyu ki hai mughe apne taqdir par etbar...kyu hai lakkere aese ki unse mulkat hogi phir kisi roz phir kisi bhigi hui sham meh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes i stroll down deep in the thougths and wonder which religion do I belong....Born in a hindu family but bought up in a muslim family...I followed every path of both the religion simultaneously,visted temples and masjid&#39;s but still the question couldn&#39;t be clear which religion am i?which god protected me...The question ws still a mystery....i went into the hindu school till junior class then i shifted to muslim school....graduted college but still unaware.....I was stuck in a mental and religion war about which religion should i follow some said to follow hindu religion as i was by birth and some said to followed muslim religion since i was bought up by them.....whenver in starange situation i supported one religion other religion accused me for partiallity...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Still &amp;nbsp;unknown of the fact i reached the middle part of the land where right side had a temple and left side had a mosque....... i ask god which was my religion??A voice from behind enturpted me it was of a man who wore an orange saforn and a cap which muslim wore..it was strange!!i asked the man?&lt;br /&gt;
WHO ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;
i m a messenger of god who travells and help those who needs it...&lt;br /&gt;
YOU KNOW MY PROBLEM.....PROBABLY..YOU WOULD..&lt;br /&gt;
he interrupted and said he knew well what confusion was i talking about&lt;br /&gt;
CAN YOU SOLVE THE MYSTERY?&lt;br /&gt;
he said.....can u say which religion does an hand belong...No because &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;if you fold it u r hindu but if u open it then u r muslim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...similary a religion is only one that is humanity....other religion are just the branch of it....follow the religion of yours not of others... you will find the way to end war.....after saying that the old man just smiled and within a blink of an eye he just vansihed...leaving me with his words and making me realize that whether it be hindu or muslim or any other religion...all are same except there style of wroshiping is different....which religion should one follow is not the question but what he does is important..God never tells to follow a particular religion istead he tells to follow the religion of his own thats is humanity and one to follow this religion shouldn&#39;t always be a priest who chants mantras always but any human who by his means does anything for sake of humanity.......in each and every holly book it has been said that god made us but we made the religon....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; If we could have understand it then world would be a beautifu place since our&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; unity would have been the strength and our humanity would have been the weapon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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WHAT THE USE WHAT THE USE CAN U SAY.. BREAKING STREET LIGHT,GLASSES BREAKING THE SHEDS ETC WHATS THE USE.....YOU TOOK OUT HUGE MARCH PROTESTE AGAINST THE WRONG...GREAT... EVEN THE GOVERMENT BOWS BEFORE YOU BECAUSE THE GOVERMENT IS BY THE PEOPLE FOR THE PEOPLE...BUT DO MASS RALLY IS THE ONLY OPTION LEFT BY US EVEN FOR A SMALL THING WHETHER IT BE A SMALL CASE OR A SILLY CASE WE TAKE OUT RALLIES...BUT A GIRL WHO WAS BURNT DUE TO DOWRY OR SUCH SH*T WE JUST TAKE OUT A SMALL RALLY AND NEXT DAY THAT GIRL ONLY BECOMES A NEWS IN SOME PAPER WHICH ARE BEING UTLIESED FOR DAILY PURPOSE.... THERE IS ONE ADVANTAGE IN RALLIES THAT WE COULD THROW AWAY OUR FRUSTATION ON GOVERMENT PROPERTIES......SOME EVEN PRACTICES TARGET IN THE BIG CROWD...WE STOP THE VEHICLES...WE GET POPULAR ON TELEVISON...THAT IS TRUE THAT SOME PEOPLE DO SUCH STUFFS JUST FOR GETTING POPULAR....WHY DO WE FORGET A SINGLE THING THAT OUR FRUSTAION CREATES AN OPPORTUNITY FOR THE CRIMINAL MINDED PERSON WHERE THEY CAN EASILY DO WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO DO...WE WORSHIP GANDHI JI NEHRU JI SUBHASH CHANDRA BOSE,,WE TAKE OUT RALLIES AS THEM SO THAT THE GOVERMENT BOWS BUT WHY WE CAN&#39;T UNDERSTAND THAT THEY HAVE TAKEN SUCH STEP FOR THE BRITISH GOVERMENT AS BRITSH USE TO TORTURE US TAKE OUR ADVANTAGE...BUT DID THEY EVER TAKE SUCH RALLIES IF A POLICY WAS FOR THEM.....WHY CANT WE GET THE POLITICS PLAYED BY SOME PEOPLE WHO WANTS THERE WRONG MEANS TURN INTO POLITICS......