<?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-626274503989283371</id><updated>2024-09-05T07:19:45.462-07:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="true love story"/><category term="agumbe"/><category term="apologize"/><category term="ayurveda"/><category term="bad"/><category term="bejjavalli"/><category term="chatting"/><category term="chilling weather of karnataka"/><category term="contacts"/><category term="differences"/><category term="dio"/><category term="dream"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="greet"/><category term="horoscope"/><category term="hunger"/><category term="karnataka cheerapunji"/><category term="life"/><category term="long drive"/><category term="long ride"/><category term="loved ones"/><category term="luxury etc"/><category term="mirror"/><category term="misunderstanding"/><category term="nest"/><category term="old lady"/><category term="orphan"/><category term="park"/><category term="person"/><category term="respect"/><category term="sanyasi"/><category term="she"/><category term="smile"/><category term="snatcher"/><category term="sparrow"/><category term="superstitions"/><category term="survive"/><category term="swamiji"/><category term="tears"/><category term="time"/><category term="waiting"/><category term="willingness"/><title type='text'>cOnFuSeD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626274503989283371/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16357947307888116713</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626274503989283371.post-4865864783598135754</id><published>2014-01-27T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-27T13:35:12.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Served To Its Purpose</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-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Well writing
this blog started with my grandma being sad on Diwali which again is festival
of lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;265&quot; src=&quot;http://www.vedicodyssey.com/images/blog/2010-blog/101104-golden-temple-diwali/01-golden-temple-diwali.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Any festival
or a function should be celebrated from heart, that’s when the celebration gets
its own definition. &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: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18.399999618530273px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
I could not stop myself from asking her the reason for her silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
When I asked her the reason, she replied me back saying there were times when
people used to come from far distances for celebrating Diwali together, even
though there were 2 or 3 buses then to that village. They used to come together
,purchase clothes and requirements, prepare sweets at home , oil bath , prayers
together, kids playing together and then chit chat conversation while having
food and having fun in that. And when they are leaving, just saying please
write to us or do a STD which meant a safe journey back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
She again compared it to the Grand arrangements what I had arranged for my
family this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
She told me,” In today’s world, you give a message in phone. Not even a phone
call to them to invite and may be you call that’s a big thing. And they come in
their own cars getting all their clothes. Again they may forget their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18.399999618530273px;&quot;&gt;inner wears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;,
but they won’t forget their mobile phones, chargers and earphones. Even if both
are missed, they&amp;nbsp;would instead repent for not bringing their gadgets and not
for their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18.399999618530273px;&quot;&gt;inner wears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;They bring
sweets also from Sweet stalls. Only kheer is prepared here. Kids are busy with
their I-pads and tablets in gaming, not even one talking to each other. Elders busy
in their mobile phones still talking about when they will reach back and about
business conversations. And ladies are busy watching some new movie which has
been&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18.399999618530273px;&quot;&gt;telecast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;on TV. And as festival gets over, they are all in hurry that
they don’t even say proper good&amp;nbsp;bye to everyone. And they leave for their
respective homes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I just
thought for a minute that what she was saying was just happening right in front
of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
I n my grandma still had that option to change the celebration mode of 2013 Diwali
from gadget Diwali to happy Diwali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
I just asked everyone to assemble in our drawing room and asked them if
everyone could give their phones, tablets and laptops to me for a minute. They
asked why? I told them the reason. May be they too felt that. We switched off
all our gadgets and celebrated just like what my grandma wanted us to do it. ? And
at the beginning everyone was a bit uncomfortable, but they all could do it and just do whatever my grandma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18.399999618530273px;&quot;&gt;instructed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;them to do because&amp;nbsp;all I cared was for that
smile to appear on my grandma’s face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
I am happy that I could do it. As we forbid good bye to everyone, my grandma
was happy that her grandson had tried something for her and I was successful in
getting that smile on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Even these
many years, may be even I had forgotten that we were missing something. What we
are missing is ourselves and replacing with gadgets. The best thing to do
according to me is serve the purpose of the occasion. That’s when you can make
your loved ones smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I just believe that there might be someone who is trying to see that purpose of celebration is served in what we do. Let&#39;s not make them disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali which is festival of lights should not make people&#39;s heart and mind dark because lack of knowledge or lack of understanding.&amp;nbsp;&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;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Serve the Purpose. You have your loved ones with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are some things in life
which come back to you no matter how far you go away from them. There are times
when we actually&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;them, respect them and give a special value to that
in our own lives. But at times it happens to be such that we don’t&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;them and fail to value those things. No matter whether it’s Career, Luck, Money,
Love, Friends, Joy, Education, Goals etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s not always true that we chose the wrong
field as career because the field in which we were interested dint have money
or career. It’s that we failed to&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;the money or career in it. It
depends on how much is he/she dedicated to that talent and their hard work
towards achieving it at the cost of no matter what.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Everyone is having his/her
own talent. A person should know how to become an expertise in that field and
give the best of it which not only keeps him happy and lead peaceful life but
also encourage many more to get on their interested field and succeed their lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Success follows those who
follow their heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;That’s the reason for the
success of every artist, sportsman, scientist etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One needs to&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;that.
But it so happens that people fail to&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;it in their early lives. They
instead choose to get into work in other fields and earn some good money and do
work on their passion in their latter part of life. It may be after resigning
from job at 60 or having some good money in wallet and try to achieve it then. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Feeling of being lost in one
field because of being forced by parents, family etc. won’t help anyone take
anywhere. We just pat our back saying we are advanced, but just looking at the
history we find the parents in kings rule supporting their kids in their
interested fields.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;At times there has been lack of communication between
parents and children about their lives. Its parents who are being decision
makers. Parents decide that their kid should learn karate even if kid is
interested in kick boxing or their daughter is interested in violin, they put
her through singing classes. This article is just to make you understand that don’t
force anyone in their career because they would always blame you for every
failure they come across in the path they are leading which you guided them.
