<?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-188163464640879229</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:38:43.952-07:00</updated><category term="Budding_love"/><category term="College"/><category term="masti"/><category term="Hostel"/><category term="friends"/><category term="fun"/><category term="3 idiots"/><category term="Alpha Medittaion"/><category term="Friends hostel masti exam fever"/><category term="God"/><category term="Infy --- Mphasis."/><category term="Love story"/><category term="Meditation"/><category term="New year"/><category term="Story"/><category term="WE"/><category term="environment"/><category term="faith"/><category term="love"/><category term="memories"/><category term="news"/><title type='text'>Masti ki Pathshalaa!</title><subtitle type='html'>!ts only Words...and words are all I have!&#xa;To Take your heart away...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-674200156852659921</id><published>2019-09-01T06:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2019-09-01T06:31:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
There is nothing called love in this world.. Huh do u really think there is love... No I think there is only need when need is over love is done.. Let&#39;s take an example... We love our parents so much when we are young... Really.. No we are too much dependent on our parents when we are young... We assume that need to be love... Once we grow we become independent... We start earning.. And so do u still love the same to ur parents?? Do u still care???&lt;br /&gt;
Why is it that life becomes stale after initial 4-5 years of marriage?? Need is over... I can give u such examples in every relation... There is no love&lt;br /&gt;
.. Every relation has some benefit else there is no relation same is true for a friendship...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/674200156852659921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/674200156852659921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2019/09/love.html' title='Love..'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-104466694517244776</id><published>2018-08-31T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-08-31T03:53:47.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m confident now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
These days I have discovered a new me!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m confident, I feel I can do anything... &lt;br /&gt;
I love the feeling!! Everyday I&#39;m confident. &lt;br /&gt;
I know I have help for me. &lt;br /&gt;
All these fabulous feelings are because of a friend that I have explored recently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For any of my problem he is there.. &lt;br /&gt;
If I need to know how to handle my fears he is there&lt;br /&gt;
he is there to share all the knowledge he has... &lt;br /&gt;
If I need recipe of a new dish he is there&lt;br /&gt;
If I need a&amp;nbsp;creative idea he is there&lt;br /&gt;
If I need to have positive thoughts I go to him &lt;br /&gt;
If I need&amp;nbsp;some entertainment I&amp;nbsp;reach out to him &lt;br /&gt;
If I need to listen to music off course he is there&lt;br /&gt;
If I need any advice he is there&lt;br /&gt;
These days for any relationship goof up I can handle. &lt;br /&gt;
I can handle my fears&lt;br /&gt;
Not only my personal life but also my professional life is blessed to have him &lt;br /&gt;
Any technical issue I can go to my friend... &lt;br /&gt;
New technology -- no issue&lt;br /&gt;
Need to get creative he is there&lt;br /&gt;
Need some innovation he is there&lt;br /&gt;
Im so thankful&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was there all this time it was me who delayed&amp;nbsp;discovering, exploring him. &lt;br /&gt;
I feel everything is destined. I feel so comfortable now with him. This security is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;
I really had not thought how powerful he is!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This new friend is with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want you to delay exploring him like me!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes my friends name is - &lt;strong&gt;YouTube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can learn anything I want with him may it be science, technology, cooking, parenting, Rangoli, painting&lt;br /&gt;
I can have all entertainment music, movie, serials, jokes, pranks&lt;br /&gt;
I can get book abstracts here too!!&lt;br /&gt;
I can teach myself Zumba, yoga, Salsa&lt;br /&gt;
I can play new sport I name it and I have it!!&lt;br /&gt;
I can quiet my child with&amp;nbsp;YouTube for kids!!&lt;br /&gt;
I can sharpen my technical skills anytime, I can learn all the new techniques here.&lt;br /&gt;
and all this.... when I&#39;m free and ready to spend time with without any preconditions and tantrums... &lt;br /&gt;
only One condition Phone enabled with Internet!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just feel I should have realised the power of this earlier!!&lt;br /&gt;
Better late than never... I&#39;m just falling in love with the new me!!&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of spending time on FB I feel I can spend my me time more on youtube!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you know who introduced me to the power of this … my princess!!&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I learnt to explore YouTube from my daughter :) &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/104466694517244776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/104466694517244776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2018/08/im-confident-now.html' title='I&#39;m confident now!!'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-8173347745130713723</id><published>2018-06-04T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-06-04T03:04:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Words - Word&#39;s Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&quot;Hellooo&quot; Pihu chuckled at a stranger entering our society lift with us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For a second I felt so happy that she is socializing on her own and not shying to talk to strangers.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She was trying to know where he lives, which floor she should press for him... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was happy to see her growing... Suddenly a fear started griping within me. The mother within me was telling me what she is doing is wrong. She should not talk to stranger… Talk… she should not even look at strangers… I was scared, I was scared as a woman, as a Mother. I was behaving strange, right? You might think so, but as a Man you will never realize what the news which flash these days does to a mother’s heart!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is happening to our society? The news I read daily they shake whole of me from within as a human, as a mother they scare me to the core. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A 92-year-old raped a 4 yr old... come on old man she is younger than your granddaughter probably, what animal arises in you men that you can&#39;t look at a kid&#39;s innocence? What wrong did she do to you? Did she wear provoking dress for you, did she talk or gave &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;signals&lt;/i&gt; to you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At 92 in today’s age you are already &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;“Overtime”&lt;/b&gt; why add sins in the extra life you are getting. At 92 they say you are enlightened, you have seen life closely, people will look towards you to for advice...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A pregnant woman was gang raped in auto by co- travellers… What? Really? I just don’t have no words (&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt; words) for such Bas***ds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A man rapes a 6-month-old baby, 6-month-old, really? who is that man? He is the baby’s uncle; how can people even think of such acts forget committing them. That little baby can’t even say Mom/Dad/uncle…&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; 6 months Ohh God!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A father rapes his daughter for couple of years!!! What is happening man… Do you really care for any relation? A girl has special affection towards her father, she looks for values in other men the values her father has. What Value are you displaying, you Moron!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These are just a few instances to mention, everyday there are so many such cases.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We really need to think what we are teaching younger generation; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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recently minor boys were held for gang raping 4 yr old. Do we want these values to be passed on to our next generation?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a question to the Men there, for you every female sums only to a hole?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What the hell man.... Today I cannot trust at any man, yes &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;any man,&lt;/b&gt; any male! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want my daughter to learn and live free, get everything she deserves, I want her to play and breathe free air…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m scared to send her to school, will she reach safe? Will God reside today in the bus driver? Will he see the innocence in the kids? No, I don’t know, I cannot trust him, let me drop my kid to school myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m scared and look at the watch every 2 min, is my kid safe in school? Will God reside today in the peon/Watchman/Male teacher? Will he see his daughter in my kid when she smiles at him? My heart beats just for the sake to keep me alive… &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“Ohh only if I could have taught her at home. Why do I need to have formal education?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m scared to send my kid to play in garden, will she be safe? Will God reside today in every other uncle she trusts, every other grandpa she helps?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m scared to leave my kid alone even at home with any male relative, will she be safe? Will God reside in her uncle? Will he see her smile and give priority to her trust than to his animal instincts?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I cannot leave my child for min away from me, The minute I separate from her I start praying and I start suspecting every male species I see around. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want my child to live a normal life… where she can play with human beings, smile at humans, laugh, with human beings and trust human beings but the most I want for her is her safety, her dignity, smile on her face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want my daughter to be in &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;safe hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today the society is divided in two parts Females and Animals?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Soon I think those days will be back when people(Male) will not allow their daughters, wives, mothers out of the house, females will be locked up in their houses, even female will prefer being illiterate, non- working, locked! Not because they are narrow minded but to be safe, to live a normal life, to smile… They will love being child bearer and housewives as that will be the safest job and mind you People(Male) will abort girl child not because they want boy, but because she will get raped!! She is not safe in this country! That’s the best option to save them from a rapist roaming like a wild animal hungry and ready to pawn on any female irrespective of her age, condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Following this situation soon our country will be &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Only Male Country!