&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; UNDESTAND WE ALL ARE ONE WE HAVE CREATED SUCH SYSTEM WE SHOULD TAKE STEPS ONLY WHEN SOMETHING GOES WRONG BUT NOT WHEN WE WISH.....WE SHOULD NOT FORGET ABOUT HOW OUR GOVERMENT TOOK MEASURES WHEN ENEMIES THREATENED US AT TIMES WHETHER IT BE HIJACK OR ATTACK OF 26/11..OR INVASION OF TERRITORIES...WE BLAME THE GOVERMENT FOR ALL ACTIVITIES BUT WHO HAVE FORM THE GOVERMENT....LETS SAY HOW MANY OF US DO ACTUALLY VOTE?WE CELEBRATE THE DAY AS AN HOLIDAY....THEN AFTER FEW MONTHS WE SIT INFRONT OF TV AND COMMENTS ON THE GOVERMENT........SERIOUSLY THE PERSON WHO DIDN&#39;T VOTE ALSO COMMENTS HARSH........WHY???.....WE SOME WRONG THING GOING WE IGNORE IT AND WHEN SOME MEASURES ARE TAKEN WHICH TURNS HARSH WE TAKE OUT RALLIES ETC...WHY??DID WE HAD ANY OTHER SOLUTION WHY DIDN&#39;T WE TRY TO COMUNICATE WITH THE GOVERMENT OR TRIED TO DO SOMETHING...WE KEEP IT TO OURSELVES AND GLANCE AWAY &amp;nbsp;COMMENTS..... WE DO ONLY COMMENTS AND SUCH STUFFS IF WE ARE TOLD TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING WE SAY &quot;ARE CHOR NA KAUN MATHA LAGAYEGA...WAISE AAJ KA KYA PLAN HAI&quot;.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;THIS IS OUR WAY OUR STYLE AND OUR ATTITUDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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LOVE ME OR HATE ME ITS YOUR WISH I WILL BE WHAT I WAS YEARS BACK ONLY VALUE HAS CHANGE IN PAST I WAS EASILY AVAILABLE SO I WAS CHEAP,BUT NOW I AM VALUABLE PEOPLE FIND DIFFICULT TO PURCHASE ME....THEY SPENT MAJOR PART OF INVESTMENT JUST TO TAKE ME HOME....MY HIGHER VALUE ENCHANCES THERE PRESTIGE AND RESPECT.......SOME EVEN STEAL ME JUST FOR MAKING EASY HARD MONEY BY SELLING MY PURITY......SOME EVEN STEALS MY PURITY JUST TO MAKE HIGH PROFIT.....WHEN MY VALUE FALLS EVERY PERSON POUNCES ON ME BUT WHEN I RISE TO POWER...EVERY ONE CHEATS ME AND TAKES BACK...NO BODY TAKES THIS SLUT HIS HOME BECAUSE OF THE VALUE BUT SOME SELLS THIS SLUT INTO THE MARKET TO THE PEOPLE JUST FOR PAPER... ON OCASSION I AM GIVEN A POSITION BESIDE MY BOSS...AND THAT TIME TOO THIS SLUT IS WORSHIP...I HAVE BEEN GIVEN POWER BY MY BOSS TO CHANGE THE FORTUNE OF THOSE WHO TAKE ME TO THERE HOUSE....MY BOSS ALSO PROVIDED ME WITH THE RESPONSIBILITY TO SECURE THE MEMBERS FROM ANY BURDEN WHICH MAY FALL UNKNOWINGLY...MY DRESS CODE VARIES WITH MY WEIGHT AND SIZE SOMETIMES I AM ALSO TAKEN NAKED TO THE HOUSE....100 PEOPLE STARES AT ME LIKE HUNGRY WOLVES AS IF READY TO POUNCE WHEN EVER THEY GET A CHANCE....&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LIKE NON OTHER WE ARE GIVEN BIRTH AT THE SAME TIME 100 to 1000 ARE PRODUCE AT THE SAME TIME.....WE ARE EVEN SACRIFICE FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY...THUGS MAFIA LEADERS EXCHANGE US BETWEEN CITIES AND NATION FOR OTHERS....OUR PURITY IS TEST EVERYTIME WE ARE SOLD....SOME EVEN MORTIGAZE US TO THE HUNGRY MONEY LENDERS FOR NOTES........ WE ARE HELPLESS WE DO WHAT PEOPLE MAKE US TO DO..BUT STILL WE DON&#39;T COMPLAIN.....OUR PROVERBS ARE MADE TO INSPIRE PEOPLE......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; WHAT WE WERE AND WHAT WE WILL BE ALWAYS.....WE ARE &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOLD &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; WHICH CHANGES FORTUNE OF ONES WHO TAKES US......&lt;/div&gt;
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YOU KNOW WHAT WE CONSIDER A SIN WHEN WE DO SOMETHING WHICH WE BELIEVE &amp;nbsp;DISRESPECTS THE GODEDDESS......WE LIKE TO WORSHIP THEM ON THE EVE OF PUJAS WE PRAY TO THEM TO PROTECT &quot;OUR FAMILY&quot; AND GIVE US THE STRENTH TO LIVE IN A LIE THAT ITS NOTHING WRONG.....WHY....GOT CONFUSED WE PRAY TO PROTECT OUR FAMILY BUT ONLY OUR FAMILY REST WE CONSIDER THEM GOING TO HELL...THATS OUR BELIEVE WE ARE BECOMING NOTHING BUT &amp;nbsp;A SELFISH BR*T..........WE SHOULD BE GIVEN THE AWARD OF SELFISHNESS......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOMETIMES I GUESS &amp;nbsp;FAMILIES DO IT RIGHT TO KILL IF A GIRL IS BORN?WHAT WILL SHE DO IF SHE IS GIVEN A CHANCE TO SEE THE WORLD....NOTHING IN FACT IF SHE WANTS TO DO SOMETHING THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO SUPPORT IF SUPPORTED BY SOMEONE THEN THERE WILL BE HUNGRY WOLVES DYING TO EAT HER SOFT FLESH.........A GIRL GETS KIDNAP FROM ANOTHER LOCALITY....IF SOMEONE COMES FORWARD TO HELP WE ADVICE THEM NOT TO FALL INTO THE MATTER BECAUSE SHE WAS NOT OUR RELATIVE,FAMILY OR FRIEND WE JUST SIT AND STARE AT THE HEADLINES.....SERIOUSLY THIS IS OUR MINDSET AND WHEN SHE IS FOUND DEAD R IN A UNEXPLANABLE SITUATION WE TOOK OUT CANDEL MARCH..........AND ALL SUCH STUFFS...........MEANS IF A GIRL WANT TO GAIN RESPECT SHE SHOULD BE BLESSED WITH SUPER NATURAL POWERS OR SHOULD HAVE DIED IN UNEXPLANABLE CONDITON....THATS THE FACT.......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 99.95 PERCENT OF BOYS THINKS WRONG ABOUT A GIRL...IF A GIRL DOES SOMETHING TO PROTECT HER SELF RESPECT OR DUE TO ODD TIMES SHE IS AWARDED WITH A CHARACTERLESS WOMAN.........&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;WE ARE NOTHING BUT A CRIMINAL WHO ARE HELPING THE CRIMINAL INSTEAD.....BY NOT TAKING NECESSARY ACTION WHEN NECESSARY&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;WE EASILY SAY WHAT IS THE REASON TO SCARE ............I SAY WHAT IS THE REASON TO FEEL FREE AND UN SCARED ANSWER WOULD BE NIL...A GIRL GETS KIDNAP FORM THE MIDDLE ROAD...WE JUST SHARE R LIKE THE POST ON FB..OUR JOB IS OVER WE HAVE DONE WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO.....THATS IT... AND NOW WE ARE AGAIN A FREE CITIZEN..