Instead talking to them about what they have an idea of being in life is a
better option. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Because a person accusing you
later in some part of life saying you ruined their artistic career, it’s a painful
thing to bare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The last
thing anyone could do in this world is use 2 words&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Life becomes
beautiful by doing so...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;It’s not
about you really giving a damn or not...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;It’s about
how much the person is worth to u and may be it can add a value to you and to
that person...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Life may
turn from rags to riches or vice versa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcrpadFNG98DltkQUcxAB4eS5zKy_JbcHlYJUwGeKlUqm93ycEAKKFLw52mS6mcFeaEd5JdWzCeK7mVgfjM6BbdNPBk7Lz5IQc3jEpgeA8kRRZ_SGZPYQHqdEA5DrpXj7BgEdiltH5WUi/s1600/hot_weird_funny_amazing_cool3_a-man-faces-in-mirror-0_200907260210119550.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;But there is
a way out, i am taking an example of person whom i know to .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;There is this uncle of mine who had this presence of mind to be down
to earth by using this 2 words whenever necessary and the change in him in this
decade was his assets of 10, 00,000 is today worth at least 10, 00, 00,000 and
the good part to learn from is he respects even the watchman of his company by
greeting them and i believe that&#39;s what has taken them so high and the 9 out of 11 workers still work with him &amp;nbsp;whom started working with him when business started and its not only for the good pay,but a relationship of boss employee isn&#39;t limited. Its a family kinda feeling between them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;One needs to cultivate that for something nice of his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We too learn
greeting till high school, yeah may be sometimes even till the college... But
there comes an attitude once we pass 18... I’m not saying it’s the way it
works. But it’s always good to have respected the others around us. And a smile
on the face if possible... That’s all it takes... because people around us are
like mirror… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;You annoy, you
get annoyed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;You smile,
you get a smile back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;as far image is concerned it was source of google to just get a smile on your face with fun filled.. Cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
My friend invited me to his business anniversary function on 10-4-2013 and i was happy to see the success of the firm as it had seen the efforts and not just sweat but blood too!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coming to his introduction,&lt;br /&gt;
His name is Arjun and lost his father when he was 15 years old and he was in 10th grade and was in no idea of what was gonna happen next??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a little brother who is physically challenged and its necessary that one needs to with him and now he had given that responsibility to his mom and finished his 10th grade with good results and now for their food,all they had was a factory which was having a good run and was earning well.&lt;br /&gt;
Arjun&#39;s uncle then pretended to be good and acted as if he had come to rescue them.&lt;br /&gt;
Arjun had fallen for a girl studying in the same college and it had already been 2 years of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
The couple looked as if they are made for each other and they were so close that even their parents looked separated.&lt;br /&gt;
By now uncle had spoilt the business and the family lost the business and was in huge trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
Arjun was now tensed about feeding the family and he even shared it with her and she responded well saying she would stand with him no matter what and this made relationship even more closer. But god wasn&#39;t completely over with screwing arjun&#39;s life i guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;
He couldn&#39;t spend time with her and now she had got new flirts from others.. oh thanks to social media..&lt;br /&gt;
She slowly parted and had left him completely. And this is love of 2012...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
He tried his best to get her back as he wanted her either by hook or crook.. somehow,...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but now she wasn&#39;t even ready to pick his call..!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He would find it difficult to even roam out because he had filled her within himself and now was in trouble that he used to remember the moments he spent with her in that place.. He came to decision to kill himself and end it all..!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His friends who got to know about this helped him out by motivating &amp;nbsp;and talking about his mom and brother and after long discussion and briefing, now he was better and as he was about to finish his degree, his another uncle had offered him partnership in a multi cuisine restaurant and bar. And as he started, it was difficult as goons coming ad drinking and not paying the bill,Goons hitting him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But he felt this as less painful compared to pain she had given him. Blood bleeding out of his mouth by goon&#39;s hit was of no care to him and now he had decided to live for family and not for himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As days passed the business started prospering and after 3 years i.e; now he owns 17 such bar and restaurants in various places in state and had called for success party.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When asked that he still loves her... He says &quot; Whole my life &quot; !!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All bars are named after her..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pity the girl who ditched gem...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are some enemies
in our lives whom we never take care off...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Well, some of us won’t find it out until their death bed.&lt;br /&gt;
One which needs to be taken care off is TIME.&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-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;First with
us blaming someone else for mistake of ours own by wasting our own precious
time.&lt;br /&gt;
Second with doing something what others ask to do by assuming that they are
better than you.&lt;br /&gt;
Third, of course is by wasting your time by waiting for the right moment.&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-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We do
mistakes by wasting our precious time by doing something our friends or
relatives asked us to do. But before doing anything it’s always good to
question to your own self that “can you..?” If you get a positive reply from
your side, try it some 3 times and if same thing continues, kick start the
purpose and you can achieve what you have desired for. Blaming them because
that precious time has passed away is not right because they might have tried
to help you in the way they thought or felt about your decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you ever
felt that what your friends or close ones gave was a good suggestion, then you
have no right to ask him at the end if end up as failure because it was you who
took decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The time
never comes back once you lose it. Best example was taking a stupid decision
and leaving a pretty girl who was so close to me in all your high schooling and
choosing a gal who was not at all mine; now falling behind her and not even
able to get to her is really a bad condition of any human. But it’s all because
of me. Well now, I feel matured.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hope to get her.. because loved her like anything.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A small trip to my native in my new dio ( 375 kilometres). It was fun and this pics are just for&amp;nbsp;thanksgiving to mother&amp;nbsp;nature for such a wonderful gift from her.&lt;/div&gt;
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The main reason behind writing this post was my eyes getting
irritated and frustrated by people who are looting money in daylight. But no
one even questions them. &amp;nbsp;Not even
politicians dare to do so. They barely can recite Bhagavad-Gita and they make
us believe that they are in contact with Holy one (GOD).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I am talking about the fake swamiji and sanyasis who
are earning millions of rupees in the name of holy one. In today’s world a yoga
teacher aged 35 may not be capable of owning a bmw or Mercedes or audi if he is
living normal life. But he can get every luxury product he desires if he wears
the orange cloth or khaavi(which at times was used by enlightened ones) . It
has become a fashion now and you wear it and then do your profession, you earn
1000 times more than before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Having an affair with actresses is possible now with money they have and finally scolding that swamiji and searching for another. What are we doing..?&lt;/div&gt;
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I personally saw a guy who was a just pass student in B.M.S
(Ayurveda) a decade back suddenly becoming a most famous Ayurveda pandit in Karnataka.
