tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15074817459562004672023-05-07T15:05:17.386+05:30Digging around about Life's situations and events... exploring experiences... with a dash of philosophy thrown in, in addition to thoughts on relationships one comes across in Life.Venicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908965024855834041noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507481745956200467.post-31030467296447733302018-12-07T13:50:00.000+05:302018-12-07T13:50:42.590+05:30

I am back, after a lengthy hiatus from this blog. I had been away because I felt unfulfilled with my blogging. I wrestled for many months wondering what was missing, until I realized today that it was the 'casual, fun, simple old blogging days' that I missed. As digital media and platforms progressed, so did blogging. The present blogging scene is filled with Alexa rank, Google Page rank

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As a kid, I was fascinated by the Indus Valley Civilization. Mohenjo-daro and Harappa’s advanced towns and systems awed me. So it was a great delight to know that Vineet Bajpai had woven a story around these ancient yet futuristic civilizations. If you love ancient geography, history, and mythology, Harappa - Curse of the Blood River is a captivating read. What’s the Story About? The

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PC When you read a title like ‘A Walk in the Rain - A journey of love and redemption’ you know you’re set for a story that needs to be accompanied by a hot cup of tea/coffee, and a cozy nook. This story covers the genres of romance, drama, thriller, and action - in all the right amounts. What’s the Story about? The protagonists of the story are Sunny, a reclusive man haunted by his

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The Peshwa impresses you right from the cover. Bold colours of powerful red and gold dominate the scene with a rider astride his war horse, radiating raw strength and ferocity through his eyes and body language. The book retains its magnetic hold on you throughout and you will find it extremely difficult to put it down for even a moment. It’s a real page turner and keeps you hungering

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Graffiti stands by its name. This modern novel is mainly narrated through Vipin. It is through him that we get to meet the other characters like Rene, Agni, Kunal, Upasana and Mark with each of their lives alike to graffiti. You may identify yourself with the characters and the happenings in their lives. From coping with grief over a dead loved on, heartbreak, marital disharmony,

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Shaadi can WAIT! The next time your parents, relatives or neighbours come prodding you about getting married since you’re at ‘that age’, put forward the stories of these 7 Bollywood actresses who are kicking ass in their career! 1. Priyanka Chopra (34) PC This young woman is a trailblazer! From winning the Miss World Crown, proving her mettle in Bollywood, singing with international

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There’s no two ways about this book. It is an intriguing read from start to finish. With characters that are so achingly real and situations that you’ve heard from gossip vines – this novel covers it all in a careful and thoughtful way. IMO: The Bestseller 'He' Wrote ;) Master storyteller Ravi Subramanian weaves his story around the concept of love with all its finesse and flaws that

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I've always loved to curl up with a spooky movie or a chilling book. So I was all thrills when BlogAdda gave the chance to review Vishal Goswami’s horror book Khel – The Writings. I won’t give much away, just the necessary details. Dare to play with Evil! What’s it about? Khel – The Writings turns something as innocuous as a deck of cards into a paranormal entity. The playing

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Why oh why Do you put yourself through this Every time? They just don’t care Except for themselves. Tchah, tchah my dear You’re better off With someone else. Can’t you see their cold eyes Their domineering sneer? Don’t you see the way they smirk And in your misery cheer? They don’t deserve you But more importantly, You don’t deserve them, you know. So say your goodbyes or

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I go through phases when I completely mess up every possible thing. My cooking reflects my moods and situations at that present moment. I'm normally a fairly good cook, but when something sidetracks me, I become the worst cook ever. Simple tasks are muddled and make the situation even worse. I think I just try too hard. Why do I do that? It’s like I'm fighting my inner battles and that destroys

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Taut muscles Pushed beyond hysterical endurance. Nerves strained to the ultimate extreme The jagged splinters of will power Shrieking in mad agony Against the relentless onslaught of punishing abuse. Hungrily reaching out for sweet delicate moments of old-forgotten rest Failing in a micro-second To meet infinite rest... P.S: In our gruelling schedules of life, very often, we

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Sometimes I get dreams that are extremely realistic. The situations and people in them have an 'everyday-normality' about them that it doesn't feel like I'm asleep and dreaming. Even after I awake, I immediately forget that I dreamed. I feel that 'oh, this happened yesterday or something.' Then when I check later to see what happened about so-and-so situation, I find that... it doesn't exist.

