<?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-863488337140716710</id><updated>2024-09-01T19:49:41.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-2105418237660983062</id><published>2017-06-22T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2017-06-22T18:27:10.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Hitting on the blog post after ages.&lt;br /&gt;
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Note: This is a 2015 blog written, which is published in 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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M married.&lt;br /&gt;
Huge word and there is a big storm which always blow up my mind when i say this. &#39;M married&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t get married till the the time you are not ready mentally. This is very important, because you dont want to regret in life or blame your partner for the things which were not fulfilled because of marriage. And if you are a girl, you are never going to be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes m married!&lt;br /&gt;
This term has brought me to terms with the society, people and my newly changed husband with whom i was in love with for the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to tell this to each and every girl out there who is in love with their beau since years and years &#39;You dont know yet what this guy is&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
When your beau becomes a husband, he is just another man who wants everything in hand and will enjoy the TV show when you are sweating in the kitchen to fill his stomach. (&lt;i&gt;You can hire a maid, if you want to have your life sorted. Now i have one - 2017&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes m married!&lt;br /&gt;
My in laws, i have not yet understood what are my feelings for them, Do i like them, or do i hate them, or do i just want to run away from them, or do i want to just ignore them? (&lt;i&gt;IGNORE THEM, if you can&#39;t come in terms with them - 2017&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl &amp;nbsp;gets married, she is from nobody&#39;s family, she have to create her own family because &amp;nbsp;once she marry someone she is no more a part of her own family and the new family is yet to know her. So when u get married, you have to be like &#39; m from nowhere&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes m married.&lt;br /&gt;
if you are a working women then you will be respected by your in laws, husband and your family as well, but if you are not, dude.. &amp;nbsp;it is easy for your husband to let you down many times and let you know that he earns not you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes m married.&lt;br /&gt;
When m alone, i think, what would i been doing at this time and i have many things to say. I wanted to travel India, say hi to mountains, jump into the sea and say hi to birds, stay up in the tree house, go for a back pack trip every month, shop myself all the necessary tools for travelling, share my experiences with my friends, party every friday and spend the weekend for family and mee time, and much more. But yes, i was not able to do all that. because when i just started to do all that, my parents let me get married to my bf.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes i do love him, but more than him i loved my fredom which i had to give up and take up a new responsibility and new burden. Because being a free spirited person may make people think bad about you as per our parents thoughts. I still wish to complete my dreams. (&lt;i&gt;I have a kid who is 1 year old &amp;amp; m trying to complete all my dream, taking my husband in confidence - 2017&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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We all must have seen Anand Gandhi&#39;s Ship of Theseus, if not then do not miss this piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;
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While browsing through his profile I came across his short films Continnum. The flow of Ship of Theseus resembles in his earlier short stories too. These links of him will tell &amp;nbsp;you about him as an &#39;auteur&#39; and will help you understand &#39;Ship of Theseus&#39; in a broader context of the artist and his art and gain a deeper understanding of his quest and make you engage in his art which is trying to reflect on our reality, is located in our world that we live in as human beings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Short Film: Continuum&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Hunger&lt;br /&gt;
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2) Trade &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;
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3) Death&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;
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5) Continuum&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy The Film!&lt;/div&gt;
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On this special date, the length of the day and night are about the same for most of the planet. The amount of solar energy delivered to the Northern and Southern Hemisphere is also equal.&lt;br /&gt;
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What happens on March 20 is that the sun moves from south of the celestial equator to north of the equator. The days, which have been getting longer since winter solstice on Dec. 21, now equal the nights in length, which is why this is called the &quot;equinox&quot; — Latin for &quot;equal nights.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
From now until the summer solstice on June 21, the days will gradually get longer because the sun will be higher in the sky, giving more hours of daylight. As spring wears on, the Northern Hemisphere will receive more sun than the Southern Hemisphere, creating the familiar seasons in each region.&lt;br /&gt;
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What happens in the Southern Hemisphere when the sun crosses the equator into the northern sky? There the days grow shorter and the temperature drops. Today is in fact the southern autumnal equinox, heading towards winter. The seasons in the Southern Hemisphere are a mirror image of the ones in the north.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, enjoy the longer days and warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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Extracts from : www.space.com&lt;br /&gt;
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I was at Suhani Pitte&#39;s store in Hyderabad last week and as I was trying on a choker, the sales lady interrupted me to say &quot;Madam, this would look good on a long necked woman.&quot; I found myself thinking &quot; yes, I know, but??? At my second stop, the clothing store &quot;Elahe&quot;, I was about to decide on an Anamika Khanna saree when the sales person placed a 5 inch sandal in front of me. When I gave her a questioning look, she quickly informed me &quot; Madam, the real look of this saree comes when you add that extra 5 inch&quot;. So I stood there and wondered about people like me who are just about 5 feet tall and have a short neck. Are we meant to be neglected? Is looking good only a tall person&#39;s prerogative?&lt;br /&gt;
And at times like this, my favorite lines from Christina Aguilera&#39;s song &quot;Beautiful&quot; come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say, I am beautiful in every single way, oh no- you don&#39;t bring me down today.........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And as we celebrate WOMEN this month , I want to tell all my readers that it&#39;s okay to be imperfect, it&#39;s okay to have laugh lines, crow&#39;s feet and grey hair. What&#39;s important is to embrace these imperfections gracefully and be happy in one&#39;s skin. Height, weight and skin color are all trivial and what actually matters in the long run is a positive attitude, a good heart and self confidence!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Duke Of Orléans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This month bright Phoebus enters Pisces,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The maids will have good store of kisses,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;For always when the fun comes there,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Valentine&#39;s Day is drawing near,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And both the men and maids incline&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To chuse them each a Valentine;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And if a man gets one he loves,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;He gives her first a pair of gloves;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And, by the way, remember this,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To seal the favour with a kiss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This kiss begets more love, and then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;That love begets a kiss again,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Until this trade the man doth catch,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And then he doth propose the match,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The woman&#39;s willing, tho&#39; she&#39;s shy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;She gives the man this soft reply,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;I&#39;ll not resolve one thing or other,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Until I first consult my mother.