Lemme tell you guys one thing, ask any household in Hassan,madikeri,shiwmoga,chikmaglur,udupi,uttarkannada
and dakshin kannada about a illness. They will give you the better advice than
this guy whom I am referring and what makes me sick is he lives his kid and
wife as publicity stunt to say that he has become a sanyasi and now she will be
quiet because her mouth is closed with bundles of money for not revealing about
this fact. And zero to hero of this guy is just because of media guys. I know
him barely able to pay rent of his own clinic in his locality and today with
just help of media; he owns more than 50 crores and is directly in touch with
chief minister of state. Holy cow. And all I would ask is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
“Why do you want a sick Ayurveda doctor to clean your heart
by spiritual advice who personally is not clean from his heart?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Wake up before its late. They are enjoying in our money. God
is everywhere. Find him in your kid’s or parents happiness instead of spending
on their happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;kaalaya tasmai namaha&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;She was sitting alone on
a chair at a corner of a park where much people don’t visit and was trying to
control her tears. Tears flowing down were similar to sun who was also going
down to make the one half of globe dark.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;There was no single lane
in which I hadn’t searched for her, even after searching for 7 hours all I was
to say that I had no idea of where she was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I was remembering the
places where we used to go when we were happy, when we were sad, when we scored
less marks, when we scored more.etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I just questioned myself
that how could I forget her favorite park. I rushed to the park and my rush
hadn’t gone for waste as I found her there. Now I had tears in my eyes
remembering what had happened to make situation this worse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;Her name is Sana. We were
in relationship for almost 16 months by then and just then I had started
sharing funny incidents that me and my friends had occurred with a neighbor who
was from Punjab of my friend Yash. She was fun loving, practical, jovial etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;As my girl is from North India,
making sonali and Sana socialize would make my girl feel good because she was
feeling kind of loneliness with my friends as I am from Bangalore. Even Sana
enjoyed it and they even exchanged their mail-id and began chatting. Sonali
shifted to Switzerland with her family, but remained in contact with my
girl(thanks to internet). They became very friendly and enjoyed each other’s
company.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;303&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7sKYRFcINSwp4axZTGS_oJXq_hi9YQxQYc5HvqBXu1wCKKi7tbm73UhhgTsk9ZuITIjVEge-lThvkmzPD1Tstty8ompFp5f1gGItkK-gNKrZkLe4pREK0DT8IlLHWyAc_577yxHu2p0/s400/chatting.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;As there are always bad
things in every good thing, sonali was a fan of a guruji who predicts future
and even past by looking at eyes and hand.&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know whether it was co-incidence or true, what he used to say used to
happen and my girl had become an addition to that guruji’s disciple’s list. Problem
has started as guruji had asked her to visit temples, wear particular color
dress on particular day, fasting and what not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I even knowing all this
was quiet because she had trusted him and good seemed to happen. Now as the
days passed, on one particular day this sonali and guruji played a prank with Sana
saying there’s a soul on your guy’s body and you have do some pooja to get rid of
all this evil’s and as time had proved that guruji’s words would come true, she
blindly believed him and even did the same. But sonali and guruji had now
shared a healthy laugh in front of me saying we have fooled your girl. I couldn’t
take it anymore, hence I just informed my girl about this and now she had
started giving me slangs for not telling her before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;Actually she was right
too.. But I too dint have much knowledge about him or else. She took out her
frustration and anger on me. I was quiet because I felt it was my mistakes
making this people mingle. When we met, I just apologized her. But she was too
badly affected by the embarrassment in front of her own self. I tried to
console her, but she was nowhere ready to listen to my words. Even after
sitting next to her for more than 2 hours, she was in no mood of coming to
reality or maybe I felt time is bit important as I had technical configuration
classes which had to happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I asked her, ‘sana,come I
will drop you to hostel’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;‘No, its k...Actually you
have training. So you can make your move ‘, she replied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I tried to convince her
more for dropping her to hostel was unsuccessful for even 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
attempt. Now I had less time and requested her again. But she had same reply
saying ‘I will spend some more time; you can leave’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;Now I had made my move
saying ‘Good bye. I love you’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;She said bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I got a text to my phone
saying “I never expected that you would leave me in middle of road like that. I
hate you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I was now in bias to go
to coaching or to go back to her.&lt;br /&gt;
my heart too felt that let me go to my girl and I went to place where we had
talk 5 minutes ago; but now she was not there and even phone was coming switch
off. I searched and searched, but got a message stating ‘I am in hostel, Go and
attend your training.’ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;With this relief, I had
left for training and as I finished my traning,i checked my phone log after I came
out of training hall, I had some 30-40 missed calls saying Sana is not in
hostel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;Hence the search started and
ended after 7 hours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;Now that I could see her,
I went to her for apologizing; she dint feel like seeing my face too. May be I could
have waited, but I couldn’t have missed my training too… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Consolas;&quot;&gt;I wish she realizes the
true love of mine very soon and come back. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.flixya.com/files-photo/o/m/a/omarraj86-1885637.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;Hello friends, this time I am back with something which is very
much a true love story that happened just in front of my eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;Santosh was from a middle class family. He lost his father at a
very young age, from then his mom had spent all her life in bringing them (him
and her younger sister) to a certain level. Even santosh was a guy who always
understood his mom and helped her too.he had done his 10+2 in distinction which
helped get a seat in one of the reputed colleges in Bangalore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;As he started with his under-graduate study, he was one among
toppers in his class and he also got recognized as a genius in quiz which gave
him fame all over college. This way he had finished one year in 3 year course. As
the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year started, he felt that he should enjoy a bit as his
friends were doing by then, and thought of getting committed with a girl in a
relationship…well now he looked for the most cute looking, good by nature type
of girl… As far as search for this was concerned, he was very cautious about it…finally
got a crush on a girl called sruthi who was also his classmate. She was perfect
for him in every manner possible because she was cute,caring,good-hearted,loving,emotional,sentimental
etc…one fine day, he even went and asked her for her number and since he was good,
she dint think twice to give her number and then texting began. It almost took
place continuously for 4 hours till he made confidence to ask if she was single
or ready to get committed with any good guy. Well to his luck, she was still
single which made him call her and propose her...Well sounds crazy because a
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&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;hone…but guys believes me; it happened…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;She said her parents won’t agree, caste problems, different places
etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;But he somehow convinced her that after a period of time, he would
come and talk to her parents about their relationship and future and this made
her finally agree to him. Time had changed!!! Because there was a time when
students used to think library is where you can find Santosh all time, but now
place library was no more in his dictionary as he was busy with her in
coffee-day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;As time passed, they got closer and closer and he started teaching
her local language of Karnataka (Kannada) as she was from Kolkata. Somehow in between
this period, semester had already passed and she had improved a lot in her English
vocabulary and her English communication and it was all because of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;One morning, he got a text message that “santosh, I want 500bucks…I
want to pay my fees. I am short of 500...pls”… he without thinking twice,
searched for his pockets for money. All he found was 250 bucks left, I don’t
know what happened to him, he went to a blood bank and sold his blood for money.
