tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17147075008891361872024-03-13T13:27:04.947-07:00Now daz what i feelIn my day to day life , I come across many things big and small which leaves a mark in my life .This is the space where I share them with you .Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-76182025566885865402015-04-13T12:25:00.002-07:002015-04-13T12:26:30.572-07:00My love will stay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I might not end up being your girl<br />
I might not be a part of your life<br />
I might not be able to get your love<br />
No matter how hard i strive<br />
But you will be mine in some other life<br />
And ill wait for that fateful day<br />
Until then till the end of time<br />
I promise my love will stay<br />
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My love will be there when you'r sad</div>
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It will be there when you'r pissed</div>
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It will guide you when you lose direction</div>
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Show you a way back to bliss</div>
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It does not matter how you feel</div>
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How your feelings fluctuate everyday</div>
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Everything might change , i might too</div>
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But i promise my love will stay... </div>
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I'll go if you ask me to</div>
Or if i don't want to cause you pain<br />
But it feels like i've loved you for a thousand years<br />
And i couldn't learn to stop since then<br />
There should be a place where its not so hard<br />
For you to be with me<br />
Is it where the sun melts in the horizon ?<br />
Where the starts shine down into the sea?<br />
Cuz that is the place where ill be yours<br />
In your arms , ill remain night and day<br />
Until i find that place and make you mine<br />
I promise my love will stay....<br />
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Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-7011627008425041332015-02-07T11:17:00.001-08:002015-02-10T08:01:49.939-08:00The wait <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What am i waiting for?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For you to love me completely,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or for me to stop loving you at all?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For you to stop calling me ,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or for me to stop waiting for your call?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For you to call me your one and only</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And make me yours for the rest of your life ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or for me to stop glowing, when i picture myself as your wife?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For you to be there to protect me, when i feel unsafe and down,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or stop feeling strong , as i feel your presence around ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For you to not tell me ,that you tried not talking to me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And how you feel for me ,you doubt,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or to not hurt within, when you say these ,and pout?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For all i know, i cant stop ;A long way i have come</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In you I find love and hope, and i know that i sound dumb</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But i cant stop thinking of you, you are always on my mind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Besides strong love, my lost strength and happiness in you i find</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I really hope you feel the same for me, as i feel for you someday</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cuz if you open your heart to me </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll never give up on you , come what may .....</span><br />
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Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-55604029941950271412015-02-02T09:02:00.000-08:002015-02-02T09:02:31.529-08:00A girl I once knew<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today I want to write about this
girl I knew<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not from a very long time ago <o:p></o:p></div>
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She was naive, gentle and a
little gullible<o:p></o:p></div>
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With eyes as simple as a doe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She always wore her charming
smile<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her twinkling eyes were a thing <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her nonstop chatter was like
music<o:p></o:p></div>
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I must say she had a zing!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Everywhere she went, she spread
love<o:p></o:p></div>
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People loved having her around<o:p></o:p></div>
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She embraced all, small and big<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her love knew no bounds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She loved to love and be loved
back <o:p></o:p></div>
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And from a very tender age<o:p></o:p></div>
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She had dreams as big as Jack's
beanstalk <o:p></o:p></div>
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That one day she'll reach a
stage,<o:p></o:p></div>
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When she too will have someone
special,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Who will love her beyond reasons<o:p></o:p></div>
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Who would mean more than the
world to her,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Whose love wouldn’t change like
seasons.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dreaming with her rosy glasses on<o:p></o:p></div>
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One day she became a teen <o:p></o:p></div>
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Guys queued up behind her like
her tail <o:p></o:p></div>
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But she couldn't find the special
'him'<o:p></o:p></div>
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But then one day, there was
Magic! <o:p></o:p></div>
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And she found her first love in a
friend<o:p></o:p></div>
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With him she had her first kiss
and dance<o:p></o:p></div>
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She was so happy; you should have
seen her then.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her gait was always Skippy, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her joy was beyond measure<o:p></o:p></div>
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In him she'd found the fortune of
life<o:p></o:p></div>
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That she cherished and would
always treasure<o:p></o:p></div>
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But little she knew about the
cruel world<o:p></o:p></div>
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And the cruel strategies it
schemed<o:p></o:p></div>
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It skinned her daily bit by bit<o:p></o:p></div>
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Peeled her charm while she
screamed-<o:p></o:p></div>
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Screamed her lungs out for
someone to hear<o:p></o:p></div>
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To pull her outta that pit<o:p></o:p></div>
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Into which her 'precious loves'
had pushed her<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where she was only dead meat<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then somehow she climbed out<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wounded, bruised and scarred<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her glow was lost, her charm was
taken<o:p></o:p></div>
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But she still had the strength to
start<o:p></o:p></div>
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That doe eyed girl went missing
since<o:p></o:p></div>
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But she managed to turn around <o:p></o:p></div>
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Although she never smiled the way
she did <o:p></o:p></div>
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And her eyes were now just a pale
dull brown.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-87106343873787230172015-01-26T08:39:00.001-08:002015-01-26T08:39:10.212-08:00For you dork<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I wanted to write something on you </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">and kept thinking what would be fit</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">should i write about the way I care,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">or the story of how we finally meet.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And then I thought I'll just pour out</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">All that's there in my heart </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Of how a virtual friend became so special</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I guess i need to begin from the start </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I saw you for the first time in Vegas</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And zoop ! I was drawn towards you </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What was the connection between you and I ? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I'm still trying to find the clue.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You saw what no one else could see in me </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You made me feel so good</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You gave me a feeling , you wouldn't let me fall </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although you deprived me of food </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Grand Canyon would never look the same again </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The way it did that day </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I wish i hadn't blown my chances</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And listened to what my heart had to say</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You light up the darkness within me </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I feel so happy around you </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My eyes start twinkling, my smile gets bigger</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I guess i do the same for you </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I don't know what the future holds,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I don't wanna manipulate it too </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But even if we are not together </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I shall always be there for you -</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I'll be there for you as your 'Idiot' </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Through all thickness and thins</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My strongest desire is to keep you happy </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It doesn't matter if I lose or win .</span></div>
