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xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215327909728827837.post-3051926611461265411</id><published>2011-08-24T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:12:23.004+05:30</updated><title type="text">The day I went looking for you</title><content type="html">The day I went looking for you&lt;br /&gt;
It was dark and I don't understand shadows&lt;br /&gt;
But I still went looking for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought the love was strong enough&lt;br /&gt;
To rip through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;
Radiating light sacred only to me&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes gleaming with hope&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But it wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
Wish I had studied physics&lt;br /&gt;
For miracles don't happen&lt;br /&gt;
And shadows don't come out after dark&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I still had hope&lt;br /&gt;
And I found you&lt;br /&gt;
In the shadows of my own self&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I read a story in the Times of India today. Although I hardly react to the whims and fancies of journalists and their point of views, this one has made me to write this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The story talks about how Dalit students in IITs and IIMs have committed suicide, no suicide notes have been found and how this Dalit was told that he is not needed in the AIIMS hostel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thankfully, I, too, have passed college. There were Dalit students in my class. But do I know if they were Dalits? No. Do I care of they were? No. Would have I cared if they told me? No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But how do you know if the guy you are talking to is Dalit? The question to be asked should be how does it matter if the other guy is a Dalit or a Brahmin or one of the million other castes in this country?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The former question is the one thats asked, always.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People tend to find out or judge you by your surname. I remember, as early as in my first standard I was asked about my caste. The question did not come from my teachers but from fellow 6 year olds. Their questions always met with blank stares from me. I could never understand what they were asking or what they meant by "caste".  As a rehearsed script they would then ask, "Whats your surname?" "Chaudhri or Nichani," I replied depending upon that three year period which i dont remember now exactly where I changed from Ashish Chaudhri to Shubhashish Nichani.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"oh, you are a Sindhi or a Punjabi," came the reply depending upon what I said back then. I still stared blankly trying to thinking what purpose would this solve for a fellow 6 year old?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, it made me think. What is my caste? Why is it so important? Why can't I tell what the other guy's caste is just by knowing his name?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The answer I found in the way I was brought up. My mother never mentioned caste, creed or any other way profiling that Indians boast of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Probably, i thought, she  did not know herself or never thought it's important to tell me. It was the former. I came to know this when my dad passed away of a heart attack this February. The priest asked for the gotra to perform his last rights. I looked towards my mother for an answer. She was as blank as I.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ultimately the priest decided we were some high caste Hindus and finished the rituals. I don't even remember what gotra he decided for us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't understand castes because my mother doesn't because her parents never gave her this important lesson of being an Indian. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am Shubhashish. And I am always asked what my surname is? "I don't have a surname," I reply and climb up the weird-chart by leaps out of bound even for Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember my school's principal once asking if I fell from the sky as I don't have a last name. My application for passport was rejected twice because the last name field was blank. The IT dept refused to give me a PAN card without knowing my surname.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amidst all this, I am glad that I am Shubhashish. A punjabi with a Bengali name, born in a small town of Faridabad, living in Mumbai. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What's my caste? I don't know. My mother supported me when I decided to drop my last name. That's all I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;br /&gt;
It's that time of the year again&lt;br /&gt;
When I suffer thorough pain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I PMS on life&lt;br /&gt;
The relation is rife&lt;br /&gt;
Something is still strife&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, that's my prize. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like a pack of ice&lt;br /&gt;
On my heart &lt;br /&gt;
Its still a vice&lt;br /&gt;
A mistake on my part. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am turning into a loon&lt;br /&gt;
This life, a balloon &lt;br /&gt;
Waiting to burst&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I would share my plight.&lt;br /&gt;
Why you, I swear, I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;
But I think of you when I am low&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What’s the plight I don’t show&lt;br /&gt;
But, I am used to you, you know&lt;br /&gt;
In an instinct I picked up the phone&lt;br /&gt;
broke-down. Yes, I am prone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mustered up, dialed your number&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I was coming out of my slumber&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s when my hands froze&lt;br /&gt;