he gave her 500 bucks,but she had a doubt and wanted to know from where had he
got that money ? hence she took him to a restaurant and asked him to promise on
their love and tell that where he had money from? He who was left with no other
option told her truth and this was something of filmy type and they had started
loving each other more than anyone else in this planet called earth. As days passed,
they were always seen together, no matter what place was it! Finally valentine’s
day had come to show the existence of love and to reflect of one such true love,
he gifted her a card and cute teddy and she was happy by love he showed love
towards her. but no one knows whose bad eyes fell on this sweet couple, they
fought for a small thing and scolded each other a lot and he who was angry left
for his home without even saying a bye to her, and she who was very egoistic
also showed her egos and her without even apologizing to him because they say
relationship is full of compromises to stay closer for someone whom we love. But
that black Friday, they both played their devil minds on each other. She went
to hostel, again came out of hostel and went to a lonely place to get some peace.
She was so much lost in her self that she forgot her hostel timings and left
for city at 7.00 even after knowing hostel in timing is last at 6.30. and this
guy who had no idea of what is happening in hostel was busy in other works that
day and at 7.20,he receives a call which says is sruthi with u? she hasn’t
turned up to hostel… now this guy with full fear rushes near hostel and roams
everywhere to search her from 7.30 to 11.30.whole college now thinks that he
might have done something, but no one even tried to understand truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;She was in heart of city from 7.30 to 10.30 roaming here and there
just crying for getting angry on Santosh finally came to stupid decision.
Decision was suicide!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;She tried for sleeping pills, but since no medical guy ever gives
that without a prescription, she finally bought ratposion and mixed it with
water and gulped it once. Now she felt like reaching back hostel, she got into
a bus and she started vomiting because of that ratkiller.she somehow reached
hostel by 11.45 and requests hostel warden to take her to hospital and this guy
somehow gets the news rushes to hostel, but fails to meet her as she had
already been taken to hospital. He waits whole night at one of his friend’s
room to see sunrise so that he can go and meet her. And to his luck, he got information
about hospital where she is admitted in. he rushes there, but finds that she is
in i.c.u and only one person is allowed to visit her per day ,and that too at
after noon 12,but time is just 8.30..in the hope of meeting her waits for clock
to tick 12. He visits her and says hi…what happened..? Please tell truth and she
tells him everything that happened and at last he says I love you, take
care,get well soon..and comes out of icu and finds out that her brother had
come all way from Kolkata to see her.santosh introduced himself as friend of sruthi
and spoke to him for few minutes and then gets back home that day.&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: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;Somehow
her brother comes to know that santosh is boyfriend of his sister and calls to
his mobile and threatens to kill him if he ever tried to see her again,her
brother took her back to Kolkata.now santosh who was left with just her
memories and tears is trying to forget himself in his own pain. More or less
she would not be brought back. Well let’s hope he gets her back and let him be
happy all his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was one of those winter mornings which made me know about this and made me feel write it over here...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
As I am an hotelier now, it’s been a must to visit market to
buy vegetables for my hotel every day. But the problem lies in waking up early
in the morning and travelling all the way from my home to K.R Market which is
at a distance of 20 kilometers. When my dad used to describe the scenario of
the vegetable market I used to feel it would be awesome visiting there as fresh
vegetables would be available at reasonable price. But once I have started
visiting there, the other face of coin is visible to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Coming to the point, it was one of those chilled mornings
when I completely covered with woolen clothes went to market; even though it
was not the first visit, somewhere deep inside I felt lazy to visit, search for
good, fresh vegetables, bargain, pack it and then bring them back…Giving the
contract to someone for doing the above mentioned job was swirling round my
head. Thinking of this, I reached a shop to buy coriander, I was enquiring
about rates and suddenly there arrived a policeman to take bribe, the lady
requested him that till now no business is done and I’ll give as soon as
possible. I dint even have an idea what policeman would do. Policeman
completely lost his temper stamped all vegetables and hit her in a stick which
government gave him to use it on some criminals and took some coriander and by
then lady gave him 50 rupees. He, who should have shut his mouth and left the spot,
evaded abusing her “bitch”. She started crying and with no other option left
for myself I disappeared from the spot. Then I witnessed a middlemen cheating a
lady in showing fake accounts by saying 111+26+123=220.that is where I understood
markets are ruled by middlemen and no one else. Believe me guys, I have never
witnessed such a corruption ever before. Wherever your eyes pop, you find
corruption there… the ultimate loser is our poor farmers. They are paid 50paise
for handful of coriander leaves, sold at 4 rupees in market and sold at 10
rupees in shops near your houses. Now you can easily make out who gains who loses.Thats
the reason behind suicide of farmers.. Reason is not government..It’s the middlemen
who are killing the farmer… &lt;/div&gt;
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And the corruption done by policemen over there has no limits.