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Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-87373974195322087112015-01-09T15:12:00.005-08:002015-01-09T15:12:27.391-08:00Mother's Day !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Starting as a single cell</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Growing inside her each day</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Breathing her air ,eating her food</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Into this world , i made my way</span></div>
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The hormones made her look pathetic</div>
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She started losing hair</div>
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She could no longer fit into her skinny clothes</div>
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But she didn't seem to care</div>
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She nurtured me inside her</div>
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Like a pea within a pod</div>
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And then she brought me out here</div>
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Fighting against all odds</div>
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So how can a single day justify</div>
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All that she's done for me</div>
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I treat every day as Mother's Day</div>
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Cuz without her , i wouldn't be ....</div>
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Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-64557901170224329102015-01-07T22:19:00.001-08:002015-01-07T22:19:09.477-08:00Broken Promises<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Broken Promises<br />
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Didn't you make a promise to me<br />
About not opening your heart again<br />
About not letting anyone into your life<br />
About not enduring any more pain<br />
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Didn't you make a promise to me<br />
That you'll change into a stronger self<br />
You'll bury that emotional mush that you were<br />
Under innumerable layers that none could delve<br />
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Didn't you make a promise to me<br />
To have your guards up all the time<br />
To check your heart each time it skipped a beat<br />
To lock it up from committing that crime<br />
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Yet there you are after all these years<br />
Standing at the same crossroad,your bleeding heart in your hand<br />
Why do you not learn from your mistakes<br />
Is something that I simply dont understand !<br />
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You make a fool of yourself each time<br />
Trying to achieve something that's simply not meant to be<br />
Please keep one last request of mine<br />
Give it a break and stop doing this to me !!!!!</div>
Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-42766763727216116172012-08-31T06:05:00.001-07:002012-08-31T22:14:14.858-07:00THE JOURNEY CALLED LIFE <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When my heart gets heavy, with pain and grief,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I smile through my tears and say - "I Forgive".</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The load is lifted,and I feel light</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I realise it's morning after the long night.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Born on each morning , I shed my past,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And plan the calendar of my life so vast</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes! I haven been deceived more than often,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But I choose to ingnore to dwell on them.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With the backpack of experience , with room for more,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I resume my journey to learn what's more in store ...</span></div>
Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-28609303134982559572012-07-18T01:07:00.001-07:002012-07-18T01:59:58.283-07:00MEMORIES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;">I don’t know what to do with them. How do I dispose them off
? No matter how hard I try, they always come and knock at my door when I least
expect them. So after lots of struggle with the immensely strong creatures
inhabiting in the fissures of my brain, I have decided to let them be. The
harder I try to scoop them out, the stickier they get. Methinks they are just a
part of me which I can never do away with.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Oh ! I am talking about memories. Memories of loved ones lost
forever, broken heart, damaged trust,tarnished relations and umpteen number of things. Strange things
they are – Memories ! They seem to have lives of their own, brains of their own
and they are mean creatures. I have noticed this, whenever I am sad and feel
low, the meanest of them all, come and torments me the most. They bring all the
horrible experiences in front of you like you are watching some horror movie.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">A few days back I went for shopping with a friend. Huge stock
clearance sales going on everywhere. With a bunch of outfits stuffed inside my
cart, I was waiting outside the trial room behind a spiral of 10 odd people.
Westside “Seasons in the sun” was playing in the UCB showroom. I was instantly
transported back to 2002.I used to be in the 11<sup>th</sup> standard. I had
participated in a school feast and had sung this very song.I was time travelling. I could feel the
tension I had felt before going on stage, could hear Jayjit(the drummer) checking
his drums, Abhilash (the guy who managed to play decent guitar) tuning his
machine. The memory was so very alive. Not even for a second, did I feel that
it was a time gone-by. It was as fresh as it was then. The announcement of my
name, the cheer from my school, the soulful experience while I performed, the
boos from competitors to spoil the performance and last but not the least the 2<sup>nd</sup>
prize for the day ! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Somehow it made my heart so heavy, that I did not feel like
waiting any more. I moved out of the store. I was missing those days. The
golden days of almost everybody’s life. Strange
how I had a memory attack.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Another stimulant which stirs these horrible creatures
inside my brain – Odour.Funny how I can relate fragrances and stench to people
,places and experiences. On my way to work, while I was literally fighting with
people to secure a seat in the auto, suddenly a mild whiff of smell touched my
nostrils. And all the way, I kept thinking of that girl who used to be my best
friend ages back.In a perfume showroom,a cologne reminded me of the first time I hugged my boyfriend when he smelled
so strongly of cologne. I even cried a bit when on my birthday, midst all fun and
frolic, a tangy smell of pina colada reminded
me of the last time I had went out with my X before we broke up. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Fruitcakes and plum cakes always bring back memories of childhood Christmases
when I used to try with all my might to stay up at night. I so wanted to meet Santa who
used to fill the plastic pouch I used to hang on my doorknob on every Christmas
morning. But inevitably I used to doze off. Now I get a feeling, that my folks
used to tranquilize me back then, as they never wanted me to stop believing in
Santa. It is said that - </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">“ A child grows up
the moment he/she stops believing in Santa”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">A typical stench bring back memories of the fight I got into, with my school bus conductor while our bus got stranded in a mush by a garbage
pit. A closed Tiffin box with a boiled egg, creates a hole in the place where
my heart used to be, and that hole gradually gets filled with insecurity. Funny,
isn’t it ? No it’s not. It reminds me of the first day in school when I was so
scared to be alone, mom-less, surrounded by bunch of cry babies who had boiled
eggs for lunch. The entire classroom smelled of boiled eggs, bananas and cakes
packed in a Tiffin box for some time. I felt threatened and insecure then, I
feel threatened and insecure even now. So I avoid boiled egg in a Tiffin box !</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">There are many such memories which are triggered by small, silly things. I can almost write a trilogy on them.I have never been able to wipe out these innumerable
memories which has sought refuge in my brain permanently. So now we happily and
sadly co-exist … </span></div>
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</div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-86140071344954945442012-06-25T01:01:00.003-07:002012-06-25T01:06:36.284-07:00HAPPY !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">It’s been quite some time since I have blogged.
AS asked me yesterday why did I stop writing? Mom also gave me a piece of her
mind for having stopped writing, as she too knew that this is the only outlet
through which I exhaust out my feelings. So too long a pause, and she knows
that soon I’ll be needing a pollution check :)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">To be honest, after my break up with my bf , I
thought that life had come to a halt. I had lost all happiness, had nothing
exactly to write about. I was kind of being driven by an invisible force by
which I was mechanically living each day. Getting up in the morning , answering
nature’s call ,brushing my teeth , feeding the innumerable cats I own (kitten
to adult, so preparing different version of food for all of them), getting
ready for office , going to office , work and boredom at office and then
journey back home. So among all these activities, I barely found any interesting
thing to write about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But yesterday, AS shared a link to her friend’s
blog. And it kind of shook me off my state of coma. There she was blogging about so many things
starting from her love for animated movies, to the way she looks at the world ,
the slum children she meets every day on her way to work , so on so forth. It
was a revelation of sorts. Wow! I mean there are so many things happening
around me which can actually be a topic for me to write about. But there I was
in a self created, messy state of mind, where I just refused to check things out.
All I could think of was my pains, my losses, my problems, my tears ... F***K !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I had actually cheated myself from the
innumerable small, teeny weenie things which makes a person happy. I wish I
could hug AS now for arousing this desire in me to write once more , and now I
feel like am in a rush, like I want to write for ever, about stupid things, happy
things, things which hardly make any sense to other people. Who cares if anyone
likes my blog or not ? I am writing because I love to. It’s the same feeling as
that of a dancer who could dance her heart out after may be years of paralysis.