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“Living with your daughter away from you is like living with your heart outside your body!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;No need sir.... exclaimed the driver, adjusting his seat belt, as he buckled it he continued, &quot;i need to put it as there will be police at the next signal&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Parag looked at him calmly and as he buckled his seat belt he casually remarked,&quot;Brother, Its not that I dont trust your driving skills but I love the ladies seating backseat more!!&quot; Completing his sentence he smiled at me and Garima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;I was stunned by his reply and thouhts started flowing thats so true... we can say our loved ones &quot;I love you!!&quot; Even through such small act of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Why is it that we dont care for our safety?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Why we wear helmet, seat belt only to avoid fine!! These rules are to protect us... why we think we think we are harassed by these rules!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Friends someone who loves you, for whom you are their world is waiting for you, please follow safety rules they are for our benifits, Drive Safe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;I feel everyone should starts thinking like Parag... Im so proud to have you in my life Parag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Thank you dear for putting safety before casual comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Next time friends make your loved ones proud by following rules and showing ur love for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;- Thank you in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/feeds/2932422400447046266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2018/02/he-loves-me-no-need-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/2932422400447046266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/2932422400447046266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2018/02/he-loves-me-no-need-sir.html' title='He loves me!!'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-4896452719220176971</id><published>2017-12-18T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-06-04T02:40:11.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am I evolving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style= font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px;&quot;&gt;An interesting question came to my mind today and want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;
Evolution : aree baba wait... im not going to take a hiatory class.&lt;span class=&quot;_5mfr _47e3&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;img&quot; height=&quot;16&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; src=&quot;https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff6/2/16/1f609.png&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;&quot; width=&quot;16&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;😉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;Did you ever notice yourself.. we are created so perfect... every minute detail is taken care, forget about the complex systems like nervous system, respiratory system etc... it was given deep thought even when GOD created nails for us, our hair protect us. Did you ever notice how God might have come up with the material of our skin? It does&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;n&#39;t get wet in water, it doesn&#39;t absorb water but it absorbs body lotion&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;_5mfr _47e3&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;img&quot; height=&quot;16&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; src=&quot;https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff6/2/16/1f609.png&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;&quot; width=&quot;16&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;😉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It&#39;s rough enough to handle this pollution and soft enough to feel the love... we can feel even the ant or a small insect on our skin.&lt;br /&gt;
What I want to say is...&lt;br /&gt;
We are perfect... NOW or we have evolved to become perfect. Is this the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 6px;&quot;&gt;Has HE stopped thinking? Why is there no change in us for so many years now... I mean even Ram in his human avatar was as we are now. Isn&#39;t he bored looking at same us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;So if God wants to add a new feature in us and create a next version of human what do you think he will modify in us? Will he give ability to be amphibian? Will he add skin in between our toes to make us swim like ducks?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;_5mfr _47e3&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;img&quot; height=&quot;16&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; src=&quot;https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff0/2/16/1f603.png&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;&quot; width=&quot;16&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;😃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
These are just my wild imaginations...&lt;br /&gt;
So can you think of some features which you think are essential and should get deployed as eternal part of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;&quot;&gt;So friends scratch your creative grey cells and come up with some mind boggling features - lets call this list of features as our wishlist. May be some of the feature from this wishlist comes true??? God knows when may be in time x.x&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;_5mfr _47e3&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;img&quot; height=&quot;16&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; src=&quot;https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/f6f/2/16/1f602.png&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;&quot; width=&quot;16&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;😂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Where x could take value from 50-99&lt;span class=&quot;_5mfr _47e3&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;img&quot; height=&quot;16&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; src=&quot;https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/ff6/2/16/1f609.png&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;&quot; width=&quot;16&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;😉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In your next janam you will take birth with those advance feature... offcourse u know na papiyo ko sare jivo ki yoni mein janam lena padta hai and all... human janam is not an easy affair!!! And the rate at which u are committing crimes... what to say&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;_47e3 _5mfr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;&quot; title=&quot;tongue emoticon&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;img&quot; height=&quot;16&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; src=&quot;https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/f3e/2/16/1f61b.png&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;&quot; width=&quot;16&quot; /&gt;&lt;span aria-hidden=&quot;true&quot; class=&quot;_7oe&quot; style=&quot;display: inline-block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;&quot;&gt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/feeds/4896452719220176971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2017/12/am-i-evolving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/4896452719220176971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/4896452719220176971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2017/12/am-i-evolving.html' title='am I evolving?'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-3088799287344674324</id><published>2017-12-07T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-06-04T02:40:27.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style= font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;You turned 4 today...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style= font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style= font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Its not just your birthday celebration but its also anniversary of my motherhood....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Im discovering a new me in myself each day... U have taught me so many things!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style= font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;I love you more than I can express...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style= display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today I just want to wish you soar up high in the sky.. achieve great heights, you develop your own wings to explore your own capabilities, challenge own limits and build your own world!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to prepare myself to answer all your innocent questions.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to prepare myself to give you everything that you deserve...&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish you a Happy birthday my sweat heart!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The word sweat heart has now gained its real meaning for me!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mamma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;early, brushed your teeth, took bath. I was very happy. Being your first
picnic even I was excited as well as a bit nervous. There were all weird scary
thoughts coming in my mind, will you be all right? Will the teachers be able to
look after all kids? I know every mother might be going through these thought
and fears; There is a time when a mother must overcome all her fears and
release her kid from her secure embrace and let them fly to explore; to grow.
This was first time you would be going out without me around you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I’m not used to be at home on a Saturday and you not around. Believe me
I had already started missing you the moment I dropped you in school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;You were back home after a while, to be precise four hours which felt
like 4 decades to me. You were so excited to tell me about all the activities
you did, how you enjoyed with your friends and your environmental observations.
How you had sandwich with your friends. My nervousness had vanished since your
trip was a success. You had learned to be without me in public, to listen to your
teacher’s instruction, to help your friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;After all the chatting and when you finished sharing your days
experiences, it was the most difficult time, Lunch time!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;It is hard to make you eat food. I must come up with new ideas daily to
achieve my target: to feed you! I took advantage of your excitement and
chatting with you asking you various questions about your first picnic
experience I started feeding you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“So how did you all go to the garden?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“We went by bus”, you Chuckled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“What did you eat with your friends?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;You were happily eating, forgotten actually that you were eating too..
:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;.......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I had exhausted my questions and that made you again go, “I’m full now.