Soulless I am, like this song without a prose&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stayed put losing time and losing mind&lt;br /&gt;
Putting myself through the grind&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn't sleep, I picked up my guitar&lt;br /&gt;
Sang, 'The door to my heart is ajar'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All I know is that I sang like a crow&lt;br /&gt;
Hiding what I feel, trying not the show&lt;br /&gt;
Even the guilt slowly gave up on me&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Please take back all the memories, the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;
The pain. The times when you were sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The times when you stood by me and the times when you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;
The times when I stood by you and the times i didn't. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fun we never had and the fun you miss now.&lt;br /&gt;
All the times I tried, and how.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The laughter, the dreams, the love, the fights, the time that we shared and the time we were supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;
All the things that you wanted, and all the things I wanted for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ring is still in it's place. I have jumped in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;
Fish it out, please feel free.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please take it all. Please take it all.&lt;br /&gt;
I have gills to breathe now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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now that it has rained&lt;br /&gt;
Its all so green&lt;br /&gt;
drenched clean&lt;br /&gt;
the roads are wider&lt;br /&gt;
the girls look prettier&lt;br /&gt;
the rum more inviting&lt;br /&gt;
the pick up more exciting&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but no matter how happy I am now&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the times I was sad&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the pain&lt;br /&gt;
the self inflicted suffering&lt;br /&gt;
the feeling of being nothing&lt;br /&gt;
and a nobody&lt;br /&gt;
i miss feeling low&lt;br /&gt;
i miss being the fool&lt;br /&gt;
i miss the names you called me&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the times I was with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the pain is gone, you are too&lt;br /&gt;
i know i could've taken some more&lt;br /&gt;
and then some,&lt;br /&gt;
you must've had a reason&lt;br /&gt;
you called me the devil&lt;br /&gt;
the tears are there&lt;br /&gt;
but i don't cry&lt;br /&gt;
my eyes don't need cleansing&lt;br /&gt;
neither does my soul.&lt;br /&gt;
i should be happy&lt;br /&gt;
with so much peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;
wider roads&lt;br /&gt;
prettier girls&lt;br /&gt;
so why do i miss you&lt;br /&gt;
and why is life saying&lt;br /&gt;
fuck you?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I have heard it all along. Throughout the time. Day and night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave in every time. Battling my past. Fighting my future and compromising with my present. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your fragile self that never existed, that temper that was forced out of you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your wishes that never saw the day light. And your luxuries that remained dreams unfulfilled, promised otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, you understood me fully. I was a mirror of your own self. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you looked deep in me, all you saw was yourself. How you hated yourself. How you loved yourself. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And with the mission to change me for a better life, all you tried was to change yourself. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was your mirror. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its broken. The dream, the sleep, the dawn and the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For, I have failed to be what you wanted me to. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;Match-fixing has been the darkest period for cricket and it continues to haunt us. And to me, the whole experience of watching cricket is somewhat ruined. Not because I believe in those &amp;quot;bookie&amp;quot; messages, but, simply because someone is trying to influence my love for the game. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I got a message during the India-Australia quarter-final. It said that Australia will bat first, score 270+, Ponting will score above 50, India will lose wickets but will win by 5 wickets and Sachin will score a hundred. How much of it is true and how much is close to what actually happened, we all know. Doesn&amp;#39;t this doubt your love for the game? 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Next match. India-Pakistan. Message says that Pakistan will bat first, score above 300 and India will chase it. Didn&amp;#39;t go this way but then, every ball that was bowled, I watched with a sense of cynicism. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;The grand-finale, too, had its own hits and misses but by now, I was seriously contemplating to make this &amp;quot;bookie&amp;quot; my astrologer. You know, bribing god to get the odds in my favour. :)
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I still don&amp;#39;t believe that the matches were fixed but there are a large number of messages that are circulated during the matches that clearly makes an impact. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Every nail biter is looked upon suspiciously as if it was fixed to perfection for the photo-finish. And every loss in such a great game is definitely bribed. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Somewhere, the integrity of the people watching the game is  deeply compromised and going by the looks of it, I don&amp;#39;t think it will be repaired in a long long time. 