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;When she says so, &#39;tis half a grant,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And may be taken for consent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;&lt;i&gt;I don&#39;t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine&#39;s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Why I Chose This Quote for Valentine&#39;s Day- You got to laugh at this one! A little holiday humour to give you a smile. Well, we celebrate many festivals because it holds importance of divinity, but there is only one occasion which preserves the bond of a relationship with the one you love and that is &quot;Valentine’s Day. All the more i believe being in love is a wonderful feeling because it&#39;s a powerful emotion. It can evoke feelings of happiness, excitement, and sheer bliss.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Facts Of Valentines:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The roots of this special day are still not clear, but the story found in many pages of the history says that it is a day when St.Valentinus passed away.&amp;nbsp;St. Valentine was priest who helped lovers to get married during the reign of Roman Emperor Claudius in 270 AD. He was imprisoned for this act; and during his imprisonment he is said to have healed the daughter of his jailer Asterius. Legend states that before his execution he wrote &quot;from your Valentine&quot; as a farewell to her. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories all emphasis his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic and--most importantly--romantic figure.&lt;br /&gt;
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During the middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds&#39; mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of Valentine&#39;s Day should be a day for romance. The oldest known valentine still in existence today was a poem (now part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, England) written in 1415 by Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Present Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preparations have begun to celebrate Valentine’s Day across the country. The day is eagerly awaited and celebrated with great fervour around the world. Lovers celebrate with their partner whereas singles hide themselves up in disgust. Whether single or partnered up there&#39;s no reason to neglect the day of love. Spread the joy with friends, family, or significant others this Valentine&#39;s Day.&lt;br /&gt;
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In today’s world of chaos, when you have a demanding careers as well as family life, Valentine’s day marks an evidence for those to renew your promises made to each other. It is one of the most popular celebrations across the world. The reason is fairly simple. This is an occasion that has gradually evolved into a day that observes one of the most beautiful of all human relationships, love. It asks us to discover all those universal feelings and emotions that are somewhere representative of love. Today this occasion has come to be&amp;nbsp;recognised&amp;nbsp;and accepted for this very quality. Have you found your love who can share a life with you?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/774930545254668891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2013/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/774930545254668891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/774930545254668891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2013/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&#39;s Day'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUg4Sw9_HZ5hAGoSFZmE_k36vihRdTjsg_V3Mb8rofX1FB07r1cBO57eDTwohwuEzvG-fJTy8TSgBPfHQMcsuhMWI-PkxFePyGsC4GdLVVpm7pPiOMHwEauCToIJcdBrtys896COwbXo/s72-c/e99d464f729f35b062450e80567763e9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-2270384118018384926</id><published>2013-01-15T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-15T11:54:37.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian Army Day: 15th Jan 2013</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Makar Sankranti may be a day later than usual this year, but the mood in every Maharashtrian home is as&amp;nbsp;upbeat as ever, with families gearing up to celebrate the beginning of the harvest season with traditional &amp;nbsp;fervour&amp;nbsp;on Monday. Although the hectic pace of modern-day living has slowly brought in changes, the essence of the celebration&amp;nbsp;is very much the same.&quot;The day&quot; will begin with bathing in water sprinkled with sesame seeds. Lunch will&amp;nbsp;consist of &#39;til gul&#39; and &#39;gulaachi poli&#39; holding pride of place on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
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No doubt, the changing skyline of Mumbai, courtesy tall towers, and narrow compounds have dampened the&amp;nbsp;thrill of kite-flying. The keen competitions where participants would erupt in loud cheers of &#39;&lt;i&gt;Bo-kata!&lt;/i&gt;&#39;&amp;nbsp;each time a kite string was severed are now restricted to the few open &lt;i&gt;maidans &lt;/i&gt;left in the city.Window displays in Dadar are adorned with black saris, for this is a rare moment when black is considered&amp;nbsp;auspicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keeping its theme in mind Abhishek Kapoor&#39;s forthcoming film &#39;&lt;i&gt;Kai Po Che&lt;/i&gt;&#39; will have a Makar Sankranti release Too.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the auspicious occasion of Makar Sankranti til laddoos marks a delicious, mouth-watering advent of the New Year! Celebrate with vigour and enthusiasm, as i show how to make these crunchy sweets.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recipe for til ladoos:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;1 small bowl of coarsely ground peanuts&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 cup jaggery&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 cup til (sesame seeds)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 cup grated coconut&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finely chopped cashews and almonds&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cardamom powder for taste, some raisins and clarified butter (ghee)&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Roast the sesame seeds. Once they turn golden brown, transfer them into a bowl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Roast the grated coconut and transfer into the same bowl. To this, add coarsely ground peanuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Add finely chopped cashews, almonds and raisins.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Put some cardamom powder, according to your taste.&amp;nbsp;Mix everything well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finally, melt the jaggery with 1 tsp of ghee and add to this mixture. Mix well to make your &lt;i&gt;ladoos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;तिळगुळ घ्या गोड गोड बोला!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;तुम्हाला आणि&amp;nbsp;तुमच्या&amp;nbsp;पूर्ण&amp;nbsp;कुटुंबाला&amp;nbsp;मकर संक्रांतीच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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12th month of the year, last day of 2012 to end. yeaa yea..i know i got all my resolution done in the first month itself..!;) But seriously we get so busy in work, completing tasks, festivals that we forget that we have a backlog of some resolution pending which was to be completed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lets take a moment to stop and assess, then sip some tea, toast a few of these other special days this month, and then get back to work! Many of us are surely didn&#39;t realized how the year passed by and feels as if we are still in the new years hangover of last year. Time is running with the speed of air. Just gone by in a blink of eye. We have fallen from our horse of resolution because that&lt;i&gt;&#39;s&lt;/i&gt; human nature to fall. To accept something new in our life it really takes effort. But still lets review the year, mainly what we all have seen in the blink of eye in the year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2 January&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2011-01-01/india/28357541_1_nuclear-installations-attack-on-such-facilities-countries-share-details&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;India-Pakistan exchange a list of their nuclear installations&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;19 January&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-01-19/india/30642347_1_oc-director-timing-scoring-result-cwg-scam&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Delhi High Court grants bail for Suresh Kalmadi in Commonwealth Games scam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8 February&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dmanewsdesk.com/karnataka_laxman_savadi_porn_minister_assembly_kannada_cc_patil-2-23705-77.