tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19284197565053154502019-02-02T23:36:31.014+05:30tryst with lifeRa1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725049165929650709noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1928419756505315450.post-47662837339530942612019-02-02T23:36:00.001+05:302019-02-02T23:36:30.917+05:30

Strolling amidst a cloud of colours, Your hands stop in awe. Glowing happily you grab those threads, your feet bounce, your eyes scream, "Wow!". And you smiled... The day ends, the stars return. You part with a heavy heart. Although you chose another one, your eyes continued to dart. A thousand things your eyes can speak. A thousand ways they make me weak. I dreamt of you

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East welcomes the glory of the Sun. Morning she calls it, for me it's dawn. Starts the day, quietly and cutely mumbling, She goes about the place with childlike stumbling. The Sun is up, her window lights up hazily, Yawning between gentle sips, her beauty glows lazily. The chasmic, rolling eyes never sit silently, Searching for best in others, her eyes radiate innocently. Deep

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"The first step towards solving any problem is recognizing there is one." - Will McAvoy, The Newsroom. Like McAvoy, our dear ol' Mowgli always believed that acceptance is the first step towards improvement. In the hope of betterment, he had been accepting his shallow self, his hollow pride, his dishonesty, selfishness, indiscipline, and deceitfulness for too long a time now.  Though the

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A day would dawn,Replete with the voice.Rhapsody of rhythm, his heart says,Yes, a voice none other than hers,A voice, a melody to all but her,Lest, she listens to her heart. People may come, people may leave,Laugh, cry with her but never deceive.That wretched night and the day after,When her hurt shone through her eyes.While the world around them rang with laughter,He had stood, cursed and

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Every story, every tale, Every person seemed hearty and hail. Family and friends, he loved them all.The world, at times, seemed way too practical. Thinking from his heart, his head he used less,Driven by his gut, to others his brain seemed a cess. If only they knew, what it felt like... To have a head buzzing with thoughts, all day and night,a mind that binges on curiosity, in dark and in

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The gentle coughs, always two, Caress the softness of her neck.Gently nibbling at her finger,Concern mixes with love in her eyes. Dreaming like a baby,Her head dances to the right.Stubborn but sleepy,Pillow is her fright.The glare of her glasses,Hides her eyes' dreamy shade.She wears them to classes, She wears them to bed. Her hands crossed in her lap,Those fingers, always a treat to

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The sultry deep night, filled with mirth and mist, a mirror solely riding the light of a waning moon.One that shows the truth but not the belief...The river holds his love, memories break its banks. He knelt again, looking for her eyes.Her eyes which kept his gaze, forever transfixed, forever hopeful.Her eyes he found, she was hurt, he found... Traits she defines, words that live for her,

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My steadfast companion, charm of a quill :)

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It has been more than 10 months since I last wrote.  What can I say, life has thrown a lot of experiences at me. While I have caught some of them deftly, some others have hit me hard.  Personally, I am at peace. Most emotions seem sorted out, clarity of space both outside and within... However, living by myself for prolonged periods of time has rendered me slightly difficult to share living

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आदरणीय श्री नरेन्द्र मोदी जी, इस महान देश के साधारण नागरिक की ओर से आपको कोटि-कोटि प्रणाम! अपने परिचय में मैं बस इतना कहूँगा कि मैं एक मेकॅनिकल इंजिनियर हूँ और पिछले ४ वर्षों से ऑटोमोबाइल इंडस्ट्री में कार्यरत हूँ| इंजिनियरिंग की पढ़ाई मैने अबीट्स पिलानी के गोआ कॅंपस से संपूर्ण की और उसके ठीक बाद ही नौकरी में लग गया| मेरी उम्र २७ वर्ष है और मेरे परिवार में माँ, पिताजी, भैया एवं भाभी हैं|

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verb (used with object), controlled, controlling.1. to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command2. to hold in check; curb3. to test or verify (a scientific experiment) by a parallel experiment or other standard of comparison.4. to eliminate or prevent the flourishing or spread of For a while now, I have been tensed, frustrated, morose, depressed, confused, dazed, blank, blah

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They say change is the only constant in this world. How this statement never irked the grammar Nazis, I would never know. However, change, in itself, should be comprehensive. Past week, my life underwent another paradigm shift. Uprooted from the most peaceful city I have ever lived in, I shifted base temporarily to the concrete haven they now call Gurugram. Professionally, I am at a newer

