<?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-18643307</id><updated>2024-09-13T14:42:41.993-07:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="love"/><category term="Women"/><category term="poem"/><category term="poetry"/><category term="Crime"/><category term="motivation"/><category term="India"/><category term="romance"/><category term="Rape"/><category term="death"/><category term="hindi poem"/><category term="hunger"/><category term="environment"/><category term="food crises"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="mother"/><category term="my life"/><category term="Politics"/><category term="War"/><category term="abortion"/><category term="climate"/><category term="female infanticide"/><category term="finance"/><category term="gender selection"/><category term="good thoughts"/><category term="human rights"/><category term="movie"/><category term="north pole"/><category term="poverty"/><category term="sad poem"/><category term="sex selection"/><category term="smile"/><category term="society"/><category term="Bhopal Tragedy"/><category term="Elizabeth Barrett Browning"/><category term="Federal reserve"/><category term="Goa"/><category term="IWD"/><category term="Katherine Mansfield"/><category term="Thiruvalluvar"/><category term="United nations"/><category term="W. H. Auden"/><category term="acid attacks"/><category term="bachelorhood"/><category term="books"/><category term="carbon dioxide"/><category term="celebration"/><category term="child birth"/><category term="children"/><category term="computer"/><category term="darfur"/><category term="dowry"/><category term="economy"/><category term="election"/><category term="energy"/><category term="farmers"/><category term="feelings"/><category term="fun"/><category term="gadgets"/><category term="global warming"/><category term="green house gas"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="health"/><category term="hope"/><category term="ice caps"/><category term="inspiration"/><category term="johann wolfgang von goethe"/><category term="lay off"/><category term="love letter"/><category term="lyrics"/><category term="mandy moore"/><category term="money"/><category term="nicholas sparks"/><category term="nuclear power"/><category term="nuclear weapons"/><category term="ocean"/><category term="pakistan"/><category term="pollution"/><category term="polygamy"/><category term="power generation"/><category term="pregnancy"/><category term="spam"/><category term="starvation"/><category term="story"/><category term="teens"/><category term="tourism"/><category term="usb ports"/><category term="violence"/><category term="wall street"/><title type='text'>  Abhilive ....Breaking Conventions.</title><subtitle type='html'>  My rambling … my madness…The world how i see it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoomview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18643307/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoomview.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18643307/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Abhilash Chandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00585050100369708773</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18643307.post-3462456960053639853</id><published>2015-10-03T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-03T07:57:41.770-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night..</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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Do you ever feel like a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;
Drifting through the wind&lt;br /&gt;
Wanting to start again&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you ever feel so paper thin&lt;br /&gt;
Like a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;
One blow from caving in&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you ever feel already buried deep&lt;br /&gt;
Six feet under screams&lt;br /&gt;
But no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know that there&#39;s still a chance for you&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause there&#39;s a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;
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You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;
And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;
Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;
Like the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Cause baby you&#39;re a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come and show &#39;em what you&#39;re worth&lt;br /&gt;
Make &#39;em go &quot;oh, oh, oh!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby you&#39;re a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come and let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;
Make &#39;em go &quot;oh, oh, oh!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re gonna leave &#39;em falling down down down&lt;br /&gt;
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You don&#39;t have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re original, cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;
If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;
After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;br /&gt;
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow&lt;br /&gt;
And when it&#39;s time, you&#39;ll know&lt;br /&gt;
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You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;
And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;
Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;
Like the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause baby you&#39;re a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come and show &#39;em what you&#39;re worth&lt;br /&gt;
Make &#39;em go &quot;oh, oh, oh!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby you&#39;re a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come and let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;
Make &#39;em go &quot;oh, oh, oh!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re gonna leave &#39;em all in awe-awe-awe&lt;br /&gt;
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Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;
And it&#39;s always been inside of you you you&lt;br /&gt;
And now it&#39;s time to let it through&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Cause baby you&#39;re a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come and show &#39;em what you&#39;re worth&lt;br /&gt;
Make &#39;em go &quot;oh, oh, oh!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby you&#39;re a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come and let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;
Make &#39;em go &quot;oh, oh, oh!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re gonna leave &#39;em all in awe awe awe&lt;br /&gt;
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I cant stop listening this... I always come back to this ... but wake me up before i am older and wiser. Life is all about making mistakes. We cannot be perfect. Unless we make mistake , we haven&#39;t lived. Live through mistakes, that&#39;s when we are alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/avicii/wakemeup.html&quot;&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/avicii/wakemeup.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Feeling my way through the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Guided by a beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t tell where the journey will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They tell me I&#39;m too young to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They say I&#39;m caught up in a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Well life will pass me by if I don&#39;t open up my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Well that&#39;s fine by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So wake me up when it&#39;s all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When I&#39;m wiser and I&#39;m older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;All this time I was finding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I didn&#39;t know I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I tried carrying the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I only have two hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Hope I get the chance to travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I don&#39;t have any plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Wish that I could stay forever this young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Not afraid to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Life&#39;s a game made for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And love is the prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So wake me up when it&#39;s all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When I&#39;m wiser and I&#39;m older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;All this time I was finding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I didn&#39;t know I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Didn&#39;t know I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t know I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t know I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t know (didn&#39;t know, didn&#39;t know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: mangal; font-size: 16px; line-height: 28px;&quot;&gt;उस परी की याद मे... फिर के नाम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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उस खूबसूरत चाँद की याद मे जिसे देख चांदनी भी शर्माये......&lt;/div&gt;