It’s a great feeling!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Now when I look back the past six months, I can
actually find so many things which made me happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">I
went for shopping and bought myself lovely dresses, shoes and bags ...</span></li>
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Went
on a weekend trip to Maithon with AS , had a great time there, got sloshed at
night and got tanned in the heat.</span></li>
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Reconnected
with a lost friend I had a tiff with. He was a great cheerer when all I could
think was sulk.</span></li>
<li><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; font-family: Symbol; text-indent: -0.25in;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Had
great time with SD and her hubby SR. Going for movies and restaurant hopping.</span></li>
<li><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; font-family: Symbol; text-indent: -0.25in;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Started
taking guitar lessons, a childhood dream ... And now I can play Jingle Bells :)</span></li>
<li><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; font-family: Symbol; text-indent: -0.25in;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Watched
some great movies....</span></li>
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Saved
3 more kittens and all of them are doing great !</span></li>
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Getting
appraised at office :) which means heavier pockets.</span></li>
<li><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; font-family: Symbol; text-indent: -0.25in;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">My
best friend Chandni had come down from US. So had a supperb time with her.</span></li>
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</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; text-indent: -0.25in;">Oh
! and I had almost forgotten, bought a new car :)</span></li>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Well, there are probably more of them, but
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, I found happiness in so many things :) And only one thing made me sad... My
bad relation .So while I could write the same thing over and over again about
the stale thing, I actually chose to blabber about the silly little things
which actually made me happy....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-20088095847343410922012-01-09T03:58:00.001-08:002012-01-09T04:00:08.659-08:00A LETTER TO LIFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Life you amaze me each time</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life you astound me often</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You have taught me to learn and live</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You have given me numerous pain </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life, I knew you were beautiful</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Heard you were full of perks</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But when I looked closely enough</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I found you to be a big time ‘Jerk’</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life, I don’t blame you totally</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Luck and you go hand in hand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But why each time you royally screw me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the only thing I don’t understand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life you are amazing to many </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You bring smiles on faces</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But with me you’ve been quite fickle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And for that I’ll give you no praises</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life, you exercise full control over me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You steer me left and right</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You give me the illusion of a jolly good day </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When in real, it’s a jet black night</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">You’ve played games with me, brought love with you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This time you got me once more</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But next time be a little more careful</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Coz, it’s you who’ve changed me from before</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Next time you try something funny</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you have my word</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I’ll finish your very existence there</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So stop being a ‘Nerd’ !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-33391217525929497532011-05-14T06:17:00.000-07:002015-01-09T15:08:54.385-08:00A GIRL'S CRY ...dedicated to all those women who have been ditched in life by the person she thought ,loved her the most<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When u told me that you loved me no more<br />
My senses went numb,blood gushed to my head<br />
Thoughts jumbled in my mind like noodles in a bowl<br />
I couldn't think straight ;and I wish I was dead <br />
I could feel nothing solid under my feet<br />
Darkness shrouded my vision ,<br />
My eyes were dry,coz they had cried their bit<br />
I felt belrayed by all , my body was my prison .<br />
My heart wouldnt beat the way it did<br />
My lips wouldn't curve into a smile<br />
My face wouldn't glow, my cheeks wouldn't blush<br />
And i thought, they were my own all this while.<br />
I welcomed each day with a grieving heart,<br />
Devicing plans of winning you back<br />
Just not able to make a new start ,<br />
I lived in my past losing time's track.<br />
I walked like a corpse,looked like one too -<br />
Oblivious to the gossips and stares ,<br />
Avoided friends for fear of being questioned -<br />
The answer to which I myself couldn't yet bear...<br />
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Everything around me turned a strange grey<br />
I found beauty in nothhing, found love in none.<br />
Couples made me jealous, happiness made me sad<br />
Friends and family thought I was probably going mad.<br />
They tried to cheer me in every possible way<br />
By keeping your memories far at bay ,<br />
But i wouldnt't revive , I wouldnt budge<br />
The hole in my heart was now getting filled with grudge,<br />
But this wasn't me I knew it very well ,<br />
This feeling was alien too , and I hated it like hell ,<br />
It followed me like my shadow ,crept into my dreams at night <br />
It wouldn't let me be , no matter how much I fight<br />
I wanted you to come and see ,<br />
What in the world you had done to me <br />
But you were happy in your own Merryland ,<br />
But there's one thing, I wanted you to understand<br />
That this is a phase , and it shall pass too <br />
And I shall rise again<br />
But I want to thank you from the core of my heart ,<br />
for inflicting so much pain -<br />
Coz, It made me stronger and embossed in my mind <br />
"Do whatever you do but , never love a man again !"<br />
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Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-91739730094485275812010-07-19T10:52:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:55:51.150-07:00FINAL DESTINATION<div style="text-align: justify;">When I had watched the movie , Final Destination , I booed it and asked all my friends not to waste money and their time on that C-grade movie. It was crappy with this weird concept of death being planned for everyone beforehand, and if it's destined, nothing can save you.And if you are not meant to die, you will just keep on living.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But yesterday , an event in my life, made me think twice on the concept on which the movie was made. Yesterday, my aunt and I was supposed to visit a relative, who lives in the suburbs. The place is pretty far from the city and almost 2 hours drive on the highway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My dad didn't want to go from the very beginning. Just as we were about to leave, dad decided to go , as he was not sure if we could find the house. My aunt had hired a driver. While going , he drove pretty fast, and we reached earlier than usual .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After spending the noon there, we started for home. After a nice , sumptuous lunch , me and my aunt were deep asleep at the rear seat of the car. Dad sat in front, and asked the driver to drive slowly as we were in no hurry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was almost dreaming, with the cool breeze washing away all my stress out of my mind.Suddenly, I heard dad shout at the top of his voice, there was a screeching noise of the wheels and the car sped its way towards the left lane. I instantly thought that , it must have hit someone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My dad was trembling and there was beads of sweat on his forehead.Could not figure out anything of what happened. Then after pulling over the car, my dad said that the driver had dozed off to sleep while he was driving . He was about to hit the divider at full speed. My dad sensed it beforehand and turned the steering wheel towards left . The tires were damaged , and the balance of the car was almost lost. The entire way , the car had to be driven at a speed of 40km/hr.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was thinking then , if dad wouldn't have come, things would still have been the same. Aunt and me would have had slept away to glory , the driver would have dozed off on the wheels and eventually would have put us to sleep for eternity.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What do you call this ? Telepathy, Sixth sense or simply Destiny ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am still having goosebumps while I'm penning this down.Escaped death by a fraction of a nano-second may be .Wouldn't have been able to share this , had dad not decided to join us for the trip.</div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-16542476278886448072010-07-16T06:57:00.000-07:002010-07-16T06:57:21.753-07:00JUST ANOTHER DAYI am really really really sad ; Sad with a capital S.<br />