I don’t want to eat any more”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;So I left you for a while, then after some time I called you and said,
“Garima, can you please help me finish this rice?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“umm.. no.. I’m full na..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;” u cribbed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“Please dear, we will waste this rice otherwise. Please.. ”, I tried to
persuade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“umm.. ok.. but I will eat only one small part” you said warning me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I was so happy… “ok, you may eat just a small part. Garima is so good
she helps mamma finish the rice” I tried to encourage you for your decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;My trick did work. You finished the rice, bringing a big smile of
accomplishment on my face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Soon you were tired and you slept, bringing silence to prevail again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;It’s a big task to feed you, no actually every task related to you is
big. As you are learning, I’m too, to be a mother, to teach you difference
between right and wrong, to treat you with patience, to handle your tantrums,
to love you when you are at your naughtiest point, or when you are at your
worst.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Living with you is like reliving my own childhood.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Thank you sweet heart for giving me this chance to be your&amp;nbsp;
Mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;With loads of love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hurried.....&lt;br /&gt;
I was getting late.. We were getting late... actually my office is flexible but her school is not...&lt;br /&gt;
So we were getting late for her school.. When I reached, prayer was already done, her Pt class was going on...&lt;br /&gt;
I dropped her and hurriedly came back, a sight caught my attention... a small boy was crying as if he is beaten to hell... all tears flowing, node running.... doesn&#39;t want to attend school.... crying mumma... mumma.... the sight was painful but it brought a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;
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ahh... you may call me cruel.. but wait let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;
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He was crying as he doesn&#39;t want to attend school....&lt;br /&gt;
school.... that&#39;s the best thing that has ever happened to me... that&#39;s the best time of everyone&#39;s life...&lt;br /&gt;
I know you agree with me now... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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We made the best friends in school... we had the best time in school&lt;br /&gt;
That was the time everyone of us wants to relive...&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sure all of us did cry... there were times when we hated going to school.... exams...&lt;br /&gt;
but today we all love those times...&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel life is like that.... we should enjoy what is in our hands... rather than waiting to get what we expect. cause we always come to know worth of what we have after we loose it.&lt;br /&gt;
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its such a coincidence that I&#39;m writing this on Teachers Day!!!.... Wishing all my teachers Happy Teachers day!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming back to the crying boy... I wanted to take a video of his and show that to him 25 years from now... yes it would take 25 years for him to realize that school time is the best time... &lt;br /&gt;
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Love my school days... missing them..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Recently, I have been reading on Meditation, the reason being these days my mind is full of different thoughts, they are from different category,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and they all mix up and I think a lot &lt;br /&gt;
I know everybody experiences this at my age, there are so many things we need to take care of, &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Utility bills like electricity, telephone, cylinder etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;EMI payment on time&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Office deadlines&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Personal deadlines&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Relation matters&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Family matters&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Friends matters&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;missleneous issues ( whats happening with govt, Indian cricket team, politics, current affairs etc.&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/li&gt;
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So many things... the mind is always working, even when we sleep its dreaming... &lt;br /&gt;
so I thought how can we help it to relax. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a strong believer of this.. and I have experienced this too, Meditation is the way to relax your mind, to separate unwanted clutter from creative thoughts, self improving thoughts.. &lt;br /&gt;
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so I wanted to share few things I studied today, may be its not new to you,. but there might be few like me to whom it is new and useful. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://yourbraintraining.com/alpha-meditation.html&quot; rel=&quot;bookmark&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What is alpha meditation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The cells in the brain or neurons use electricity to communicate with each other. This can be measured and are called brainwaves and measured in Hertz units.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are 5 main frequencies of brain waves that can be identified: &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Gamma&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Beta&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Alpha&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Theta &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Delta&lt;/div&gt;
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Each frequency of brainwave can be connected to a specific state of consciousness. When we are examining meditation, Alpha and Theta brainwaves are the most prevalent and important.&lt;/div&gt;
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Alpha waves are what we experience when we are daydreaming or in a very relaxed state.&lt;/div&gt;
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They are seen as the bridge between the subconscious and conscious mind and can lead to deeper levels of health, happiness, creativity and success.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is where we find inspiration supplied by our sub consciousness, where our creativity and sudden insights comes from. Meditation and Alpha brainwaves can be used to unlock solutions for issues that you will not find in your conscious state.&lt;/div&gt;
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How to do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha Meditation...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in next article.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m learning this too... we will learn together.. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;
OMG!!... what to say... feeling so excited!!! &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m writing here after I think&amp;nbsp; 3 years!!???? &lt;br /&gt;
Im loving this.. &lt;br /&gt;
Right now nothing is coming to my mind... apart from happiness... &lt;br /&gt;
as If I have found my lost love... &lt;br /&gt;
Yes writing is my love!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Thank you, thank you, thank you God!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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I know Im sounding crazy!! &lt;br /&gt;
The blog was there already... but I could not open and write in to it... &lt;br /&gt;
was so tied up with work!!! &lt;br /&gt;
but now I will surely be regular!! &lt;br /&gt;
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So what should I write today about??&lt;br /&gt;
hmm... an interesting observation!! &lt;br /&gt;
These days creating a different spelling of a word is style!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I saw a spelling mistake in name of a saloon.. &lt;br /&gt;
but it kept me wondering.. &lt;br /&gt;
was it a mistake or a style?? :) &lt;br /&gt;
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so these days anyone can coolly hide their mistake in name of style and fashion... &lt;br /&gt;
eg: &lt;br /&gt;
if u make mistake in cutting or stitching cloth, it becomes fashion... &lt;br /&gt;
if barber makes mistake it becomes a new hair style.. :) &lt;br /&gt;
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so.. you get to learn from your mistake... &lt;br /&gt;
or we can say... mistake is step to innovation!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s it for today!! &lt;br /&gt;
with that thought I would sign out!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Be in Touch!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow what a news to start my day today. The news that caught my eyes today &quot;Time travel possible but only to the future: English physicist&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
It took me into the whole new world!!! I know it is my world of imagination and not new to me but it has included a lot of new possibilities in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Fiction stories based on time travel can now turn to be true in reality!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm but there is one catch... you cannot travel back... only you can travel in future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though Im very happy to hear this, Im still wondering how is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;
Let me explain my dilema: We travel to places a different place suppose like say today you went to US, but you can travel there because there this place exists and there are people already living present.&lt;br /&gt;
Now if you travel to future, say 10yrs from now, how can you travel, does that mean you are already living your future in the future time? But your self is not knowing it? Does the sixth sense come to us from there? and if so, then how many things are we living at a time, I mean Im living my life 5yrs from now is as true as Im living my life from 10 yrs and 20 yrs from now?&lt;br /&gt;
So you see Im very very confused... how is this possible..!!!??? and if this is possible then isn&#39;t it true that everything is destined?&lt;br /&gt;
If today a person in 10th std travels 10 yrs to future he will be suppose a doctor... No I dont want him to be an Engr or in iT... :)&lt;br /&gt;
Then without he putting any efforts to become a doctor he can live his future life of being a doc? what does that mean it was his destiny?&lt;br /&gt;
After all time travel to future in the present will show us what is our destiny? Only thing is you get to explore the future as your soul travels with you towards the future!! aww... :| Im very disturbed... How will this work... Immediately Im going to google it, once I finish writting this.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is also showing a ray of hope... to people who commit suicide... lets say&lt;br /&gt;
They can now travel to their future... if the future is still same then may be commit suicide!! lets keep that topic aside.. its a very serious topic.. I dont want to get into it... (Should one commit suicide or Is suicide the right option!!)&lt;br /&gt;
Or for the people who cannot bear the pain their present is giving, umm... someone fighting a deadly disease?&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually if it would have been possible to travel back in time I bet everyone of us would love to travel back and relive those childhood moments!!&lt;br /&gt;
May be then we could get a second chance to make our first impression.. wow...&lt;br /&gt;
We may get a chance to correct our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
We may get a chance to shape our future in better way!!!&lt;br /&gt;
We may take things more seriously.. we will never hurt our loved ones again, as we have gone through the pain of may be parting from them...&lt;br /&gt;
so many possibilities!!&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm but but... this is still not gauranteed and we may have to wait and watch for that day to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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So time being let us imagine the future!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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A good Article Im reading:&lt;br /&gt;
http://science.howstuffworks.com/science-vs-myth/everyday-myths/time-travel.htm&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever felt like leaving all that you have currently and run away to a far far place?&lt;br /&gt;
I have been feeling it…. like leaving everything… all the tensions, relations everything… Sanyaas they call it!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I know you will now call me a coward… who wants to run away from situation and not face them…&lt;br /&gt;
But then I dont know why Im not able to take that decision.May be because I fear I may not be able to forget the love that I have of my loved ones..&lt;br /&gt;
I get bored of these relations some times… I dont get to live as I want because of them… why do I need to be good to everyone? when they dont care about me? They are free to be as they want but Im bounded by values, manners and what all …&lt;br /&gt;
Isn’t it right, for a relation to grow it needs to be nourished from both sides?&lt;br /&gt;
And damn these TV serials….&lt;br /&gt;
Why the hell do every serial has to have a bahu who can sacrifice anything for her relations?&lt;br /&gt;
Why there is only one person who is so good then?? If being good is so imp? I Dont want to be the good gal… I want to be a bad gal…&lt;br /&gt;
The Bad people always get what they want and they always enjoy all through out their life. While the good people dont even get recognized for heir sacrifices… may be in the end they will get a few words of praise… huh?&lt;br /&gt;
Is it really bad if you once in a while hurt someone? when they keep hurting you always? or you back answer your elders?&lt;br /&gt;
Why are we always taught to be polite and well mannered? When it hurt the core of your heart... it damages you!!&lt;br /&gt;
Im fed up of being good…&lt;br /&gt;
Im tired of speaking politely to everyone when my heart wishes just to slap that person in face…&lt;br /&gt;
Im tired of keeping quite and not answering to my managers when they play the blame game…&lt;br /&gt;
Im tired of taking care of everyone, when they care a damn about me..&lt;br /&gt;
Im tired of calling friends when they will never call and be in touch…(and when I call they will say… ohh you called after a long time?? huh? &amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;
I dont want the praises, I dont want people to think Im a good gal!!&lt;br /&gt;
I dont want to hurt someone either… I just want to live my life the way I want.. without restrictions..&lt;br /&gt;
I have got one life and I want to live to the fullest but these restrictions dont allow me to…&lt;br /&gt;
I dont want to live in this world… I want to breathe in a different world….&lt;br /&gt;
If I go to that world would I be happy.. where there will be.. just me and me all over?&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere I can do whatever I want?&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was a small kid I was very happy, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nobody asked me why I was happy and why I smiled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But today I’m so engrossed with things that people doubt if
I smile without reason... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I did not care for anything, any worries... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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May be I believed in God then... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He gave me life and will lead me the way to live it... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But today even the smallest thing makes me worried... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have I lost faith in HIM? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I should not think much... They say live in today but
we need to plan for tomorrow right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But what if today is my last day? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to live in today I want to be happy today, I want to
cherish my today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don’t want to spoil my today for tomorrow... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who knows tomorrow may never come and then I will repent for
not enjoying my today.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn’t it so true... when in college I worried about getting
a good job but now I think... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kash... Then when I was with friends I should have enjoyed
more than worrying.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everything is planned... and so we need not worry... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s going to happen the way it is destined to… &amp;nbsp;only thing in our hand is to put efforts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I’m not saying we
should not have dreams.. But in making our dreams come true we should not forget
our today which is never going to come back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have learnt this and want to learn how to live in present!!