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छोड़ गयी मुझे इस बेरहम दुनिया मे,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;दीन का&amp;nbsp; उज़ाला लूट&amp;nbsp; लिया&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;रात का अँधेरा छोड़ दिया&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;साए की तरह आई वोह ....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;लोगों का कहना है&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;चांदनी बड़ी खुबसूरत&amp;nbsp; है&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;रौशनी को छोड़, लोग अँधेरे को पूजते&amp;nbsp; है&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;हमे क्या पता, दीन या रात कौन खुबसूरत&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;हमे तो बस अँधेरे में जीना है&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;छोड़ यादों को आया इस दूर&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;भीड़ में, इस अनजाने शहर मे&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;लेकिन यादों ने साथ ना छोडा&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;साए ने भी साथ ना छोडा&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;जला डाला तेरी तस्वीर इस सौच मे&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;की तेरी याद अब ना आईगी&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;पर कैसे मीठा सकू उस तसवीर को&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;जो मेरे रूह में बस गई है&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;दिल को मनाया कई बार&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;पर दिल मे एक कसक सी लगी है&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 10.5pt;&quot;&gt;एक अजब सी बेचैनी&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;है&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;वह ना जीने देथी है ना मरने&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;अजनबी गलियो में भटक रहा हू&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;अपने ही घर का पता ढूँढ रहा हू&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;इस कश्म्कश में ना जाने क्या कर बैठा&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ख़ुद पराया हो गया हू&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;किसी हमदर्द ने पूछा मेरे इस दर्द का कारण&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;लब्ज़ो में ना बता सका दिल का हाल&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;कोशिश करता तो भी क्या कहता&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;व्यर्थ की आशा है फीर भी यह अरमान लिए&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;घूम रहा हू कि एक एक बार तुमसे मिल सकूँ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;अपने इस लाचारी का इलाज कर सकूँ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;मेरे इस अधूरे जीवन को पूरा कर सकूँ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;अपने आप से मिल सकू&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Mangal&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;साए की तरह आई वोह…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif;&quot;&gt;- अभिलाष चन्द्र&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The tragedy of the 23 year old brave heart of Delhi who died after the barbaric act of few criminals has evoked response from all parts of the country. People held marches, candle light vigils &amp;amp; a widespread protest in social media. With the continuous spotlight the culprits behind this heinous crime will get the punishment. But is that all we need? Have we learned our lesson?&lt;br /&gt;
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It surprised me that even with this high voltage spotlight on crimes against women nothing has changed. 25 rapes reported were reported while nation protested against Delhi gang rape (http://ibnlive.in.com/news/indias-hall-of-shame-25-rapes-in-a-week-while-nation-protested-against-delhi-gangrape/313166-3.html). Even a reporter who went to protest was groped!!! (http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/delhi/Long-way-to-go-I-was-groped-at-protest/articleshow/17813835.cms). Shouldn’t we protest for them also? A chemical castration &amp;amp; death penalty for the accused will give a strong message but it will not solve the real problems. The mindset of our community has to change.&lt;br /&gt;
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•&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have to stop treating women as commodity.&lt;br /&gt;
•&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Give respect to the womenfolk&lt;br /&gt;
•&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Come out of your shell. Act before something similar happens to your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was browsing my blog &amp;amp; I found an article which I wrote 4 years back. Rape:The national crime of India and other countries http://zoomview.blogspot.in/2008/08/national-crime-of-india-and-other.html. Surprisingly nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Change yourself before you change the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Treat your sister, mother, girlfriends &amp;amp; other women with respect &amp;amp; courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saw English Vinglish (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2181931/&quot;&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2181931/&lt;/a&gt;) today. It was a great movie. I was moved by the theme &amp;amp; the strong performance by the cast.&lt;br /&gt;
This was a different story from a patriarchal society where women fear to go out after dark, where female infanticide is rampant. It was the story of many Indian families. I could see my mother. I could see many mothers in that.&lt;br /&gt;
Last year I wrote an article on this subject. I am&amp;nbsp;re-posting&amp;nbsp;this after few minor changes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Indian culture is a patriarchy which thinks that men should dominate everywhere. We treat women as second class citizens who cannot think or act independently!!! Their ordeal starts even before they are born. We talk about awareness on this sensitive topic. But in a typical traditional Indian family where is the chance for such awareness? Which family gives priority to such ideals? We prefer high grades in exams but what about the awareness and sensitivity towards other lives around us? Which is the right place for such awareness? Is home the best place or at school? Schools will be more interested in securing prizes in so called cultural meets and reality shows but it’s very rare that we hear about any such cultural education being given to the younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This discrimination is a very common sight in most of the Indian families. Even when a girl child is in mother’s womb the so called rules and regulations are created in the family. She can’t do this she can’t do that. It is against our tradition. No women in our family did that …… the list goes on. I can even compile a book bigger than the encyclopedias with such don’t do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of ladies talk about liberation, equality etc. but do they practice this? I believe if a change has to happen around us, first of all we have to change. There is no meaning in complaining about the inequalities in society if we ourselves don’t act on the principles we are preaching. There are many instances when I argued with my mom when she tried to enforce such rules on my sister. It’s anyone guess who won the argument. I lost heavily. There was no constraint on the education, love or any such things in our family among us children. Even my sister got a lot of freedom which is rarely available to other girl child in our society. I appreciate my mom and dad for that. But was she free to do all the things I was allowed to do? Certainly my sister cannot complain but there was this slight difference. She had a second grooming in cooking and other such other small household jobs. This is certainly good but soon it became her duty to do such things when no one was around; I was never asked to do any such thing. Even when I volunteered, many times I was asked to do something suitable for boys; cooking and other such house hold jobs were for womenfolk. No one complained when I did cooking, washing and other such household jobs. But such occasions were very rare. (Life gave me another opportunity to learn cooking but&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s&amp;nbsp;another story)&lt;br /&gt;