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Three Bharatiya Janata Party Ministers caught watching objectionable video clip in Karnataka Assembly, Resigns&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;14 February&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-02-14/india/31058847_1_magnetic-bomb-mostafa-ahmadi-roshan-iranian-nuclear-scientists&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Blast at an Israeli embassy car in Delhi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;16 March&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.economictimes.indiatimes.com/2012-03-16/news/31202246_1_inclusive-growth-indian-economy-high-growth&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Union Budget for 2012-13 is presented by Finance Minister Sh. Pranab Mukherjee &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;21 March:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.glamsham.com/movies/scoops/12/may/05-news-soumitra-chatterjee-conferred-dadasaheb-phalke-award-051202.asp&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Soumitra Chatterjee selected for Dadasaheb Phalke award for 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8 April&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cleveland.com/world/index.ssf/2012/04/pakistans_president_visits_ind.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Pakistan President Asif Ali Zardari visits India on a personal visit to Ajmer Sharif&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;18 April:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-04-19/mumbai/31366789_1_signals-change-long-distance-trains-central-railway&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Major fire in the signalling system at Kurla brings Central line and Harbour line of Mumbai Suburban Railway to a standstill and two commuters lose their lives after falling off an overcrowded local train.The loss was expected to be 17 crore (US$3.09 million) to the Central Railway &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;26 April&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-04-26/india/31409282_1_sachin-tendulkar-international-centuries-rajya-sabha&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Sachin Tendulkar, Rekha and Anu Aga nominated to Rajya Sabha by the President of India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8 May:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/business/india-business/100-Air-India-pilots-report-sick-govt-cancels-international-flights/articleshow/13041273.cms&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Over 100 Air India pilots go on strike.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;13 May&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ndtv.com/article/india/india-s-parliament-60-years-on-210074&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Indian parliament celebrates 60th anniversary &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;31 May&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-06-01/india/31958456_1_defence-ministry-general-bikram-singh-military-brass&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bikram Singh takes over as Indian Army Chief.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;26 June&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/26-11-mumbai-terror-attack-abu-jundal-delhi-police/1/222367.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;26/11 handler Abu Jundal is arrested by Delhi Police. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8 August:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/exodus-of-north-easterners-subsides-in-bangalore/1/213747.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;I&lt;i&gt;ncident of violence against North-Eastern people in Pune as repercussion of Assam Violence following which exodus of thousands of North-Eastern people from Bangalore due to a rumour circulated among them through SMS &amp;amp; MMS that they would be attacked after Eid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11 August&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;a href=&quot;http://ibnlive.in.com/news/mumbais-azad-maidan-violence-masterminds-still-on-the-run/285738-3-237.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Violence in Azad Maidan in Mumbai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;12 August&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/news/London-Olympics-2012-India-finish-55th-in-medal-standing/articleshow/15466677.cms&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;London Olympics, India ended it with 6 medals, 2 silver and 4 bronze.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;14 August:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-08-14/india/33200867_1_organ-registry-transplant-surgeons-dual-transplant&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Union Minister for Science And Technology and Ex Chief Minister Of Maharashtra Vilasrao Deshmukh Passes Away.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;17 August:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.indiatvnews.com/news/india/govt-bans-bulk-sms-mms-for-days-across-india--17358.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bulk SMS &amp;amp; MMS banned in India for 15 days to prevent a rumour of ensuing violence against NE people by Muslim fundamentalists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;19 September:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-08-28/india/33449835_1_assam-violence-communal-violence-relief-camps&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;CBI makes first arrests in Assam Violence cases.&lt;/a&gt; Mohammed Hashem Ali, Mohammed Adom Ali Sheikh, Mohammed Hashim Ali Rehman, Mohammed Qurban Ali Sheikh, Mohammed Imran Hussain were arrested after detailed questioning by agency sleuths.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;21 October&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.wsj.com/indiarealtime/2012/10/22/an-icon-passes-goodbye-yashji/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Indian Filmmaker Yash Chopra died.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;25 October&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-10-25/india/34729256_1_jaspal-bhatti-road-accident-jasraj&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Indian actor and comedian Jaspal Singh Bhatti died.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;12 December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2012-12-12/india/35773296_1_ravi-shankar-foundation-anoushka-shankar-sitar-maestro&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Pandit Ravi Shankar, sitar maestro, passes away in California&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;16 December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/delhi-gangrape-victim-the-journey-to-death-began-with-a-movie/1/240022.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;A female physiotherapy student was beaten and gang raped in Delhi, when the victim and a male companion boarded a bus in South Delhi in the evening, after watching a movie.&lt;/a&gt; The incident was condemned by many foreign and women related organisations, asking the Government of India to react and work on safety for womens in India. Public protests took place in Delhi, where thousands of protesters clashed with police, and other force units. Similar protests also took place through out the country in major cities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;28 December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://ibnlive.in.com/blogs/ashishkumar/3415/64179/sachins-retirement-from-odis-marks-the-end-of-an-era.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Sachin&#39;s retirement from ODIs marks the end of an era&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;29 December:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://zeenews.india.com/news/delhi/delhi-gang-rape-victim-passes-away-peacefully-in-singapore_819492.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Delhi gang rape victim,&lt;/a&gt; who was moved to Singapore for further treatment on 26 December, died due to multiple organ failure. Peaceful protests was again held in Delhi where people came in to mourn the death and demanded stringent punishment for the culprits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So that was all&amp;nbsp; for 2012. Year of many ups and downs. The unsaid was Mayans prediction for 2012, a prediction which said the world will end. But we are alive, ready to party harder and see many twists and turns on the way with hope, smile, tears, love, humanity, strengths, failures, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets live 2013..! Cheers... A Very Happy New Year..!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What is this life if, full of care,&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to stand and stare.&lt;br /&gt;No time to stand beneath the boughs,&lt;br /&gt;And stare as long as sheep or cows.&lt;br /&gt;No time to see, when woods we pass,&lt;br /&gt;Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.&lt;br /&gt;No time to see, in broad daylight,&lt;br /&gt;Streams full of stars, like skies at night.&lt;br /&gt;No time to turn at Beauty&#39;s glance,&lt;br /&gt;And watch her feet, how they can dance.&lt;br /&gt;No time to wait till her mouth can,&lt;br /&gt;Enrich that smile her eyes began.&lt;br /&gt;A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;- W.H.Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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More and more as I observe relationships, whether they be friendships, family relationships, business dealings or romantic partnerships, I notice just how few people have the courage to be truly honest with each other. &lt;br /&gt;
