tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46679777267632033642024-02-07T10:41:22.576+05:30Center Shocked!WARNING: Reading this could leave u TizzingCenter Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-16361432426238920812013-05-18T10:39:00.001+05:302013-05-18T10:40:29.307+05:30A.I.S.H.U<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: orange;">A</span></b>ll I care is that I love you,</div>
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<b><span style="color: orange;">I</span></b>n my dreams because of you I flew,</div>
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<b><span style="color: orange;">S</span></b>hall we continue just as now,</div>
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<b><span style="color: orange;">H</span></b>ome is where I want thou,</div>
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<b><span style="color: orange;">U</span></b> is who I love. </div>
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Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-66938933495181106872012-03-04T12:52:00.001+05:302012-03-04T12:54:57.837+05:30I's eye!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes I think who am I?</div>
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A tree without leaves or a human without eye?</div>
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I’m asking question to everyone,</div>
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My emotions, my feelings, the water, the sun,</div>
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But no one is able to satisfy me,</div>
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No one is making me visualize what I want to see,</div>
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I’m confused and feeling suffocated,</div>
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And I need something to keep me motivated,</div>
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That makes me feel satisfied and answer me who am I,</div>
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The world is shrinking for me and may be I can die,</div>
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But the moment I start feeling low,</div>
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A motivation says me I’ve still something to show,</div>
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I can hear a distant sound rising very slowly,</div>
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Saying me that I’m not lonely,</div>
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I want to break all the shackles and come out with all answers,</div>
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Because I want to know who am I,</div>
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So that I don’t get hidden from my own eye...</div>
</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-67880137792263880552012-01-05T23:43:00.000+05:302012-01-05T23:54:43.937+05:30The hunger & the bugger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The sky gave out a cry, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The wind began to tremble,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit;">I sighted a plate of chicken fry,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit;">Then my stomach began to grumble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As the chicken stared at me,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I wondered what piece to eat,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit;">Then I looked at the damn fee,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">And my heart began to pound not beat</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fee was high & hunger was nigh,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I still walked in carrying nothing but a cent,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit;">Having eaten it all & given out a sigh,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">Washing of dishes came next & my energy was spent</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But hunger still awaited me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And the grumbling began once more,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit;">In hunger, I searched for food that was free,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: inherit;">My efforts however no results bore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I vowed to never let hunger go to my head,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I carry a dabba with me instead!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is pair poetry done by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/YashadKirtane">Yashad Kirtane</a> and me at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/351815051498634/">Poetry Tuesday - 8</a>. I wrote the lines in <span style="color: #f1c232;">Yellow.</span></span></div>