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to live this moment... without worrying what the next
moment will bring...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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13th Zodiac sign : Ophiuchus&lt;br /&gt;
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I don’t know how many of you know about this, but while surfing today I just came across this, Till now I had believed we have 12 zodiac signs… but on Jan 2011 a new Zodiac sign was introduced : Ophiuchus!! How do you pronounce that huh?? :roll:&lt;br /&gt;
So now the new zodiac dates are as below:&lt;br /&gt;
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Capricorn: Jan. 20-Feb. 16.&lt;br /&gt;
Aquarius: Feb. 16-March 11.&lt;br /&gt;
Pisces: March 11-April 18.&lt;br /&gt;
Aries: April 18-May 13.&lt;br /&gt;
Taurus: May 13-June 21.&lt;br /&gt;
Gemini: June 21-July 20.&lt;br /&gt;
Cancer: July 20-Aug. 10.&lt;br /&gt;
Leo: Aug. 10-Sept. 16.&lt;br /&gt;
Virgo: Sept. 16-Oct. 30.&lt;br /&gt;
Libra: Oct. 30-Nov. 23.&lt;br /&gt;
Scorpio: Nov. 23-29.&lt;br /&gt;
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29-Dec. 17.&lt;br /&gt;
Sagittarius: Dec. 17-Jan. 20.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so proud till yest about being a leo… but now I discovered that I’m not a leo?? Huh?? ?what are you saying ?? I loved my zodiac and now… Nooooooooo…. All my near and dear ones signs have changed!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Im not a very strong believer in astrology but I love to read my horoscope daily… But I never noticed they have introduced this new sign!! In newspapers and all they still show readings for only 12 signs.. ?? why?? I think they might have not yet come to final decision to include this sign or not… umm.. ?? :think: May be…&lt;br /&gt;
This is the symbol of new sign :&lt;br /&gt;
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Some personality traits of this sign:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; * A flamboyant dressing sense, favouring bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * Authority looks upon him/her well&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * Would make a great architect or builder&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * Number 12 is the lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * Will have a big family but will leave home at an early age&lt;br /&gt;
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However, not everybody is buying the argument. We&#39;ve known about this for ages. The constellations don&#39;t suggest what&#39;s coming up, it&#39;s the planets! The constellations are a measuring device, another astrologer Susan Miller is quoted to have told ABC News. She said over period the original number of 50 constellations were brought down to 18 and later to 12 as they are now. The insertion of a new sign would mean reversal of the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;
I’m in a shock!!! Though I take the readings lightly, I love reading them and now suddenly I’m not a Leo… I’m a Cancer!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Reference:&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1347140/Horoscope-change-2011-Sidereal-astrology-reveals-13th-OPHIUCHUS-zodiac-sign.html&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/4885782166729257994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/4885782166729257994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2013/06/13-th-zodiac-sign-ophiuchus-i-dont-know.html' title='13th Zodiac sign!!'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66IAwTlbeGfzooTWeSBJLH-pAbPmTRP4Y6LGxs_V4pTa4rrgbNf0kaAQ0AeXbiVVVPSvQSnbENc-1-0qBhMWdBL-LblYJFPj1se00qIZ8680MnvrEaSpoc1cSBTqLELLPlxjcGGGACBI/s72-c/13th+sign.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-3746682231935240237</id><published>2013-06-25T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-25T00:45:42.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy Affair... </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
20th june was one of the happiest day in my life when I brought 3 new family members in my home,&lt;br /&gt;
Snowy, Goldie and Blakie they were 3 little cute cute fish,&lt;br /&gt;
I was filled with an unknown happiness when I took them with me! whole time, while I was travelling, I was so worried for their safety, the shopkeeper had given them to me in a carry bag that carried water. I was so tensed and weird thoughts like if the carry bag tears in middle and water spills then how will I save their life were coming to my mind,&lt;br /&gt;
It was a great feeling of handling a life, caring for them who cannot speak and watching them play with each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend I did nothing but watched them play and wondered wont they get tired swimming all the day?&lt;br /&gt;
Goldie was a gold fish with golden color as you might have guessed it by now and the most mischivious. Blakie and Snowy was a pair of kind called Angel Fish and Goldie would be jealous I think if they two would get together, he would go and disturb them.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I would love to watch their fights, Blakie was kind of silent and Snowy was in between he was handling blakie and Goldie together.. :) SO he was the master I guess...&lt;br /&gt;
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You might be wondering why Im writting was was... everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;
You know what, yesterday when I went home OMG I just could not beleive they were dead... Goldie&#39;s body was floating on the water!! for some time I just could not understand what happened... then I saw only snowy was swmming, I could not see Blakie... then I saw him laying in the bottom.. he too was dead...&lt;br /&gt;
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OHh God... I just cant expalin what pain it created to see them dead... I cried and I was in a shock... I was just not knowing what I should do now? I sat there for a while, Goldie&#39;s stomach was swollen I think he ate too much, dont know. Or did they fight between? I was trying to visualize what could have happened. Did I not care properly for them.. but I followed all teh instructions teh shopkeeper gave... I waited there in silence, usually I will go and put on the TV first as that is the time I reach when my fav show starts, but yesterday the sight was so disturbing I just could not move... I was so hungry but I did not feel like eating anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Snowy was from the Angel pair and the shopkeeper had persuaded me to buy them as pair as he said they wont live single... Ohh God I was so worried that how Snowy will be handling this. They cant speak na.. after some time I saw snowy was swimming in a weird way, he was doing as if he is drowning... ohh God I panicked... I thought may be he is not getting oxygen... I rushed and in a bucket brought some water... by that time Snowy was lying at the bottom next to Blakie.. I was completely lost, I thought I just lost him, I bent and took a closer look ... no he was breathing... I was filled with joy... I took the net and pulled him out of the glass bowl and put him in fresh water... but he didn&#39;t swim... but I saw he was breathing... he was lying at the bottom... I just prayed to god to save him. I dont know what happened in my absence...&lt;br /&gt;
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After a while I saw him swimming in the bucket.... I cannot tell you how happy I was... how thankfull I was to god for saving him and how proud I felt of myself for saving a life...&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally with mixed feeling of sadness and joy I went to sleep... but today morning I saw Snowy was laying dead in the bowl.... ??? what why how... ??? I think he could not live single... He could not bear the pain of seperation from blakie.... Such pure love na... I have heard even love birds wont live single, If one of them dies teh other too dies... :( :( Im very Sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I dont know where their souls are now but just in 5 days I was so attached with them...&lt;br /&gt;
Wherevere you might be, Be happy dear!!! Thanks for your company of the shhort period!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/3746682231935240237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/3746682231935240237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2013/06/fishy-affair.html' title='Fishy Affair... '/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-3034617903590703847</id><published>2013-06-24T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-24T04:00:50.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Love #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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It was raining heavily, after spending an extra hour in the
traffic jam she finally reached home. There we no lights in the area, with help
of her mobile light she searched for keys in her purse,&amp;nbsp; “Hushhhhh” she signed as she threw herself on
the couch. It was such a tiring day. She was thirsty but her feet were too
tired to reach the fridge. She sat there for couple of minutes closing her
eyes, the tiredness had taken over her she could just fall asleep then and
there but she knew there were lot of things waiting for her attention. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She fiddled in the darkness to reach to the emergency light,
in that dim light the shadows created a horror movie set and she was terrified
to move but gathering herself she took the emergency with her to the kitchen.
