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This phrase reiterates its presence through the pages of a Paulo Coelho work - The Zahir, which is one of my favorite books till date. It tells that there is a time for everything, and when the the right time arrives, one is powerless to stall the result it bring along. And until, that very time arrives , any amount of struggle amounts to nothing. While it whispers that patience is only aptly

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No, it is not the exact same day I landed in Bangalore last year. It is just roughly an year since I decided to leave the love-of-my-life-town - Hyderabad and move into a new city in search of greener pastures. (Bangalore definitely is greener. But is also damper and dirtier, so that sort of makes up for Hyderabad being a better place anyway). Also, one year down, this new place still feels new.

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It is not your fault if you think carrying messages is an easy task. Well, if the messenger is being shot, it is not so bad after all. He'd starve to death without that job, anyway. Besides, sometimes you are shot by your own colleagues for carrying too much information, to the next department. Haha! You really wouldn't understand till you are the one with the wrong haircut or just an

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Look to your left and look to the right, Look behind yourself if you really might, For, it is around you that it all begins And it all ends, in the dark of the night Around you is a plain boring scene It could as well be a glorious, colorful theme Open up and look around, What ever lies hidden, to see you're bound Close not your eyes, neither your ears Close not your head with lies

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It is here that I always wished I had a story to tell and a song to sing I wished I knew what it would be like To be there, in your place and see you in mine... I wished you could see the world like I did Understood how foolish you look to me Why and when I shouted and wept I wish you could see, you did hurt me I wish I could show you how I smiled secretly to myself now I am not you and will

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Work is where we spend 70% of our overall time, we might as well be happy- (My boss tells me this) Your happiness quotient directly affects your efficiency- you want to deliver good work Laugh a lot- Those who are not nice to you would know they don't matter enough and those who make an effort are glad There is something you learn at every point, you're growing into a better person- your

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That's exactly what lead to my thinking about how important we really are. When I say we, I do not mean you and I. I d rather refer to our entire population, similar and different is several ways- still only human- each single one of us and all of us. Last night, after gulping a tiny bottle of vodka, I got into this irresistable argument with PC. At several stages, all through the debate I

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Time management I think I am beginning to lose track of how many posts I have written in this series. Not that there have been several; just that the time gap between them has been ridiculous. Stalking "I'm being stalked. Someone always follows me home from office every evening. It is a new guy everytime, it is so organized. And sometime they even swap, so it it impossible to know!" I love

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I have been blogging for a while now and have also been an active, enthusiastic and faithful reader (and comment-er) of a few blogs. I love blogging and I therefore strongly feel about this world and would take liberty to write about some killer misunderstandings about blogs. I tried my best to understand how and why people blog (or don't) and these points are a direct result of that. As

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A lot of us do not really know what 'Kolaveri' actually means. (At least, I didn't till a month back. That was two months after listening to the song first time!) Clarifying this as point one. Kolaveri, in tamil means 'the rage to kill'. It essentially talks about a lot of anger and so much intolerance that one would want to go kill; like in the latest kid-stabbed-school-teacher case in Chennai.

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Disclaimer: Alert! Alert! This post definitely has nothing to do about religion or anything to around it. It is purely based around what the title says, considering I have had the privilege of eating at several temples in the past and the fortune to eat at a gurudwara langar last week. I am comparing food and ambiance of both the places as a food-freak, just as anyone would

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'Random Ramblings' one milligram fancier than 'Random Stuff'. So, I thought I d just change the name of my series of not-so-useful-for-everyone collection of everyday facts. ... This morning, I woke up tired. Thanks to the mini-hibernation era two months back, followed by a thank-able hyper-energy state during which I managed to buy myself this job, I am hardly able to sleep these days. It

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Everyone has a take on why businesses should start taking social media more seriously. I have mine too. Last evening at office, we had an extremely informative training session on Social Media and Digital Marketing. It was discussed why all businesses need now to buck up and get themselves a couple of online platforms to find and cater to clients. This is my take! You want to open a door. And,

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Life is sometimes strange! You get everything you have ever hoped to find, after months of struggle. You fight against the world, against your best friends and your own emotions relentlessly to achieve that one goal. It seems like a distant dream like a horizon that a bird tries to fly and reach. It feels like swimming an ocean that never ends. It feels like a pain in the nose when you have a

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It feels terrible to leave a city that you so love! Thanks to all the political chaos around, we hardly have good opportunities left in this city. Plus, other cities are really growing fast! It also feels terrible to be leaving mom alone here. The kind of a relationship that mom and I shared in the last five years was beautiful. We fought like cats but the whole of last one week, I wept at night

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Why traffic policemen need a little home exercise early mornings... I was driving past a rather not-busy cross road on a weekend. There were barely any vehicles and it wasn't too suprising that the cop had switched off the signals. He stood there in the middle of the road on the exact latitude and longitude of attraction of the sparsely populated place and signalled the traffic on his right to

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Moving on... It is extremely difficult to live in a new place. However friendly and supportive it might be! You would know that only when you finally move on. It is however good to know to move on. Life has to be taken and lived in stages. Every stage has its own importance and its own set of lessons to teach. Being stuck at one stage, for whatever reasons, would devoid you of a lot of possible

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Silk Smitha was a bomb. She was the face of bold sexuality down south a couple of decades ago. I wouldn't call her particularly pretty but she had an air of beauty and arrogance which had made her something one couldn't ignore. As a kid, I remember having watched a couple of movies in which Silk Smitha played the vamp. She had eyes which could be looked at as 'evil' just as well as they

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My Birthday this year was by far the best birthday I have ever had till now. Everything was absolutely perfect- from the food I ate to the people I met this week.  I was reading about why Ram Gopal Varma wont celebrate his birthday with any extra pomp. He quoted of one of his teachers, who apparently insulted a friend of his, who took him a box of sweets on his birthday saying," What have

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Was reading from Rashmi Bansal's extremely popular blog Youth Curry. (For those of you who do not know Rashmi Bansal, you may quickly understand that she is a young, for-the-young writer. She edits a well-known youth magazine called JAM -Just Another Magazine'. You may wiki her for a complete bio.) It is surprising sometimes how what she writes is mistaken; more often than not, terribly mistaken

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They say love is a monopoly of the human race; that possibly, only humans experience the sort of intense emotions that are very different from attraction and distinctly so. I do not agree. You should see my cat waiting for me. Mind you, dogs do wait for their masters too, but it is a little strange for a cat to wait. She also gets extremely possessive about me, again unlike a cat. She sleeps

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Was watching myself transform through some old photographs. I think I have become darker. I am sure I put on weight in the last few months. It is a good thing to compare yourself to a past-version of yourself. Of course, with age, some changes are inevitable, but I don't think I have aged so much that I should ignore the changes in what I look! I found a picture of me, when I was two years

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Tears rolled down and hands trembled Needless to say that the heart did weep I knew not where I was, nor would I care When I knew, I saw it was my Forty Minute Ride One last glance at the closing window One last smile, to do with for a while now One good bye, with a heavy sigh I remember, and cry on my Forty Minute Ride It wouldn't be like this forever It cannot stand the might of

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