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I WANTED TO STUDY BUT NO ONE SUPPORTED I WANTED TO PLAY NO ONE SUPPORTED I WAS CORNED WITH THE BURDEN OF EARNING...TO WORK DAY AND NIGHT COMBINE EVERY DROP OF SWEAT AND BLOOD AND EARN LIVELY HOOD NOW WHEN I HAVE BECOME A PROFESSIONAL STALL SELLER MY OWN FOES GIVES ME THE TITLE OF &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;USELESS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot; OUTSIDERS LOOK AT ME AS IF TRYING TO SAY UR POSITION IS HERE....U WERE BORN TO WORK HERE.....EVERY MINUTE EVERY SECOND I WAS CURSED....I FELL INTO LOVE A TRAP I SURRENDER HER MY HEART SHE BROKE IT LIKE A GLASS WHY?????BECAUSE I WAS NOT ABLE TO PROVIDE HER LUXUARY COMFORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I WAS MARRIED TO A GIRL WHO STAYED IN MY LOCALITY BUT NO CHANGE OCCURED EXCEPT FOR THERE WAS AN INCREASE IN LIST FOR THE CURSERS MY WIFE....,DAY ENDED NIGHT APPROCHED BUT MY LIFE STAYED AS IT WAS....I HAD BECOME A FATHER BLESSED WITH A CHILD &amp;nbsp;I WANTED TO GIVE HER GOOD EDUCATION...BUT I WAS ALONE FAMILY WANTED HER TO WORK.....SHE WAS ALSO GIVEN THE SAME BURDEN....SHE HAD GROWN....SHE WAS TEASED...SHE OPPOSED BUT WAS TURNED DOWN BY HER FAMILY....THE TIME HAD TAKEN TURNED I HAD STARTED TO EARN WELL I WAS GIVEN THE TITLE OF &quot;RESPECTED CITIZEN&quot; I HAD FOES WHO RESPECTED ME......TRIED BEST TO IMPRESS ME MY WIFE HAD BECAME A MOST POPULAR FACE IN KITTY PARTIES....MY DAUGHTER GAIN A DOMINENT POSITION IN THE SOCIETY POLICE MINISTER BECAME CLOSE FRIENDS.......TIME FLEW LIKE BREEZE BUT BREEZE STOPPED AFTER A TIME I WAS LYING COVERED IN WHITE CLOTH.....MY EARNINGS WERE STOLEN BY THE RELATIVES AND FOES I WAS CURSED AGAIN BY MY FAMILY...I SITTING IN THE SKY WANTED TO ASK WAS IT MY MISTAKE OF BROKEN DREAMS WAS IT MY MISTAKE OF UNFAITHFUL PEOPLE WAS IT MY MISTAKE OF OPPOSING EVIL DEED WAS IT MY MISTAKE....WAS IT MY MISTAKE...I WANTED A CHANCE BUT GOD TOLD THAT IT WAS TOO LATE TOO LATE TO REALISE THE MISTAKE... I SAW MY WIFE....SHE HAD TAKEN WRONG WAY SHE WAS EARNING BUCKS.......SHE PUT HER DAUGHTER INTO THE SAME WORK THEY WERE EARNING WELL BUT WERE LOOSING THERE RESPECT.....I WAS SAD..I WANTED TO GO DOWN TO SAVE BUT I WAS STOPPED BY AN ANEGEL.....FRUSTRATED I ASK THE ANGEL &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;WHAT WAS MY MISTAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; WHY I WAS FACING THIS STUFF I GOT A SMILING REPLY&lt;br /&gt;
U WERE FACING THIS PROBLEMS BECAUSE UR MISTAKE WAS U WERE A COWARD&lt;br /&gt;
COULD&#39;NT STAND UP WITH THE TRUTH COULD&#39;NT IDENTIFY THE PERSON CORRECTLY....U KNOWED EVERYTHING BUT STILL CHOOSE THE WRONG WAY.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I ASKED THE ANGEL THEN WHY DIDN&#39;T GOD SHOWED ME THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;
HE TOLD GOD ALWAYS SHOWED YOU THE WAY BUT U COULDN&#39;T IDENTIFY IT IN FIRST PART U WERE BUSY IN EARNING LIVELIHOOD IN SECOND PHRASE U WERE BUSY EARNING FALSE FRAME.......U COULDN&#39;T UNDERSTAND SIMPLE LOGIC THAT LIFE GOES ON ITS OWN WAYS U HAVE TO LIVE ON YOUR OWN TERMS &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;U DECIDE WHAT A LIFE U WANT NOT LIFE DECIDE WHAT U WILL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;....LETS &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;PROBLEMS BECOME UR TEACHER NOT YOUR MASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; LET THE &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;SUCCESS RULE DOWN LET IT BECOME AN INSPIRATION&lt;/span&gt;......WHEN THIS THING U WOULD UNDERSTAND UR PROBLEMS WOULD BE SOLVE...... I UNDERSTOOD AND BEGGED TO HELP MY FAMILY..ANGEL SMILED ONCE AGAIN AND I FELT AS IF SOMEONE HAS KICKED ME HARD...............&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I WOKE UP IN MY BED I SAW EVERYTHIG WAS NORMAL AS USUAL I WAS WOKE BY DAD BY A KICK.....MOM ABUSING ME I WAS HAPPY I HAD SEEN AND LEARN THE TRUTH.....I NOW &amp;nbsp;UNDERSTAND THE MISTAKES...WHAT I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;BE BRAVE BE TRUTHFUL BE JOLLY BE THE RULER OF UR OWN BE WHAT YOU ARE...YOU WILL PASS EVERY UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS......&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOD&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;DEMON&lt;/i&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The title may seem to be a little confusing to some but it has its true value because in this world&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;everthing has a value&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;....We always say that money has its value..true but upto what extent?have we ever think of this..No...Actually money functions both as an evil and god..It is God for those people who earns by hardwork by combining pain and blood and turning there ability into hardwork..otherwise money r also earn by those people who doesn&#39;t combine there own but they suck up others effort into themselves.... Now a days we see people saying that money can do anything!!YES absolutly true it can do anything it has second place after God but many times it has been given a place of God too..... Politicians,Police,Goverement officials every where they take bribe to make there home of gold r more to say to live in golden palace... If you want to roam free in society inspite of commiting crime just provide a few bucks and here you are a respected citizen of society.... If you have power of money then you are the ruler of the society......Rape,Murder,Haressment,kidnapping and other activities which a respected criminal person does is given as a Right of criminal activities under section{who knows except the crimnials}Any right violeted by any person then he would be considered as a criminal and all cases from past when he was not born also will be rectrospectively thrush onto his head... