<?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-2815726550778764636</id><updated>2024-11-01T12:45:27.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveller</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome To A Beautiful Journey Called Life.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereader07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815726550778764636/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereader07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815726550778764636/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16207354837996019501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815726550778764636.post-2347060139779429010</id><published>2014-07-05T17:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2014-07-05T17:29:31.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Pictures : Sandeep Singh&#39;s Travel Diaries</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;A Heart Touching Story&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;
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A Wife:&lt;br /&gt;
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, &#39;n I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship &#39;n now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restles...sness. I am a sentimental woman &#39;n extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship &#39;n my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, &#39;n the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.&lt;br /&gt;
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My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? &#39;n finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, &#39;n I guess, I have started losing faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer &#39;n convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, &#39;n we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up the next morning to find him gone, &#39;n saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….&lt;br /&gt;
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My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, &#39;n you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.&lt;br /&gt;
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You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, &#39;n I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes &#39;n stories to cure your boredom.&lt;br /&gt;
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You always stare at the computer, &#39;n that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,&#39;n help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine &#39;n the beautiful sand… &#39;n tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face…&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, &#39;n die.. ” My tears fell on the letter, &#39;n blurred the ink of his handwriting… &#39;n as I continue on reading…&lt;br /&gt;
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“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread &#39;n fresh milk…&lt;br /&gt;
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I rush to pull open the door, &#39;n saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle &#39;n loaf of bread…. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, &#39;n I have decided to leave the flower alone…&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s life, &#39;n love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, &#39;n one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace &#39;n dullness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love shows up in all forms, even very small &#39;n cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull &#39;n boring form.. . flowers, &#39;n romantic moments are only used &#39;n appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… &#39;n that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments… !&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep Forwarding This Worth Reading Story,&lt;br /&gt;
I Just did !!&lt;br /&gt;
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@Sandy...........&lt;br /&gt;
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Jonita Gandhi is an aspiring artist from Canada. She has a great singing talent and she has been singing since she was very young. Jonita is a versatile singer and sings particularly Indian and Bollywood music.....etc. etc. etc. This is how every post starts when you try to Google something about her.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I wanted to say few words about my favorite singer in my own way. So here I go...&lt;br /&gt;
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Few months back while going though you tube, I came across a video titled &quot;Yeh Hosla(Candle Light cover)&quot; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HReN67juhCg &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I randomly clicked to play that up and started doing some work, but as soon as her voice hit my eardrums,&lt;br /&gt;
I almost forgot what I was up to &amp;amp; closed my eyes to feel it deeply. A pleasant smile came across my lips thinking &quot;Wow, finally I found someone who&#39;s worth listening every second of the track.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m feeling so Happy, do u know why ?&lt;br /&gt;
because I&#39;m so lucky, do u know how ?&lt;br /&gt;
because God gave us a Gift, a magician, oops I mean musician/singer in form of Jonita Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;
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A special voice, that soothes my heart. It lightens up my mood be it morning 6 AM or 12 Midnight, that&#39;s the magic this gal holds in her voice.Ever since I started listening to her, tracks sung by her keeps re-playing in my music systems wherever I&#39;m, whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jonita is not only beautiful but also an owner of a magical voice,that can make million hearts sing along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Listen to her guys, u&#39;ll feel privileged. Her voice is like finding Peace,in the chaos, of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