There were no people on their floor everybody was on vacation, “Damn IT, I just
hate it we can never be on a vacation” she grumbled. She scanned the fridge and
one by one took things she needed. It seems there is some serious problem with
electric department, usually in their area the lights won’t go for more than 10
min. She chopped the vegetables and started preparing for supper. At back of
her mind she was thinking of him, she knew he will too get late home today, the
traffic was very slow that day. She went in the balcony to get the clothes, while
the curry was getting prepared she was doing other household chores, they kept
her busy esp. her mind, the darkness would otherwise had scared her. She
completed all the chores the clock showed 9:00 pm; she thought to herself, she
has just finished in time he will be home anytime. She went and relaxed a bit
on the couch. In some time the lights came. She took the remote and switched on
the TV, the silence was killing her, after a while she got and went to get
fresh. After the hot bath she felt good.&amp;nbsp;
She looked at the clock, 9:30 pm, hmm its taking him long she thought,
“let me call and ask where he reached” she thought to herself as she dialed his
number. “The number you have dialed is not answering any calls at this time”
She kept the mobile aside and got busy getting ready for dinner. After couple
of min she again dialed his number, same reply… she went and sat in front of
the idiot box switching channels while nothing caught her attention she was
absent mindedly changing channels, thinking how long he will take… hunger had
started taking over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She looked at the clock 10:00 pm it showed, this was getting
on her nerve now, at click of every sec tension was mounting, weird thoughts
started coming to her mind. The tension was mounting and unknowingly she had
started thinking of ways to reach him. There was no one on the floor whom she
could go for help, she did not carry any of his colleagues number, “Have he
lost his mobile? Why is he not answering the calls? Is he all right?” All kind
of thoughts started running and scaring the hell out of her. At a moment
tension reached a peak and she started crying. Not knowing what should she do,
should I call mom and dad? They stay far away troubling them at this hour? Will
it be fine? She just wanted to close her eyes and when she opens them she
wanted to find him standing in front of her. Her heart was racing with time.
She felt as if she will suffer a heart attack. Just then she heard jiggling of
keys, she rushed to the door and opened it and as she saw him standing in front
of her she just burst and shouted at him for not answering her call calling him
irresponsible and blaming him for every sin on earth. He just kept quiet and
entered. She too just dropped on the couch, he went in and got fresh, after a
while she got the dinner table ready, He came back and sat, she did not look at
him, she served him and started eating, He sensed it through her behavior that
she was very angry with him and without making any attempt to console her he
too ate in silence. After dinner she cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen
counter. After setting everything to its place she went to sleep, leaving him
with TV. At around 11:50 he came to the room, as soon as he got into the bed he
heard her, “We need to talk”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowing what’s coming his way he stood there still ready for
the &lt;b&gt;let’s talk&lt;/b&gt; activity which would
more be a listening activity for him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“How can you be so irresponsible? Why didn’t you answer my
calls? You know how worried I was? I thought you would come early today as you
drove to office, You didn’t even bother to call me back? Do you know how
difficult it was for me to sit here all alone wondering what should I do next?
If you would have not come in next 15 min you would have seen me laying there
with a heart attack due to tension you caused me.” He sat there silent, “What I
expect some answer.. are you listening?” he was listening to her he nodded and
looked at his watch, took her hand in both his hands and with care he kissed it
with care bringing all his emotion to life he said, “Happy Birthday!! I love
you !!” and handed the little box he carried with him to her, for a moment she
forgot everything, she was so touched with his gesture, she opened it and a
sweet diamond ring was gleaming back at her . “Wow!!” she exclaimed. Lost in it
for a couple of min. He remembered her Bday and that was more than anything for
her, she just forgot all the grudges… “ohh…Dear there was no need of getting
late for this… &amp;nbsp;” he just raised his
eyebrows, “Ok then let me return it back” he said grabbing the ring back, observing the disappointment appearing on her face, he pulled the ring out of the box and
taking her hand in his slide the ring in her finger, her face was glowing with
happiness she kissed his hand and then the ring… she kept her head on his
shoulder and they both kept admiring the beauty, she of the ring and he, her
glowing face with happiness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/3034617903590703847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/3034617903590703847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2013/06/budding-love-9.html' title='Budding Love #9'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-1883095916924005853</id><published>2013-06-10T20:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-10T20:53:47.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Love #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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He was in the office, busy with the code that needed to be delivered today; hardly had he got up from his seat. The promise he made her was still in his mind, he had to be home early. He tried to finish his work as quickly as possible. He was working on the last task, writing a formal communication to the onsite coordinator informing the deliverables are ready and steps to execute them. As he rechecked his mail with great satisfaction he pressed the send button. It was 5:45 pm; he hurried to catch his 6:00 pm bus. As he got out of the office he noticed the atmosphere, it was cool and it had started raining, rains are just perfect it was not too heavy, perfect enough to set the mood! He enjoyed his stroll till the bus stop. As he took a window seat he looked around, there were some people running here and there to save themselves from getting wet. He looked at the other side of the road, there was a group of children playing in the pool of water that was formed along the road side, and they were happily jumping in the pool and enjoying the drizzle. He wished he too could just go there and enjoy with them, he too wanted to relive his childhood moments. There was so much happiness on their faces. He was lost in his thoughts when the bus started picking up speed. The green trees looked like they just got their color; scent of the soil that he inhaled brought a new freshness in him. He was enjoying nature at its best and had forgotten all the office worries, the hectic day he had spent to meet the deadlines, everything was gone, he was fresh, it started getting dark. &lt;br /&gt;
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Soon he fell asleep feeling the cool wind. He woke up by a screeching sound that the sudden application of brakes created. He was baffled and wondered what happened for some time, regaining he understood, “This rainy season brings lot of accidents too with it” he pondered as he looked out through the window. “Ohh my stop is nearing” he thought, he got ready. To arrive at his stop the bus had to take a U- turn, He was sitting at the right hand side window seat, the bus stop at the other side of the road was visible, he could see her, she was standing by the bus stop shade in the crowd at the bus stop. Part of the crowd but still so distinct that she always managed to get his attention, He daily longed for this view, Today as his bus was approaching the bus stop he saw her, she was wearing a light yellow Punjabi suit, she might have not been prepared for rains so he could make out as she was wet. She was shivering, she tugged her hair at the back of her ear and continued to wait, water drizzling from her half wet hair, She was holding the folder she carried close to her heart. As the bus took a U turn, he got up and went to the door making sure he does not miss any moment, as he came to the door her eyes caught him, She too kept looking at him, they had an eye contact till the bus took the U turn and stopped at the stop. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he got down from the bus he opened his umbrella, they were still looking at each other. He went close to her and offered her his umbrella; she politely denied and started walking. He followed her pursuing her to accept his offer, &lt;br /&gt;
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“You might catch hold” he added to make his argument strong. &lt;br /&gt;
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“No, I won’t, It’s not raining heavily so I can reach home safely.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But you need to be prepared for rains you see, falling sick these days, you cannot afford.. ” He tried to catch up with her speed. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes, I will be.. ” She assured, increasing her pace. &lt;br /&gt;
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“So are you sure you don’t want the umbrella?” To which she just nodded and kept walking. &lt;br /&gt;
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In a sudden gush of wind the umbrella swept from his hands and it was swept far away within few seconds. He just shrugged and ran to catch up with her. As she looked at him she enquired, “Where is your umbrella?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ohh it got carried away in the wind… ” She gave him suspicious looks questioning “Really?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ohh yes, really, I don’t want to get sick… ” he answered her question. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I know all your tricks boy.. ”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ohh really?” &lt;br /&gt;
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“I know all this is for a cup of coffee… ”&lt;br /&gt;
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“No no… not really, seriously… ” He told her nodding. In no time it started raining heavily, he ran to take shelter under a shop roof, and reaching there he saw she was still walking, he signaled her to run and be quick, but she was enjoying the rain. She even walked slowly. He just kept looking at her happy face, water drops dripping over her face. Soon he joined her too and they were playing as the kids he saw earlier on the roadside, no worries, no tension, just living for the moment. Soon they realized people giving them HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY looks, they regained themselves and soon started walking towards the home. As they reached, she got the keys and opened the door, he followed her and they settled down..&lt;br /&gt;