It’s totally out of control..I wish someday there is a smile on farmer’s face
and this corrupt people washed away by lord nature’s punishment to bad people
as there is a saying “kalaya tasmai namaha”...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/feeds/8024939951820549727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/2012/01/puff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626274503989283371/posts/default/8024939951820549727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626274503989283371/posts/default/8024939951820549727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/2012/01/puff.html' title='puff....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16357947307888116713</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="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_YobLwuzk6m0/TL6lWQvF_HI/AAAAAAAAApc/kEIT3eWNvIU/s72-c/IMG_2906.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626274503989283371.post-1397664703091731122</id><published>2012-01-13T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:06:19.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY fUtUrE..???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;Which
one suits me??? Which one to pick???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;
phew..confused...!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/312639524_67e49dde27.jpg&quot; /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;It’s
a long time since I wrote my last post since I am a so called “Entrepreneur”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The reason behind this post was to share my confused brain’s confused ideas… I
know its bit tricky to understand me…But had no option left other than sharing
it over here.&lt;br /&gt;
Here are some options left for myself which I aspire to become. It’s not just
one, it’s some (sum) of my confusions.Dont know which thingy to be taken and
take a serious decision for it because it’s a time to decide now…&lt;br /&gt;
1) Businessman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;2)
Animator&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;3)
Get into corporate world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;4)
I.A.S officer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;5)
Photographer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;6)
Mathematician&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;7)
Farmer (to enjoy natural beauty and find some peace)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;8)
Traveler&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;9)
Sanyasi (not one like a sri sri sri whatever... nityananda…: D)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;10)
Do nothing….just sleep...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 28pt;&quot;&gt;After
writing this much, I feel the last one to be the best one…Enjoy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Sorry friends…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&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: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Couldn’t add any post for last few days
because of exxaaaammmsss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
This is an incident that happened during the study holidays for my exams…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I get up very late when I don’t have classes.
But that day my mom forced me to get up early to get her some medicines. I was
really angry on my mom for waking me up. When I entered the washroom I saw a
sparrow trying it’s hard to group some small sticks to build its nest. I was
totally pissed off as it was making the washroom as its home. I was into a
perception that it would make the washroom dirty and it was already 3 days over
since it had started piling things on for its construction. Me, who was totally
angry on my mom showed my anger by throwing those things out of window when it
left to collect things. When it came back, it had nothing left for itself but
the sticks, grass etc which it had to work hard to collect them. The way it looked
at me, I just can’t forget that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&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: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://indiacurrentaffairs.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/sparrow-nest.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Image
source: Google images&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Because it almost made an expression which
reflected “you cruel devil...Today you have disrespected my hard work…you’ll
understand when someone disrespects your hard work...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Adobe Heiti Std R&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;By then my mom entered the scene and screamed
at me as if I had killed that sparrow because my mom loves animals, birds a lot…
by then I had understood my mistake… I went down to bring that sticks and grass
which I threw out. When I brought those things back and kept them at the same
place, bird dint even bother to touch it. Now I almost felt like killing myself
because its silence itself had made me feel guilty. Bird which stayed there
till then now flew away out of window. The guiltiness I am feeling is still
hurting a lot inside...the intention of writing this was to just mention to you
that never ever behave rudely with those kinds of animals. They would take a
small amount of place in your house or office or wherever… just try to be a
better human because I have experienced how much it hurts and the guiltiness
felt by that.I don&#39;t want my friends to experience that worse....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/feeds/3957836605161840175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626274503989283371/posts/default/3957836605161840175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626274503989283371/posts/default/3957836605161840175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedwith2.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-day.html' title='bAd dAy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16357947307888116713</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626274503989283371.post-7414736572098603723</id><published>2011-09-22T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:11:14.490-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snatcher"/><title type='text'>bAd dReAm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Showcard Gothic&#39;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;Dreams don&#39;t have any limits or full
stops...It all goes the way your creativity and your thinking...People
differentiate dreams to 2 sorts. One is what you want to be or wish to be, it’s
more of a goal; but its referred to as dream because at the end of the day that&#39;s
what he always wanted to be which is more of a logical. Second is completely
what you get when you are asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;WIKIPEDIA&#39;S DEFINITION OF DREAM IS&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;“Dreams
are successions of images, ideas, emotions and sensations occurring involuntarily
in the mind during certain stages of sleep.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;244&quot; src=&quot;http://growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/jacob_dream_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I am sharing one such dream which happened to understand myself
better...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;This dream occurred on 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of august month; well it
was a night dream and the dream was – &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;“I was walking through the streets of Banashankari, Bangalore in
my college uniform and I saw man who was walking approximately 5 foot in front
was planning for something as he was giving some signals to another guy who was
on a splendour bike who was pretending to be talking in phone. But I did
nothing but to see these 2 guys and just 10 seconds after it happened to be, the
guy who was walking in the front suddenly snatched a lady’s chain and the mobile
which apparently fell when he snatched the chain and within in no time, the guy
ran and got into the back seat of splendour bike and the guy who was riding the
bike took no time to accelerate and escape; I was completely stunned and dint
know what to do? The lady was screaming in kannada “help”… 2-3 people even took
their bikes and went on to get those chain snatchers… It was complete mess up