Because of your voice Jonita, you make life more beautiful.What sunshine is to flowers,your voice is to your fan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jonita is beautiful, but not lyk those gals in magazine. Jonita is beautiful, for the way she sings. Jonita is beautiful, for that sparkle in her eye when she sings. Jonita is beautiful, for her ability to make others smile through her angelic voice. Jonita is beautiful, deep down her soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, Jonita Your voice is my latest addiction. Thank You for singing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have tried my best to say almost everything about her but she is far better &amp;amp; talented than the words expressed over here. Hope you come up with more superb tracks in future.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Just a #Respect #Love from a True Fan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please Follow her : @jonitamusic&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless You Jonita.&lt;br /&gt;
Keep Singing &amp;amp; Smiling. Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;
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@Sandy.......&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I am a Libra. I’m realistic. I see things as they really are. I
love the truth. I can’t stand a person who dreams about what they want but don’t
go out and get it. I love socializing, travelling, reading. If I always want to
talk to you or be around you don’t take me for granted as that’s another sign
that I like you. If you’re near or dear to my heart, I might want you around a
lot more often than most other people. Consider yourself lucky. When I like
someone, I mean it. You can consider me as a classy guy; I want relaxed
friends, true love and peace. I’m calm and always want to make others happy,
even before myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As a #Libra, I do smile a lot as a way to protect myself. I don’t
like people to see my vulnerable side, and I feel that smiling is a way to show
that I’m happy and confident. When it comes to charm, there is no one more
appealing than 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: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;#Libras are naturally flirty in nature, but they DON’T just flirt
around with anyone like it doesn’t mean anything. If they’re being obviously
flirtatious, it’s because they want you to know they have interest in you. As far
as social life is concerned, they tend to hand pick their friends very carefully.
And they don’t seek attention; they generally get it without having to seek it.
#Libra’s are generally sweet and generous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;#Libra’s are the most romantic signs in the zodiac. They have an
idealistic view of love and togetherness. Once these people fall in love, they
start thinking of marriage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;#Libra’s are great counselors, because they have the ability to
weigh the pros and cons of an idea fairly and without being bias. They love
giving parties, and they have talent for making people feel at ease.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My Suggestion: If you want a lifelong friend, choose a #Libra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Keep Smiling……God Bless You……Tc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Its a Hap...Happ....Happy.... &lt;i&gt;#NewYear2014&lt;/i&gt; , God Bless , Keep Smiling &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The pages of yesterday cannot be revised,but the pages of tomorrow are blank and you hold the pen. Make it an inspiring story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2014 is a year we manifest our dreams..we believe..we achieve..we BECOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dream of a better world and a better tomorrow.Respect all religions, Respect Women, Respect Friends, and above all Respect everyone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Keep Smiling.... God Bless You.... Tc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Read it somewhere and found it to be worth sharing...........&lt;br /&gt;
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There comes a time in Life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the one&#39;s who don&#39;t. Life is too short to be anything but Happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is Living.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;@Sandy..... &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Puzzled. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Its my New , Brand New Givson Guitar.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Yups you got it right, Sandeep Singh on his way to be next Rockstar ;) ;) though not worldwide but among his friends and loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;It was always my dream to learn and play guitar. I guess its the best companion to express your emotions. Lets see where my another new journey takes me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;But one thing is forsure,&amp;#160; this time I&#39;m going to do it. Just learn and sing along the songs of this Beautiful journey called Life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Wish me Luck. :) :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;@Sandy.....&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Mother..... what exactly comes to your mind after listening to this most beautiful word in english dictionary. My mind says &quot;A Human form of God&quot;. I guess this is the best way we can &quot;try&quot; to define, I say &quot;try&quot; because there isnt any perfect definition to this golden word.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Let me tell you a story....&lt;br&gt;
Once upon a time , there were only two human being, on this beautiful planet earth , Adam nd Eve. They used to fight a lot about every thing nd call God for even silly problems. God got literally fed up with there problem. He needed a solution. So after thinking a lot for about weeks he came down to earth and called Adam &amp;amp; Eve. He told them that he is done with listening to their problems and now he has decided something. Both looked cluless. He further said guys I have decided to create one more human being. Someone who will look after you, who will take care of you , listen to ur problems nd give you the perfect solution , someone who will always be there for you , in whose lap you will find heaven on earth . After saying this God created &quot;Her&quot;. Her , yes, we call her by different names today , Maa , Mom , Mother , Mummy etc. No matter we call her she&#39;s the best. Whenever I look at her, I believe God was right about everything he said to Adam nd Eve. Mom, The Best thing ever happened to mankind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;A post dedicated to every Mother present out there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;With Love,&lt;br&gt;