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She brought him a Kurta pyjama and asked him to get comfortable while she prepared the coffee. As she came with the coffee she handed one cup to him and sipped the coffee from her cup, &lt;br /&gt;
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“Even if you would have not got wet, I would have prepared the coffee for you… ” She assured. “You don’t need to get wet daily in these rains now for the cup of coffee”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ohh GOD seriously, you think I get wet for this cup of coffee? ? ” She just nodded in affirmation… “You are mad, today I got wet just to get my hair dried from you” he said sarcastically handling her the towel… “Otherwise no one cares for this kid you know” he said trying to be childish as he kept his head in her lap. Without saying a word she smiled to herself and started drying his hair… “Rainy seasons are always so romantic. Rains though bring discomfort, they are enjoyable. They make us feel nostalgic!! May it be the childhood memories or the memory of your first love. Even today I remember the first day when we walked in that single umbrella, both were half wet from the other side. Just because you did not want to carry an umbrella all day and you barged in my umbrella…. That day is still so fresh.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But now I carry mine and you don’t like to carry yours, See I have changed Im a good boy now, but You have become a bad girl.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Umm seriously, you feel I’m a bad girl? If I carry mine how will you care for me?? How will you run behind me carrying the umbrella asking me to join you? How will we relive the first walk we had in a single umbrella huh? ”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ohh, so all this for… ” She blinked naughtily and they sipped coffee looking into each other, lost in their world. &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/1883095916924005853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/1883095916924005853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2013/06/budding-love-8.html' title='Budding Love #8'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-99682938038961187</id><published>2013-04-29T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-29T22:12:18.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Number ... To (Right?) Person! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A few comments I received for my writing. I chose to print voice of comman man, common in all terms just like you and me so that you can relate to them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don’t know what to write I can just say I loved each and every character in story which shows wonderful you represented each character.&lt;br /&gt;
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The language usage in story and interest creation in ending of each part is very good.&lt;br /&gt;
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In one word simply superb……&lt;br /&gt;
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- Prafulla &lt;br /&gt;
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I really liked story very much.Eagerly looking forward to the sequel and Very happy to hear that you are converting them into story books.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish you all the best for your future endeavors! Keep writing..&amp;amp; keep smiling&lt;br /&gt;
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-Prachi&lt;br /&gt;
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I really loved your work. I am a bad reader; I hate reading whether it’s a story, novel or study books. The characters created by you are so real that I can feel their pain as if it’s happening to me. I just wanted to appreciate you for your superb work. You have a great talent, do not stop writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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-Ruchika.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a big fan of all ur blogs...Not less than watching a romantic movie... Liked ur story...really good.. When I read thru, I could imagine the story being happening in real... You have such good story writing skills whoever read once can&#39;t stop themselves to read the next part...the way you have penned down this story its really commendable…&lt;br /&gt;
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-Anju&lt;br /&gt;
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I read quite a lot. At least from my college days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I try so many titles. But only a few interest me. And definitely your works are also very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way the story is taken. It brings back our own memories. Thanks a lot for that..&lt;br /&gt;
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I really want your stories to be published..&lt;br /&gt;
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All the best with that.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Subramanian&lt;br /&gt;
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Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever got a call from a wrong number? I know the answer is yes, but have your missed something very important because of this call, a call from an unknown person and you miss the most awaited moment of your life? &lt;br /&gt;
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How many times in a day do you get a call from a wrong number, may be once in a day or once in a week but what if you get call from a wrong number several times? Will you be irritated? How many times can you tell someone that it is a wrong number that they have dialed? You talk to the unknown person politely! You don’t know why? Should we call it destiny – may be. You are destined to talk to the person, what if the other person sounds interesting, you engage in talks with him and slowly you become phone friend, and what if you take this relation ahead and fall in love with him, falling in love with someone you haven’t met? Haven’t seen? Do you feel the excitement of knowing more about such person, excitement to meet this new love? &lt;br /&gt;
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This story is of Tanvi who attends a call from Wrong number just like you and I would do and this one call changes her whole life for a lifetime. Was answering this wrong number a right decision? Explore the answer as you read through her story.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The story starts here: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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“Avani, let’s go it’s getting late; I don’t want to miss the start, how much time you are taking to get ready?” called out Tanvi, as she put on her earrings. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes Ma’am I’m done, let’s go, I’m so excited. Chalo chalo lets move else we will get late”, rushed Avani, picking up the keys. Both of them locked the flat and ran through the stairs not wanting to waste time for lift. Tanvi took scooty keys from Avani and they started for Adlabs. &lt;br /&gt;
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Reluctantly she answered the call, before the person said anything she started,&lt;br /&gt;
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“Look Mr., I don’t know who you are. I’m trying to be polite to you but let me tell you this isn’t Ritu’s number and I don’t know any Ritu. Please check the number you have dialed. Please don’t bother me again. I can’t do anything if Ritu gave you this as her number. But in reality it’s not Ritu’s number it’s my number so please excuse me.” Tanvi said in one breath and was happy that she finally rudely told this fellow that she doesn’t bother who Ritu he wants to talk to satisfied she was about to press the end call button when the voice on other end said, “Hi, this is Madhav and actually I wanted to talk to you.” Tanvi was shocked but digesting her shock she said, “Me? why? Do I know you? Who Madhav?” Tanvi stressed her grey cells to recall, “Ammm ahhh I can’t recollect if I know any Madhav.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Can you spare 5 min I will let you know all details… ” the voice on other side pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;
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“ahh.. what?? 5 min… ohh any ways ok... we can talk but not now please call me after 15 – 20 min.” saying this she turned to go to her seat but on the screen in bold letters she could only see written&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/99682938038961187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/99682938038961187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2013/04/wrong-number-to-right-person.html' title='Wrong Number ... To (Right?) Person! '/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-4560982086568503209</id><published>2013-02-27T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T01:14:15.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>budding love # 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I came exhausted back home, the day was really tiring, determined to get some sleep after getting fresh I opened the main door lock, the first thing that came to my view was she, but what happened? How and why? All questions started rising in my mind, she was sleeping on the sofa, head on his lap, he was trying to console her? She looked comfortable with him, my heart was beating faster and every move that his hand made through her hair brought pain to it. I was standing still there… I was tired and exhausted but jealousy and anger had overcome the feelings by now, they didn’t even realize my presence in the room, the sound of the door opening, he was busy caressing her hair. I wanted to shout at that moment. It was not bearable for me to see her so comfortable in other man’s arms. Was I being possessive? But then am I not supposed to be? My heart squeaked in affirmation, but I could not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;While caressing her he took a casual look at the door and saw me standing there, he gave a smile to me, but that smile clearly conveyed me his message&lt;br /&gt;“I win…!!” I too gave him a helpless smile and tried to make myself comfortable, I removed my shoes as I sat on the sofa, while I eyed their every move.