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I was very fortunate that I&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;see much discrimination in my family. But this is not the case in most of the other families. Girls are not allowed to study, they are not allowed to go out or mingle with others. In many parts of our country girls are kept like animals. They don’t have proper food, clothes, education. They are not even allowed to dream. Even when such basic things amenities are given she is under tremendous pressure. With 24x7 monitoring by family I don’t think most of them would even get a chance to breathe freely. With such pressure many don’t express their likes and dislikes. They are merely the puppets in the hands of their “strict” family. In my professional and personal life also I have seen many who fear expressing their likes and dislikes. With a heavy baggage of the big don’t do list we cannot expect them to fight the discrimination. They are always at disadvantage. From this perspective, men think that women are weak. They can do whatever they like and they are just another instrument to satisfy their wishes. I cannot complain because no one told them otherwise. From childhood they are fed this notion that they are superior and women are second class citizens with no voice to protest, complain or express their likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;
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We can find the equality in almost all spheres of our life. If we look in our modern families we will see many working super moms who manage the office work and house. How many men help them in their daily “jobs”? In a family the onus should be on both. Men should also take equal responsibility is raising children and doing other household jobs. Many “learned” people believe that women should only do the things allowed by our “culture”. They have to first take care of the children and house. True, I agree but what about the menfolk don’t they have any culture or dharma? When men stay late in parties drinking alcohol they are called sophisticated and when women do such things they are called immoral!!!! (Personally I don’t drink or smoke so usually I don’t get invitations for such parties but still I cannot stop comparing the different perspective.). There are many such examples. Such notions of using different yardstick for same actions should be eliminated from our minds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Women take leave (or even resign) from their job to look after the children &amp;amp; family. How many appreciate this sacrifice?&amp;nbsp;Didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;she study &amp;amp; work hard for her future? And why only she was asked to sacrifice her dreams? Many will say that it’s the duty of the women but&amp;nbsp;isn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;there any duty of men towards this? Have we even heard menfolk taking leave or resigning from job to look after children or family for a long duration?&lt;br /&gt;
Surprisingly many educated highly paid women also don’t object to any such discrimination. In many cases they are not even allowed to manage their own salary. I know a person whose wife is earning as much as he earns. He operates the salary account &amp;amp; all the debit cards of his wife. If she needs any money she will have to ask her husband!!! The accounts of many bachelorettes are managed by their father or someone else from their family. &amp;nbsp;I cannot understand this logic. When they can earn so much why are they not allowed to manage their own finances? &amp;nbsp;I don’t think fathers or wives or any other relatives will even dream to manage or operate the accounts of any man.&lt;br /&gt;
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The attitude and approach of a gentleman who has seen equality at his home will be far different. If the parents teach with action that boy and girl has equal rights and should respect each other’s decisions, wishes then the world will be different place to live altogether. Many men are initially shocked when they see women expressing their ideas and wishes. In their family they never experienced this. So they take shelter in old Indian &quot;culture&quot; (but I wonder do they really know the meaning of culture.) and insult women with their words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;
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For young Mothers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h4&gt;
Please burn that old “don’t do list”. Treat your children equally. If you deny something to a girl child, justify and use the same logic with your son also. If your son can do it then surely your daughter can also do it. From the very first day teach the principles of respect, equality and love to all others without any discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;
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For my sisters&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Raise your voice/concern when you see the discrimination. You will face a lot of opposition but you will have to act. Once you raise your voice there will be many to help you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Frown upon the lewd comments/jokes passed on you&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Act /raise your voice when you see that your dignity is being questioned / threatened&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Leave your friends/boy friends who have this patriarchal idea of male dominated society. This decision will only make your life better.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Give your voice to all those mothers and sisters who are suffering under this age old system. Help them to improve their life.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Respect everyone &amp;amp; treat them with courtesy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don’t do (or say) anything which you don’t want to happen to your family member.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spread awareness on this topic among you friends &amp;amp; family&lt;/li&gt;
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N.B. – I am not part of any feminist movement. I just wrote what I believe to be true. Anyone reading this may have a different opinion. If you want to discuss I am open to any such discussions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read the First part :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://zoomview.blogspot.in/2012/09/are-you-happy.html&quot;&gt;http://zoomview.blogspot.in/2012/09/are-you-happy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You dont need to be better than others just be the best for the right person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are always in a race. We want to get ahead of our friends, colleagues, siblings and everyone else. We do all those absurd things to prove our superiority. But really do we have to? We forget that the world is round and not a flat line. Can anyone tell me who is first, who is last in the circle? We all are running around in circles and expecting to come first!&lt;br /&gt;
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We are too rigid in our life. We try to live life on our own terms. There are very few blessed people who can do that. Most of us are not that strong. We have our own conditions of acceptance for almost all areas of our life. Yesterday I was talking to a person whom I admire &amp;amp; respect a lot. I liked one of the comment made. Ferrari is the symbol of engineering perfection. But will we get real happiness if we drive Ferrari with a stranger who doesn’t care about us? &amp;nbsp;Travelling in an auto rickshaw (&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto_rickshaw&quot;&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto_rickshaw&lt;/a&gt;) will be far more rewarding if we are with people who can understand the spoken words &amp;amp; the un-spoken feelings. We may work hard all life to get Ferrari with our strict conditions and rules but in this process we may alienate the people who love us. &amp;nbsp;We will show our Ferrari to all our friends &amp;amp; relatives but deep within we will be poor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some time back I read an article about a lady in china. She had her own share of failures in life. &amp;nbsp;Her college mates had planned a get together, invited her also. &amp;nbsp;She was not ready to face her old friends with her failures in life and relationships. She put an ad in one of the Chinese social networking sites. &amp;nbsp;She was willing to spend a night with anyone who had a BMW and willing to accompany her for the function. Her social rating would have soared for one night when she goes out with her rich boyfriend driving a BMW. Will she get real happiness by that show –off? Deep within, she will be cursing herself. She was faking happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though most of don’t go up to this extend but aren’t we doing the same at some level? We are saying no to small happiness because our social rating conscious ego doesn’t allow it.&lt;br /&gt;