Sandeep.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;There was one simple guys who saw every one around in love but waited for the right gal, saved his love for the one, because he believed in &quot;One woman Man&quot;,seems like a typical bollywood movie, isnt it. But its true and that guy is currently writing this post. Trust me.&lt;br&gt;
When she arrived he loved her a lot, lot means like anything and almost everything. She was his life, he loved her above everyone, but after two years a day came when she decided to leave him not because she wasnt faithful but as it goes, her family wont support love marriage.&amp;#160; &lt;br&gt;
And till date this guy feels the pain. She is still in his heart but now only as memories, for the sake of good old times and he never complains about her leaving him but only thinks wherever she is, she should be happy in her Life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Her memories came back to me because in office today a girl unintentionally asked me about her. The moment she asked me about her , I did tell my friend few shades of my love story but later on while sitting in my chair my love life flashbacked infront of me, tears came rolling down my eyes. It still pains , why ? I don&#39;t know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Thats the reason I generally avoid talking about her to anyone because I know whether the other person understands or not but for me it becomes very difficult to control my emotions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;She is married now. Though she didnt tell me about it even few weeks before getting married because she knew it would hurt me a lot. But I came to know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;What now ? I&#39;m , I&#39;m just enjoying my Life... going with the flow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;But she will always remain somewhere in my heart as a memory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;@Sandy.......&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;It really feels like ages since I have written something. How could I be like that ? When m aware that writing is the only thing that makes me think a lot, its the only way that I could share myself without even caring for what people would think. Isnt it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Well these days my life has been very busy. Getting up early 4.30 am in the morning , leaving for office around 6 am and then coming back at 4.30 pm. After taking rest, evening tea/snacks, i dun even know how a day passes by. Except weekends. Life at Bank of America has been good, though being a part of software industry is not an easy task but still m happy that things are turning into my favor slowly and gradually. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Its not like that thoughts are not coming to my mind now but Life made me busy that I dun even get time to pen down my inner feelings. I dun even get tym to finish my novel, havent written&amp;#160; single chapter in past 1 month. Guess would do it soon. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I should stop here because its already 9.30 pm and I have to get up again tomorrow early , very early.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;C u guys soon with a new post soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;God Bless You.... Tc&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;@Sandy.....&lt;/p&gt;
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Yeah.. it&#39;s my Bday today..... A Day which everyone awaits.. not only bcoz of Gifts but also The Warm wishes you get from everyone. Also, you realize that one more year has passed and you have become a more mature person than previous years....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Few days back while I was searching for a new job to relocate back to my city i.e. Noida I got a call for a huge name in the Corporate world i.e. &quot;Bank of America&quot;. I was delighted and said yes for the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Finally after couple of telephonic interview rounds, I was selected for the company and was asked to join ASAP. Felling very relived I gave my resignation in my previous company immediately, luckily it was accepted and my last day was 18/03/2013 in Pune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I came back to New Delhi with lot of hopes and dreams in my eyes with my joining expected on 25/03/2013. Joining got delayed for 3 days, those 3 days felt like 3 years as I wanted to be on board ASAP. Finally I joined my new company on 28/03/2013.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But this is not the end of story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I always liked this city being capital is also a reason but I guess the crowd here is more awesome. Also food, clothing, parties, hangout places and blah blah blah.... there are n number of reasons that one should be glad about being in New Delhi NCR be it Noida or Gurgaon. People here are amazing and friendly. Moreover I like this place more because there is no regionalism or casteism which I often faced in Pune. Anyway thats past and I&#39;m glad to be back in New Delhi NCR. Everything, almost everything and everybody here is just too awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Best part is &quot;Drinks&quot; here are cheap ;) :P .... hehe ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I guess you might have enjoyed/liked reading my previous
episode “Rendezvous with Me….” all the three parts, though only one last part
is left i.e. “Rendezvous with Me….Personal Life (Final Part)”, but before
completing that one a new idea came up to my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Please don’t get an idea that I was/am a flirt kinda guy.