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Today was my guy's birthday. He's miles away from me , sitting in Melbourne , cooking himself a Birthday Special Dinner . And here I am slogging the entire day , taking KT from my senior, attending client meetings and cribbing in the hearts of heart for not being able to spend some time with him(virtually on Skype).<br />
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Yesterday , i rushed back from office by 7.30 pm , so that I could at least wish him BANG on midnight .. (my 7:30 PM is his 12.:00 AM) .. That's the least I could do on his birth day . he has sent me a camera (Canon) from Australia, through a colleague. But I couldn't send him anything for his birthday....<br />
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He didn't want me to burden that guy with gifts .Strange ! He could do it , himself..<br />
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So all in all , I am frustrated, angry and sad .... All of a sudden I'm having this feeling that I am being deprived of all the good and happy things in life. I dont have a boyfriend to hang around with (I mean he's not physically present). All my friends are getting married , going on their honeymoons and posting flashy , romantic pics on FB and Orkut .I don't see my wedding in the near future , which means no honeymoons obviously ....<br />
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And here I am sitting at office on a friday evening at 7.30 PM ,blogging all my frustrations and bitterness for many more losers like me to go through ...<br />
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So if any of you guys think that there's something that you can do do make me smile, please post nice , good comments ...<br />
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NO CRITICISM PLEASE........Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-63080165145148804872010-07-05T09:04:00.000-07:002010-07-05T09:09:25.965-07:00PAGES FROM MY DIARYNo more romantic poems this time ... Just a page from my diary.<br />
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I had been to Mondarmoni this weekend. It was quite a refreshing trip . After 2 hectic months , it was like a supply of oxygen to my otherwise de-oxidised self.<br />
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Initially I was not in a mood to go for this trip because of many reasons .Firstly i knew no one from the group other than a friend of mine , who actually insisted me to go.Secondly , this month I was sort of having a financial crunch. And thirdly , I would miss my guy big time as this was the place we had come together, a year back.So , adding up all the reasons , I was really really not ready to go.<br />
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But this friend of mine is getting married this year , and she had never been on such a trip ever. She wanted me to come along , as her family would allow her to go , only on this condition .<br />
After listening to her helpless pleadings , I couldn't actually refuse her. That's 'ME' - silly , emotional and 'stupid'.<br />
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Had any one (even the friend of mine)been in my position , he/she would have definitely backed out.<br />
So , on Saturday morning , packed my bag , and left for this one night trip to the sea with 10 odd people.<br />
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Now lets come to the main attraction - 'Our Journey'<br />
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We had booked an AC bus for the trip, which was supposed to depart at 7.30 Am sharp.So as decided , we reached the terminus long before 7.30. But there was no sign of the bus.We kept running here and there , looking out for the right bus , till it started pouring like hell. The sky was pitch black and it just rained and rained. We took shelter at a tea shop, and our only protection from the rain was a platic sheet covering tthe shop. 11 of us crammed into that small place and then a man arrived with a huge goat. It had a chain aroung its neck and it was the size of a German Shepherd ...(not exxagerating a bit).<br />
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Anyway , our bus arrived after 8.30 .. and we had to actually step into the ultimate dirty water logging , in order to board it. I was regretting my decision all through , trust me. I was cursing myself , for having shown mercy on my friend.And then , finally, having got our seats, we all relaxed. Drenched, hungry,frustrated, angry,alienated from 10 others, I was missing home big time.But , I convinced myself that things won't be that bad.<br />
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No sooner had the bus started, than it broke down. We had not even crossed 2nd Hooghly Bridge, and we were stranded . The AC was turned off .. And there was a mixed odour of sweat, soaked socks,cakes,perfume,petrol inside the vessel. After enquring into the matter , got to know , that the silencer of the bus had given way. The driver and his helper fixed it in some time and then the whole way the bus went making a terrible noise , attracting abusive people all the way.<br />
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Finally , we reached Mondarmoni , and as expected we were late. The high tide was on the rise and the car carrying us from the terminus to the hotel had to wait for the water to subside. All of us got down from the car.. the sea was calling us . We girls , soaked our feet into the water. Had just started liking the trip , when everybody shouted from behind.<br />
I looked back , and there were my slippers being carried away by the waves ...." Oh Fish ! What was wrong ?", i thought.<br />
But the waves again brought back my slippers, one of them torn from the sides.<br />
Exactly what I wanted !<br />
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The rest of the day was ok. Had a huge lunch.. Almost filled myself up till my lungs with food.... I was super hungry.The room was pretty good. Had a sea view and a pretty strong AC. That made me happy.Then at night , we started watching the World Cup - ARGENTINA VS GERMANY... I was supporting the former ..<br />
And by now you must have understoond what followed.<br />
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Went to bed almost immediately after the 4th goal by Germany.Next day woke up pretty late . Breakfast was free and as usual I hogged . Food acted like my mood enhancer . And then started our journey homewards.<br />
Had to have our lunch at a completely third-class resturant. But , no complaints... We were in a hurry to catch our bus.<br />
The bus was AC and our seats were all scattered and uncomfortable.All the seats inclined back except mine...<br />
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"Perfect!", I thought again ...Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-34367008609418214522010-06-18T00:22:00.000-07:002010-06-18T09:28:52.960-07:00IF ONLY<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.more4kids.info/uploads/Image/little-girl-feeling-sad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.more4kids.info/uploads/Image/little-girl-feeling-sad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
If only you were here, my love</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">If only you were here -<br />
I would fight through all the battles</div><div style="text-align: center;">And would embrace death without fear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only the world had known, my love</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only the world had known -</div><div style="text-align: center;">That tender fruits have grown out of -</div><div style="text-align: center;">The seeds of love we had sown.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only you'd hold me tight, my love</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only you'd hold me tight -</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would never let you go anywhere</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would capture you in my sight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only we were together, my love</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only we were together -</div><div style="text-align: center;">This heaviness pressing upon my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would seem lighter than a feather.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only I could die, my love</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only I could die -</div><div style="text-align: center;">None could snatch you away from me</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would never have to say 'Good Bye'.