</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com3Lal Bahadur Shastri Rd, Panchsheel Nagar, Thane West, Thane, Maharashtra, India19.208684840614726 72.97741413116455119.204936340614726 72.972478631164549 19.212433340614727 72.982349631164553tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-78828522351739887962011-12-26T08:25:00.000+05:302011-12-27T08:43:39.175+05:30Shutterbug Soul on a chilly night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last night I picked my gear, put on some warm clothes and rode out in the night to get some photos. I parked the bike over the busy Cadbury flyover and started clicking photos much to the amusement of the other vehicles passing there. One guy slowed his vehicle down and was trying to make sense of me, a guy in the middle of the busy Eastern Express Highway at midnight, wearing a monkey-cap, headphones plugged in, heavily bearded, a big black bag on the shoulder, floaters over crisp white socks and a camera in one hand striking various poses over the flyover. I for sure must have looked like a terrorist doing a recce of the place under lights only to bomb it later. Hah!<br />
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Looking towards Upvan - 1</div>
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Looking towards Upvan - 2</div>
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The Korum car park in all its glory.</div>
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I disturbed this couple who were busy discussing something serious at this unearthly hour. I felt I was imposing, but my photography was more important.</div>
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A burst + panning shot of a tanker. Epic failure due to the bike in front!</div>
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Although the photos are not "<span style="color: #38761d;">Skadoosh</span>" types. It was a nice experience and the small much needed push I'd always wanted to get back to night photography. And ate a Maggie at night that was filled with red ants, I think that will help improve my night vision! *muhahahaha* Night photography FTW \m/</div>
</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com2Pokharan Road No.1, J K Gram, Thane West, Thane, Maharashtra, India19.204551126745784 72.96848773956298819.189556626745784 72.948746739562992 19.219545626745784 72.988228739562985tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-42599254842638427502011-11-15T08:47:00.001+05:302011-11-15T08:50:19.743+05:30Question-IRE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How often are we fortunate enough to have people in our lives to prove us wrong and yet feel delighted? Aah, that is a rarity. I had always thought I was the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">greatest hypocrite</span> known to me. Well, I was wrong and delighted.<br />
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We always search for answers in life, but my personal observations says that we always have the answers in form of events. What we need to search is the question as to why it so happened. The irony of it is that most often our answers are one-sided;<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> our vision cock-eyed.</span></b> The other half eludes us for reasons known, yet unknown. Mostly the questions are found to hidden in more than one answer. I think I've put my pieces of puzzle together for <b>that</b> comprehensive question.<br />
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</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-47448766681313881252011-10-28T23:39:00.000+05:302011-10-30T15:17:04.973+05:30Guest post # 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is the 1st time am having someone write a guest post for my blog. Well it happens to be none other than my dear friend <a href="http://nothingintellectual.wordpress.com/about/">Manali Shah</a>. I was bugging her to write me a guest post for a couple of days now and today afternoon she happened to mail me this small write-up she had written earlier this morning. When I insisted her to post it on her blog she reacted by asking me use this as my guest post! Well I did....</div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">A page from the diary of a Person Who Fears Being Masochistic</span></b></div>
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I want to feel pain, I want to feel loss. So far, my life
has been one happy ride. Am I complaining? Yes. I want to feel the suffering
that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adele_(singer)">Adele</a> sings about. I can sense her agony, her hurt, but not relate to it. I
want to feel <b>soul crushed.</b> And then come out smiling, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>ready to love again.</b></span> Confident,
and with faith. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Can you expect a person to feel true bliss without having
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So then I worry about whether or not I have a wide range of
emotions inside of me. Am I a cold person? Was I always one, or did I become
one when I decided to toughen up, tired of being vulnerable and having my break
broken, multiple times. I do not remember. I do remember being deeply saddened
by the plight of unimaginable poor people that actually constitutes the country
I am supposed to resonate with pride about, India. I do remember wanting to cry
because hardly anyone I could see was leading happy, honest lives. Sure, you
could say now to me, “<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Begin to change the world, one person at a time.</span></i>” I am sorry,
that is too slow for me. Too painful. Yes, I have given up, without even
trying. Given up on humanity and humans. Am I, then, indifferent?