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This is where the biggest disappointment came and you can please check and let me know if you face the same issue or did it work flawlessly on your phone. &lt;p&gt;SPB TV did not work on my 3G service. When I tried to use it over WiFi at my home, it worked as smoothly as Kim Kardashian&amp;#39;s ass. It did. And please don&amp;#39;t ask me how I know the smoothness of her ass, really. &lt;p&gt;I am thoroughly disappointed by Vodafone and its no good 3G service. &lt;p&gt;As for me, I hope I am able to catch the Cricket World Cup on Vodafone TV if it is downloads and works well. Beyond that, 3G is useless for me. &lt;p&gt;Back to my unlimited EDGE or 2G BB internet plan. &lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I had decided that since there is a 10 day window for the exam and the excessive media attention towards the exam, its better for me to pay off the liability on the very first day. That's exactly what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam was scheduled on Nov 28. 3.30 pm, Bandra, Mumbai. Before leaving home, at around 12.30 pm I chanced upon to see a couple of news channels who were beaming flashes that the CAT exam servers have crashed at certain locations. The most starking city of the lot was Bangalore. Isn't Bangalore the IT hub of India? Isn't that the city where the IT revolution in this country started? Isn't the prized city of Karnataka the Silicon Valley of India? Then why did the servers crashed in Bangalore? And we say that our infrastructure is blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home thinking that Mumbai wont suffer such issues as this is THE city in India. Even at its worse this city is one of the best in the country. I was be be proved wrong shortly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my exam centre, Fr Agnel's Engineering college at 1.15 pm. Waited for 15 minutes as the instructions clearly said that reach two hours before the exam and "NO ONE WOULD BE ALLOWED TO ENTER AFTER 2 pm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the aspiring MBAs were standing outside the college till two as the first batch hadn't finished their exam yet. For the record, the first batch was supposed to sit for the exam at 10.30 and finish at 12.30 pm. They started late as the servers in Mumbai crashed, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 pm, we started to enter the college premises and went to our designated floors. My exam was scheduled at the 9th floor computer lab. Once at the 9the floor, the security incharge asked us to line up at the 8th floor, get ourselves checked- and return to the 9th floor. What other option did we have? After standing in the que &lt;br /&gt;for 20 minutes, the security incharge tells us to go back on the 9th floor and get the required process started there. We go back. After the check, and zipping our phones, wallets, watches, pens, etc, we were asked to settle ourselves in a small room called auditorium. I clearly remember my space starved KC College in Mumbai had 5 times bigger class rooms than this "auditorium" at an engineering college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now totally cut-off from the world and no idea about the time (as our watches too, were taken away) we waited. Patiently, we waited, some slept, some made new friends, some glanced away from the window to the under construction  Bandra-Worli sea link and some, to the swimming pool of Taj, Land's End.  I repented not getting my spectacle made and couldn't see whats happening at a distance :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imaginary clock was ticking lazily in the hot and humid Mumbai afternoon. Tick. Tick. Tick. The Prometric is a tick actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that the prestigious IIMs, who teach Indians how to "manage" couldn't manage a simple exam online? How difficult it could be if you have one year to prepare the infrastructure and an organisation like Prometric, a biggie who knows how to manage these online exams? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere post 4.30 pm the issues were sorted out and we slowed inched closer to our designated spaces. A finger-print scan and a picture later, I sat and waited yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, one more thing: Dear IIMs, please don't think that we Indians are drop dead lame and stupid and still think that computers are some creepy machines which requires years and years of practice to master. The so called 15-minute tutorial was actually, technically a 30 second 9 steps interactive pictures. I can take on anyone in the world who defends that it was a video. It wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 30 seconds on the lame 9-step instruction screen, i waited yet again as the college didn't let us start the exam before 5.30 pm. You read it correct, no typo there, 5.30 pm. An exam that was supposed to begin at 3.30 was a good 2 hours late. And mind you, were were asked to report 2 hours before the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed wasn't a smooth ride either. My computer crashed twice as the previous test taken was closed properly and a screen warning the same appeared every two minutes. I couldn't begin the test for a good 5 minutes and was  given technical assistance which somehow brought things under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in newspapers today morning that the CAT convenor has said that problems are bound to happen as this is the first time CAT is online. What? Really? Did he say that? hm.. This means, that when the American credit market crashed last year and the whole world collapsed afterwards, we should have said, "This is the first time this is happening so please bear with us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't the convenor be saying what steps they are taking to minimize the glitches? