noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sat, 8 Aug 2026 12:34:58 +0530Blogger http://www.blogger.com140125http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/en-ushttp://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2017/09/how-to-get-microsoft-office-2016-full.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shyam Chanduri)Mon, 25 Sep 2017 20:25:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-8421148793013538010 Microsoft workplace can be costly: The standalone versions of the software, which are becoming more and more uncommon as Microsoft grows workplace 365, begin around $150 and grow from there.  It’s plenty to spend, however there may be some precise information. In case you’re no longer a corporate user and don’t want all of the state-of-the-art, you can store lots of cash cash on 6http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-red-traffic-light-by-manasi-ramani.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sun, 22 Jan 2017 23:45:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-2633097558326890090 This is a wonderful poem I came across while reading the posts of Manasi Ramani on KMitra, an e-magazine founded and run by the alumni and present students of Keshav Memorial Institute of Technology (KMIT), Hyderabad. In simple prosaic style, this poem portrays subtly the woeful condition of street children in India. Kudos to a heart-touching work of art. This will certainly tug at your 1http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/12/a-tomorrow-without-me.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sun, 25 Dec 2016 18:19:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-1110035979498538951 This poem is written in the POV of an orphan child who's a victim of bullying. --------- A tomorrow without me, The world would never stop its spree, From everyone, I want to flee, To a distant island and be free. Cutting my chains, I'll become a butterfly, I'll spread my wings and fly, Away from this land, which is awry. I need a magic door, A doorway that can take me away, I want to be all3http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/12/a-sonnet-for-suicide-committers.htmlLifeOur Worldpoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 9 Dec 2016 01:06:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-7568223188670209015 Hasn't your brain played on you Several times, some silly prank? Such as in an important exam Making you go completely blank... And you losing your cherished dream Of achieving the first rank... Then into the depths of the ocean Of depression you sank... With,to get saved by holding on to Not even a wooden plank! You watch, as what had to be yours Is0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-reflection-of-lost-soul.htmlpoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Thu, 24 Nov 2016 13:33:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-8390166559247430596 Her eyes so deep, Deep enough to lose yourself if you peep; Millions of stories they behold, Which always remain untold. Dressed in red, To impress in bed; Unsterlized needles made her dread, Underneath her body, she's dead. Shredded in clothes, Mending her sore wounds; Covered in make up, To mask her scars. There she lied, In the heartless man's lap; Her identity 4http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/11/microtales-which-touch-your-heart.htmlLifeOne-line storiesstoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Thu, 24 Nov 2016 12:48:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-1124954076747164540 Micro-tales tell an entire story in just a few words and sometimes, leaves the interpretation to the reader. Microfiction is one of the best ways to express the thought waves of the author in simple, yet a very powerful way. Here goes my humble attempt to pen a few. Hope you'll like them. Also, read 7- Microtales you can't Miss 1. She smiled. To him, thousands of poems 6http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/11/a-tribute-to-teachers.htmlLifeOur Worldpoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sat, 12 Nov 2016 20:07:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-4518245703401781076 A Tribute To Teachers... You're the ones Who script our fate Your lessons make  Our minds create. No matter the doubts Small or great You try your best, always Us, to your level, elevate. With equations and graphs,circuits and waves Our eager brains you intoxicate The ideas that spring out therefrom On no scale can we rate. O, the quality of thoughts That in our 4http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-simple-truth-of-life.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 7 Nov 2016 14:34:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-1211273154756135175 "Hate" has four letters, so does "Love". "Temple" has six letters, so does "Mosque" or  "Church" have. "Negative" has eight letters, so does "Positive". "Hurt" has four letters, so does "Heal". "Failure" has seven letters, so does "Success". "Anger" has five letters in it, so does "Peace". "Rich" has four letters, so does "Poor". "Cheat" has five letter, so does "0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-worlds-diamond.htmlLifeOur Worldpoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Tue, 1 Nov 2016 19:19:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-652533402376376404 A girl is a fragrant flower A girl is a distant dream She's the best ever lover In life's cake,she's the cream! Her razor-sharp mind works wonders And cuts like a laser beam A girl is one whom all adore and admire Because she's the best mate in any team! Only a girl can make a boy  Write love letters by the ream For without her beauty and love The world would 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-divided-heart-indo-pak-story-3.htmlLifestoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 10 Oct 2016 16:29:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-6509737241480489406  Read part 2 Part 2 ending: "No, don't go there. It's not safe. Gurman will be okay", baba tried to console me, utterly failing. He tried to drag me away from there. I resisted, I pushed him away and I ran, I ran fast to the street where Gurman lived. -------------------------------------------------------- Part 3                 &0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/10/9-terrifying-facts-about-deep-web.htmlConspiracy theoriesMysterynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sat, 8 Oct 2016 13:02:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-4423453501854464668                   By its very nature, the deep web constitutes about 99% of the internet. While there are hundreds of stories about the "Red rooms" on surface web, the deep web doesn't fail to terrify us with more darker shades. Not the entire deep web is creepy, but here is the list of a few (Stories are 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-divided-heart-part2.htmlLifestoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sun, 2 Oct 2016 20:58:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-7137144986486627038 Click here to read part 1 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 2:                I went along with baba to my distant cousin's marriage in Lahore. The only reason I went is that it was in Lahore. After the wedding, I strolled across the streets of Lahore. I adore Lahore0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-divided-heart.htmlLifeOur Worldstoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Tue, 27 Sep 2016 20:08:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-3168573429126615081                The death of my grandpa made me visit our village. I don't know much about grandpa, but I had a few good childhood memories with him.                 