tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873488960289183232025-04-01T17:20:30.170+05:30Yours and Mine..Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11281831815292199360noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787348896028918323.post-35473418144795704962018-09-16T21:00:00.000+05:302018-09-16T21:00:43.831+05:30

The Queen                              She was born to be a star And conquer this worlds war Her passion knew no stopping No obstacle would be a bar Noble was not her birth, But Imperial her souls worth, Her presence could only mean, She was this worlds queen She fell down a hundred times Then picked her pen and wrote

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The monopoly of men, thats been raging in certain medical departments is uncanny. "Surgery or orthopedics is a male branch", as we most oftenly hear, why is it so ? Women are incapable of operating ? Women are incapable of blood shed for a good cause, incapable of cutting through skin, into the human body and fix it ? The problem is, they can be better.  What disallows the females to

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Once, God Shani and Guru (Jupiter) were having an argument. Guru was very docile and righteous. He argued with Shani, saying that if he hasn't done anything bad to anyone, nothing bad can ever happen to him. Shani smirked, and say, “Let me show you”. Shani decided that he will defy Guru's logic in two prahars (approximately 6 hours long) of the day. One evening, Guru was walking back home

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Why do we meet the people we meet? And why dont we meet the others, we dont? What clicks with some people? And why things never ever click with the others? Why do we instantly fall in love with some people, but are never able to bond with some, no matter how hard we try? Why some relationships last forever inspite of constant tension? And why some just disappear in thin air, inspite

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"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime". This is one philosophy which Indian mentality will take ages to adapt. People want "fish", "right now" and for "free".  Few of my experiences across the cities..  As i was conversing inside the car, a elderly female was constantly irritating me at the window for money. After a

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The bad day... As the sinusoidal graph of life goes up and down... there are the days when everything is amazing, then there are days when its just a normal day when you want to thank god for not creating problems (which we dont) and the kind of day when you would expectedly call it "boring" and then there are other eventful days when everything has to go wrong. Like, just everything. And then

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Valentines Day: Keep the fire burning! To all those people i know, who have found their true love. To all those lucky people, who managed to find the perfect hand to hold theirs, amongst the millions. Because love is special. Its the most most natural thing, love. But the most surreal thing is to sustain this love till the end. That delicate feeling of affection, those butterflies in

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The Death I have never seen death more close, than just recently last week when I think my outlook towards life has totally changed.  So I have been staying as a paying guest with an old Sindhi 76year old lady, widowed an year back. She had three daughters, married and busy in their own lives in three different cities. Having no source of income and very alone and depressed, she had

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Finally boarded the flight, and there is my seat.. And oh ! What is this! A fat man walks over and occupies the the seat next to me ! What a bad day ! Sharing a car back seat with two fat people? Walking with the obese? Oh they walk so slow ! Desperate to know whose your new colleague? It's a obese lady! Oh no! Why are people these days so ignorant about their health? Is it lack of knowledge

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Don’t just get anymore closerThe beatings of heart will stop, Don’t just get anymore closer, My breath will come at a halt. The more I look right at you, The world appears to be new Like the fresh young morning dew And the setting evening hue. My hard principals are long gone, I have seriously started to doubt My rudeness is just to hide My inner feelings from coming out. When

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As I walk, the amazingly strong breeze blows on my face, it frees my hair from my neck and flows. My eyes close partially and it gives a blissful feeling.The mind wanders from the present. It goes far away. The songs play on the ipod and it feels like things have started coming in place. The world is a beautiful place. The people seem to be the most loving creatures. The bad seems to have

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A woman needs a man in her life. Be it her father, brother or husband. She needs the presence of this man, who loves her like hell, and who will go any length of the world to protect her and keep her away from evil. She needs the presence of this man to give her the assurance that if ever anything happens, she will be given a safe shelter to live in, food to keep her hunger away and will be

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Local trains have always been my fascination. No matter how much crowded it is, no matter how stinky it is, I love it. I love it because, without it, there was no way of transport across the city. Everybody doesn’t have a vehicle. And even if everybody did have a vehicle, no one would be able to move due to the roads being completely packed with cars and bikes. I love these local trains

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It was a rare moment. Everybody was nervous. People had turned different. Everyone had grown up. Everyone looked grown up. We didn’t know how the other people might have changed. Life takes different turns with people, makes some better, some worse. We didn’t know if the old time laughter will come back, or will people be scared to show their teeth in the sophisticated world? Will we joke

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Everything in life comes with an expiry date. Don’t ever forget that. Life believes in balance. Where there is black, there is white. When there is sky, there is land, water and drought, birds and fishes, head and tail, shoot and root, making-breaking, love – hate, peace – war, men – women, nothing ever comes without a pair, nothing. Our physics also follows the same rule. Where there is

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I drive you from all your past pain, And loved you instead,You showed me all my past,And made me hate myself again. I forget and forgive myself,And live life happily,While you bring back all sweet past,And turn it into hate You were my love, baby,But you misunderstood me,You thought I was your play toy,And that, I could never see. Never a thing in me did you love,Just loved me for the care, that

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There comes a time in everybody’s life when the tender young flower comes out of its bud to bloom and finds the earth, the sun, the sky, the dew, the rain, the leaf everything very beautiful. The heart is free to fly and knows not what the world beholds. One wants to fly like a butterfly, be free, carefree, and dancing. One holds on to whatever gives them hand, and by the pure heart, give away

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All excited, having slept only 2 hours at night, woken up at 6am to drop kurush at the station, this girl, me, left for Dr. Aphale's eye hospital at 8 after a heavy breakfast for a video shoot of the rare ptosis operation.Half sleepy, half exited, i hurriedly got ready, collected the handycam and digi cam and ran to join mom at the hospital. The anasthetist had already arrived and we got ready in

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Before i start writing anything, i must apologise to all the compassionate young bloods of my kind who feel it a regret that such diseases have come up. i also feel the same, since i am a human too. But lets accept one thing that these diseases are inevitable and we must learn to accept them, be open to them, and find ways to cure them, also, learn something from them. For those who know little

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I saw this Marathi play today and it was a beautiful depiction of the young minds, how they play a role at their peak and how it all seems stupid in the end. These things, if not nipped in the bud, would destroy the youth’s life completely. I personally loved the play.There is a Kulkarni family of a man, his brother and his wife Neena living in a house. Neena is of 50’s and they have a son who is

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Yeah, I slept only for 4 hours after a hectic day to start another hectic day. My aunty called to wake me up and so I did, half an hour after her call and hurried to get ready.After we started the journey, we relished on some chips and tea on the way while I directed a part of the way.As we journeyed across the lush green carpet near the Titwala road, i had no idea what was going to come up for

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We all have pain in life and we all will agree to it.Sometimes, we sit alone, pondering over how much we have to suffer, while others are so happy and contented. we look at others, their smiling faces, things which they have and we don't and feel gloomier. we feel we are made to suffer so much and our life is such a hell. Well, even i get bouts of such feelings at times. there are different ways

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so Finally, i have a blog. :-)Since quite a few time, I had my friends telling me to start a blog instead of putting up my writings on facebook. Lazying for many days, delaying it, i have finally started a blog. Thanks to all my viewers. I am not a pro at writing, but i write what i love. I write what i feel. i write what i see around me, and that what touches me. I need your support, suggestions

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