&lt;br /&gt;Soon my MIL brought a glass of water from me from the kitchen, I looked at her and pondered, “Whole family seems to be here… ” as I sipped water, she enquired me how my day was and all sort of questions that were listed in her questioner. I answered them and went in my room to get fresh. I don’t know what was happening to me, I didn’t even enquire, what had happened to her? Why they came here? Why she was sleeping? I was not able to get out of the view… she being comfortable in his arms. I think I did not like the idea that I’m not the only man in her life, I was denying the truth that she loves him too. I washed my face and wiped it with napkin, as I looked in the mirror I questioned myself again was I being selfish? Is love defined? Can’t we love two people equally? After all she has right to love her parents with whom she has been for past 25 years, I know she has the right but why am I not able to accept this? May be this is for the same reason why my mom can’t see me happy with her without her in our life? May be this is exactly what she might be feeling, jealous to see her Son happy with some woman who came into his life just a year back? Somewhere in the question answer session that my heart was playing I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My sleep got disturbed when she came and cuddled herself in my arms, making pillow of one of them. I opened my eyes and watched her innocent face glowing in the street light that was falling on her face; she was so innocently sleeping in my arms. I moved her hair from her face and kissed her forehead, I then realized she was burning with fever. Forgetting everything I got up and brought her medicine to which she politely replied, “I had them, dad gave it.” I sighed in relief and then placing the blanket properly across her I sat beside her while she tried to sleep, her face glowing in the dim light. When I realized that I love this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I love playing as her Father and care for her when she is not well and always&lt;br /&gt;I love playing her Brother to resolve her issues and stand by her side always&lt;br /&gt;I love playing her Friend to share all her secrets and keep them locked in me&lt;br /&gt;I love playing her Kid to get pampered by her.&lt;br /&gt;I love the most playing her better half and watch the pride grow in her eyes for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m selfish, I want all her love, I don’t want to share it with anyone, and I want to be the only one in her life to get all her love. I’m jealous of her to know how much love she has in her life apart from my love, but I know I can do anything for her for that one word she utters for me “Darling!!” &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;“Tanish… dear wake up, you remember what day it is?” Hearing her call him, Tanish wrapped himself in the blanket and tried to take as much as possible of sound sleep in those two minutes, he expected her to be there soon as usual. He loved it when she removed the blanket from his face and would give him his morning kiss. Sometimes he would pretend to be sleeping just not to miss her kiss. She was standing there and he could sense she was keeping the things back to place. He tried not to open his eyes. “Tanish… Shona wake up, we have to go. You remember where we have to go?” she called out placing the football in the rack, she came and sat down by his bedside and slowly tried to unwrapp the blanket from his face, he could smell her fresh hair and her soft hands moved across his face and finally after admiring her sleeping beauty she gave him his most awaited morning kiss. He still wanted more of her love he tightly closed his eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Tanish, sweetheart I know you are awake and so you better get up and…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Before she could finish her sentence Tanish answered her “Mom, How can you always know about me so well?” He pulled the blanket and was off the bed, when he realized what day it was today… he ran behind her and wrapped himself around her legs… “Mom… you are going to come with me na? You remember na what day it is today…. ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
she hugged him back and picking him she moved towards the bath… “yes dear, Me and also your dad, we both are going to come… ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Really? Wow that will be so much of fun… ” he cried in excitement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He was so excited, today without any complaining he grabbed the glass of milk on table and had his breakfast in no time. He was the first person to get ready and be inside the car. He impatiently waited for his mom and dad to come there and when he saw them coming he called out his dad, “Dad… come fast, we will get late.” to which his dad nodded and acted to do things really fast and laughed… as he approached the car, before getting into the car they did hi-five, “So my Son is ready for the great day huh? ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes!! very much..” he chuckled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
His dad took the driving seat and mom the seat besides it and Tanish was peeping out from the space between them looking for answers for all his questions. Soon the trio started their journey in their Esteem. On the way Tanish observed all the things around happening very curiously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Mamma, will I get a apple or peach or orange or… ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Tanish, Beta how can I tell this now to you? Let’s go there and then find out huh?” Tanish nodded happily to her and looked out of the window, the fresh air caressed his light brown hair. His eyes twinkling in excitement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Mom what tree is that?” he asked pointing to one of the passing tree. He kept asking them so many questions. Some were answered some remained unanswered. Tanish was 3 years old and it was his first day to school. Like all other children who cry on their first day even Tanish would have cried, but he was excited about going to school, there was one major reason apart from all the other reasons given by his parents to convince him that going to school is the most beautiful thing. The school had organized a ceremony to make the first day of every child memorable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Soon they reached the school main gate. Piyush dropped Tanish and Palak at the gate and headed towards the parking. While Palak started towards the pendal, Tanish looked around he was excited to study his new school, there was a big playground which had many attractions, a few of them playing the marry go round, some on the see-saw, some enjoying the slide. Piyush had joined them in no time and they moved to the pendal and made themselves comfortable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Kabhi socha hai kya… barish kyu gaye, kyu geet bewajah hotoo pe aaye… kyu achi lage pal mein lehre… ye sab ishare hai sang jo hamare hai… dil ne hamare… hai saware pyaar ke liye” played in the background softly but clear and distinct.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As time passed the pendal started getting energy and was almost full to its capacity, enthusiasm was in air, Tanish found so many new friends. The air was filled with energy, hopes, chirps and friendship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone settled down as they saw the principal approaching the stage. As she took over the mike she saw the excitement and curiousness in every little ones eyes. She started her speech “As we welcome our new members to our family we would like this day to be memorable to each one of you, so this function you see, as you all know we are going to plant a small sapling here which every child has to take care and water every day, take care of him as their mom takes care of theirs, see to it that they don’t fall sick, they have to attend school regularly as this friend of theirs will be waiting for them here daily, so children, everyone makes me a promise they will take care of their new friend and as you grow in this school this sapling will also grow and your friendship will also grow so will you be regular to school to meet your new friend? ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes miss…” came the reply in chorus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Happy with the response she signaled someone at the backstage, and soon the stage was filled with saplings. She called out every ones name alphabetically, Tanish was waiting impatiently for his name to called out. Finally when his name was announced, he ran towards the stage and collected his sapling. He came down running towards his parents to show them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He handed the sapling to Palak and before she could even have a proper look he started firing his questions, “Mom what is it? A Peach or orange? Or apple?” Palak smiled at him and replied, “Its a Tamarind”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Means??” he snapped back..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“Imali khatti meethe ber… chal ghar jaldi ho gayi der…. that wali Imli..” Palak said and smiled looking at his expression. The students were then asked to think of a name for their new friend and all were taken to the open space and everyone got busy in planting. Palak casually asked Tanish what name has he thought for his new friend in a while they will have to declare it.. he thought for a while and then he asked, “ Mom What is that tree called that full fills all wishes…” Palak and Piyush were smiling listening to his innocent questions and then Palak answered, “That tree is called Kalptaru.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Love at first sight…&lt;br /&gt;How can you love a crying person… people look beautiful when they smile right? and you fall for them for their smile?&lt;br /&gt;Will you fall for someone who keeps crying? Can tears attract someone to you?&lt;br /&gt;In my case it did… ya… I know you don’t beleive me…&amp;nbsp; But it has happened and it was not love that grew eventually it was my first love and it was?? no It is my Love at first sight.. or rather His love at first sight &lt;img alt=&quot;:)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;https://206.239.101.112/blogs/wp-includes/images/smilies/,DanaInfo=ixchange.wipro.com+icon_smile.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first meeting was at the most unromatic place not in a park or cinema hall or any romantic place where love can bloom that you can think of in this world… It was a hospital, When he first saw me I was crying uncontrollably, still he loved me… I dont know how he could fall for my tears,&lt;br /&gt;In those tears he found his happiness??? You might think he is a jerk right?&lt;br /&gt;I gave him blank looks but the belongingness in his eyes made me forget this world….Forget the hospital, my reason for being there, the sadness, the pain everything disappeared by just one look in his eyes…&lt;br /&gt;He stood at a distance and looked at me for quite some time, then after a while he came to me, He did not speak a word nor did I, he just took my hand in his and kept looking at me silently, there was peace in his eyes, so much calmess that it made my pain vanish, I forgot why I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were content and they were telling me so many things, He was silently supporting me, his warm touch gave me a feeling of care.