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL YOU NEED IS MONEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But still inspite of above &amp;nbsp;faults we can&#39;t consider as evil because money acts as a god for many people and society also..A beggar begs for money and earns his bread..because &lt;b style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;everthing has a value &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;similary people work day and night just for earning bread creating and fulfilling there dream... Some donate there life earnings for welfare of societies!!!WHY? because they know the real value of pain and blood they have seen harsh times...&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;MONEY IS A BACKBONE OF A BODY BUT IT CAN&#39;T BE CONSIDER AS AN NERVOUS SYSTEM.....MONEY CAN BECOME A TEACHER BUT U NOT A MASTER....IF WE COULD JUST UNDERSTAND THIS SILLY STUFFS WORLD WOULDN&#39;T HAVE BEEN SUCH HARSH....CRIMINALS ACTS CAN BE STOPPED IF WE COULD UNITE OUR STRENGTH INTO OUR MISSION..IF WE COULD UNDERSTAND THE REAL WEAKNESS OF BLACK MONEY WE COULD EASILY WIN THE FIGHT......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Truth is the only thing which we see from our naked eyes..what eyes told you is correct rest are all wrong.....We always tend to forget that in this practical world illusions are more than truth...people let &amp;nbsp;us see what they want us to see..and we think we are seeing what we want.....we are totally fooled by there tricks and illusions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Some of us goes to the baba&#39;s and tantric thinking they have supernatural powers or vardan from GOD AND GODDESS&#39;S...or more specifically to say they are messengers of God which is a truelly sh*t..&lt;br /&gt;
Some may have or may be but all are not....We have heard the news of some baba&#39;s who have been jailed for harrasment corruption cases....but we still are not awake...if one baba&#39;s turns to be a cheat we follow a second baba if he also we follow third.....why can&#39;t we just think that if they were messeger of god or follwers of god then they wouldn&#39;t have utilize the money for there own comfort...inspite they would have utilize for the society welfare...temples are been serve cores cores gold ornaments...flowers sweets are been offered to god everyday....but if a beggar ask for some food we give them a penny...is this what we should do....i am not saying that don&#39;t believe in God believe or God doesn&#39;t exist it exist otherwise miracle couldn&#39;t happen....but i am just saying believe in yourself first first try to become human...and learn humanity....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RITUALS CUSTOMS ARE MADE BY US.....OUR BELIEVE MAKES THEM STRONGER AND TRUST MAKES US TO FOLLOW....window can&#39;t marry undercasting denied of womens in religious temples are the rules made by GOD really !! Then why didn&#39;t he make the rest of the law...&lt;br /&gt;
Did he make the security in charge the baba&#39;s really!! then where the baba&#39;s at time of disaster why can&#39;t they &amp;nbsp;help....Think a beggar sleeps on the road empty stomach beside a temple and temple official doesn&#39;t allow them to enter...why because of races....and if a millionare of same race comes he will alowed why because his money power has changed his race....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When any rape cases comes forward we all support it we took out candle march do debates amend new laws...strikes etc are frequent and more common thing &amp;nbsp;they are just for publicity and after a day or two again same thing whistling teasing and all sorts of sh*t starts...after Damini rape case has delhi tottally been secured for woman?NO,if u look out reports will say that the teasing women harrasing her has not decrease..WHY??answer is just because our view or mindset hasn&#39;t change....A girl wearing shots are teased when they told someone majority gives advice like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BETA US ROUTE SE MATH JA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNPE DHYAN MATH DE CHOTTE KAPRE PEHANEGI TOH YAHI HOGA MAWALIYO KE MUU MATH LAG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;........seriously...why such nonsense why can&#39;t we say &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;JA US ROUTE BATAMIZE KARE TOH DOH LAGA DE....LATHI LE KE JA...MUU TOD DE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..why just because she is a girl... do we have to remember our hero&#39;s who were also a lady but had given a hardnock answer to there enemy&#39;s......we think of society etc but we forget that we are also a part of society society terms exits because of us......