and as the police came, I just told cops that I saw those snatchers and I was
asked to come to police station and I was taken to a notice board where some
photos of snatchers had been stuck and I was asked whether was that snatcher’s
photo there in that board and I observed the board for 5 minutes and found the
photo of one of among the 2.But the police started scolding me and started
saying how can a man who died 3 days back come and snatch the chains and i was
in trouble now...but I was in confusion because I had recognised the accurate
person whom I saw snatching the lady’s chain and when police asked her about this,
she replied saying I din’t see their faces properly.&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted to get out of there somehow…So I ended up showing someone else’s
photo… But the reaction of police inspector was worse as he started hitting me
and asking a constable to put me behind bars and all…”&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;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I got shocked and got up… that was all I saw in the dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;But I dint even bother to know why I got such a crazy dream
because it’s not unusual to get such dream because everyone of us getting such
irrelevant dreams of ghost, devils and all…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;It was on 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September when I actually went to my
father’s hotel to collect rent since we have leased it out to one of my family
friend… I directly went to hotel after finishing my classes of that day…Now I was
feeling that this incident has occurred previously in my life, because everything
was same to same as it happened in dream. I was wearing uniform and the same
man was walking in front and guy was in a bike and lady was also walking with
phone to her ears, may be speaking to someone on phone…Now I was confirmed that
dream has become true and I was in a dilemma to catch the snatcher’s hand (if
possible) or to note down the bike’s number or to see snatcher’s face properly
so that I can identify when their photos in notice board if it is there… In
next 20 seconds, he stole her chain and both of them escaped in bike, I who was
looking to note down shockingly witnessed the bike’s number plate to be blank
and same 2 others took their bikes to chase and same police inspector came and
started enquiring about it… &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Since I couldn’t note down the reg.number of the bike, I dint want
to get back to police and say that I saw those snatchers face since I saw
everything in dream had happened just in front of me minutes back because I felt
that same police station experience which I saw in dream would continue, hence just
walked as if I dint even know anything and reached my hotel and got back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I now feel guilty that I should have helped police. But I wanted
my safety first, and even was afraid that it would happen too because
everything had occurred same to same….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Eras Medium ITC&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;This day played the best role in my life as it was the first time
in my life which occurred as dream come true…Really feeling shocked even now
when I remember it…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This is an incident that happened 2 weeks ago which would make me remember this day forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.friendsofgod.net/images/orphan.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;So&amp;nbsp;thought of
sharing with you people...It was about 10&#39;o clock in the morning and I was
having my breakfast in my dad&#39;s hotel since it was a&amp;nbsp;Sunday, my duty is to
visit my hotel to look after the accounts of that full week which my mom has
assigned me. Just then a old woman aged about 70-75 came and asked for the
owner.My manager brought her to me and introduced her to me,then she started
her speak which made me delighted because she had&amp;nbsp;brought an food order
for more than 40k for a day&#39;s lunch which could easily fetch me minimum of
10-15k of profits.I called my manager and asked him to bring a coffee&amp;nbsp;for
her and asked her to sit and i replied to her saying &quot;Don&#39;t worry ma&#39;am.Our
food is known for its taste and quality.No delivery charges.&quot;She asked me
whether my name should be added in invitation for which i replied &quot;It&#39;s
not required&quot; because all i wanted was money.She praised me saying
&quot;Sir,now-a-days people do donation for publicity and you are saying you
don&#39;t want that too..you are kind hearted ,leave happily for hundred years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I was in a mixed
expression of shock and confusion and i almost took few minutes to react for
it.She started again saying that &quot;ok beta..guess you are not interested in
this..i&#39;ll leave and take this card..By god&#39;s grace if your mind is changed
call to the number mentioned in this card&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The moment she said
this,i asked her to wait for 2 minutes and took my dad&#39;s photo out of my wallet
and closed my eyes for a moment and started thinking what would my dad would if
he was there at this situation as i do it before every single decision making
process.I felt that i should donate the food because that&#39;s what my dad would
do if he was there.I opened my eyes with a smile in my face and i was suddenly
shocked to see the tears in that woman&#39;s eyes and smile in her face.She said
me, &quot;Just like your father&quot;&amp;nbsp;for which i was emotion-less and
confused and i asked her why did she say that.She told me&quot;I&#39;ll tell you
later.&quot;I asked her that when actually she wants this food and all for
which she said she wants us to do it on next month&amp;nbsp;and i promised her that
we will do it and also asked her can we also donate it today to the kids
because on the day of function we cant stay and be with kids for long time as
crowd will be more for which she was very happy and slowly&amp;nbsp;whispered
&quot;Not a problem&quot; for which i was very happy and the very&amp;nbsp;next
moment i asked my manager who was standing next to our chairs to get ready with
the food by 12 noon.All i could witness was a smile still lying in that old
woman&#39;s face which actually made me happy because first time in my life i was
feeling as if i am doing something great.I asked her to wait for an hour and
would she have any breakfast? for which she nodded saying no and opened her
mouth saying i have had it before coming to the hotel.I went out to look at the
bills and accounts for that week.An hour passed by then and i called for the
taxi and requested the woman to be seated and asked my hotel servants to bring
that food in a van to the ashram by following the taxi.Ashram was a ten minute
drive the hotel and we reached there in by no time and i walked with the woman
into the ashram and she gave me a album to have a look at.As i turned the pages
one after the other,i was shocked to see my parents standing with those small
orphan kids and some pictures in which my dad making small kids sit on his lap
and making them eat.By then,my eyes were filled with tears thinking the good
heart they have is not with me..The old woman kept her hand on my shoulder and
said this is what i wanted to say you in your hotel,but couldn&#39;t say it
there.She also added &quot; Tiger always gives birth to a tiger and not a
fox...now don&#39;t be sad for the past.Distribute it yourself&quot;. I was bit
happy by her words and asked my hotel boys to start distributing the food.But
while distributing the food,i really felt pity for those kids there.I became
very much emotional seeing those kids who have almost forgot what is
love,parents,b&#39;day&#39;s,etc...Even we had food with them and took a pic with them
and i promised them saying &quot;whenever you people are in need of
anything,ask me..and i &#39;ll come next month with food and no need of my name in
invitation card.&quot;I took her blessing while returning back saying Don&#39;t
worry.But to be frank,i don&#39;t even know why did i say that..But i am happy for
my small contribution to those..After returning home,i shared this with my mom
for which she was very happy for what i have done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Well i know what i
did was not huge contribution o something like that.The reason for this blog