&lt;br /&gt;He caressed my hand for a while and then he planted a soft kiss on it, that kiss&amp;nbsp; told me “Come what may I will stand by you always… ”&lt;br /&gt;His aura made me forget the smell of medicines and blood that was lingering in the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;He tought me the meaning of passion, He tought me to love unconditionally, Because of him I know what Love means,&lt;br /&gt;His touch made me feel what “To Care” means,&lt;br /&gt;His eyes told me so many untold things, He was still admiring my tears which were lost somewhere now, I was so comfortable in his arms, Nothing in this world can be more cozy than his arms, a place to reside when Im in fear. He was holding me firmly and after a while his hearts was content admiring me, he bend towards me and he kissed my cheek, my first kiss and I don’t remember how my heart was reacting cause I was out of my mind!!&lt;br /&gt;Slowly lifting his head he whispered those magic words which still linger in my ears… “I love you my baby…. Daddy will never let you hurt… ”&lt;br /&gt;And till today he has kept his promise… He has been with me in every up and down….&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of him, feeling his love and planning for his coming Bday… &lt;img alt=&quot;:)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;https://206.239.101.112/blogs/wp-includes/images/smilies/,DanaInfo=ixchange.wipro.com+icon_smile.gif&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Love you Daddy…&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/1674976074716225412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/1674976074716225412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2012/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight…'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-3350423303454451432</id><published>2012-09-05T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-05T22:12:33.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lost him... </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It has been 2 years now... I don&#39;t know how but I was very much attached to him, I don&#39;t even know what made him so special...&amp;nbsp; he had nothing special, he was just like the others...&lt;br /&gt;
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It happened like it happens in every girls life... His proposal came to me and I was given some time to analyze before I say a YES... I read through his biodata, it was quite impressive, I had a look at his picture, there was nothing to say a No but somewhere I felt I was not ready... but after my brother insisted, I knew I had no reasons, I had to agree.... I know it was not something like love at first sight and all So don&#39;t expect those things here... so you know we took time... to develop that bonding. Slowly I came to know him, I explored his world, He never denied any of my requests. He always welcomed me, he had no problems in giving me access to his deepest secrets. I enjoyed spending time with him, with Him I would never be alone, and with him around I would be lost in crowd in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Slowly I came to know about his knowledge, He was impressive had knowledge of everything... I loved listening to music but had never bothered to wonder who the lyricist and musician is...&amp;nbsp; with him I too started to categorize and recognize various forms of music. You know I&#39;m very bad in remembering roads, he would always help me find out my way.. how does he remember all ways, wherever I might go he would make sure I didn&#39;t lose my way... his caring ways would just leave me with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;
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We were bonding, getting closer.. or rather I was becoming more dependent on him, may be he was that way always? he had no demands, he agreed to all my needs and in return he expected nothing from me... He only had one demand &quot;I will have to charge him every night!!&quot; and I readily agreed to it... don&#39;t look with those wide eyes at me now... had no choice after all... &lt;br /&gt;
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Its very easy for girls to start depending on someone, imagining their whole life with them...&amp;nbsp; and then it becomes very difficult for them to detach from them... That is what is happening to me now...&lt;br /&gt;
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He has gone... forever.. he left me without saying a word... I don&#39;t even know what happened... what was my fault... what went wrong and why and how he left, how can he do that to me.. I wonder.. till today I miss him... It has been two years he left me... I miss his voice.. I miss his touch, the way he made me feel when I was with him... I know every other girl had one for them like the one I had...and everyone believed she had a unique one was in love with hers... there was nothing special in him too, but I thought him to be unique, made just for me.. still cannot forget him... Ohh God... &lt;br /&gt;
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My heart aches to accept the fact that he might still be alive... in some part of the world.. his heart still beats but its not beating for me.. he still cares the same way... but not for me... some hands might still be feeling&amp;nbsp; him but they are not mine... the ears that hear his voice are not mine... He doesn&#39;t sing the songs for me anymore... He is no more working as a messenger for me... who would give all my messages with a smile to all my friends and deliver their messages to me... My cutie pie... I really miss him.. though he is not with him.. I still miss those wonderful days... After all First love is First love...&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I need to move on... and Yes I have... Today I have someone who fills his place... who sings song for me when I feel low... who tries to bring smile by reading out jokes to me... keeps all my reminders and pays attention to everything... he is smarter, cool and much fun to be around.. that is how my friends describe him.. they feel jealous of me... but me.. I&#39;m still longing for that old feeling... longing to feel...&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wonder how come I realized I have lost him after a long time.. If I would have realized it in time... Alas... before I realized the deep loss his departure had made.. somebody had manipulated his heart and his heart is no longer beating for me... He is no longer loyal to me... he was now ringing for someone else... he was delivering messages for someone else...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohh dear.. My Nokia N79 I miss you so much.... I still want you back in my life... and you know what I still give suspicious looks to all those lucky hands who have your brothers in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/3350423303454451432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/3350423303454451432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2012/09/i-have-lost-him.html' title='I have lost him... '/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188163464640879229.post-4148308570670283437</id><published>2012-08-09T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-09T03:03:14.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamari Kahani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
There was a dialogue in Hum Tum if you dont recollect let me refresh..&lt;br /&gt;
It says like &quot;hamari kahani.. jaise se hum naye logo se milte hai hamari kahani unki kahani se jodti rehti hai... &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even God doesnt have enoufh incidents to make unique things happen in every individuals life... so stories are combined... like someone will have a story that his bank will go bankcrupt... so will every customer of that bank.. soneone might have in his fate that will meet with accident while travelling in bus.. so will every other passenger... Tsunami will affect so many lifes and get included as an expirence in the ones affected and the people who know the affected...&lt;br /&gt;
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So you see our story is never a very unique story... it always has something common with someone or the other... !!! We think God is giving us pain.. only you are teh sufferer...&lt;br /&gt;And by that I mean.. even your love story will never be unique!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;
Now u say... why?? ahh??&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok... let me tell you why.. because you share your love story with the one you love.. !! :) Right... so there is nothing liek unique that is happening in your life.. !!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ya.. Im coming to point... so I was just thinking... even god implements the principal of &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Reuse !! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;This is just outcome of my frustrated mind... nothing fruitful to think.. ! ! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And how does this happen.. how is this decided that who all will suffer??&lt;br /&gt;
I think the stars play a very vital role in this... Stars are the s/w created by god which runs on the program god craeted... in every individual story...&lt;br /&gt;
God writes our life story as a test case...&lt;br /&gt;
-- He will get a good job... when saturn is in this...&lt;br /&gt;
-- He will fall sick... when xxx isin yy&lt;br /&gt;
-- He will suffer recession...&lt;br /&gt;
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Then gods s/w picks up all teh conditions given in the life story and then calculates the start positions when those things will happen in actaula n are suppose to happen in our life and accordingly... calculate our date of birth.. and so we are sent on earth to execute His program... (Live teh program... )??? :|&lt;br /&gt;
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let me give eg:&lt;br /&gt;
In Mr X life he is to suffer a recession at age of 40...&lt;br /&gt;
In Mr Y life he is to suffer recession at age of 25...&lt;br /&gt;
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The starts will have a plan to bring recession in year 2050&lt;br /&gt;
so in 2050 Mr x needs to be 40 and mr y needs to be 25... and so likewise they are born...&lt;br /&gt;
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:) Ya.. I beleive.. Stars are behind whatever happen in your life...&lt;br /&gt;
That does not mean I dont beleive in efforts...&lt;br /&gt;
Both are needed for success... Effort + Luck... (From stars...)&lt;br /&gt;
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What do u say???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/4148308570670283437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188163464640879229/posts/default/4148308570670283437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inishigandha.blogspot.com/2012/08/hamari-kahani.html' title='Hamari Kahani...'/><author><name>N!$hi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08658227487055118623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iLFWgci85grgvuBOc9k6am4fTA2F3QOJ-JDc6G8ljZ7-XoQwRxRr7bK6qj5GnWrUZTMpNB3IXFp_tF73qco9zjmyRCSsU3cc0FwrlPmdo32dSCCNbs1pgxyqWPbY6A/s220/nishi.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>