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More often than not, those who are silencing their honesty seem to do so to keep the peace. But how is peace truly kept if one person is not able to express their feelings honestly, without risking a dose of the other person&#39;s wrath? That relationship therefore, is not on equal, mature footing, but rather under the control of one person. &lt;br /&gt;
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Such relationships may still bring joy in other ways, tending to hide much of the discontent. That is, until it festers to a point of needing expression. At this time, things often come to a head and what could have been expressed honestly, in a peaceful manner at an earlier time, are now expressed in anger, and as a result, any opportunity for understanding or being heard properly is lost immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
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Is it not better to express ourselves honestly as the feelings arise, rather than avoid them to the point when they can no longer be expressed clearly, due to the accumulation of residual feelings that now accompany them? &lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, there is no guarantee that you will get the reaction you hope for either way. We cannot control another&#39;s reaction. But at least we will have our own respect by communicating honestly. &lt;br /&gt;
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People come and go in life. We share the learning we are meant to and then move on, sometimes naturally and smoothly, sometimes in a blaze of glory. The same goes for romantic partnerships, business associations and family relationships, as well as friendships. Many family relationships are some of the worst I have seen, for sweeping things under the carpet to keep the peace. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honesty is not always an easy thing to share, nor is it an easy thing to hear. We don&#39;t have to agree with what the other person is saying though, just as they don&#39;t have to agree with us. But to be respectful of the other person&#39;s feelings and to honour the relationship enough to be willing to hear the person out, allows for healthy, mature growth in any type of relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
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If after that honesty has been heard and no reconciliation can be found then it is time to move on. Bless the other person on their journey, whether they know it or not, let go and move forward. Space will be created in your life for more like-minded people to now enter. And most of all, you will know that you have honoured your own heart by being honest. Just because the other person does not like what you have said, does not mean you should not have said it, and vice versa. Either way, everyone has a right to be heard. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is not always without effort to be honest, especially when most of the people in power are not. How can we expect politicians to be honest if we are not so ourselves? I am certainly not excusing politicians, of course, but the more honest everyone becomes on a personal level, the more we see through dishonesty on any level. As a result, those who are not honest with their people will lose power sooner. &lt;br /&gt;
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It takes courage to be honest in any kind of relationship and sometimes choosing the right timing helps. But what sort of quality is it, if one person carries so much power and anger that the other person cannot be themselves? Is that sort of relationship worth holding onto anyway? No way. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have found honesty to be one of the most liberating elements of my life. It lets go of unhealthy situations, associations that are no longer healthy for my wellbeing, and allows those other beautiful, mature relationships to grow to new levels and to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;
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None of us are perfect and we may not always like what others have said, or even what we have said! But at least we earn our own respect by having the courage to express our feelings. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honesty can be delivered with compassion and empathy, but those acts of kindness also belong to ourselves. By being honest, you are being compassionate and kind to yourself and that, above all else, is the most important thing of all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/7822993538829484333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/07/importance-of-honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/7822993538829484333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/7822993538829484333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/07/importance-of-honesty.html' title='The Importance Of Honesty'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietdAyU9J_bAAurrUn61UF_G6tIl6ifv5kKLx1Or-RiY1hkgz9fyX523dXvuPAli7t6TfKi8e3qGgKisfZA2cyGi3fMJrJSBrtDXxkRZycspWdd92wM_rgI5SGU3EGLXftbNnhfpQeeuA/s72-c/HONESTY-175.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-5002428198221576866</id><published>2012-06-02T21:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-06-02T21:12:50.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello Fellas,&lt;br /&gt;
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Its been great to know that my blogs views have crossed almost 1400. It just inspires me to interact more on the flow of my thoughts. Needles to say that this platform is one of the reason for my interest in writing and this is one of the core reason i keep on posting here.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what m i thinking today? To be frank, nothing. This word &quot;nothing&quot; has 7 letters and each can be denoted in various forms and still we think that nothing is just &quot;no thing to say&quot;. Well, for me this nothing has been tougher these days due to my unemployment status. We all must have faced this &quot;Nothing Status&quot; in our lives and as we get &quot;Something&quot; we forget the meaning of &quot;Nothing&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was till last month that i thought that money can buy anything and everything in the world and for me to survive without it was one of the nightmares. But someday or the other you have to face your nightmares which hits you right on your face when you least expect it. M 22(will be turning 23 soon), and here i&#39;m sitting at home doing nothing. This nothing list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;bull; Learn Driving.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Learn to cook different dishes.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Give en-number of interviews.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Search the best Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Read novels(Complete the novel in a day).&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Keep my room neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Read the bookmarked blogs and articles since i don&#39;t know how long.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Get finally fed up of Facebook and start creating a Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Study Maths and think that it would have been much easier for me if i was ever serious about it :p&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Taking a look at my career and think where i still aim to go?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Observe the nearest people in such difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Read newspaper (for a change).&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Enjoy a hot cup of tea up in the morning with a pleasure of having enough time.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;bull; Planning my future savings.&lt;br /&gt;
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All these i haven&#39;t even looked at when i was doing something. So m glad that m doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Matt Morris Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No matter where you are, if you’re reaching for new heights, you’re always at the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;
A homeless person striving to become financially independent…&lt;br /&gt;
A person with a good income striving for financial freedom…&lt;br /&gt;
A person who has never made a million dollars striving to become a millionaire…&lt;br /&gt;
A millionaire striving to become a billionaire…&lt;br /&gt;