was just to ask you people that if you have anything more which you are not
using,just give it to such institutes and not to some one who come door to door
people to collect because who knows whether they are selling it or giving it to
those kids.So plz frenz do visit and do a small contribution for it..That&#39;s all
i could say for now and the pics are not my clicks,its&amp;nbsp;Google&amp;nbsp;pics
since i dint carry my cam there.. I&amp;nbsp;apologize&amp;nbsp;if i have bored some one
by this post..All i could say is thank u for reading and a sorry for those guys
who felt bored because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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animal !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I thought my friend was lying and i asked him to stop bluffing.But one&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;evening,my friend took me to his house.A guy who is somewhere around 24-25 opened the door welcoming us in.He asked us to get seated and asked my friend who is this ? pointing at me. My friend introduced me to him and told the reason why we were there for.He asked his maid to bring juice for us and suddenly he started gazing here and there.In fractions of seconds,we could witness tears in his eyes.At that particular moment,i started questioning myself that why the hell did i ask that question,but after all i had been to him only for that and if i don&#39;t get that information,then there was no reason for us going to his house.After a minute or two,he got up from his chair and asked us to follow him.He took us to his study room where we could see a line &quot; y did u do this to me?&quot; written all over his walls in spray paints and some stuff which made me asking myself that whether he is abnormal or&amp;nbsp;psycho&amp;nbsp;or something like that.But suddenly he turned back to us and asked us to get seated in the bean bag which were placed here and there in his room and opened his laptop and showed her photos and the room was so silent and calm without nobody speaking,instead having a look at the photo&#39;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He suddenly broke the silence by saying &quot;Her name is swathi&quot;.He said us that i&#39;ll tell you the whole story after our dinner.I called my mom and said that i won&#39;t be coming and said combined study and doing assignments for which she was surprised to hear that words me and studies. She was happy to hear and said come early in the morning for which i replied &quot;ya,sure&quot; and we had our dinner.After finishing our dinner,we headed back to his room.As soon as we reached the room,i asked him to start his love story and end it by morning for which he started laughing and replied saying ok.Let him explain his story himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am from a middle class family and i couldn&#39;t expect anything more than fee&#39;s for my studies as my parents had lost all money spending on my sister&#39;s marriage and a traditional gifts to my brother-in-law.Sometimes my parents found it difficult even to pay for my fee&#39;s as we had done some loan for sister&#39;s marriage and all my dad&#39;s salary used to go to that interest.I passed out with 72% as my percentage in my 10th std.My parents were sad instead of being happy,but they had a reason to be so as they were worried about.Their worry was about which college should their son join and how much would colleges ask as donation and all.But finally they were relaxed as i got a seat in one of the colleges near my house and even the fee was very much affordable.And i felt like my dreams were coming true because always loved to wear color dress as college dress.And finally the p.u classes commenced with finding some of my school friends in the same college and i found one chick for whom i was attracted a bit because she was really gorgeous,but i controlled all my emotions within myself because by then some of my friends were saying that they had crush on her.And the classes continued well,but i found it difficult to understand trigonometry and physics problems.So joined for tutorials for which my brother-in-law paid the fee and i found 8 guys from our own college tutorials and since i had joined late to tutorials,my&amp;nbsp;tution&amp;nbsp;teachers suggested me to take to notes from fellow mates and they even suggested that swathi&#39;s notes would be good.I agreed for that,took notes from her and copied the same notes to my book and returned the book and thanked her for giving her books to me.In the tests conducted in college,she had secured second rank whereas i was in 4th position.But my like for books increased and kept a target of securing first position.My hard work din&#39;t go for waste as i had secured first position and the same swathi had lost first position by 2 marks for which she was angry on me for which she came and said &quot;Don&#39;t be so proud of yourself because your happiness won&#39;t stay for more time&quot;,for which i replied &quot;f**k off&quot; and she went crying from there.But i then felt that i shouldn&#39;t have abused a girl in that manner and wanted to ask sorry.I thought i would&amp;nbsp;apologize in tutorials,but she hadn&#39;t come to tutorials that day.So took her number from her friend and called her and apologized for which even she apologized saying that she also had done a mistake.I said it was ok and said bye and hanged the phone down.When i reached my home,i found my sister who got a news that i had topped in mid term exams from my friends who had already bought a cell-phone for me.Till that moment,i was so much into studies but the moment i got the mobile,my brain acted like one of monkey&#39;s.I called all my friends saying that i got a new cell phone as a gift and after calling all,i felt like even calling her(swathi) and giving my number to her.So after lot of thinking sent a text to her saying that &quot;hey,this is bharath here!!! this is my num&quot; for which i even got a reply back saying &quot;ok,stay in touch..i&#39;ll txt u ltr&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You won&#39;t believe it guys,we became so close that we were almost 18 hours together(6 hours in college,2 hours in tutorials and rest 7 to 8 hours on phone) and thanks to bsnl for that as it was 10ps/min for any one number for which i had selected her&#39;s as that number.But we were still good friends and nothing more than that.But there was a guy called abhi in our class who was behind this girl who even went further doubting about us and warned me that i shouldn&#39;t talk to her nor see her for which i opposed and said you have no right to say that for which he said i&#39;m her boyfriend.I couldn&#39;t control my laugh anymore because swathi used to crack jokes about him with me and we used to enjoy and i called swathi to come to college canteen and she said that he is not her boyfriend for which i started laughing loudly.He&amp;nbsp;interrupted to our laugh and asked me &quot; who are you to her?&quot;. I replied saying you don&#39;t have to know it for which he asked me &quot;Is she your gal&quot;? and started laughing&amp;nbsp;for which she answered &quot;Yes,he is my guy.do you have a problem?&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
The whole canteen suddenly became silent and all including me were shocked to hear that,hearing to that abhi and his guys went out of canteen.I was completely shocked to her reply to those guys,but suddenly swathi said sorry and she had to say like that to escape from those guys.Now i felt what she had done was better than saying no which would end up her in trouble.And we got seated in canteen and thought of going to ghajini movie which had just released then and even she ended up agreeing and we planned for the movie that weekend and watched it in pvr cinemas and had our lunch at mcd. By 6 in the evening,we were at our homes.But strange thing was i was feeling like talking to her,and again in the night we spoke for 4 hours or so and ended up sleeping phone still on.This situations became very much common as days passed by and on 31-12-2005 at night 12,she called me and said &quot;I thought you would tell&amp;nbsp;me.but you never did that.But i can&#39;t control&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;anymore Bharath.i love you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