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A gang of five harresing a women in middle of the road if one comes to rescue he will be bitten r murder or harresed we think this way and leave the situation unsolved but have we think in a different way that what if public of 20-25 or even 6 or whole public starts to harresess the gang tease them yess!!they will feel humiliated .....what if a gang of girl does this yes they will die in shame.....Remember that because of you only we have got a chance for seeing this world...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IGNORING IS NOT ALWAYS THE PERFECT SOLUTION IT MAY LEAD TO ENCOURAGEMENT AND DISASTER....TRUSTING EVEN IF HEARTS DENIES IS NOT GOOD...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND BELIEVE IN YOURSELF IS THE ULTIMATE SOLUTION FOR ANY PROBLEM.......&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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LIFE- &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Investment or Risk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The above phrase may look simple to understand but actually its quite complex like a human &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;DNA &lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the most precious thing which we have in the world.... we all might have read or heard some one say But did we actually ever wonder &lt;b&gt;what is life??&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ask anyone you will get maximum answer life is the thing which we get from our parents.Some other say that he/she is my life my parents etc etc..... True,but not fully I consider life is nothing but a big business which an individual is running everyday every minute every second.The only time we stop this big business is at the time we totally&amp;nbsp;dissolute&amp;nbsp;it(death).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To run any business we require investment and considered risk always.Life also contains &lt;u&gt;investment and risk.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I bet you must be wondering what is investment in life and some might have guessed the risk also..lets see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lets say when you are born the materials you consume like food medicine etc money spent on your upbringing is an investment..when you grow the studies learning any other activity like sports etc are an investment when you grow old you fall in love with the person the love is an investment when you grow older happiness of your children,family is an investment in your life this are investment which boost your morale and willingness to live..On death you have&amp;nbsp;achieved&amp;nbsp;everything and your business&amp;nbsp;dissolute&amp;nbsp;with profits which you take with you..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;RISK&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;are also a essential part of any business since there is no such business which doesn&#39;t contain any risk...Now some of you may have got the idea of risk specially student if i guessed correctly-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you are born the risk of mis cardiage...when you grow the risk of wrong influence,wrong deeds when you grow older the risk of &amp;nbsp;bad studies failure break-ups,dishonesty which destroys your morale support and you want to end the business very soon by&amp;nbsp;committing&amp;nbsp;sh*t stuffs like suicide etc when you become&amp;nbsp;older or advance to old age the risk of bad&amp;nbsp;behavior&amp;nbsp;of your family towards you..and when you die&amp;nbsp;you take all risk with you leaving behind happiness for your loved ones..........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Thus Life may be consider as a business with &lt;u&gt;investment&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;risk&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Beggar&#39;s who are also known as Bikhari&#39;s are the people who have sold there self respect due to some reason have came in such a postion that they have to survive on the penny thrown by others the passerby&#39;s who feel pity give them little penny or its better to say that they give them a little thing which they may survive on this continues as day endss&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I was also one of them who use to feel pity on the poor beggars and hated those who coudn&#39;t part with a penny due to there greediness ..but soon i realized that what is seen is not always a true description.... Reason nothing but just a single word...trafficking... human trafficking.People have now found a new business to earn without any hard work or any investment...they collect a certain percent of commission from the beggars daily earning..and in return give them a place to beg....some even take the whole earning. and in return give them the liquor to drink..There are plenty of cases of kids kidnapping and then using them to for the purpose of begging so that they could attract attention of passerby&#39;s and gain there pity...