And especially a person who is serving to do something that has NEVER been done before. An innovater!&lt;br /&gt;
Each and every person is at the same place when they begin their journey. The beginning!&lt;br /&gt;
And everything ahead of them is unknown and uncharted waters.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This uncharted waters is sure to chart the way soon. All m waiting is for a way to open. But all you people who are like me doing nothing, have faith. We are special, diamonds needs to be polished before it shines. So lets shine soon.Cheers..!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/5002428198221576866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/06/busy-doing-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/5002428198221576866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/5002428198221576866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/06/busy-doing-nothing.html' title='Busy doing Nothing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjvMWTBN8QNFBQ8ISVnpDQjZXRuLAwsCZowUxsXPgn4Eq8ZRDrEJR8IJUW0ImAe9lhpaupQTKTclsTAxSVdZBWsexCPYOM01YnM2tVQoYpRrnYLjyEXnlb2mCvor1O_vqA344dEhYkII/s72-c/unemployed.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-8837412841849714036</id><published>2012-04-04T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-11T09:02:07.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was 10 am and the weekend just started. My house was in complete chaos as few of my relatives and their kids had come up.And as dedicated elder sister i was given the responsibility to just take care of kids while they play in our garden, and i enjoy the moment to see these small kids in their most natural way. They are really smart..i must say!! I was tired playing with them but these kids..they never get tired of playing. I thought of getting some water and turned to pick up the bottle. In just that second i heard a loud noise of someone&#39;s head banging..I was blank for a moment when i saw the blood gushing out of arush&#39;s head. I immediately took him in my arms and rushed to the hospital as the blood was bleeding continuously from his head...the doctors took him in immediately to do the stiching and cleaning. With shivering hands i called mom and told her about the incident. She was very upset ( as expected) and was blasting on me. I quickly hanged up and went where doctors were taking care of him&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was crying in pain. Doctors made no effort to sooth his pain but just took the anesthesia so that he can do his job calmly..I was amazed.. How can the doctors be so insensitive now a days. I remember, when i faced the same incidence when i was a child, my doctor kept talking to me so that my mind is occupied answering his question and i could relieve myself from the pain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is profession taking over the emotions and sense of hurt seen on the poor patient?&amp;#160; They must be habituated to see such pain every hour n every minute..but still...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Each student who graduates from college comes out with full of dreams in their eyes and an empty pockets..to fill those empty pockets you either have to sacrifice your dreams or your pockets..and when you get both..you loose out interest soon...I think these doctors must be the third type of people who get money as well as profession but loose their interrest and that was seen...infact it was more of maual interpretation than heart and mind..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To cut it short, there 2 questions still running in my mind..&lt;br&gt;
1) what are we living for? Dreams? Money? Expectations? &lt;br&gt;
2) whichever profession we adopt or fall in cos of the situation, isn&#39;t it important to do it by all your heart?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMUHoHDk-3RmWwD9zMhXYjSC4kSLPYK1qoTMHgIGOMyqDJ9VuPWzRr1_cUdbL0yYjQTc1CSmU-mgfCS-amryW7heMI8p8oYU1gfQzYOFpOzxtFm_LyX-inLWfldeOBgLxWHR-UJ_iEHw/&#39; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/8837412841849714036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/04/doctors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/8837412841849714036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/8837412841849714036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/04/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMUHoHDk-3RmWwD9zMhXYjSC4kSLPYK1qoTMHgIGOMyqDJ9VuPWzRr1_cUdbL0yYjQTc1CSmU-mgfCS-amryW7heMI8p8oYU1gfQzYOFpOzxtFm_LyX-inLWfldeOBgLxWHR-UJ_iEHw/s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-5492454098830044518</id><published>2012-03-26T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-27T15:39:43.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A life of a girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She wants to fly, &lt;br /&gt;
she wants to study, &lt;br /&gt;
she wants to take care of her family, &lt;br /&gt;
she wants to have her own identity, &lt;br /&gt;
she wants to make friends,&lt;br /&gt;
she wants to fall in love, &lt;br /&gt;
 she have dreams in her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;
 which don&#39;t let her sleep till mid-night,&lt;br /&gt;
Then what is it, that is stopping her to fulfill it?? &lt;br /&gt;
Any answer to this? &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Well, the main intention to write today is there are few things on my mind which are eating my day up wondering about questions for which m not getting to the conclusion.Can she live her life on her own terms and conditions?&lt;br /&gt;
A lady falling in love, be it single, divorced, engaged or into a live-in, isn&#39;t she seen and tattle-red in our society? &lt;br /&gt;
Doesn&#39;t she have the right to do what she really wants to do and achieve? &lt;br /&gt;
What is it with society? Even if we believe in our own strengths we want people to believe in us. You know how much a girl turning into twenties is being pressurized by her family, society, neighbors etc? That&#39;s why might be we are soo emotionally strong because we start experiencing these mental pressure at very early stage.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Many women think their life is dependent on a Man. Well, m no different. But then at the back of my mind i still feel that i dont need anyone to be dependent on. 2 people come together to achieve one path in the journey of life and not to be a burden on the other person. Lucky are the people who have a family supporting crucial decisions of their life. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A girl begging on the road in the day time and giving herself to the hands of someone to live in this harsh society. A girl, married with the richest man in the world, has everything she wants but still feel empty inside. A girl, living her life on her terms and conditions, have to go through the opposition of her family as they think a women is to be groomed for a man of her life and not to go ahead in her career. A girl, who is dumped by a guy so many times but still keeps loving and falling for the same person. A girl, who accepts her partners family however it is and believes to live her life happily. A girl turning into a daughter in law, a mother, a sister carries the most softest feeling for every relation but sometime she doesnt get what she is deserved to be.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Womens quit their career to set up a new life with a new family .But i guess, here is where she takes a wrong turn. A lady bonds herself as she grow old, especially House wives..Are they given equal respect..forget respect..do their opinion even matters in the family? Most of the women who have decided to give their full time to the family after certain age are neglected by their childrens and husbands. A family who doesnt even bother to understand what are her likes n dislikes..a husband who at the end of d day treats her like &quot;ghar ki murgi daal barabar&quot;, how she must b feeling.. hurted isnt it? Taking so mucch effort to look into smallest detail for her family, to make their life easy, what does she get at the end? Not even one appreciation from anybody..&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I need an answer. When will you people start respecting and appreciating the birth of a women, when she is the one who have taken the charge of giving it all to you. Yes you, the one who is reading this article. Get back and appreciate every women around you. There is a story behind every women who is hidden behind the bars of that strong lady.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/5492454098830044518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/03/life-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/5492454098830044518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/5492454098830044518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/03/life-of-girl.html' title='A life of a girl..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwD7JsnFhjLo4IfMddWxO7VLvWvhiALeI-YC9qosGvWMbAjNaKIkXZ_iwW1851XxS2N_4qAjj4R4d8vL3jhBgL0h6it-FtFH1w1iav8gnMTw7iBneUO6qIXfe1ycyhlK7hkEREUMw-Fg/s72-c/best.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-8615228583829482648</id><published>2012-02-08T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:33:02.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gift To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8SGywp2TJPLoOZHtuZ5K22iylHM1jvWho_y9uI8WaEF0EPlYmMUD6kLsMdb2gz5RsvAxh5pi0-4ia30rUGundBD3b7r2enYRcWDFk1tIccBhKRH-_BWe4YSXK_hiMAu80-XfmQ32L7V8/s1600/time_for_love_by_screamst.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8SGywp2TJPLoOZHtuZ5K22iylHM1jvWho_y9uI8WaEF0EPlYmMUD6kLsMdb2gz5RsvAxh5pi0-4ia30rUGundBD3b7r2enYRcWDFk1tIccBhKRH-_BWe4YSXK_hiMAu80-XfmQ32L7V8/s400/time_for_love_by_screamst.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Dude..I dont have time to shit also..&quot; Is that the line you use?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well then this one is for you :&lt;br /&gt;