These are some of the real life questions which I heard from few of my friends and relatives. I cannot disclose the names or identity but all are real ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;How can I be in a job which pays less than my friend who was not intelligent as me? &amp;nbsp;The job will be the most suited for us with satisfaction and mental piece but no we have to get ahead of our buddies to show our salary slip. In new job we may lose our piece of mind but who cares… our ego wins.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;How can I marry someone who is not as handsome as my best friend’s husband? How can I marry a person who doesn’t have the physique of a model to which my sister was married?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I studied up to BTech; how can I marry a mere Software Engineer in India when my colleague’s sister who had only a mere undergraduate degree married a team leader with L1 visa!!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;How can I live in a 2BHK flat when my subordinate just purchased a 4BHK flat?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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What are we trying to prove – that we have a better salary; that our partners are better looking with great physique &amp;amp; intelligence. We are faking happiness sin front of our friends, sisters, brothers, relatives, subordinates but deep within we are hammered every second. We regret the wrong decisions we took but we don’t have the courage to rectify that. &amp;nbsp;We live a life of misery and unhappiness only because our ego didn’t allow it. Our ego may win but we will lose in this race.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pause for a second, look at you, the life you are living. Are you happy with it? Adjust your conditions to allow love and happiness to prosper. Open the doors &amp;amp; windows. Let happiness come and embrace you. &amp;nbsp;You may not win the ego race but you will win the life’s race.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;P.S.: When i was writing this article i saw a very good image in Facebook. I have attached it to the article. I Hope it it&amp;nbsp;royalty&amp;nbsp;free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happiness is a state not a destination. We all have a misconception that if we achieve certain things in life we will be happy. We are always preparing to be happy rather than be happy. We say that if I get good education then I will be happy, then we hunt for a good job, then we say that if I buy that house I will be happy; if I get married to that superstar I will be happy. The list doesn’t ends here. You will start worrying about your children &amp;amp; their future also. Every day of your life you will have something to worry.&lt;br /&gt;
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All these achievements are good but they cannot guarantee your happiness if you don’t change. Happiness is within you, you cannot find it outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a famous story about a common fisherman. Our guy was resting near seashore taking a nap. A business man in suits and tie comes and starts asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Businessman: “Why didn’t you go fishing today?”&lt;br /&gt;
Fisherman: “Yesterday I caught enough fish. Today I can rest and enjoy my day”&lt;br /&gt;
Businessman:”If you had gone fishing today, you would have caught more fish”&lt;br /&gt;
Fisherman:”Why should I catch more fish? I already have what I need”&lt;br /&gt;
Businessman:”With more fish you will have more profit and more savings. With more savings you can buy your own boat. With more profit you can buy more boats and become a successful person”&lt;br /&gt;
Fisherman:”What will I get from this success”&lt;br /&gt;
Businessman:”When you are successful you will be able to enjoy life more. You will be happier. You will be able to come to this seashore to relax more often”&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing this our fisherman smiled and said that he was doing exactly the same; enjoying his life, he was happy &amp;amp; he had enough time to spend on that beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like that businessman we are in pursuit of imaginary happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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The key to happiness is to accept the way you are. You are always special. It is our ego which says that we are good for nothing or that we are bad. You are a miracle, a living being, capable of communicating your thoughts and feelings. Open your eyes and see the blessings you have. Stop worrying about the things you don’t have. &amp;nbsp;You should still work to improve your life but that shouldn’t happen at the expense of ignoring your family &amp;amp; friends. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy every day of your blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t have to be perfect&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don&#39;t have to be loved by everyone&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t need all your dreams to come true&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t have to meet everyone’s expectations&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t have to be always good&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t have to &amp;nbsp;hide your emotions and feelings&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t have to be the smartest and richest person&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t need a perfect figure or body&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t have to compete with anyone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be happy you don’t……&lt;/li&gt;
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The list is very big… you can email me the rest of the items, I will add to the list.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be happy let go your ego, open your arms and embrace the life. Accept the life as it is. Accept the real magic in you. You are a miracle. You are special. You are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continue&amp;nbsp;reading the second part :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faking happiness: Show-off or real?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://zoomview.blogspot.in/2012/09/faking-happiness-show-off-or-real.html&quot;&gt;http://zoomview.blogspot.in/2012/09/faking-happiness-show-off-or-real.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ7pJqYlN0QQNq7kOu4cjyPo_yIzpWy60zx9MUjPLXu-4E1P-RKNfx-9asQFdvmhpOF81_Js-7CqRCSxLXGmN2sbCPBClMhHdT3v7H7jTabU3TsSHOy6Bofptx3OTwrQoaY5Jhw/s1600/candle.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQ7pJqYlN0QQNq7kOu4cjyPo_yIzpWy60zx9MUjPLXu-4E1P-RKNfx-9asQFdvmhpOF81_Js-7CqRCSxLXGmN2sbCPBClMhHdT3v7H7jTabU3TsSHOy6Bofptx3OTwrQoaY5Jhw/s1600/candle.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is a journey through dark. Very often we wait for sunlight hoping that it will remove the darkness from our life. With sunlight, life will be very easy, we can see everything; we can move forward at a great speed but in reality sun doesn’t come very often.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the darkness even if we get a candle we can move forward. We may struggle but we will reach our destination. But almost all of us are waiting at same place waiting for the sunlight. &amp;nbsp;Show courage, have that leap of faith; grab the candle &amp;amp; light it. Life will be full of struggles but you will move forward. You will not be stagnant. When you reach the destination you will be happy with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tiny footsteps will make us happier than a giant leap. Believe in yourself, take that small step forward. Darkness will vanish from the light of your soul. Just start walking…&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Our life is full of stress with deadlines, high expectations
and imaginary success ladder. In this race we often lose ourselves, our values
and principles. Getting a high paid job, getting married to your dream boy/girl,
having a big car and house might not lead to a satisfied life. Even getting