As I peeped out of the bus, the Sun bathed itself in the giant blue sky and spread its glory to the world from there. The fresh air, the lush-green 4http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-refugee-fiction-story-of-syrian.htmlLifeOur Worldstoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sat, 24 Sep 2016 23:19:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-1080248402822490368 Latakia, Syria :                 Baba decided to sell our house, property, jeep and everything we have. Amma sold all her marriage jewelries which worth five thousand dollars 20 years back at a very meagre price of 100 dollars. All  this was done to get money for leaving the country. Still, that didn't bring us enough money for everyone of us. All1http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/09/howtoinstall-idm-6.25full.htmlComputer Tricksnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sat, 24 Sep 2016 14:39:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-4439731867264804509 We all know that Internet Download Manager (IDM) is a great software to download videos at incredible speeds and also, safely. Unfortunately, IDM is available for free only for 30 days. After that, it needs to purchased (no use of re-installing it. That won't work). When you open it's home website, you'll see this.. Features of Internet Download Manager: ✓ Divides downloads into 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-clown.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sun, 18 Sep 2016 20:14:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-919883693140637017 He loved the smile, Which always stayed away a mile; All his mistake was being born, Like an ugly looking object of scorn. The world gave its curse - "Stay away from me", you averse, And he was left alone, Trapped between hatred and bemoan. But, Alas! He loves the smile, So, he decided to make the people smile; He masked his face to become a clown, And made their worries 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/08/my-archenemy-sleep.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Wed, 31 Aug 2016 14:31:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-1417865707847938125 Everyone must have felt excessive sleepiness at some point in their lives.Especially students-they are robbed of their precious time and struggle to cope with it.This poem tells about my own experiences with this unavoidable reason for failure. O Sleep,why do you trouble me During my most crucial times? As if I've committed A million crimes! Day after day,hour after hour 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-colors-of-life.htmlLifeOne-line storiesstoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Sat, 27 Aug 2016 10:55:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-1533868145474372525 Micro-tales tell an entire story in just a few words and sometimes, leaves the interpretation to the reader. Microfiction is one of the best ways to express the thought waves of the author in simple, yet a very powerful way. Here goes my humble attempt to pen a few. Hope you'll like them. ****** 1. “How does the child look?”, she asked her husband beaming. “Just like you2http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/08/you-are-special.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Thu, 25 Aug 2016 17:38:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-355188272824277861 The colors of life Are both bright and grave Fortunes swing back and forth Like the fortnightly tidal wave. O how many goodies We humans crave! Though some have lots They act like men in a cave! Throughout our lives  We work like a slave Study first, then work,work and more work All only to save, save and save! Some, without even the time to look In the mirror for a 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/08/war-where-all-regret.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 15 Aug 2016 13:01:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-4195708690238288502                                     Jimmy Cheshire is a British soldier, who fancies to join his country in the first world war, but he fails to. Later, he was sent to India, which was then a British colony. What are the 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/07/that-girl.htmlLifestoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 18 Jul 2016 22:20:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-4061563477038303187                                   A gentle nudge on my ribs made me awake. Though my eyes are open, I can't think of why; my mind is empty. It's as if the hypodermic is flowing beneath my skin, emptying the carotid. I woke up almost suddenly but slowly, my breathing rate steadied after seeing Aditi's smiling3http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/06/xbox-one-s-vs-xbox-one.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Farooq Sk)Mon, 13 Jun 2016 23:08:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-264129525288186375 The Xbox one S was announced on 13/6/2013 at E3-2016 by Microsoft during their showcase. The S standing for 'Slim' as the new Xbox one S is 40% smaller than the old Xbox one which was released on Nov 22 2013. Its said that it is even a bit smaller compared to the PS4 even though the official measurements are not available yet. So the observable changes are : 1.It supports Ultra HD 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-mansion.htmlLifestoriesnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 6 May 2016 16:44:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-5442454462511177339                                     As I woke up from a heavy slumber, I'm first aware of the coolness of the air and a loamy fragrance. A stream of gentle wind rattled the old bedroom window as the door creaked. Removing the blanket on me, I checked the digital clock which read the time as 3:18 0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/04/broken.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Tue, 26 Apr 2016 16:02:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-703240643564080045 The pain broke me, Into many pieces Like the cloud, Broken into falling rain I'm writing to you, With broken pieces of me. I mask my emotions, To chase the dreams my eyes contain I mask my sorrows, I mask my pain, I mask my tears, To lose myself. Masks, masks, masks, Too many masks I need, To drape the whirlpool of emotions flowing, But, I often drown, In my own deep emotions0http://beatificblogs.blogspot.com/2016/03/flames-of-fortune.htmlLifepoetrynoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 25 Mar 2016 00:32:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442675989784923413.post-6967556680475039683 Lost in a hole so deep and dark, Don't know if I could ever return, Like a kite with the broken string, I'm on my journey, Don't know where I'm leaded. As always, will you be my spark? Will you lead me through the dark? O' love, will you catch hold of the broken string? So, that I could never fling.... When we look at each other, our eyes smile,  Then, why should 2