I know by the name of topic first impression that everyone gets is same, that’s
only because I couldn’t find a better name for my post. Anyway that’s not in my
case. I mean the age between 15-21 is really very interesting because at that
time only you get lot of crushes, infatuations, attractions etc. It can be with
anyone be it someone in your class/college or from Hollywood/Bollywood. I too
had various crushes at times I thought that this one is my final and “I’m in
Love” not until I met her and discovered the true meaning of beautiful feeling
called Love. Though she is gone now but I really respect her for teaching me ‘What
is Love?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In this episode I would be telling about different girls
I came across in my life or rather I should say came into my life, with few I’m
still in touch but others just chose to stay away from me. Also there were few
interesting incidents involved with them (don’t take it otherwise, reason I say
interesting – u’ll find out soon). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And yeah ofcourse I do miss few of them a lot it’s only
because of moments (not the other way round but in a +ve aspect) I shared with
them. Talking about &lt;b&gt;“Infatuations”&lt;/b&gt; I’m
pretty sure everyone has it in their Life, no matter how much you deny , I won’t
take it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So let’s see where this ends up. And yeah please don’t
tell about this post to anyone who knows my future ‘would be’ might be reading
it, fingers crossed. (God please dun let her read). Tell me ‘M I being too
honest by updating this post, I leave this for you to decide. Enjoy Reading.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy……………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sister&#39;s have always been a special part of everyone&#39;s Life specially when it comes to being an elder brother. This post is dedicated to the best sister in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t believe 25 years have passed now and you are a Married girl now. But watching you Leave was the toughest time of my Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Yeah my only sister got married this winter. You know as Indian wedding goes, celebrations started 10 days before including n number of ceremonies e.g. Tilak, Haldi, Mehandi etc. I guess this is why whole world is crazy about Indian tradition and me being an India is proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We danced like anything , clicked photographs, made videos of every moment. There is one more tradition within my family that whenever one is getting married every member of the family in town sits together for everything be it breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner etc. This is what makes it best. Every member of my family from around the India was present as it was First marriage in our generation and trust me, It was simply awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We enjoyed a lot during the whole wedding time. I made everyone dance over &quot;Dhol&quot; while my sister was walking towards the stage. Finally the whole function took around 10 hours to finish starting from 8:00 pm in the evening to 6:00 am next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But I hate &quot;Bidaai&quot; part of it. I also couldn&#39;t stop my tears. I was given the tough task of accompanying my sister till she leaves, and when the moment came she wasn&#39;t ready to sit in the car crying like a baby at that moment I had to actually lift her up and make her sit in the car still she caught hold of my sleeves and wasn&#39;t leaving it So I had to literally open her palms forcefully to get out of her tight hold, that was really really tough for me and tears were continuously flowing from my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I was really happy to see her smiling when we visited her new family two days later for another ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wish you Lots of Happiness Dear sister and a Very very Happy Married Life.... and yeah ofcourse I do miss you a lot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You made a difference in my Life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still care..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wait everyday, every night..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I still love you .. ♡ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your heart and Mine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue birds sing and chime,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love walks towards eternity,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of forever.. only You and Me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you&#39; re so far away from me -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart and my soul you are always with me .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy..................&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;One more year I&#39;m going to add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To a little lifetime what already passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Walking around and with smile on my face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t feel the time, I don&#39;t feel the space...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t feel alone when near my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So I&#39;ll cherish you as a &lt;b&gt;Pure Pearl &lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
(Read Somewhere liked it so posted on my blog)&lt;br /&gt;