“Don&#39;t say you don&#39;t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”&lt;br /&gt;
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2 days have passed. back to the normal life which is just me, my family and my office.What do you expect being committed and your love is absent when you want to sit back and have a cup of coffee near that sea shore wala CCD when you are tired to the core? &lt;br /&gt;
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At some point, m going to be with him. That small part what m talking about is the most precious and we forget to give that not only to our love but also to our parents, friends and also sometimes to yourself. That is the gift of &quot;time&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It feels good when someone just takes out that 2 minutes to know about &quot;how are you feeling?&quot; &quot;is the day good?&quot; &quot;All well?&quot;. It sounds small, but they do make allot more importance. &lt;br /&gt;
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One of my friend said well about time for lovers &quot;The greatest gift you can give to a special someone is your TIME. Its like you&#39;re giving the portion of your life that you can never bring back. Don&#39;t ever say to the one who is important in your life, that if you do not have time try and make it whenever an whereever possible....coz sometimes all u need to do is plan the day and u&#39;ll find time!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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To end up, guys take out that time to know about your love and tell them how much special they are; how much ever times you must told them . Because its worth to have someone besides who values not only you but the time you give. Today the best thing you can gift your love is the gift of time, whether you plan it or not. It doesn&#39;t take much time to slip out that one second but to make that one special relation you need years. &lt;br /&gt;
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So preserve that beautiful relation with the gift of time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/8615228583829482648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/05/gift-to-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/8615228583829482648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/8615228583829482648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/05/gift-to-love.html' title='Gift To Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8SGywp2TJPLoOZHtuZ5K22iylHM1jvWho_y9uI8WaEF0EPlYmMUD6kLsMdb2gz5RsvAxh5pi0-4ia30rUGundBD3b7r2enYRcWDFk1tIccBhKRH-_BWe4YSXK_hiMAu80-XfmQ32L7V8/s72-c/time_for_love_by_screamst.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-804168697818100779</id><published>2012-02-08T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:36:27.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>M Back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_S9drrLv2Ze3xFD7I4h976liPwdAOUtiPGvt0HiFoWQPPM09ct80CqQdgpKYz8vNguTKwBxFLXSvyXS_H964Of5eGCG65fl1ZOAhXTv4Pa8fCFj_ryXImTyGFO3GiPcUkHOE37UdQIg/s1600/I%2527mBack1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_S9drrLv2Ze3xFD7I4h976liPwdAOUtiPGvt0HiFoWQPPM09ct80CqQdgpKYz8vNguTKwBxFLXSvyXS_H964Of5eGCG65fl1ZOAhXTv4Pa8fCFj_ryXImTyGFO3GiPcUkHOE37UdQIg/s400/I%2527mBack1.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My relationship with this blog is like a relationship of a girl and a boy. Well i tried many other blogs to write but i dont know this blog has been one of my best i feel and will always be my favorite because of only one reason its my first blogging site. I love it whatever may be the content. It says what i really want to share it with the world. And today m again starting with this blog. I hope i can get all of you the best of best articles and thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;
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Yipeee..m back..!! I Missed it..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/804168697818100779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/02/m-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/804168697818100779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/804168697818100779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2012/02/m-back.html' title='M Back..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_S9drrLv2Ze3xFD7I4h976liPwdAOUtiPGvt0HiFoWQPPM09ct80CqQdgpKYz8vNguTKwBxFLXSvyXS_H964Of5eGCG65fl1ZOAhXTv4Pa8fCFj_ryXImTyGFO3GiPcUkHOE37UdQIg/s72-c/I%2527mBack1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-1937516691171607509</id><published>2011-10-20T18:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-09T11:25:05.129+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpToHMtJpKLBGFvXig64jbZjp-4RqGVrX8th1i9el3lbdkyn4x5kYXEHQkbx_U3hctrcOZku4-JEnvPLxbmcnKHhFCKmMSMi5m-K22w4gEAS1KFKI51C8Lqczc6aDRjIUkJRM-cLm5yk/s1600/i-quit.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;389&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpToHMtJpKLBGFvXig64jbZjp-4RqGVrX8th1i9el3lbdkyn4x5kYXEHQkbx_U3hctrcOZku4-JEnvPLxbmcnKHhFCKmMSMi5m-K22w4gEAS1KFKI51C8Lqczc6aDRjIUkJRM-cLm5yk/s400/i-quit.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot; I quit &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
not a cigarrete nor alcohol, but hopes on you.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s your birthday, i know i was harassing you allot in last few days, or might be its my assumptions because it was me who was fiddling around you, around your life in search of a new hope. You were all stable..enjoying your life and work as usual. So its not your fault. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just to be around you or nearby you i made your life as mine and your friends as mine, so much so that they became really close to me gathering together some of the best memories of life. I forgot that they finally belong to you. I was not so sure of taking up this step of quitting but i had to seeing you walking so far that i was not even able to see your shadow around. &lt;br /&gt;
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Your name, make something run down to my spine as if an electric shock, so you can imagine what kind of effect you have on me when i want to call it a quit. M just so not thinking straight and practical when i think about you because i fell in love with you. You took my heart amongst 1 billion population of India. You made me jealous when i was not bothered about anything in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was your birthday and i decided that there can be nothing more than the gift of life where there is no presence of me in your life neither any of your friends life. I gave it a quit because you wanted it to call it a quit. &quot;Happy Birthday&quot;..&quot;Now??Its tomorrow..&quot;...&quot;I guess m not calling you tomorrow&quot;..&quot;Why&quot;..&quot;Because you deserve a life without me and not with me&quot;..&quot;your wish&quot;...&quot;No...it was your wish&quot;..&quot;Can i ask you something?&quot;...&quot;Yes&quot;..&quot;Have you moved on??&quot;...&quot;Yes..almost&quot;...&quot;Happy Birthday&quot;...&quot;Thanks&quot;...&quot;Good Bye..Forever&quot;...&quot;Bye&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last conversation and the last few words.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/1937516691171607509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/1937516691171607509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/1937516691171607509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-quit.html' title='I quit'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpToHMtJpKLBGFvXig64jbZjp-4RqGVrX8th1i9el3lbdkyn4x5kYXEHQkbx_U3hctrcOZku4-JEnvPLxbmcnKHhFCKmMSMi5m-K22w4gEAS1KFKI51C8Lqczc6aDRjIUkJRM-cLm5yk/s72-c/i-quit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-7840213847022400118</id><published>2011-09-14T22:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-09T11:26:10.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iOpKl1g7VojCe7CR9P5APKCnL-bdcP3IWpjwuaiL2ejCE5WByDRnziPIg4sfzXRqclCa89mfc3SihORRDlahHJ2algSVncNgMaaNksQZNCCzNmtwde9xzFp3sK-t7OtbduilkNNISvM/s1600/a+new+feeling.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;267&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iOpKl1g7VojCe7CR9P5APKCnL-bdcP3IWpjwuaiL2ejCE5WByDRnziPIg4sfzXRqclCa89mfc3SihORRDlahHJ2algSVncNgMaaNksQZNCCzNmtwde9xzFp3sK-t7OtbduilkNNISvM/s400/a+new+feeling.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was stuck to it for months and years. But not now. I dont know what changed in me. I want to rejoice this moment of realization of being free and independent. I don&#39;t have the baggage of how the other person will think if i do something wiered. Its so freeking awesome to know that i have got back my wings and m upto fly. With no directions ahead but it has to be made.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be just myself without pretending that m fine or happy. I  will not be compromising any of my wishes just to make it special. I can walk and dance and live my life on my terms and conditions. There is no emotional trauma or baggage which m going to carry and just be as carefree as possible. &lt;br /&gt;