famous with your face in newspapers, TV news etc will not make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCb2PxiaRVmpXJM6v_AG-FvEdYpfJfOJt8_ojAfDXDZR6lp51ZCRbpwjQ-fXiwBT-kXi7YFQeUHgSuJk-XxWpdi27sLT_KIvVqTUNgmnAeo7X5LzYZqYngdsK8rF_iGVeXkCIsQ/s1600/life.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCb2PxiaRVmpXJM6v_AG-FvEdYpfJfOJt8_ojAfDXDZR6lp51ZCRbpwjQ-fXiwBT-kXi7YFQeUHgSuJk-XxWpdi27sLT_KIvVqTUNgmnAeo7X5LzYZqYngdsK8rF_iGVeXkCIsQ/s1600/life.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our life is made of
many days, the series of small acts we do everyday makes our life. You don’t
have to perform miracles to make your life happy. Just do the small acts of
kindness everyday and it will add up to become a great legacy. Enrich every
person who passes your way; touch them in a positive manner. Make at least one
stranger smile with your effort. Pray for them. Do small things with great
passion and love. It is more meaningful than doing big things without passion
and love. &lt;/div&gt;
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Be sincere in your relationships. Go that extra mile for
your loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Pray for the soul – the physical appearance, beauty will
change or destroyed but the mental beauty of your soul will remain with you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Be kind and lead a meaningful life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Many years ago, in a distant land there lived a very simple
man. &amp;nbsp;People used to make fun of his
dreams and his simplicity. Our simple man thought he should do something extraordinary
to get peoples respect. After a lot of thought he decided that he will go the deep
forest for penance. He selected a sublime place for his meditations. Gods were
happy with his devotion. They decided to bless him. The supreme God appeared
before him and asked him what he wanted. From childhood our simple man was
fascinated with moon so he asked the God to create a highway between earth and
moon so that he can reach moon easily. On hearing this strange request, the God
tried to convince our simple man that for constructing such a highway it will
take a lot of effort, steel, cement etc. It was nearly an impossible task. &amp;nbsp;God asked him to ask anything except this. Our
simple man thought for few moments and then asked the God to give him the power
to understand the mind of women. Now it was the turn of God to think. After
thinking a lot God asked our man whether he preferred 4 lane highway or 6 lane
highway to moon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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“He who asks may be a fool for five minutes, He who doesn’t is
a fool for a lifetime” – Chinese proverb&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
No one ever got anything without asking. It is the fear of
failure that prevents us from asking. If we ask we may not get what we want but
if we don’t ask we will never get what we want. You will have to act and stop
merely wishing. Event the mightiest of the animal like Lion has to get out of
his den for hunting. If he is lazy he will die of hunger&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Every arrow that hits the bull’s eye is the result of one
hundred misses. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Practice makes you perfect. Start the art of asking and you
will get more than what you have asked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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I was skimming the newspapers today late morning (some of luxuries because of a mid week holiday); suddenly a small news article caught my attention. The news was about the suicide of a man because he couldn’t get the money for his daughter’s dowry. The amount was only INR 50K plus few other “gifts”. &amp;nbsp;It pains that there is no end for such stories. We call ourselves cultured, educated people. What education and culture do these murderers have? Animals are better than us.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are one of the fastest growing economies on this planet. The rapid commercialization has caused a serious degradation of our value system. Today we are worried about the latest gadgets, glamour, pay checks etc. There is no place for human values, compassion, and love. In our society marriage was considered very sacred, the central pillar around which the society worked. But today this is one of the most profitable business. The love and companionship in the relation is replaced by the paychecks and the status.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The same degradation in human value sustains this demand of dowry. My readers will be surprised that this problem is not limited to the lower, illiterate sections of the society. We can find this menace in all layers of society. &amp;nbsp;People with highest education from IIT’s &amp;amp; IIM’s also demand this!!!This is not a relationship; this is a commercial deal where the girl’s family loses.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lavish and pompous ceremony has become the norm of the day. Rather than talking about the character and beauty of the girl, people talk about the cost of the marriage dress &amp;amp; the finer intricacies of the Kg’s of the gold she wears for the ceremony. &amp;nbsp;Her friends and families try to match her or even improve their own status by adding few more Kg’s of gold to their wedding. There is no harm if one can easily afford this but it is bad, an evil practice when you are forced to do so to maintain the “status” or the norms of the society. I believe there would be a better status if you can give something from your luxury to the poor on your wedding; feed them, cloth them or give some money to those souls who cannot afford a decent marriage function. &amp;nbsp;At least you will have a satisfaction that you did something good and the bonus of smiles and prayers from the people you helped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dowry has become a trend setter in many families. Some families say that their so and so relatives got so much at their son’s marriage and now they will lose face if they don’t demand more!!! &amp;nbsp; They continuously terrorize the poor girl’s families till all their demands are met. &amp;nbsp;Any sensible guy should be ashamed of this. Their families are trading them openly as if they are cattle. The girl’s family pays money to buy such animals for their daughter. My dear brothers have you ever thought about the status you are trying to maintain by being part of such a process? &amp;nbsp;You are no better than a sheep or any other cattle. For me my friends and family are priceless. I will not trade them even if I got all the treasure of this earth. I think this is what is said to every son by their mothers and families but in reality it seems that they are not priceless. We can easily find their value in this trade market.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believed that this system was prevalent only in arranged marriages. Few days back I read an article about the death of 26 year old women. She was working as a manger in a private company. &amp;nbsp;She met a guy through a common friend. After two years of courtship he proposed. Both the families agreed to the relationship. But the guy and his family were demanding dowry before the wedding. The guy even suggested to his fiancée that she should commit suicide if her family cannot meet his demands!!! Being a faithful partner she followed his advice. My heart and prayers are with that pour soul and her family. I don’t know what type of punishment should be given to such devils.&lt;br /&gt;
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The cost and pressure caused by this heinous system is one of the major causes of female infanticide. In many families the moment a girl child is born, the worry starts. Many of my colleagues have daughters. Few months back a new angel came to bless my colleague. After few days of child birth we invited him for a weekend tour to a nearby tourist place. He jokingly said that he cannot spend like before because he has to save for his daughter’s wedding (an event that might happen after 25 years)!!! I liked that he loved his family and cares for them but I would have been happier if he had said that he is saving for his daughters education and for fulfilling her dreams. I know about a dad who worked hard all his life, saving every penny he could save. His daughter’s marriage was great, meeting all the parameters and norms of the society. But unfortunately within one year the marriage ended in divorce. She had only a moderate education. Now her life is in a standstill without any direction or purpose. If he had invested all those resources in her proper education and fulfilling her dreams she would have at least got a decent job and purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;