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Starting with the latest, Mrs. Aamir Khan's "controversial" revelation about her insecurities and second thoughts of being a residential Indian, Mr. Aamir Khan's admission of the same at a public event and subsequent chaos…Even as a useless Indian, I feel overwhelmed and highly amused. My reasons are fourfold: 1. Freedom of speech is a fundamental right in our country. Nobody flinches

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So I am en route to Lucknow (again!) and courtesy of my procrastination and that of the Indian railways, I have an RAC (reservation against cancellation) ticket in a II-Tier birth of Bhopal Pratapgarh express. An uneventful but surprisingly cheap cab ride later (Ola Cabs \m/), I wait for a train that tried in-vain to be on time. I find my berth and prepare to settle in, ready to throw away my

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There are times when you reach a stage where the world doesn’t give much of a damn towards you, and you reciprocate. I have been living alone long enough by now to have a first-hand experience. Out of home since the age of 15, this is my ninth year of solo riding. Missed out on many homely activities and nuances, I also got to believe that nothing really matters in the bigger scheme of things.

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They say that it’s enough for one life to figure out who and why you are. For a long while now, my primary quest has been to identify my Self. Eventually, this might probably assist in getting a fulfilling life where I constantly learn something new. So, here goes:  :- a.       Prefer a deep personal space for my thoughts and feelings. Anyone intruding that space always got snubbed in

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Four years it will be since I wrote my first ever post on this very blog.. Life never ceases to surprise you though. Because for the first time in these four years has someone actually declared that they are waiting for my next post, explicitly ordering me to "write something good".. :-D Anyhow, I hope this one might be "good" enough. When I wrote 'Winged Dreams' (http://

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Some relations we bring with us...  Some others we forge... Some remain so distant, yet ever so close... It's not everyday that you find a mirror image of yourself in a person less crazy but just as paranoid. To say that she is a friend would be a gross under-statement... We could have been twins and the world wouldn't have noticed. The specs prove this point so well, it's uncanny! 

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Nostalgia is an addiction… … because I am slowly learning what real life is all about! … because now I have accepted that movies are too easy to be real! … because my friends are in different cities now and all of them are feeling just as lonely! … because Goan nostalgia will always be about unrestricted, unparalleled bliss! … because maybe I didn’t make the most of my college time!

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Loneliness has taken over the best part of my last 3 months now. It's one thing to spend time with yourself, another thing entirely to start delving inside one's mind for solace. Especially when the floor of the pit is not too appealing... I came to Bhopal in the 3rd week of April, as part of my field job and to learn the nuances of my future responsibilities (when the training period ends).

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It was our last day at the production plant. Being the perfect gentleman I am and for the common good of lesser mortals, my good friend (maybe the most sincere trainee of our batch) and I decide to re-visit the ghosts of Christmas past… For later, we were to embark upon the mysterious adventure that they call 'field-work', a mere epithet for being publicly humiliated for one's inefficiency,

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The best two days of my professional life, 22nd and 23rd of March, 2014. Two full days of running two and fro, in and around the Buddha International Circuit. Two days of watching tests,repairs, formations and laps. Two days of sweet agony around the Pit girls, truck racers, mean machines and burning tarmac... Of course, there was also some occasional work to attend to... Truck racing

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Here comes Valentine's Day... Again! For starters, this is how I looked when I woke up early this morning, booming with courage and spraying happiness everywhere :-D Anyways, after getting drenched to my skin waiting for the bus, my spirits dampened a little. Come lunchtime and I decide to at last ask out that pretty little co-worker, just so I needn't at least spend this day alone...

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‘Tis half past midnight... And though this night is no different from all the other nights in this heaven of dust, I feel a kind of chill that has got nothing to do with the weather. I reach my room, put on the lights and crash on my side by the window. Amidst the gentle snores of my roommate, the episode replays in my head many times over. The speeding train... the dull thud and sudden

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We love to talk!  Just give us a chance to blabber and we can floor any logical or illogical argument directed our way.No wonder then the telecom companies are lowering the call rates every other day... The only trouble is we only love to talk without any kind of follow-through. Follow up would require us to get off on our ill-maintained posteriors and actually expose our vulnerabilities for

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