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There is not going to be any lying to anybody about anything. No expectations and no restrictions. Do what so ever i ever want to do and roam with anybody as its not going to be anybody&#39;s business now. Look good to flaunt it and feel good about myself and not to impress anybody. No freaking compromises of sleeps for those stupid talks and have a fresh morning all together. &lt;br /&gt;
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Focus more on present things then thinking of moments which are not going to be back together. I need to take care of myself to be independent and practical about the whole idea of life. M going to take decision for my life and nobody else. No bossing around and no domination. Have as many eye contacts as possible and look around for those eye candies and nobody will even stop you to do that.lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a new feeling which m enjoying it and wants to enjoy it as much as possible...!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/7840213847022400118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/7840213847022400118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/7840213847022400118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-feeling.html' title='A new feeling'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iOpKl1g7VojCe7CR9P5APKCnL-bdcP3IWpjwuaiL2ejCE5WByDRnziPIg4sfzXRqclCa89mfc3SihORRDlahHJ2algSVncNgMaaNksQZNCCzNmtwde9xzFp3sK-t7OtbduilkNNISvM/s72-c/a+new+feeling.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-4137447865558197763</id><published>2011-09-12T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:15:07.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An empty mind is a devils place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_UJF179pTTQOUsN2q0i7rihuEjZnG2PEnJjAtCYpmETmV27rFNgi45sEq-qzVHpLyedaYzeW1Wu2SW-USP5kTZHRWxQ0v1073z4OutojWIDLhIz5dg5fq5o8BdhEaeqiTd9fzJIReoU/s1600/deep_thought.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_UJF179pTTQOUsN2q0i7rihuEjZnG2PEnJjAtCYpmETmV27rFNgi45sEq-qzVHpLyedaYzeW1Wu2SW-USP5kTZHRWxQ0v1073z4OutojWIDLhIz5dg5fq5o8BdhEaeqiTd9fzJIReoU/s400/deep_thought.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Idleness means you have no particular goal in mind and thus you can be easily distracted. It happens with most of us that we suddenly start behaving so weird with a particular person or regarding a particular situation that we forget we were never like this. &lt;br /&gt;
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We all have strange ideas and our brain is churning 24*7 non stop. Empty minds can generate thoughts on a particular incident occurred or intended to be occuring in the near future. Recently i was recalling few incidents and i came to realize that half of the decision we take in our lives is when our minds are empty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Does it ever happened to you, that when you don&#39;t have anything to do, you start thinking about something so intensely that you are obsessed about it in no time and gradually starts dreaming about it. We conjure up all sorts of thoughts that can scare us or make us crazy. It sometimes irritates you and sometimes dreamy. &lt;br /&gt;
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You end up hurting un-intentionally to alot many people thinking that its just a dream or a movie where everyhting at the end is going to be fine . But in todays movies sometimes there are no happy endings. &lt;br /&gt;
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Similarly, in real life, if you fail to come out of this break of empty mind soon, then you are sure to miss alot of things and then later regret what you have missed in life. Take a break but not too long, work hard but make sure its smart, go on holiday to refresh and not to be alone in the corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is beautiful. If you dont have friends no problemo, you have books to read, music to enjoy, places to explore, legs to walk and get tired at the end of the day to sleep peacefully. All you have to do is think creative ways to come out of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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You are special. I&#39;m special and nobody, even the empty mind of the other person have the right to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know, it made sense or not. But it surely did to me so sharing it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/4137447865558197763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/09/empty-mind-is-devils-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/4137447865558197763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/4137447865558197763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/09/empty-mind-is-devils-place.html' title='An empty mind is a devils place.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_UJF179pTTQOUsN2q0i7rihuEjZnG2PEnJjAtCYpmETmV27rFNgi45sEq-qzVHpLyedaYzeW1Wu2SW-USP5kTZHRWxQ0v1073z4OutojWIDLhIz5dg5fq5o8BdhEaeqiTd9fzJIReoU/s72-c/deep_thought.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-2589276637826533646</id><published>2011-09-03T22:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-09T11:29:53.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stories Connected..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Story 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a small girl named raina. One day, she saw her mom cooking a nice pomfret for dinner. Raina went to the kitchen and told her that i want to learn how to make this. Her mom agrees to her and starts explaining the process, and in that process she tells her that the pomfret should be cut in 3 pieces. So immediately raina asked ma “But why it has to be in 3 pieces?&quot;. Mom replies &quot;Because it has to be in 3&quot;. Raina again insisted on &quot;Why&quot;. So raina&#39;s mother calls up her mother to ask &quot;why is the pomfret cut in only 3 pieces and not more than that?&quot; The grandmother replies “Because my mother taught me to cut in 3 pieces. And there was no specific reason for that.” Co-incidentally, raina&#39;s great grandmother was still alive, so her mother called her and asked &quot;why was the pomfret cut in 3 pieces only?&quot; she replied &quot;because we had a small fry pan at that time, that is the reason we cut it into 3 pieces. But now when you have big fry pans you can cut into as many pieces as you want.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;
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So guys did anybody got the conclusion of this overall story? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;: Reason is man&#39;s tool of understanding. Reason is the process of thinking.  Reason requires clear, identifiable building blocks. It uses ideas, memories, emotions and sensory input.   Today we get into anything aimlessly. We get started with any organization not knowing the steps and process of it, or either says any course which you know if completed it will give you name, fame, money. You know the end result but what about the steps, hard work, knowledge involved in it. People today opt for CS, CA, UPSC only because they see BIG money, do they know why they want to do CS or CA?  Many of my friends do it. But when they complete the whole course they realize they were better for something else. We have so many options available, and we can make money out of anything. So many options have made the entire youngster’s life left in confused frame of mind. What to do exactly. And most of us go what either our parents say or do something what our friends are opting or if not either then see people who have made money out of anything and achieved success. But dude. Take a break, think what you want to do and why. Here &quot;Why&quot; is really important. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Story 2&lt;/b&gt;:   &lt;br /&gt;
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You take an orange and pierce it what will come out? &lt;br /&gt;
Answer: orange juice.    &lt;br /&gt;
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Take a mango and pierce it, what will come out? &lt;br /&gt;
Answer: Mango pulp.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;: Whatever is there inside comes out when it is pressurized. For example; a group of friends are enjoying their time in the evening, pulling each other’s leg. One of them in the group had a really bad day at work or he is going through some tension suppose, he is showing off that he is fine and normal, but one of your friend starts pulling his leg, the very moment he gets up and speaks up something which intoxicated the whole fun of the evening. It was not because he didn’t like it, but it was in where he wanted to take it out somewhere or other.   In the corporate world when you are given a work you don’t like to do, even after putting in efforts, you were not able to be up to the mark, because it was of not of your interest. So, why to hide up those tension and frustration deep inside, when all you want to do is share and reduce the load of pressure.     &lt;br /&gt;