Now lets us look at some of statistics.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to the figures there was 8391 deaths reported because of dowry in 2012 in India when compared to 6995 deaths in 2000. Surely India is improving its standards. I believe only a very small percentage of the dowry deaths are reported (could be as less as 10%); there are many deaths which go un-reported. The figures show only a tip of iceberg hidden under the complex society rules. There are thousands of others who are living dead because of this system, continuously being abused verbally, physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;
It a high time that we acted against this menace, raising our voice collectively.&lt;br /&gt;
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“We detest daughters! We hate them so much that we kill them before birth. &amp;nbsp;And we kill them after birth! &amp;nbsp;We kill them as they take their first breath. &amp;nbsp;We kill them while they are suckling infants. &amp;nbsp;We kill them as they learn to walk. &amp;nbsp;We kill them as they learn to talk and say ‘mama’ and ‘baba.’ We kill them as they learn to smile and trust, and love, and ask for their favorite foods – mangoes or sweets. &amp;nbsp;We kill them as they learn to play with their friends, and listen to stories about fairies, princesses, and far away dreams. &amp;nbsp;We kill them because we hate them. &amp;nbsp;We kill our daughters in the millions.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Read the full article below&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://genderbytes.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/we-are-a-nation-of-daughter-killers-affirms-india%E2%80%99s-2011-census/&quot;&gt;http://genderbytes.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/we-are-a-nation-of-daughter-killers-affirms-india%E2%80%99s-2011-census/&lt;/a&gt;
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Last day I was burning my calories in gym. I was jogging in treadmill. There was an old film playing on the TV set. The story revolves around a father and mother, their struggles on how they bring up their son. The son goes to colleges, marries a girl and comes back. He mistreats his parents and after selling the family home; he forces his old parents to live in an old age home. This is not a unique theme; we can see the same plot in many movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sad part is that we can see this in real life in many homes. I never understood how someone can be so cruel. In a family there can be difference of opinions. In my own family there were many occasions when I had the strong opinion difference with my dad &amp;amp; mom. I am not proud of those moments &amp;amp; I don’t think either my dad will be. &amp;nbsp;As they become old they may need special attention and care. We may be tired of them but have we ever wondered how many sacrifices they have done for us. How many nights sleep they have lost because of us when we were kids? &amp;nbsp;My mother had carried me in her womb for 10 months, nourishing me, giving her share of oxygen &amp;amp; food. How can I ever repay that? &amp;nbsp;I would have spoiled their many nights sleep with my crying when I was an infant. How about the nights when I was sick &amp;amp; my parents took care of me – sitting, sleeping beside me, hugging me, and giving me the warmth from their body. How can someone forget all these?&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s very sad that we only worry about our comfort. &amp;nbsp;Even the thought of a small sacrifice irritates us. &amp;nbsp;It is a very sad truth that there are many children who conveniently forget about the sacrifices by their parents. Few days ago I visited such a place where I could find many such stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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(http://zoomview.blogspot.in/2012/08/the-august-diary-different-independence.html) I got a lot of love from those mothers. I have only pity for those children who couldn’t enjoy this true love.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;It is a belief that only God can give life. When I look around I can see only person doing that miracle. So if the mothers can give life, there should be some divinity in them. They should be God. What is the use of going to temple or church if you have hurt your mother?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In the old pagan culture, womanhood was considered divine. They commanded respect. Natural elements were considered to be feminine because of the power they held. They called nature “mother nature”. This was true in almost all regions of the planet. But slowly the powerful men conspired against this &amp;amp; created lot of rules in the name of God to grab power. I don’t agree with such bearded learned scholars who oppress this divine creation. &amp;nbsp;God will never hear them because they have already hurt him/her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #4b4b4b; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Tip of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4b4b4b; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;:You should develop your mind to be receptive of good ideas. Never waste your energy in negative thinking. It will drain the life out of you. There will be ups and downs in life. Life is not a smooth road. The world is not fair, it never was &amp;amp; it&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4b4b4b; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You should do your duty passionately with love. I am not saying&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;shouldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;expect any positive&amp;nbsp;result for your labour. You should surely expect but the world&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;stops if you fail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4b4b4b; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;World remembers only the last success you had, they will easily forget the 999 failures you had before. If you fail try once more. The only thing you have to worry is your self&amp;nbsp;conscious. Can you look into the mirror and say that you did your best and&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;hurt anyone intentionally? Then whatever may be&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;end result you will never fail in your own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4b4b4b; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;You may lose few battles but you can win&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;war :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dark clouds are gathering fast in my sky&lt;br /&gt;
The eastern wind has lost its rhythm&lt;br /&gt;
Swirling around me in a deafening roar&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot even hear my heart crying over my dead soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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I opened the window to embrace the coldness&lt;br /&gt;
I gave myself to the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;
The deep cut inside me shivered&lt;br /&gt;
The heart throbbed within me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;trying to break free.&lt;br /&gt;
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It has started raining heavily&lt;br /&gt;
The sky is pouring out,&lt;br /&gt;
coming down rapidly to embrace me&lt;br /&gt;
to comfort me in its hug, wiping my tears&lt;br /&gt;
Washing out all the dirt, all the emotions I had&lt;br /&gt;
Purifying me , strengthening me for the battles that awaits me&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood there watching my last defense fading away with the passing clouds&lt;br /&gt;
Helpless, aimless, emotionless&lt;br /&gt;
Among the ruin, I have nothing else to hold on&lt;br /&gt;
only my shattered dreams and a lifeless soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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The road ahead is slippery&lt;br /&gt;
How can I move forward?&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow I have started walking again,&lt;br /&gt;
Towards the distant rainbow, where dreams meet the reality&lt;br /&gt;
Where the world is not cruel.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I will reach there someday,&lt;br /&gt;
I know I am bleeding, It hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;
But &amp;nbsp;I cannot stop, victory &amp;amp; glory awaits me&lt;br /&gt;
I have to move forward…&lt;br /&gt;
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(It was a cloudy day, with heavy rains. when it started raining I opened my window, felt rain drops on my bare skin, I stood there for few minutes, closing my eyes. There was no rainbow nearby but it should be somewhere, hidden to my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;
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Abhilash&lt;br /&gt;
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I lost my sleep in my wandering&lt;br /&gt;