&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Due to these stuffs solution came and best was that to give them any eatables such as biscuits or food packets but sorry to say that this isn&#39;t is also helping since now the beggars whom we give any eatables don&#39;t eat but store them and again ask to the next passerby&#39;s and then after the day they give them to local goons which are later sold in the market for some price..&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Indeed Begging is turning into a growing business...We say that India has a lot of poor person...but i say India has a lot of businessman in form of poor person...There are cases of human trafficking and many social organisation are engage to fight to these stuffs but due to arise of such new methods of business..it has become very difficult to whom to help and how to help as we want to help the poor person not the person who are helping themselves through the poor...&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I believe that anyone who are willing for social service should not give money to the poor or any food packets but should collect money and after some period and a lesser or same or more to the saved sum and donate to the NGO&#39;s.. If someone want donate food packets its better to give them in paper plates the cooked foods so that they may not be able to sale...,,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know how much this method will help but i believe that this may solve our problems of &quot;How to help&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;LOVE
&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;
we&amp;nbsp; know&amp;nbsp; is&amp;nbsp;
a&amp;nbsp; four&amp;nbsp; letter&amp;nbsp;
word&amp;nbsp; but&amp;nbsp; when&amp;nbsp;
it&amp;nbsp; happens&amp;nbsp; it&amp;nbsp;
becomes&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; pain&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; pain&amp;nbsp;
which&amp;nbsp; does&amp;nbsp; not&amp;nbsp;
have&amp;nbsp; any&amp;nbsp; cure. It&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
becomes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lifetime disease. Love&amp;nbsp; is actually&amp;nbsp;
the&amp;nbsp; feeling&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp;
heart&amp;nbsp; which&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp;
heart&amp;nbsp; expresses&amp;nbsp; through&amp;nbsp;
the&amp;nbsp; medium&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp;
human&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; it&amp;nbsp;
is&amp;nbsp;
immortal......................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24.0pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; VIVEK : WOW&amp;nbsp; NICE&amp;nbsp;
BUDDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; ROHAN: THANKS&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; VIVEK : SO&amp;nbsp; IT&amp;nbsp; IS&amp;nbsp;
FOR...............HER&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; ROHAN: YOU&amp;nbsp; KNOW.......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;VIVEK: WHY&amp;nbsp; DON&#39;T&amp;nbsp; YOU&amp;nbsp;
TELL&amp;nbsp; YOUR&amp;nbsp; FEELING&amp;nbsp;
TO&amp;nbsp; HER&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ROHAN: &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; AM&amp;nbsp; SCARED&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;VIVEK: WHY?????&amp;nbsp; ROHAN: I&amp;nbsp;
AM&amp;nbsp; SCARED&amp;nbsp; THAT&amp;nbsp;
I&amp;nbsp; WILL&amp;nbsp; LOSE&amp;nbsp;
HER&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; VIVEK: DON&#39;T&amp;nbsp; BE&amp;nbsp; SILLY&amp;nbsp;
JUST&amp;nbsp; SAY&amp;nbsp; IT&amp;nbsp;
MAN&amp;nbsp; OR&amp;nbsp; ELSE&amp;nbsp;
IT&amp;nbsp; WILL&amp;nbsp; HAPPEN&amp;nbsp;
THAT&amp;nbsp; SOMEONE&amp;nbsp; ELSE&amp;nbsp;
WILL.....................&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;HI&amp;nbsp; GUYS..........&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;VIVEK: HEY........ KAVITA&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;HI&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
ROHAN&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;HI...........&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;SO...........................WHAT&amp;nbsp;
WERE&amp;nbsp; YOU&amp;nbsp; GUYS&amp;nbsp;
TALKING&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ROHAN: NOTHING&amp;nbsp; IMPORTANT.........................&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;VIVEK: YA&amp;nbsp; NOTHING&amp;nbsp;