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(Dedicated To All Those Buddies Who Believe In Love.. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Love is when -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts getting serious about his Life,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n she stops Thinking about It.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Starts Saving Money to Spend only for Her,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n She never stops Spending on herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Stops Smoking, Drinking just for Her,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n She starts Alarming about not to have Them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts Getting Crazy on her Every Move,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n She starts Realising how Beautiful is she for Someone.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts Telling her every Little Thing,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n she starts Talking about Useless Things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops Sleeping just to have a little talk with her,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n she starts Sacrificing her Sleep just to Let Him do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts Taking her as if she is his wife,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n she starts Learning to Cook Food just to Prove it True.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops looking at other Girls,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n she starts Getting Serious about her Own Looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Gets Emotional while Reading this Text,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;n she Smiles for the Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in Love is the best thing in Life..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Sandy.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Monotype Corsiva&#39;; font-size: 24pt;&quot;&gt;Let’s 
Welcome the New Dawn of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-family: &#39;Monotype Corsiva&#39;; font-size: 36pt;&quot;&gt; 
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e46c0a; font-family: &#39;Monotype Corsiva&#39;; font-size: 24pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext;&quot;&gt;2013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e46c0a; font-family: &#39;Monotype Corsiva&#39;;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: &#39;Monotype Corsiva&#39;; font-size: 24pt;&quot;&gt;with 
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not getting perfect sentence to start this phase of my life, but still let me
try……..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;My hunt
for a “Good” career started in a wrong year when recession was at its peak and,
there were no jobs in market. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I have
tried to summarize it city wise, though a single blog wasn’t enough for my bad
days but still…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;New Delhi
--- I went to New Delhi with lots of dream filled in my eyes, hoping for
getting a kick start. I used to leave my room in the morning around 7.00 am
formally dressed up, running from company to company. At times I had to request
the security guards to let me go inside to meet HR but they didn’t allow, of
course why would they, it’s their Job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;I used to
eat only twice in a day and rest of the times just drinking water (1/- per
glass). My dad used to say “Vicky, don’t worry about the money, just eat and
drink healthy”. But I never did, because I didn’t want to waste his money and
wanted to take a feel of what exactly struggle is all about. Of course you
cannot call it a struggle while riding in big cars, enjoying weekends, living a
hi-fi life style.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Got a job
after 1 month and 2 week as a Game Tester, that also on contract basis, working
in the graveyard shift from 4.00 pm to Morning 6:00 am, though my regular shift
timings were 4.00 pm to 2:00 am only but I used to sit till morning because
there was a policy of getting 100/- bucks per hour after your regular timings.
I used to get around 25-30 thousand at the end of each month but it affected my
health, cigarette intake increased, so it was not a good experience and worst
part was that I didn’t get any relevant document for working in the company so
in a way I have no record as such for that period.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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going in HCL Technologies every Saturday, standing outside their office to get
an entry, reason being I came to know that HCL conducts interviews on weekends.
I attended the interview 12 times in 3 months then finally 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; time
there was an HR who felt pity (best word to describe) on me and told me that he
won’t be able to hire me directly for Software profile but for a BPO and then I
can be transferred internally after 9 months. But after working for 6 months I
realised this is not what I want, So I decided to quit and left the company on
31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; August, 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After that I went to Mumbai in search of Job. But after continuous travelling
in local, running from office to office nothing materialised in IT sector.
Eventhough I went to a local wholesale dealer of clothes to work for 4,000/-
per month and the work included only operating his computer and updating
sale/purchase made on daily basis. Surviving on Vada Pav and water during day
time and 4 chapatis and daal at night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I decided to move to Bangalore a dream city for every IT engineer present in
India. Hoping that things would turn into my favour. I stayed there with my
cousin sister and his husband. Again my search for job started but result was
same as of Delhi and Mumbai. There wasn’t a single company to entertain a
fresher like me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don’t feel that my dad wasn’t capable enough to provide me with good food and
shelter, it’s just that I chose it the other way so that when I start getting
success in Life, feelings like ‘Proudness’, ’Anger’ etc. doesn’t even touch me.