I searched but didn’t find the peace&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly I am losing myself,&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
It is a strange feeling,&lt;br /&gt;
Never knew it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;
The heart has stopped beating&lt;br /&gt;
There is only a vacuum, a numbness&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot feel anything&lt;br /&gt;
Am I dead or living dead?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lost my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
It is darkness everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
Where am I to go?&lt;br /&gt;
Even the dreams has deserted me&lt;br /&gt;
Can I be in a dream?&lt;br /&gt;
It can’t be, how can I dream with eyes open&lt;br /&gt;
But it can’t be real also&lt;br /&gt;
How much more I have to suffer?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;
I have a big hole in me&lt;br /&gt;
Tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;
It is hurting so deep&lt;br /&gt;
Like a deep cut of knife&lt;br /&gt;
I am slowly bleeding to death&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so blind&lt;br /&gt;
I was expecting water in this desert&lt;br /&gt;
I should have known&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot escape my destiny&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot escape pain&lt;br /&gt;
Alas, it was only a mirage&lt;br /&gt;
Am I supposed to die of thirst in this desert?&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wish that this pain would go away&lt;br /&gt;
I just wish that I could sleep in that embrace&lt;br /&gt;
I am so empty&lt;br /&gt;
I am lost in this wilderness&lt;br /&gt;
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Abhilash&lt;br /&gt;
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We have heard that a smile makes others happy. It doesn’t cost anything but still it is so hard to get one. &amp;nbsp;Today I saw how simple is it to give a smile and make others happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was the shopping season; people were busy shopping, lot of cars outside. It was drizzling also. I usually buy petrol from one petrol pump for my car. My tank was half full but when I passed through that I area I thought I will fill my tank. When I reached the pump I saw a small queue – a car and an auto-rickshaw behind it filling petrol from two outlets. Once the car in front filled its tank, I reversed parked my car into the vacant spot. I looked around could find any free person around. I pressed my car horn to draw attention; one of the staff came towards me. Looking at his face I knew he was tired after a hard day in rain. I asked him to fill petrol for INR 1000 and gave my credit card. He would have preferred cash, now I made him walk extra in rain towards the main cabin for swiping it. Once he came back with the slip to sign, I asked him for a bill also. Looking at his face I knew he would have preferred some simple folks who paid in cash &amp;amp; didn’t ask for bill. I felt like giving something in return. I took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, brought the best smile I could on my face and said “thank you brother for your help”. I kept that smile for few seconds. Slowly I could see the frown vanishing form his face and a new sweet smile appearing. I started my cars &amp;amp; slowly it started moving forward. Now this guy came back, smiled back and wished me a happy Onam. It was a surprise for me. I couldn’t understand what he said but he repeated it for me. I felt so happy about that. As I started my car again, I could see him smiling through my rearview mirror. Smile was contagious. This so simple and the best thing I did that day&lt;br /&gt;
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Why worry about the things you can change. You will solve it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why worry about things which you cannot solve. No worrying will solve it, you will only create more problems in life.&lt;/div&gt;
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i saw a website with multiple options on this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it&#39;s in the best interests of those involved.&lt;br /&gt;
But you&#39;re no pushover. If something is important to you, you&#39;ll get it!&lt;br /&gt;
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It was time for another of those special moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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This 15th August was different for me and many of my friends. This month we decided to visit an old age home (Hope Foundation). I have visited this place many times. But lately I didn’t go there. I talked about this to my friend and she readily agreed. &amp;nbsp;With the Onam festival around the corner we decided to make it large. The idea of giving a grand feast and OnaKodi gifts was too exciting (Thanks Annie for this). Even on that day I could visualize the warmth and the smiles on the mothers. But there was a problem I had lost the contact number of the volunteer “cheechi”. &amp;nbsp;I contacted my ex-colleagues and got the number from them. I called and confirmed the event on 15th. &amp;nbsp;I was little worried about the catering part. Usually at this time of the year all the caterers will be busy. It was a great relief when Vinayaka caterers accepted the order. Even then I was doubtful so I called them twice on two different days to re-confirm the order. Another anxious moment was when I had to go shopping for buying new clothes for the mothers. I had done shopping with my sister, cousins, mom &amp;amp; very few girlfriends but selecting 11 Sarees plus Churidars and few other dress was really a gigantic task. My shopping lasts for a maximum of one hour and on this particular day I went shopping for more than 4 hours with one of my best friend. Now I can understand the pain my other friends describe when they go shopping with their wives.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a holiday I was not sure how many people will join us. Many had doubts about the visit. I even tried to bribe few with the lunch menu :P. &amp;nbsp;Annie did a great job of shopping and co-coordinating the visit. I think I am getting better at my management skills. I can easily delegate a lot of things :P. In the last few days we got a small crowd for the visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the D day we decided to meet at a common place before going to the place. I parked the car near the gate and entered the premises. Everyone present there was waiting with a big smile and open arms for us. I was visiting this place after 2 years but surprisingly few mothers remembered me. Slowly we started talking with everyone. There was laughter, smile all around. There was melody of love in the air, a sweet gentle music which was produced by the resonance of the chords in heart. I could feel this in every one of us. I was talking to one of the mothers there. She was sitting in chair and I was on my knees holding her hand. She enquired about my job, how I come to office etc. When I told her that I drive 26 km (one way) everyday, she advised that I should take a house near office. I told her that my parents are at home and they need someone to talk to everyday so I don’t consider driving this distance a burden. At that moment I could see the tears in hers eyes, I could feel the love in her gentle hug. She would have prayed for a son like me. I felt this love in many other mothers whom I talked. I believe all the angels who came with me on that day would have felt the same. We had so many mothers who are praying for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Surprisingly the caterers were punctual. They reached the hope foundation at 11 AM itself! They had confirmed this with me couple of times but I didn’t believe that they will be on time. The food was delicious. An A+ for them. They are going to be my preferred caterers for any event I organize.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was time for our lunch. The delicious traditional Kerala style feast in banana leaf was waiting. We served the food for mothers. It was fun, a collective effort. By the time we finished serving we were sort of experts in traditional Kerala food serving. After the mothers finished their lunch we had the lunch. There were few kids who preferred sitting down on the floor on for the food. After we finished our lunch it was time for the OnaKodi making it a memorable Onam for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was not only an independence day for the country but an independence day for me also. On that day I saw something so beautiful in all those faces. Now I know what is important for me. Now when I look back I know that I will be coming to this place again.