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I don’t have just one definition for contentment, at least not right now. The little magical moments of life bring a smile to my face and keep me happy. Right from small kids chasing each other in the garden to being alone, each have a blissful effect on me. However, one activity that always raises my spirit is - Walking. To the amazement of most of my close ones, I love a nice, long walk.

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Challenges inspire you to be much more than what you think you are. It was in the early months of 2010, when for the first time in my life, I was faced with a challenge so realistic that there was nothing else to do than overcome it. My mother at that time had unfortunately suffered from vertigo that left her weak and nearly bed-ridden to carry out her daily tasks of home. A home-keeper

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The concept of personal space is absent in most offices. Gone are the days of cubicles where you could sit secure in your cubby-hole and work away or unwind a little bit without having your co-workers having much knowledge of it. Now are the days of open plan offices where anyone and everyone can see every minute action of yours. There is simply no privacy and no personal space – you are like

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At the laid-back age of 5, one of my favourite pass times was watching my father shave. I would devoutly watch him regularly shaving the bristly hair off his jaws and chin for a look that suited his profession - that of a banker. It fascinated me to see him wet the shaving brush, apply a generous dollop of shaving cream on it, and lather it swiftly all over his stubble. Sometimes he would

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Around the end of the 4th period of class, all 35 eyes would be on the girl sitting near the door who held a medium-sized metal gong and mallet. The moment she would get up from her seat to sound the 'recess' gong, books would be immediately shut, tiffins brought out in a jiffy, and hungry students would wolf down the contents of their lunch-boxes while devouring friends' tiffins at the same

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I've been missing this space... TERRRIBLY!! It feels so much like home here and yet all I've done is open the blogger window, read through a few blog posts and then shut it, though not before wistfully looking at the 'New Post' button. So, why have I not been here? Well, life has thrown a lot of balls for me to juggle. There are too many of them that simultaneously seem to fall down on me. I

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A Role Model used to be an idea I would turn up my nose against. Only low self-esteem, insecure people had role models, not me! And so I believed for around two decades of my life. But ah, the inevitable had to happen. My belief and prejudice had to be shaken out of prideful slumber. I met R*, a normal, common, everyday person, who soon became my exclusive close friend. In R I saw a

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Before I know it My tears are out Rolling down my face Like silver drops. I try so hard  To stop them from flowing But my angst-filled mind  Fails to control them. In the heat of the moment In the passion of rage My tears pour out Like furious rain The tempest within me Urges them on Before I know it I’m a wrecking, bitter storm. I’ve tried so hard To stop it overpowering

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23:56 said Mia's PC desktop Clock. She had finally finished THE Project that would no doubt cut her competition down and catapult her to the archives of History. Her soul at peace, she looked forward to the new horizon that was sure to dawn. Closing the internet tabs at an envious pace, Mia switched off her PC, wrapped up her belongings swiftly, and swung out of the office doors, locking it

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Phoebe from F.R.I.E.N.D.S singing Smelly Cat Lyrics Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you? smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault. They wont take you to the vet you're obviously not their favorite pet you may not be a bed of roses  and your no friend of those with noses. Smelly cat, smelly cat  what are they feeding you smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault! Every 

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 "You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give." ~ Khalil Gibran The sky was smudged with varying shades of bold orange, blossom pink, subtle purple, deep blue and a comforting indigo. They merged unevenly into each other, painting a pleasant canvas behind the dull golden evening Sun. Shyra watched the setting Sun sink

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When I was a kid (ahem, still am)... anyway, when I was a tiny-tot, I would sit glued in front of the TV for a precious one hour, staring with envy at my (then) hair-style idol - Winnie Cooper (of Wonder Years). Her thick, black/brown, straight, long hair had an effect of Cupid's deadly arrow striking me... Day and night, my thoughts revolved around that perfect, heavenly hair... Sighhhh!!!

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The last day. The last few hours. The last few minutes. The last few seconds of 2013. If there is one thing 2013 taught me, it was: Survival. Against all odds. 2013 was the year which showed me the deep well of my will power. This was the year when I found just how much inner strength I possess. There's a saying that God gives tough times to people because He trusts and knows that they have the

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