IMPORTANT..................BUT&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;BUT WHAT???????&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ROHAN: NOTHING................. NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ROHAN: SO&amp;nbsp; HAVE&amp;nbsp;
YOU&amp;nbsp; PREPARED&amp;nbsp; THE&amp;nbsp;
PROJECT &amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp; TOMMOROW&amp;nbsp;
MEETING…… OTHERWISE&amp;nbsp; YOU&amp;nbsp; KNOW&amp;nbsp;
THE&amp;nbsp; BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;KAVITA: YUP&amp;nbsp; YES IT HAS&amp;nbsp;
BEEN&amp;nbsp; 2 WEEKS WHEN TO THE HOLIDAY
AND&amp;nbsp; TOMMOROW&amp;nbsp; IS&amp;nbsp;
THE&amp;nbsp; FIRST&amp;nbsp; DAY&amp;nbsp;
AFTER&amp;nbsp; THE HOLIDAY AND AGAIN&amp;nbsp; DAILY&amp;nbsp;
ROUTIN&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ROHAN: TRULY&amp;nbsp; HOW&amp;nbsp;
THE&amp;nbsp; TIME&amp;nbsp; PASSED&amp;nbsp;
AWAY&amp;nbsp; SO&amp;nbsp; QUICKLY &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;KAVITA: OK BYE…GETTING&amp;nbsp; LATE&amp;nbsp;
FOR&amp;nbsp; HOME&amp;nbsp; AND ROHAN&amp;nbsp;
ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU&amp;nbsp; FOR
THIS&amp;nbsp; LOVELY&amp;nbsp; EVENING&lt;br /&gt;
BYE..............(TOGETHER)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;VIVEK:WHY&amp;nbsp; DON&#39;T&amp;nbsp;
YOU&amp;nbsp; TELL&lt;br /&gt;
THAT&amp;nbsp; U&amp;nbsp;
LOVE&amp;nbsp; HER.........FROM&amp;nbsp; CLASS&amp;nbsp;
10&amp;nbsp; YOU&amp;nbsp; ARE FOLLOWING&amp;nbsp;
HER&amp;nbsp; WHY&amp;nbsp; DON&#39;T&amp;nbsp;
YOU TELL&amp;nbsp;
BUDDY.........................................&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ROHAN:&amp;nbsp;
TELL&amp;nbsp; WHAT&amp;nbsp; THAT&amp;nbsp;
I&amp;nbsp; AM&amp;nbsp; DEAD.....................AND&amp;nbsp; ONLY YOU&amp;nbsp;
TWO&amp;nbsp; CAN&amp;nbsp; SEE&amp;nbsp; ME&amp;nbsp; BECAUSE&amp;nbsp;
YOU&amp;nbsp; TWO&amp;nbsp; WERE&amp;nbsp;
CLOSE TO&amp;nbsp; MY&amp;nbsp; HEART.............&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;VIVEK: YES&lt;br /&gt;
TELL&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HER...........TELL&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HER &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;THE &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;TRUTH &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;THAT&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LOVE &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;HAS KILLED&amp;nbsp;
YOU&amp;nbsp; SHE&amp;nbsp; MUST&amp;nbsp;
KNOW&amp;nbsp; THAT&amp;nbsp; IF&amp;nbsp;
YOU&amp;nbsp; WOULDN&#39;T&amp;nbsp; GIVE&amp;nbsp;
HER&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp; PUSH&amp;nbsp;
THAT&amp;nbsp; DAY&amp;nbsp; ON&amp;nbsp;
THE&amp;nbsp; OTHER&amp;nbsp; SIDE&amp;nbsp;
OF&amp;nbsp; THE ROAD&amp;nbsp; THEN&amp;nbsp;
SHE&amp;nbsp; WOULD&amp;nbsp; BE DEAD&amp;nbsp;
AND&amp;nbsp; IT&amp;nbsp; WAS&amp;nbsp;
YOU&amp;nbsp; WHO MADE&amp;nbsp; THE&amp;nbsp;
WILL&amp;nbsp; THAT&amp;nbsp; AFTER&amp;nbsp;
YOUR&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DEATH&amp;nbsp; YOUR&amp;nbsp;
EYES WILL &amp;nbsp;BE &amp;nbsp;DONATED &amp;nbsp;TO &amp;nbsp;KAVITA..................&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ROHAN: I &amp;nbsp;KNOW..................I &amp;nbsp;HAVE &amp;nbsp;NOT
&amp;nbsp;DONE &amp;nbsp;ANYTHING GREAT &amp;nbsp;FOR &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;HER &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;COULD &amp;nbsp;DONATE &amp;nbsp;ANYTHING &amp;nbsp;MY &amp;nbsp;HEART
TO &amp;nbsp;IF &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;WAS
...................ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;
GUYS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;KAVITA(TOGETHER)&lt;br /&gt;
I &amp;nbsp;HEARD &amp;nbsp;EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;
I &amp;nbsp;DID &amp;nbsp;NOT &amp;nbsp;KNOW
&amp;nbsp;THAT &amp;nbsp;YOU &amp;nbsp;LOVE
&amp;nbsp;ME &amp;nbsp;SO &amp;nbsp;MUCH&lt;br /&gt;
AH..............&lt;br /&gt;
I &amp;nbsp;AM &amp;nbsp;REALLY &amp;nbsp;HAPPY
&amp;nbsp;THAT &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;HAVE &amp;nbsp;SUCH &amp;nbsp;A &amp;nbsp;PERSON &amp;nbsp;WHO LOVE &amp;nbsp;ME &amp;nbsp;SO &amp;nbsp;MUCH.................&lt;br /&gt;
BUT &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;HAVE &amp;nbsp;ALSO
&amp;nbsp;TO &amp;nbsp;TELL &amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOMETHING...............&lt;br /&gt;
I &amp;nbsp;AM ...................DEAD&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT???????(TOGETHER)&lt;br /&gt;
YES...........BECAUSE &amp;nbsp;THAT &amp;nbsp;DAY &amp;nbsp;WHEN &amp;nbsp;YOU &amp;nbsp;PUSH &amp;nbsp;ME
&amp;nbsp;OFF THE &amp;nbsp;ROAD &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;HEARD &amp;nbsp;A
&amp;nbsp;SOUND &amp;nbsp;AND &amp;nbsp;SCREAMING &amp;nbsp;OF &amp;nbsp;SOME
PEOPLE &amp;nbsp;WHO &amp;nbsp;TOLD &amp;nbsp;THERE
&amp;nbsp;HAS &amp;nbsp;BEEN &amp;nbsp;ACCIDENT............&lt;br /&gt;
AND &amp;nbsp;LATER &amp;nbsp;WHEN &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;CAME &amp;nbsp;TO
&amp;nbsp;KNOW&amp;nbsp;