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. it was my mom’s birthday. How can I celebrate it better? :) On that shopping spree I bought her also a sari. Early morning (if you can say that 7 AM is early :D ) I tiptoed to the kitchen where she was busy preparing breakfast, wished her a happy birthday and gave her the birthday gift. She smiled &amp;amp; I was so happy for it. The day started on a bright side.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was one of the best days of my life :)&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for all those who supported ...may god bless each one of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;“Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?”&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;From&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Opportunities are very slippery, if you&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;grab yours someone else will :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I had almost stopped zooming for couple of years. I didn’t find much inspiration in writing. &amp;nbsp;This month was special; I was in a time travel… travelling back few years. I like small kids a lot. Years back I my birthday celebration was with small kids at an orphanage. I wanted to visit it again. Last time I went alone. This time I wanted few more people. I was not sure how people will react to this new initiative. It was a leap of faith from my side. There was nothing to worry; many liked the idea. A FB group (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/groups/ToGiveHope/&quot;&gt;http://www.facebook.com/groups/ToGiveHope/&lt;/a&gt;) was created for this. Invited few close friends &amp;amp; they in turn invited few of their friends. I called mother superior and confirmed the date &amp;amp; time of our visit. It was an adoption centre so they had kids from 3 days to few years. Few days before our visit we bought few food supplements &amp;amp; chocolates from a nearby store. We bought the entire stocks of junior horlicks in that store. The look on the cashier was priceless when she saw the items. She would have imagined that I had a really big family: P&lt;br /&gt;
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The visit was wonderful. We were around 10 people. &amp;nbsp;Once we reached the Shishu Bhavan, it was a different feeling. Sister guided us to the first floor. For a moment before the door was opened I felt sort of a sweet tension building in me. When I saw those small sweet eyes looking at us I forgot all the tensions I had. Few of them came running towards us with hands raised. I felt a very deep bond with Aisha. She was smiling at me. Her small eyes had a sort of calmness and love inside which I cannot describe in words. &amp;nbsp;How could I resist? I quickly picked her up &amp;amp; hugged her before anyone else claims her. She put her small arms around my neck dissolving all the barriers. For a moment I could sense my eyes getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a big family, soon few others kids also came towards me I lifted them also. Soon we became one among them, playing singing with them. Their sweet smiles, kiss, hugs &amp;amp; the smell of milk was priceless. I saw one engineer there, he wanted to play with my watch, turning all the keys and asking a lot of questions. Somehow I managed to satisfy his curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
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The most difficult part was going back. Before the visit I had jokingly warned my colleagues that they shouldn’t take those small kids back with them to home without permission. Really, I felt like taking at least one with me. They were so sweet. And finally when we started walking back few of the kids came and caught my hands pulling me back, another smart chap caught my leg. It was with very heavy heart that I had to put them down and go back. My heart was full, words were few. When we came down, we could see the kids crying asking us stay there with them. I quickly walked away from that place. If I had stayed there for few more minutes, tears would have rolled down. When I was driving back there was calmness in my soul which I didn’t felt for many months. I was breathing, I was alive &amp;amp; I knew how to love. I know this small visit has changed me for good.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is another pretty good article written by my colleague regarding this visit. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://mypieceofbluesky.blogspot.in/2012/07/get-out-of-your-comfort-zone.html&quot;&gt;http://mypieceofbluesky.blogspot.in/2012/07/get-out-of-your-comfort-zone.html&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;www.abhilive.com&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoomview.blogspot.com/feeds/5457807829673924563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18643307/5457807829673924563?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18643307/posts/default/5457807829673924563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18643307/posts/default/5457807829673924563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoomview.blogspot.com/2012/08/july-diary-visit-back-to-dome-of-love.html' title='July diary – A visit back to the dome of love'/><author><name>Abhilash Chandran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00585050100369708773</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-18643307.post-7535774174438397046</id><published>2012-06-09T22:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-09T22:02:31.199-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson  - What doesn&#39;t kill you makes a fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
You know the bed feels warmer&lt;br /&gt;
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Sleeping here alone&lt;br /&gt;
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You know I dream in colour&lt;br /&gt;
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And do the things I want&lt;br /&gt;
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You think you got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;
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Think you had the last laugh&lt;br /&gt;
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Bet you think that everything good is gone&lt;br /&gt;
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Think you left me broken down&lt;br /&gt;
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Think that I&#39;d come running back&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby you don&#39;t know me, cause you&#39;re dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m lonely when I&#39;m alone&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes a fighter&lt;br /&gt;
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Footsteps even lighter&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m over cause you&#39;re gone&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger, stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m lonely when I&#39;m alone&lt;br /&gt;
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You heard that I was starting over with someone new&lt;br /&gt;
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They told you I was moving on over you&lt;br /&gt;
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You didn&#39;t think that I&#39;d come back&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d come back swinging&lt;br /&gt;
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You tried to break me, but you see&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m lonely when I&#39;m alone&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes a fighter&lt;br /&gt;
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Footsteps even lighter&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m over cause you&#39;re gone&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger, stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m lonely when I&#39;m alone&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to you I got a new thing started&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to you I&#39;m not the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to you I&#39;m finally thinking bout me&lt;br /&gt;
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You know in the end the day you left was just my beginning&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end...&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m lonely when I&#39;m alone&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes a fighter&lt;br /&gt;
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Footsteps even lighter&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m over cause you&#39;re gone&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger, stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn&#39;t kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t mean I&#39;m lonely when I&#39;m alone&lt;br /&gt;
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