They used to provide me with lots of money during those days but I never wasted
it or tried to minimise my requirements.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;At times I
got reply from various companies “Sandeep, You shouldn’t join IT World”, “Sandeep,
You have wasted being an Engineer, you should have gone for any other
background”, “Sandeep, You are only wasting ours as well as your time”, and
many other too, by hearing them I used to control my tears infront of everyone
but at night I couldn’t. I used to cry a lot when alone in my flat but decided
not to give up and keep fighting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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finally I did Post Graduation and got a Job in Software Company as a Test
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;Now when I
close my eyes and look back the struggle which I once made myself go through,
seems worth, as things are slowly and gradually turning into my favour. I have
got a job today though not the one I always wanted with handsome salary and
lavish lifestyle but still m satisfied with it. I know one day everything would
be fine with all my dreams achieved in one or the other way. Keeping my fingers
crossed and hoping for the best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what&#39;s gonna happen or, who I&#39;m gonna meet, where I&#39;m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life&#39;s a gift and I don&#39;t intend on wasting it. You don&#39;t know what hand you&#39;re gonna get dealt next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You &quot;&lt;b&gt;Learn to take Life&quot;&lt;/b&gt; as it comes at you..........................................................To make each day count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Promise, I’ll never Leave u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little voice of urs makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little hug of urs makes me feel happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little care of urs makes me feel perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little love of urs makes me feel Complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a little ignorance of urs kills me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my reason for living in those moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I have spent in ur care,with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now whatever pain I may get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never regret loving u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Sandy...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;May this Diwali Light up new dreams, fresh hopes, 
undiscovered avenues, different perspectives, everything bright &amp;amp; beautiful 
and fill ur days with pleasant surprises and moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali to all my Readers, Fellow Bloggers and Followers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Keep Smiling.... Bless You.. Tc......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;@Sandy........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereader07.blogspot.com/feeds/2450759050152734578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereader07.blogspot.com/2012/11/happy-diwali.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815726550778764636/posts/default/2450759050152734578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815726550778764636/posts/default/2450759050152734578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereader07.blogspot.com/2012/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali...... :) :)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16207354837996019501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2OhU03ek_9TI6RNV1QpQxZ-x5ao4dhxu1ALemkfKAYeKhw7suZInAQOb9JlUSF0G_aZssi5mXZdStyQlsgQQkYl5QRZvqvl37rI17z_D-p442BAwITc1V4E5sSMY46AUEUNFGqzL76w/s72-c/diwali-greetings-29.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815726550778764636.post-400476420560826018</id><published>2012-11-01T12:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-11-01T12:49:40.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>29th October,2006</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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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;(Actually this post was supposed to be up on 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
itself bt due to lack of time I couldn’t do it. Anyway read below to find out
the importance of this day in my Life……… Here I go….)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;How can I forget this day, the day which brought at first
smiles and Life time memories to me. Yeah, on 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; October,2006
sweets accepted my proposal after thinking for exact 26 days, (I proposed her
on 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; October,2006).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I still remember, it was “Karwa Chauth” that year and in
the morning I received a call from her that she would be taking a fast for me.
I felt so glad about it and also decided to eat nothing whole day though I kept
drinking water ofcourse. At night again she called me up and told me to come
outside her house so that she could break her fast just by catching a glimpse
of me. So as planned I went outside her house with a friend of mine and after
watching me she took a sip of water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Later while returning to my hostel, she called me up:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sweets: “Listen, I need to tell you something important”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me: “Yeah say, what happened?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sweets: “(blushing like anything and my heart started
pounding) Sandeep”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me: “Yes sweets”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sweets: “Sandeep, I…… “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me: “I.. what yaar”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sweets: “Shut up and just listen….. I…..Love…..You…..too”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me: “What (unintentionally I applied brakes of my bike,
for few moments I couldn’t believe myself), Thank You sweets, I love you a lot”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This is how she accepted my proposal, I still remember
her each line word by word, and when her memories strike me, suddenly my heart
feels so lonely, tears come rolling down my eyes, aaahhhhh I really Loved her
like anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You know when she broke up with me I asked her this
question of keeping a “Karwa Chauth” fast for me, I was shocked to hear her
reply “Sandeep, it’s a tradition in my house, so that’s no big deal for me, I
keep it every year, so how does it matter if I said 2 years it was for you”.