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-70864699842689659172010-06-14T10:07:00.001-07:002010-06-17T00:14:31.615-07:00VOICE OF A PISSED OFF MIND<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">I woke up today with a heavy heart,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">Something was wrong within –</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">It ached to breathe, it ached to move</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">And I simply didn’t feel like living</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">The weather outside is too romantic,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">And I’m on my way to office.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">The pain inside is getting stronger</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">I guess it’s you whom I’m missing.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">3 long months it has been,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">3 long months, since you’ve been gone;</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">3 long months, since I’ve held you close</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">3 long months, since I’ve had some fun.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">You are enjoying a Bar-B-Q there,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">With all the wine and chicken;</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">It’s me, who’s thinking of you every minute,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">Having bouts of depression quite often.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">I want to stay where you are</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">Enough of this long distance crap</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">I’m sad and sobbing and whining and cribbing,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">Cuz I’m pissed off with this geographical gap.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">Do you even think of me once?</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">While you’re having fun?</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">You’ll marry me next year; There’s nothing I wanna hear;</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;">It’s an order! All said and done …</span></div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-72117256319490147782010-06-12T22:14:00.000-07:002010-06-17T00:15:13.438-07:00AND THEIR WEAPON WAS LOVE .....<div style="text-align: justify;">This blog of mine, I dedicate to one of my best friends, ROHIT and his wife SONALI , for their victory over hatred,cast ,creed ,colour , religion and all the other things made by human which overshadow the only blessing of God - Love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The story started a couple of years back when my friend Rohit , after graduating with a B-Tech degree, still had some time left for joining the IT company. Out of boredom, he joined a BPO. He was pretty distressed and upset then , as he had recently come out of a long relation which didn't work out. There at the BPO, he met this shy, sobre, pretty much a foil to him, north Kolkata girl - Sonali .They became friends , and like every other destined love stories, they too fell in love. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rohit was happy. He called me up to tell me that he loved her, which I already knew. Both of them were very happy. But, one fine day , Sonali came to know(may be Rohit told her , i don't remember) that Rohit was a Christian and hell broke lose. Rohit had no intentions of hiding his religion , but he didn't feel that it was such a big thing anyway, to mention .. I mean nobody introduces oneself like " Hi , I am Rohit and I'm a christian".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Both of them were thinking of marriage , but Sonali knew that her family would have problems with the religion issue. And she was right. The two families grew violent. Sonali was asked not to keep in touch with Rohit . Sonli's family thought of getting her married somewhere else. But they kept loving each other. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally , one day Sonali's parents gave in to her determination and spoke to Rohit's family about their marriage. Everything was fine , but neither of the families wanted to compromise on their religious rituals. The bride's family wanted a proper Hindu wedding , but the groom's family opposed to that. They didn't want their son to chant Hindu mantras. There was a huge chaos over all this. Tears, rage , grief became a constant in the relation. Sonali came over to my place and cried out to me. Rohit was angry too, but he couldn't go against his church. It was a mess.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But amidst all this mess, one thing survived like a silent prayer on their lips. It was their Love . It was the blessing of God that survived in their hearts , although their families fought about their GODS. True love is said to have healing powers, and it did heal the warped minds of the two families. Sometimes silence is louder than a chorus. And Rohit and Sonali's silence shouted out their love for each other.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last week , they tied the knot. It was nothing less than a bollywood movie. But I am genuinely happy for both of them. All I can say is - GOD BLESS THEM.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMeXvMCqmNg/TBRpCSE1toI/AAAAAAAAAks/1e56F74EJV0/s1600/30178_10150200863940542_827090541_12890882_609381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMeXvMCqmNg/TBRpCSE1toI/AAAAAAAAAks/1e56F74EJV0/s400/30178_10150200863940542_827090541_12890882_609381_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMeXvMCqmNg/TBRoR_BtSNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OUJb26AwB0o/s1600/28196_402422413709_563613709_4334632_7402033_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMeXvMCqmNg/TBRoR_BtSNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OUJb26AwB0o/s400/28196_402422413709_563613709_4334632_7402033_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I always thought that I wont make my life revolve around his . In a nutshell, I didn't want to live a boyfriend centric life. Wanted to have my own circle, so that at times such as this, I don't feel lonely and lost … But at the end of the day , I am feeling lonely despite the fact that I have been able to create a very non boyfriend centric life for myself.<br />
This “What will I do when he shall be gone" phase is pathetic. I know, that after feeling upset and “I cant live without him” for a few days, I will sort things out and carry on with my life. Today he got his Visa and completed his packing. I wish I could go with him to Melbourne … Enjoy Australia with him. But that's not possible and I have to be satisfied with the fact that my boyfriend's on-site trip is somewhat equivalent to my own …Seeing through his eyes kind- though it sucks !(Esteem wise,though I would have loved to go on a trip myself)<br />
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His office is pretty close to mine , so we have lunch together for the last 2 years now(Long time, you see to get addicted to something). And now, everyday at lunch time, I know, I am going to have this feeling - “This is the place we used to hog and these are the dishes he used to love and blah blah blah” .. And actually I might even skip lunch for the first few days when I'll be at the pioneering heights of “Oh! I am missing my boyfriend phase”.<br />
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U must be thinking (actually I'm thinking myself , what exactly am I trying to say?)... Well, to be precise I am trying to say that I will miss that idiot big time when he wont be here. I will miss everything about him... His sick jokes which only I could laugh on,his terrible fashion sense at times, when he would be too lazy to dig into his wardrobe, his attitude and mood swings which at times makes me think twice on my decision of spending the rest of my life with him,his road rage while he is driving, his extreme laziness which irritates me all the time... So u see, there are so many things that I actually don't like about him(I have mentioned only few).<br />
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But now, when it's time for him to say goodbye, I realize that these are exactly the things that I love about him. I like to laugh at his jokes, as it makes him look funny. I like correcting him all the time- his hair, his over or under tucked shirt , his collars- and always try to make him look better. I like taking care of these minute details, which he probably intentionally overlooks. I like nagging him to take me out; and when he finally gives in , it makes me feel so special and cared for. Had it not been for all these and many more which I cant recollect now, our relation would have been so bland and monotonous. There's always this newness in our relation which comes with the differences we face as two completely different people.<br />
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Yesterday I didn't have much to do at office... And I penned down this poem for him... And after reading it, he said “Ya,it's OK”.. I was waiting for a “Wow ! Excellent Baby ! ” But that's what ! Any other guy would have said that... But he didn't. But I know that he liked it. I know it from the way he said “Ya,OK”. That's the mystery in our relationship which I am going to miss.That "dig out from my expression" game which we play all the time. A curiosity to know what will happen next actually gives the relation its zing, a boost to move forward in this world, where in every 1 second some million or perhaps zillion hearts break. Otherwise , it would have been this platonic kind where boy knows the girl, the girl knows the boy, and there's hardly anything new to explore at least for half your life.<br />