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Once SONIA GANDHI, L.K. Advani and Laloo Prasad Yadav were travelling in an autorickshaw. They met with an accident and all three of them died. Yama Raja was waiting for this moment at the doorstep of death. He asks Mrs. GANDHI and Advani to go to HEAVEN. But, for Laloo, Yama had already decided that he should be sent to HELL. Laloo is not at all happy with this decision. He asks Yama as to why this discrimination is being made. All the three of them had served the public. Similarly, all took bribes, all misused public positions, etc. Then why the differential treatment? He felt that there should be a formal test or an objective evaluation before a decision is made; and should not be just based on opinion or pre-conceived notions. Yama agrees to this and asks all the three of them to appear for an English test. Mrs GANDHI is asked to spell “INDIA” and she does it correctly. Advani is asked to spell &quot; ENGLAND &quot; and he too passes. It is Laloo&#39;s turn and he is asked to spell &quot; CZECHOSLOVAKIA &quot;.Laloo protests that he doesn&#39;t know English. He says this is not fair and that he was given a tough question and thus forced to fail with false intent. Yama then agrees to conduct a written test in Hindi (to give another chance assuming that Laloo should at least feel that Hindi would provide an equal platform for all three).Mrs GANDHI is asked to write &quot;KUTTA BOLA BHOW BHOW&quot;. She writes it easily and passes. Advani is asked to write &quot;BILLY BOLI MYAUN MYAUN&quot;. He too passes. Laloo is asked to write &quot;BANDAR BOLA GURRRRRR.....&quot;Tough one. He fails again. Laloo is extremely unhappy. Having been a student of history (which the other two weren&#39;t),he now requested for all the 3 to be subjected to a test in history. Yama says OK but this would be the last chance and that he would not take any more tests. Mrs GANDHI is asked: &quot;When did India get Independence?&quot;. She replied &quot;1947&quot; and passed. Advani is asked &quot;How many people died during the independence struggle?”. He gets nervous. Yama asked him to choose from 3 options: 100,000 or 200,000or 300,000.Advani catches it and says 200,000 and passes. It’s Laloo&#39;s turn now. ‘Yama asks him to give the Name and Address of each of the 200,000 who died in the struggle. Laloo accepts defeat and agrees to go to HELL.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/b&gt;: IF YOUR MANAGEMENT HAS DECIDED TO SCREW YOU, THERE IS NO ESCAPE....!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/2589276637826533646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-1-there-was-small-girl-named.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/2589276637826533646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/2589276637826533646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-1-there-was-small-girl-named.html' title='Stories Connected..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nzvnShplLKa8ddmKCZegt85b6_WJtQ1lzCMNS_TAKg35Li-c2VQga8y9WynINDeAvnKmOWcq-XMAP4xUA3FjKfl_2gRMrTEP11W3m2d0Fjpxs6MFgaYYumSxdRzbPVT2LFZWDNy4pg0/s72-c/stories+connect3d+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-6404471921398945586</id><published>2011-08-30T13:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-09T11:33:24.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Bulls Hate the Color Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J2oIZjwZdEWgeIWvNC6PWGN1sAGQSd66RTIia64qUc1ThTDtmId8B7Mroa1vpDmqTH0eYrD7bw4UMt4Jmw-X5iwQ8KpOeTBU3WCcTqUpn6lAbe9l7iPRt0cAOr8CJY9PVcBOOkXkuKs/s1600/Why+Bulls+Hate+the+Color+Red.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;254&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J2oIZjwZdEWgeIWvNC6PWGN1sAGQSd66RTIia64qUc1ThTDtmId8B7Mroa1vpDmqTH0eYrD7bw4UMt4Jmw-X5iwQ8KpOeTBU3WCcTqUpn6lAbe9l7iPRt0cAOr8CJY9PVcBOOkXkuKs/s400/Why+Bulls+Hate+the+Color+Red.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Long ago, Bull did not hate the color red. And he was not angry the way he is today. In fact, he was as gentle as a cloud floating in the sky. But one day this all changed, and here is how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back then, Bull loved to sleep even more than he loved to eat. And he did not like to be disturbed while he was sleeping. One morning, Cardinal flew down and landed on a huge rock. Cardinal didn’t realize that it was actually Bull, who was fast asleep. He flew up from behind and didn’t see Bull’s head or horns. Cardinal thought, “Maybe I’ll find some delicious seeds or grains to eat on top of this rock.” So he crawled up and began to peck at Bull.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bull woke up. When he saw the little red bird, he was furious. Bull bellowed, “How dare you wake me up? I’ll teach you to peck at me!” Bull charged at Cardinal. The frightened, little bird flew away and never went near Bull again.&lt;br /&gt;
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To this day, Bull still gets mad when he sees anything red. It reminds him of the time Cardinal woke him up. That’s why Bull charges whenever he sees a matador wave a red cape.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/6404471921398945586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-bulls-hate-color-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/6404471921398945586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/6404471921398945586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-bulls-hate-color-red.html' title='Why Bulls Hate the Color Red'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J2oIZjwZdEWgeIWvNC6PWGN1sAGQSd66RTIia64qUc1ThTDtmId8B7Mroa1vpDmqTH0eYrD7bw4UMt4Jmw-X5iwQ8KpOeTBU3WCcTqUpn6lAbe9l7iPRt0cAOr8CJY9PVcBOOkXkuKs/s72-c/Why+Bulls+Hate+the+Color+Red.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863488337140716710.post-2652876375663743245</id><published>2011-08-02T17:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-09T11:37:41.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Because i fell in love with you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2UxXCrUqWkbJqwBLD8-IIEoPNpIqoZ5P9b0Q_QwV9mNoLOWDIKW_aMEZHkQ5My5KiDYG5UDJ6u5J-KjN1une-LnOarPZWWJSBNdobLnYyJSudwiu215jlD95QvK1ibWNDQtRB4GWihA/s1600/i+fell+in+love+with+you.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;284&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2UxXCrUqWkbJqwBLD8-IIEoPNpIqoZ5P9b0Q_QwV9mNoLOWDIKW_aMEZHkQ5My5KiDYG5UDJ6u5J-KjN1une-LnOarPZWWJSBNdobLnYyJSudwiu215jlD95QvK1ibWNDQtRB4GWihA/s400/i+fell+in+love+with+you.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have u ever loved sumone&lt;br /&gt;
But knew they didn&#39;t care?&lt;br /&gt;
Have u ever felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;
But Knew you&#39;d get no where?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have u ever looked into their eyes &lt;br /&gt;
And dint find ur image anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;
Have you ever looked into their hearts&lt;br /&gt;
And wished that you were there?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have u ever felt their heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;
When the lights were turned down low?&lt;br /&gt;
Have u ever whispered &quot;I luv u&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
But i can never let you know?&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is grand, yet it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;
The price you pay is high.&lt;br /&gt;
If I could choose betwn Love n Death,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d rather choose to die.&lt;br /&gt;
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So dnt fall in love, my frnd,&lt;br /&gt;
the pain is more than u think&lt;br /&gt;
it remains for life long,&lt;br /&gt;
But happiness goes away in a eye blink.&lt;br /&gt;
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So dnt fall in love, my frnd,&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll b hurt before it&#39;s through.&lt;br /&gt;
I know it hurts, my frnd&lt;br /&gt;
coz I fell in love with u.........</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/feeds/2652876375663743245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-i-fell-in-love-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/2652876375663743245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863488337140716710/posts/default/2652876375663743245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancesaredifficult.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-i-fell-in-love-with-you.html' title='Because i fell in love with you...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15465786447842975808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2UxXCrUqWkbJqwBLD8-IIEoPNpIqoZ5P9b0Q_QwV9mNoLOWDIKW_aMEZHkQ5My5KiDYG5UDJ6u5J-KjN1une-LnOarPZWWJSBNdobLnYyJSudwiu215jlD95QvK1ibWNDQtRB4GWihA/s72-c/i+fell+in+love+with+you.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>