i said love you too!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Days passed and we had finished our 1st pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1st pu exams got over on feb20.And we had got summer vacations which we din&#39;t want and joined to the same tutorials as this tutorial people had said that they would start 2nd p.u tution classes very early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then the 1st p.u results arrived,and we had ended up being in 5th and 7th positions in final exams as we had never touched the books because all we had in hand was a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We spent all time roaming and having fun with one another.As we used to speak in the night time,we used to speak very softly so that no one else hears it except her and that too in my room with room locked from inside.My parents who had got a doubt about me for my changing behavior actually observed me for 2 days that where do i go and with whom do i roam and all these stuff...and i was caught by my parents and my cell phone was taken from me and i was helpless.The next morning 12 p.m she was caught by her parents for this matter..&lt;br /&gt;
Well, actually she din&#39;t get caught by her parents as it happened in my case.She was caught by her parents by a bsnl sim.I had sent a message that &quot;i love you swthrt&quot; at night 1a.m.But due to some network problem,the message wasn&#39;t sent then.Instead it was sent the next morning at 12..real culprits were b.s.n.l..Her parents complained to Principal and my parents were called by principal.In principal&#39;s room,we were asked what actually happened between us and we both told the thing what actually happened.My parents as well as her parents ended up saying &quot;if u don&#39;t leave this love,we&#39;ll leave this world&quot; for which we both said we would leave anything on this earth,but not parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2days after this happened my dad&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;a call from her father saying that why is your son still sending messages and i actually told that i had sent it 4 days back.Not now!!! It&#39;s b.s.n.l problem......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Month later abhi and his friends ended up hitting me black and blue for which i called up my friends and took my friends to abhi and his friend&#39;s houses and cleared the account which they had given me when i was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I totally lost interest in studies,started&amp;nbsp;neglecting&amp;nbsp;studies&amp;nbsp;and wasted my precious time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But then saw her with one of my best friends getting close and witnessed him kissing her in a park.I&amp;nbsp;interrupted&amp;nbsp;their kiss and scolded both of them and came out crying.By then 2nd p.u exams had arrived.I finished it with 67% which was very less and then started working for my dream.Did my bbm in christ college.&lt;br /&gt;
Did my mba in wales university,u.k..I started my own company from which i have earned crores and investment for business was from a loan&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;parents din&#39;t even have a extra penny left over after fulfilling day-day needs.Today i am successful.My parents are happy.I even gotta hear that my friend who had cheated me died in a road accident a year ago which he deserved for cheating his friends.We (me and swathi) haven&#39;t spoken after that incident.Infact never met after that.Today she is working in a software company which pays her 25000rs per month whereas i earn a net profit of 25,00,000 per month.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To be very frank&lt;br /&gt;
But still somewhere my heart beats faster when i see her,speak about her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;By the time he actually finished his story,it was something around 4 in the morning.My friend was snoring as he was hearing it the third time And the names have been changed because he din&#39;t want to his name and his girl&#39;s name to be told...I typed this story thinking that my frenz would be interested in such story&#39;s and the one which is 100% true!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.In philosophical context, love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection whereas Friendship is a form of interpersonal relationship generally considered to be closer than association, although there is a range of degrees of intimacy in both friendships and associations.so it is sometimes hard to distinguish between a platonic friendship and love. It is especially hard when one party feels the friendship and the other feels love. Friends can certainly love each other. But it is when a more sensual love enters the friendship that things can be a bit more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It is imperative to understand that if you are in love with someone who considers you a friend, you cannot force him or her to feel the same way toward you. Love is not a forced emotion. People either love or they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friendship is the blessing of having people you can spend time with. People who share some interests with you, and whose company you enjoy. A friend is someone you can pick up the phone and call once a year to check in, say hello, and let them know you’re thinking about them. It doesn’t have to be a daily, weekly, or even monthly communication. But it’s someone you know will always welcome you into his or her life with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some say &quot;Love is friendship with a bonus&quot;. It is having that special friend that you want to spend every waking moment of your life with. It is not being able to imagine your life without that person. They are your best friend, your confidant, your soul mate. Love is being able to identify that one person you would want to grow old with, to spend the rest of your life with. You share the same interests, and support those that differ from your own. You wake up thinking about that person, and go to sleep dreaming about them.&lt;br /&gt;
Friendships may come and go. Love is forever.Here is a set of lines distinguishing one from other.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship is being close even when you are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is when you bring them the very best.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship occupies your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love occupies your soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship is a warm smile in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A tender laugh, which opens your heart,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A single touch that melts away your fears,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friendship can survive without love.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love cannot live without friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
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A simple drama between Love and Friendship! hope you will like it and get&#39;s your attention and pls, leave your comment about what do you really think! r you with the love gang or friendship gang. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love: All the people searches for me and they dream to fall in love, I really can&#39;t understand what is ur purpose in this life Laughing ( love is making fun about friendship)&lt;br /&gt;
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Friendship: I am the cure which all people needs me and I will stand by them! ( pretty confident)&lt;br /&gt;
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Love: Cure!! You must be kidding me, I&#39;m the cure, the happiness and all the feeling that every person needs!! how can you call yourself that you are the one which heals the people!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Friendship: I&#39;m the one who cleans up all the mess that you leave behind the two couples, I&#39;m the shoulder where one of the couple&#39;s cry, I&#39;m the one who give them the confident while they are in deep depression, and in most cases I live longer than you, love!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love: No comments!!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S: One of my close friend told me this in brief, but I made it a lil bit more dramatic, in hope to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, with whom are you, Love OR Friendship!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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