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OK, vented out enough. I know that I shall make more entries once he leaves as I'll lose a pair of ears to speak to … Oh! Since I mentioned my poem I'll post it here...<br />
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Please appreciate it … I need it . U can by now have understood that my life has dearth of true appreciation.<br />
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<b style="color: #6aa84f;"><u>Miss You</u><br />
The days will be the same and the nights as well,<br />
Once you shall be gone<br />
But there's one little thing that will change a bit,<br />
But it will be visible to none.<br />
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That little thing is right within me<br />
That beats to your name each day<br />
That loses its hue when you are sad<br />
And turns crimson when you are gay<br />
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That little thing will weep silently <br />
When you will say goodbye<br />
But that silly confused thing will also be happy <br />
As you go to make something big outta your life<br />
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It will wait for you to come back<br />
And until that fateful day<br />
I swear to protect that little thing <br />
As it's yours anyway<br />
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Though that little thing will miss you badly<br />
It will be happy to think this way<br />
That somewhere in some other part of the world<br />
You are thinking about it, the same way <br />
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That little thing is my silly heart <br />
That starts at the sound of your name<br />
It is completely under your spell now<br />
And you're the one to be blamed<br />
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You have showered so much love on it <br />
As no one else has ever done before,<br />
That it just wants to stay close to your heart <br />
And from you it wants absolutely nothing more...<br />
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I WILL MISS YOU ......</b>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-31516923921032892992010-03-04T07:08:00.000-08:002010-03-04T07:11:06.806-08:00LACKING IDEAS<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am sitting idle in office and have absolutely nothing to do . I have not been able to make any entries here for the last couple of months , as after reaching home , I hardly have any energy left for blogging . But , trust me I feel like doing it all the same.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well , all this time I was thinking of what to write on ; and came to the conclusion that in these 2 months, nothing striking has happened in my life . And I am not a ‘<b>writer</b> ‘ – which means that I cannot pen down just anything . I need some real good stimuli to write . It might be a heart break , a happy event , something socially disturbing etc etc … But it has to move me in some form or the other .</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I was just leafing through the pages of my brain-diary and found that for approx 2 months nothing of this sort has actually happened in my life … I have just been breathing like a machine .When I told this to a friend of mine who blogs as well, she was shocked ! She raised her eyebrows and had this expression as if I was either some nerd , who was in no way in connection with the outer world, or just too ignorant to all that which I am not a part of.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> She told me that I could have written about saving the tigers , the Pune Blast, the budget and so many other issues that I am indirectly a part of. Am I ? Don’t know …. Since I was running short of time , I took her advice and left a G-Buzz “ Save the tigers “ … To which one of my friends from ”THE IIM” very politely commented – </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>“while I do appreciate the sentiments involved, I am unclear about my role in the bigger scheme of things. Well if I could save tigers by simply tweeting or buzzing, then I would surely have done so. Most of us, i suppose, dont have the competence to treat animals. As far as donating clothes are concerned, there are several destitute on the kolkata streets and, to be honest, i'd rather donate clothes or money to them than tigers. There is already enough voices raised against poaching. So simply shouting "do not poach, do not poach" would in no way change things. I feel this entire thing either is badly misdirected at the wrong target audience or is simply a marketing gimmick. And once again, no offense meant.”</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well , I think that he was right .. What can a blog or a badge in ur bag from Aircel do to save tigers … How many effing poachers will actually read them and even if any chance upon one, will they care ?So I dumped that idea. Then I thought of writing about the Pune Blast …. What could I say which has already not been said ? And it’s done … People have died. The mother****s have achieved what they had to and we are moving on …So , there's no point in writing on that issue as well .. But yeah ! I prayed for the ones who died and didn’t even know what they were dying for . I also wish that these demented people who are on this killing spree get their balls infested with fleas and lose their hands at the same time (or something worse than this . But I don’t want them to die straight away ; that should not be their punishment). I hope God’s listening.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And as far as the budget is concerned , I don’t understand much of it … Only thing I understood , was that from this year females will get tax exemption up to 1.9k . Me Happy </span><span style="font-size: small;">J</span><span style="font-size: small;"> It meant less of investing .So now, I am back to square one thinking of what to write !@$$%%</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">People reading this blog of mine , please comment and leave some ideas so that I can come up with many more blogs in the near future.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Till then – CYA !</span></div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-76766122414024340712009-12-02T09:39:00.000-08:002009-12-02T09:50:46.528-08:00ELIXIR OF MY LIFE<div style="color: #351c75;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bodas.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/work_garfield.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://bodas.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/work_garfield.gif" width="473" /></a><br />
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I can breathe now.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">It's me alone who knows the trauma that I had to endure for the past 10 months.The very fact that I was financially dependent on my dad and my boyfriend made me feel like a cripple.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">I just enjoy that fact that I am working. At times I don't enjoy the work I have been assigned to.But the fact that I am working is like a driving force - my 2nd oxygen one can say. And finally , now I know what makes me the happiest - it's work and independence. <br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">I like this corporate culture. I like this coming to office regularly,logging into a machine, waiting for the lunch hour, meeting up with friends, discussing work with seniors and then at the end of the day, going back home.This probably will never ever become monotonous for me , because I have understood the worth of it's absence in my life. I used to meet people , hardly eligible for any service, but they were there making money. And somewhere down, in some dark, secluded corner of my heart and mind , I used to suffer from this excruciating pain.Whenever I used to spot them, i used to avoid then intentionally . I used to avoid facing their innumerable questions, used to shun their pitiful eyes.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">Though, it was no fault of mine , I couldn't stop blaming myself for having lost my previous job. Today, after getting my hands on the system, dealing with the official documents, accessing the official mails - I simple felt alive once more.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">In this course of 10 months, different people suggested me different things. Few people suggested me to take tuition , which I did and that was a saviour. It helped me take care of my credit card bills.Thanks to them . Few people advised me to get married, as they considered me unfit for work. I hope they must have got their answer by now. Few warned me of the global economic condition, and that it was quite unlikely for me to bag a job in this market with just an experience of 2 years. But, I knew that I had to be patient. All my learning, my degree, my education just couldn't go wasted. And here I am , enjoying the fruits of my patience.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">Earlier I used to feel suffocated , but now I can breathe freely. I can smell the air fresheners which almost chokes me in the enclosed office.I can hear the coffee vending machine beeping at a distant corner, as someone fills a cuppa. I can hear people typing on their key-boards, and trust me it's music to me now.<br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;">WOW ! this feeling is simply awesome. It's inexpressible.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">Everyday, I reach home , dog tired. But, earlier I used to stay back home all day, but at the end of the day would be a vegetable, devoid of any will and energy to carry on. But now, in spite of all the tiredness, I feel full of energy as I am mentally contented and happy.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #351c75;">I have realized one thing - WORK IS THE ELIXIR OF MY LIFE. IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT WILL KEEP ME GOING.<br />