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometric, which boasts of being a Mr know-it-all in the online test space has failed miserably. How can so many servers crash at the same time? They knew that over 2 lakh aspirants will be sitting for the exam in these 10 days right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, only 10,000 aspirants typed the exam on the first day. Prometric couldn't manage 10,000 people, that too, in two slots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I always wanted to try, ox’s testicles, snakes, silkworms, ducks, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Good, You are going to China in 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the conversation I had with my boss when he asked me to go for this junket. I admit, more than the work, the thought of eating all the above mentioned, “Disgusting” according to us, was enough motivation for me to pack my bags and head straight to China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed in the week before my trip was nothing short of an experience in itself. My friends, family, colleagues, and possibly any and everyone who came to know about this least sought after places for vacation (given our fixation for the Switzerlands, and Londons of the world), asked me, China? Why? How will you survive there? Do you even know what they eat? How and what will you eat there? And many more such questions were thrown at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to all of them was just one simple sentence. “That’s exactly why I am so excited to go to China!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely believe that visiting a new country or even a place in your own country isn’t complete until you try the local food. No matter how offensive it may sound to you, its staple for some and one MUST experience them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I must admit that all these reservations did make me jittery but nonetheless, I was determined to eat everything and anything that came my way, after all I was an Indian Tiger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally well prepared to eat “anything”, we landed in Shanghai. To begin my belly dance on a safe note, I first entered a KFC restaurant at the airport and asked for a shark burger! It was yum and I cleared stage one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the food, I must admit that I was completely awestruck by the Dragon. Whatever I have seen and continue to on television is just a tiny speck to what the country actually is. The first words I uttered when I saw Shanghai were, “Politicians want to transform Mumbai into a Shanghai? Have they even seen Shanghai? Not 10, not 20, what I saw in Shanghai was a city which was atleast 50 years, even by the most conservative estimates, ahead of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the food, after the first day of the conference, the organizers took us to this amazing restaurant that served food in the authentic Chinese style. There were 15 types of meat to savor and I must admit I don’t know any of the names expect a couple of pork dishes and duck’s tongue! To all those who say that the authentic Chinese food doesn’t taste good - Balls. My mouth still waters when I think of it. Without knowing what I was eating, I ate all sorts of meat and some were really good, some good and well, few were out rightly disgusting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day’s lunch was scheduled at the Sofitel Hotel near the picturesque Westlake in Hangzhou. It was a buffet and names of the dishes were written in Chinese. A particular kind of meat caught my attention and I asked the chef what it was? He pointed towards the lake and said something which I comprehended as “Duck!” I ate it, and by far it is the most delicious type of meat I have ever eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Beijing, I met wonderful backpackers and instantly formed a small group. Davis Campbell of Scotland, Rita Cabaco (Portugal) who was coming from Vietnam and was heading to Japan, Fannie was a Dutch, spent her six days in the Trans-Siberian train on her way to China, and Farida (UK). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious place to eat in Beijing was the “Snack Street”, which was something like the khau gali of Mumbai. What I saw there was a sight I think is only a carnivore’s delight! From snakes to silkworms, sea horses and scorpions to weird looking sea creatures, you name it and they got it. Just for your information, scorpions are alive and tied to skewers. You order one and they will put a live scorpion into hot boiling oil for a couple of seconds, garnish and voila! Its ready to eat! I am glad I did not puke at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Campbell ordered something and was relishing on it. I asked, “What’s this?” He replied, “Try it.” I did. It was tasty, something that I had never ever eaten in my life before. Soft, spicy and juicy… yes, it was a snake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now when I think how I ate a snake, silkworms and sea horses, I do feel giddy. A bigger sin would have been not eating all those meats and coming back to my comfort zone in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of a snake is still fresh on my tongue, duck’s tongue – no matter how repulsive it may sound, was just out of this world and silkworms were undoubtedly one of the most disgusting meat I have ever tasted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unmatched experience and I am looking forward to go to China again, and this time, on a full fledged food trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in China from September 10 to 19. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the country in my subsequent posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My aim and life was close to each other&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My aim was you and my life was you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking back now, I feel with ribbons of your love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I might hold them together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were my dream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A beautiful one, envy for others&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You, only you, nothing else but you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dream… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From morning to dusk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This world to death&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From laughter to tears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorrow to happiness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see nothing else but you… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your love is my treasure&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caged in my heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eternity, come and go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am alive because of your love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;-- Shubh
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