FROM &amp;nbsp;HENA&amp;nbsp; MAID THAT &amp;nbsp;YOU &amp;nbsp;HAD
&amp;nbsp;AN &amp;nbsp;ACCIDENT &amp;nbsp;AND &amp;nbsp;DIED &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING &amp;nbsp;AND &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;COULD &amp;nbsp;NOT &amp;nbsp;BEAR &amp;nbsp;IT
&amp;nbsp;AND.......................&lt;br /&gt;
AND &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;AM &amp;nbsp;STILL
&amp;nbsp;ROAMING &amp;nbsp;BECAUSE &amp;nbsp;OF &amp;nbsp;YOU.................&lt;br /&gt;
I &amp;nbsp;LOVE YOU....................&lt;br /&gt;
AND &amp;nbsp;THEN &amp;nbsp;THE &amp;nbsp;TWO
&amp;nbsp;WENT&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;VIVEK &amp;nbsp;WAS &amp;nbsp;SHOCKED &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;HE &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;STAND
&amp;nbsp;SPEECHLESS &amp;nbsp;SEEING &amp;nbsp;THE
&amp;nbsp;TWO &amp;nbsp;GOING .................GOING..........AND
DISSAPERED.&lt;br /&gt;
LoVe &amp;nbsp;is &amp;nbsp;really..............when &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it &amp;nbsp;happens &amp;nbsp;It &amp;nbsp;just
&amp;nbsp;happens &amp;nbsp;and sometimes &amp;nbsp;it .........turns &amp;nbsp;out &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to &amp;nbsp;be &amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;great
&amp;nbsp;sacrific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f3f3f3; color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial black&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;There are some people in the world who take
interest in the paranormal or supernatural activities who believe that there
exist a world which we cannot see which we cannot feel a world of dead were the
dead are is habitants and who always tries to make us also one of
them……………………..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial black&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; was also one of them who had an interst in
such supernatural activities and in urban legend and use to surf the net in
order to know about them.One of my friend jacky was also having a similar keen
interst in paranormal activities whenever we met we use to share ghostly or
spooky stories or share the witnesses view on the such stories.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial black&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One
day one of my co mates told jacky about one of the Indian urban legend he came
across previous night while surfing on the internet.he told that he had read
about the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hornsey_Lane_Bridge&quot; title=&quot;Hornsey Lane Bridge&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;&quot;&gt;Hornsey Lane Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;which passes over Archway Road.for some reason it was known as a spot
for notorius sucide.nobody could explain the reason and some of the habitant of
that area believe that it was haunted by the spirit of Sir William who was
killed by his friend for the sake of property and whos wife jumped from the
bridge commiting sucided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial black&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt;Since
I had a great enthusiasm in the paranormal activities I decided to check it out
myself.In the night I slipped out off the house quietly as I knew that if they
awake then I did not stand a chance to go out of the house.So that very night I
just slipped out and and after an hour I reached the spot for notorious
sucide.As I reached there a cold and bitter wind began to blew and&amp;nbsp; strange noise began to enter my ears like
screaming of lady and a hesitating picture of a women jumping off the bridge
began to appear.Suddenly a hand came from back pressing my shoulder I turned
back and saw a man dressed in black coats addressing himself as Whale and
inviting me to his house to spent the rest of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial black&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Since the night was cold and I could not
oppress the warmth invitation by the gentleman I agreed.as we reach his cottage
a women came outside to greet us and a child came running and took my arms
pulling me inside.But as soon as I was to enter the cottage my phone rung it
was jacky.I inform him that I was near a cottage beside the bridge.he told that
there is no cottage and the one which was there was pull down ten years ago.I
was confused and told him everything.As he replied after it was clear that he
was in horror.He told me in a hesitating way not to enter the cottage and to be
were were I was and not to move a single inch.he was reaching there in thirty
minutes.As he came he called my name and ask were was the cottage as I turned
to show him cottage was not there it had just disappeared and I was standing at
the edge of the bridge if I had not listen to jacky had taken one step into the
house then it would have been my last step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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