</div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-67105788656095912452009-12-02T08:53:00.000-08:002009-12-02T09:51:22.239-08:00MY FIRST DAY AT OFFICEI joined on the 23rd of Nov.It's strange that I came back to the same place, in the same building- just a different organization.<br />
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The first two days were spent in induction .We had to give introductions to 100 odd people.And then on the third day, I was allotted to my project - British Telecom. I have to work on Datawarehousing , the technology I was so longing to learn. And luckily I got the opportunity.<br />
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I am completely new here and feeling somewhat out of place. Met this girl who has joined as a psychologist. She's good , in fact great company. She looks good too.(Attention :- My male friends, she's married).<br />
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Presently I have no work . I have been given my system . And thankfully a mail id . I am at present mailing all my friends my new id . Internet is a taboo here it seems. Only Google is allowed and that too on special request. The seniors have given me few EXCEL sheets which I am not being able to make any sense of.<br />
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So, basically , right now I'm getting a bit bored.<br />
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Well, that's all from my first day's experience.<br />
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WISH ME LUCK !Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-3967827652379940112009-11-30T06:13:00.000-08:002009-11-30T06:30:36.728-08:00Kolkata Winters<div class="separator" style="background-color: #f4cccc; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/3218138600_3b4ccfb181_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/3218138600_3b4ccfb181_m.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Morning is greeted with a cup of steaming tea and the famous 'Kochuri & Alur Dum' from the nearby sweet shop. 'Joynagorer Moya' is another thing to die for. People wait for the winter primarily for this, I guess. Every house build up their own stock of the same and every time you visit someone, there's always one in your platter. In the villages, the smell of jagerry (Gur) fills up the air. Women in almost every house start boiling the date- juice (it's sinful i tell you), and start making the gur. They come to the city in earthen pots, their mouths sealed with flour dough and dry shaal leaves. The Bengali Babus bargain on their high price and complain about the purity of the gur. Winter brings with it, mouth watering dishes in each and every Bong house. 'Koraishutir Kochuri', 'Muli ki paratha', 'Notun Alur Dum' are few of them. </b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>And soon the time comes for 'Pithe' - another sweet-meat of the bongs . I want to be born as a bong ever and ever again only for the 'Pithe' , if for nothing else. In every house , the Mas ,Kakimas and the Didimas make different kind of 'pithe s' - Patishapta, Sheddho Pithe, Gokul Pithe to name a few. </b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>And then comes Christmas. 'Park Street ' - the very first name that comes to my mind while speaking of Christmas of Kolkata. Adorned with lights , Park Street looks stunning as ever . The decoration has not changed its pattern for the last god knows how many years, but there's still some newness about it every year. 'New Market' starts looking like a Christmas Tree in itself.The christians of Kolkata throng the market buying Christmas tress, bells and Santa Clause models. It's all Red and Green, whichever direction you look at. New Market smells of vanilla . Christmas cakes beautify the old wooden shelves of 'Nahoum' - the oldest cake shop of the city.</b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>And gradually , everything comes to a standstill on the eve of the next year. Before one can think of and jot down what one did on this present year, the latter bids us goodbye forever .And with a Bang steps in, the very fresh ,the very joyful , the very promising and above all the very mysterious "NEW YEAR".</b><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Winter passes on like a flash of lightning . So many events, so much fun , so many colours, all pass almost in the blink of an eye. And before we even know it, its gone and we again wait for the next winter to come and paint us all.</b><br />
</div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-6042797682788823692009-11-16T20:17:00.000-08:002009-11-16T20:21:25.715-08:00A LESSON LEARNED THE HARD WAYI am very happy and relieved and this blog is nothing more than that ..<br />
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After waiting for almost 10 months , I got a job at a reputed MNC - level 5 company ... <br />
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Well for people who have no idea about what has been happening in my life for the last 10 months , let me brief you guys on it .<br />
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After my B-tech , I got a decent job.. I worked there for 2 years but then became a victim of the recession where thousands and thousands lost their jobs and I was one of them .<br />
I was devastated. My credit card bills were almost a threat to my life. And then I had a loan to take care of ...But in those 2 years I made a huge mistake. I splurged my own hard earned money on every silly thing I laid my eyes upon . I threw party for friends , spent on costly dresses ,shoes, bags and god knows what not.<br />
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My dad and many of my friends kept reminding me of my loan , but i turned a deaf ear to all that thinking that i can take care of that later . I thought that , this is my first job and my only responsibility was to enjoy myself completely. And in the course i saved nothing in those 2 years ... I had squandered away almost 5.5 lacs in two years on party,food and other intangible nonsense.<br />
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But then 1 fine morning I realized that I no longer had my job which meant no more money. The banks started calling me up every other day for the payments and I was almost at the verge of losing my sanity ....<br />
I started taking up tuition which hardly met my bare minimum...<br />
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My dad supported me to some extent as he wanted me to learn a lesson the hard way. But my boyfriend was an angel . He helped me a lot during that time . He took care of a huge portion of my expense and I shall never be able to repay him for what he has done for a bankrupt girl. But more than anything, he taught me how to use money wisely. <br />
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I spent days of humiliation and self pity .,.. It was a long wait .. I went through mental trauma , in habituating myself to the life which I had no idea of .. A life without shopping and luxury... But , then in the long run I understood the worth of money and what went into earning it.<br />
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Yesterday , after 10 months of long wait , I got a great job ... I was interviewed on the 14th ... It was a tough one and I had least expected to bag the job ..<br />
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But , I got it and now I have promised myself to use money wisely and set my priorities.<br />
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I dont know if my readers will like this blog as it is devoid of any spice. But this is a real piece from the toughest phase of my life and about a lesson learned the hard way .......Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-39751656985981785572009-11-02T23:50:00.000-08:002009-11-02T23:54:20.522-08:00AM BORED :(<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b></b></span><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>For the last couple of days I am getting bored to death ... My life has seemed to boil down to a whole lot of nothing . My TV at home is out of order for quite some days now , and my dad seems least interested in getting it fixed. Not that I'm a TV buff , but when u have absolutely nothing to do and have no reasons for being unhappy, the TV is a great sink for venting out your stress.</b></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>You can increase the volume to the maximum,till you hear strange wheezing noises inside your head even when you are in some sound proof room. U can keep on surfing the channels - News,sports,cartoons, music channels(playing the chartbusters till you have learned them by heart), the boring Ekta Kapoor 'saans-bahu' soaps,the even boring reality shows which shouts out their fakery,but people still find them real(god knows why and how?),the CNBC share bazaar, the national geographic channels and then again back to News and the cycle continues till your fingers hurt from the constant pressing on the remote control buttons - small dents of your fingers on them. </b></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I can't even do that at home . I am so bored of leisure now. I like being on my feet all day long nowadays.</b></span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Whenever (which is rarely) I have some work outside, I leave as early as possible and take the longest routes to reach places and come back home as late as possible.</b></span><br />