This line hurted me so much that I decided no matter what I won’t call her
ever. I still don’t call but it’s her only, from time to time she keeps talking
to me, knowing about my whereabouts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It doesn’t matter how hard my try and bury the fact in my
heart that I have moved on in my life, but the problem is that whenever I
return home, someway or the other I have to face the truth….. I feel so lonely
and emptiness in my life without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy......................&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This one is from my college days...juz randomly came to my mind...those days Sweets(still I don&#39;t take her name publicly) was with me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Plot: Sweets put a ban on me that I won&#39;t talk to any gal except my sisters after 10:00 pm. And as usual I agreed to it, since it was my habit to fulfill her every wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Our relationship was only 4 months old and after putting this ban she was as usual quite Happy, hehe, (aahhh i loved to do anything juz to bring a smile on her face).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Date: 14/02/2007 (Valentines Day)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We had an awesome day together, I bunked my college and she came to meet me, we went for lunch nd then preffered staying at my flat whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I loved watching her talking to me, at times she used to pinch me &#39;dun luk at me like that&#39;, hehe, but coudn&#39;t help. She used to blush a lot&amp;nbsp;after finding out that m still luking at her with lots of luv filled in my eyes. She left my flat at 6:00 pm for her home.&amp;nbsp;I went to my friends place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Around 9:45 my mobile started ringing displaying &quot;Calling Anamika&quot;, I looked at watch nd was relaxed to see hv still got 15 mins to go (do u see the terror of her, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know how but I surpassed the border of 10:00 pm, and my call wait showed me &quot;Calling sweets&quot;, i immediately disconnected Anamika call and received Sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Everything was normal until I myself accepted the crime (she used to call it, as if hv commited a murder) by telling her the time and name of person I was talking to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now you can expect the result, I felt as if an Atom Bomb has been dropped on my head and even after saying sorry for more than 100 times over phone,&amp;nbsp;she disconnected &amp;nbsp;the call saying &quot;I don&#39;t wanna talk to you again&quot;. (will cut this story short, wait for my novel).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been two days since she was angry with me, i said sorry to her numerous times through sms/call/orkut...but she was still angry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Every time I called her, she only said few things, &quot;Don&#39;t talk to me&quot;,&quot;You don&#39;t luv me&quot;,&quot;You are a lier&quot;,&quot;Do watever you want,I won&#39;t say anything to you&quot;, nd blah blah blah blah......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Finally, I convinced her to meet me but that also on her condition &quot;Sandeep, we won&#39;t meet again in future,this is the last time&quot;&amp;nbsp;(and this last time, lasted for two more years until she really left me to burn in agony and pain.). I agreed coz I knew if she comes down to meet me, her anger wud disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;She came down to my flat, as soon as she came inside my room, I hugged her and said sorry holding her face in my palms.&amp;nbsp;After pampering and saying sorry to her I was able to melt her down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I was saying &quot;sorry baba, sorry na, i won&#39;t repeat it again&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;She juz said : &quot;&lt;b&gt;Shut-up and Kiss Me&quot;&lt;/b&gt;......After that We kissed.... nd she pinched me whispering in my ears &quot;I Love You a lot, baby, don&#39;t ever leave me&quot;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Now I know: The Best kind of Kiss is when u&#39;ve to stop coz u can&#39;t help but Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But today I wonder........ Did she really mean those words ???? m still trying to figure out the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;@Sandy................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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