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</div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Reading "The fountainhead by Ayn Rand"</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Orkut - check out the recent updates.No one scraps me and I dont find it necessary to scrap anybody back. Log out in less than 5 mints.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Facebook- Ignoring stupid invitaions for raising cattle in some virtual farm. Find out my Date of the day ... Last time I got Paresh Rawal ...Logged out.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Blogspot - Check out for any latest comment on my blog. Get really pissed to find none.Log out.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Play Gold Miner.... for like 10 mints max.Lose concentration and lose the game. Exit</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Try to write something for my blog. Lose interest .Quit without saving.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Make myself a cup of tea,drink it up in 5 mints. </b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Search through my storage devices for some movies. Watch 1 if I find any... That helps me spend some 3 hours ,provided I don't get bored in between and stop it.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Feed my ever hungry cat. Now that takes me ages ... Have to coax her to finish her food. </b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It's night already ... and with the book I dump myself into my bed and next day wake up to yet another boring beginning</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>.</b></span></li>
</ol><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I really have nothing more to pen down . I am really bored and tired with my routine life and I want a change. I hope my readers have already understood by now , the frame of mind I am in .So bear with me please... Hope to come up with some nice blogs soon...</b></span><br />
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</div>Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714707500889136187.post-88831346962135142092009-10-26T09:34:00.000-07:002009-10-27T05:43:11.144-07:00The Song of the Sea<div style="text-align: center;"> 1.<br />
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</div>“The sea returns whatever it takes from you “– that’s what people say. And that’s what Aman believed in the last days of his life. <br />
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Aman – 28 years old, a scholar from IIT and an MBA from IIM- A, had everything in life. He was smart, educated, rich, had a great job at a foreign bank, and was the most eligible bachelor in town. But above all, he had Avantika – his childhood love. For him, she was the most beautiful girl on the face of the universe. They were family friends and their relation dated back to almost more than a decade. It was the kind of love story which is written in Heaven. <br />
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“Avantika – short, plump and innocence personified.” Aman thought.<br />
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He sunk his feet deep into the sand and felt them escape through his toes as the waves retreated. <br />
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This was the very place where he saw her last, heard her voice for the last time, felt her warmth and smelled her tears. This was the place where he had promised her that they would meet again – in some other world …<br />
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The thoughts came gushing along with the waves. Each wave brought a fresh memory along with it, her contagious smile, her kohl eyes, her frizzy hair, her tantrums, her agony, her death.<br />
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“Huh!” Aman let out a deep sigh. <br />
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“How could I ever forgive myself?” he questioned himself.<br />
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Everything was the same. The sea, the coconut tress, the hotels, the star studded skies, the smell of dried fish – Everything but Avantika!<br />
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One mistake of his and things changed like day changes to night. <br />
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</div>Aman was in USA for work. It was in the month of January, last year. He was almost freezing to death, with the mercury plumetting down to -13.<br />
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He picked up his cell phone and managed to dial a number with his numb fingers, which he felt had been cut off from his hands.<br />
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“Hey Aman!” answered a girl in an American accent.<br />
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Well, that was Christine, the only good friend cum guide, Aman made on his 3 months official tour.<br />
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“Hey yourself, Chrrr-istine” Aman stammered. “How do you guys survive here?” he asked.<br />
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“We drink silly, silly!” Christine jeered back.<br />
<br />
“So, what are you waiting for? Come over to my apartment and don’t forget to bring the thing which keeps you guys warm” Aman stammered again.<br />
<br />
That was it, a small private party, music, wine, popcorn, a movie and then - THE MISTAKE.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">3.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Next morning, Aman woke up with a heavy head but was still feeling warm. It was a clear morning. Christine was gone, but had left a note.<br />
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“Sorry Aman, it should never have happened.” The note almost shouted out the truth.<br />
<br />
The entire night replayed itself clearly in his mind and Aman’s lungs filled with guilt. All of a sudden, he couldn’t breathe.<br />
<br />
“Oh! Avantika” he gasped.<br />
<br />
He picked up the phone and dialed her number. <br />
<br />
“Hello” Avantika answered in her sleep.<br />
<br />
“I love you baby” Aman said almost choking and fighting his tears back.<br />
<br />
“Baby, its 2.00 am in India”<br />
<br />
“Oh! Right, I just wanted to tell you that I love you”<br />
<br />
“I love you too honey. I need to sleep, have an early morning presentation”<br />
<br />
Aman tried to hold back his tears with all his might. He knew that Avantika had this magical ability to read his mind, even if he sat on some other planet in some other galaxy.<br />
And under no circumstance, could he succumb.<br />
<br />
“Good night, honey, see you soon” Aman switched off his cell phone.<br />
<br />
That day, he decided that he would never mention this to Avantika. She would be shattered, and the thought of losing her was already shattering him to pieces. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">4.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>“Ouch!” something pricked him.<br />
<br />
A crab was biting his toe. May be even the crab was trying to bring him back to the present. Tears rolled down his cheeks.<br />
<br />
“I have killer her” he shouted to the sea.<br />
<br />
“I gave it to her, gave her the virus”<br />
<br />
“Take me to her please” <br />
<br />
He shouted at the top of his voice.<br />
The sea seemed to respond back. The sizes of the waves doubled.<br />
<br />
“Why did you take her away? She didn’t even know anything about it” Aman sobbed. <br />
<br />
Aman clenched the sands in his fist with all his power. But, he was drained off all of it. The sand escaped from his hands, just like Avantika escaped from his life. <br />
<br />
He was in the last stage fighting against the deadly virus. A year back he was detected HIV positive. <br />
<br />
But he had already passed it to Avantika and pushed her towards death by then.<br />
<br />
Aman plunged his hands inside his shirt, and slowly pulled it out - A picture frame.<br />
<br />
Avantika was smiling through it as Aman was trying to make a funny face.<br />
<br />
Her smile was infectious, he always thought. The smile which had swept him off his feet, which could make his heart stop beating, which became so difficult for her during her last days. <br />
<br />
She loved the sea. She used to say that the sea had its special song for everyone and for every mood.<br />
<br />
“Listen to the song of the sea” she would tell Aman during their happy days.<br />
<br />
She wanted to die here – on this beach. That was her last wish<br />
<br />
“Don’t let me die in a hospital room” she had pleaded to all.<br />
<br />
“Please let me watch the waves, smell the salt, hear the song of the sea while I end my journey” she requested Aman, when he tried to protest.<br />
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And just before breathing out her last breath, she had shut all her pains in her eyes and just had one question written all over her face- distorted with lesions.<br />
<br />
“Why Aman?”<br />
<br />
He bowed his head and looked into the picture. A tear dropped on her smile.<br />
<br />
“I hope you have forgiven me by now” Aman spoke through his tears.<br />
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“I’m coming to get you my baby” he said firmly. <br />
<br />
He rested the photo frame, face down on his chest and lied down on the sand.<br />
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The waves washed over him……. The sea sang its last song.Sohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18064633080288359215noreply@blogger.com2