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">P.S. To check Manali Shah's blog click <a href="http://nothingintellectual.wordpress.com/">here</a>.</span></div>
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</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com5Thane, Maharashtra, India19.23184 72.96717819.17187 72.888214 19.291809999999998 73.046142tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-61093583284095339652011-10-27T14:43:00.000+05:302011-10-27T14:45:47.907+05:30The good life...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Again today I've realised that it is 3 weeks since I've updated my blog. The time gap hardy seems that far away. My past weeks have been really eventful. I've been doing things I've not done before and thinking of ideas I dare not think before. This change in me baffles and excites me simultaneously!<br />
A glance at my life in the past 3 weeks!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">** Poetry Tuesday:</span><br />
I'd actually subscribed to a person, who blogs only about the news in Thane that many big newspapers fail to notice. There I found about a poetry meet called "<b>Poetry Tuesday</b>" that takes place on the 1st Tuesday of every month at the Utd 21 Hotel in Thane. Was initially apprehensive about being there but once I went there it was fun!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">** New friend(s):</span><br />
The best thing that Poetry Tuesday did was introduce me to a circle of new friends who had greater inclination to literature than me. Among that was a person who has become one of my very dearest friends within a short period of time - "Cartoon sali" :P</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">**Indimeet:</span><br />
I received a mail on the 12th saying that there was gonna be an <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/index.php">Indiblogger</a> meet in Bombay. I was pretty excited to have received the mail and was all raring to go. Manali also joined in and we had lotsa fun in the famed R.K.Studio in Chembur.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">** South Bombay Trip</span>:<br />
After having got my camera, suddenly I was starting to ponder, if me buying that 30 grand piece was a waste or an investment! Then one fine day a trip to South Bombay materialised and viola I realised I still had the zeal for photography. It rejuvenated my love for random photography.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">**Movie:</span><br />
Am not a movie buff. Leave alone watching it in the theatre. I am just back after watching the much-hyped paraNORMAL - ACTIVITY 3. I was expecting some very scary stuff as it was going to be my 1st horror movie in a theatre. Dismal!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">**Infy closing:</span><br />
Am seemingly having fun at work. To enjoying working under pressure, having fun and at the same time get results is a rare combination. Got my 2nd career closure and my 1st big one and that too in a company like Infosys is a personal achievement.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">**Appraisal:</span><br />
My boss seems to be happy with my performance and said that I would have my performance appraisal from next month onwards; my 1st HIKE!! To be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">still in my training period and receive a performance appraisal is achievement of sorts I guess.</span><br />
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I've found my *<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">purple</span></b>* patch I guess. Looking back, it is actually almost 3 months since joined my work. It has kept me happy and busy. Things have just whizzed past me. But I've managed to captured most of those moments on my camera!!<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">P.S:-</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">I've decided to try and use only my pictures from this post onwards..</span><br />
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</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-28901550645544388272011-10-01T22:42:00.000+05:302011-10-01T22:50:57.349+05:30Take a hike, Mike!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've a very good friend of mine who was "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">pestered</span></i>" by a guy. She liked the guy no doubt but she was not able to cope up the so called unofficial relationship. Things she did made me want to write this post. This article gives the basic tips to girls who are pestered by "their" boys. Now since we, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">so-called-fairer sex</span> are <b>obstinate and persistent</b> it actually makes getting rid of us difficult. While some of the boys have - "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">The grapes are sour</span>" kinda attitude towards the girl that ditched them, others go into the - "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Revenge is a dish best served cold</span></i>" kinda mode. While the former is a harmless mode, the latter can prove to be irritating and frustrating if not dangerous for the girl. The best way out for a girl in this paradigm is to actually make the guy walk away, not wanting to come back. This has to be subtle because if the guy gets frustrated and feels cheated it may make him go into the "revenge mode". Some of the best tricks to do it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Rub salt on his wounds:</span><br />
The best way to make a person feel worthless is to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">rub salt on his wounds</span>. The best part about this is that he will retaliate to the world, but if you say that to him all he can do is get dejected and actually feel worthless. If the guy has a past relationship what you can do is do something silly and when he tries to reprimand you turn the tables on him and accuse him that this kinda behaviour of his would have been the reason of the previous girl dumping him!<br />
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Make constant fun of his dreams and ambitions in life. When he tries to defend his actions don't give a SHIT to his explanations and turn a deaf ear to what he has to say. <b>Stay Aloof!</b><br />
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Play a virtual hide and seek with the guy. E.g. Leave him a message saying "Hi"; 95% of the times he will reply to you within 5mins of him receiving the message no matter how busy he is. Now don't reply. There is a high chance of getting a "reply!!!!" kinda message from him after your silence. Don't reply. Again after a couple of hours repeat the same. Do it till his tipping point and when he actually tries ask you in a very irritated mode. Tell him he does not understand you and you cant tolerate it. Simply install an application called <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">GUILT v2.3:16</span></b> :P<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Get that Hippocratic <b>bitch</b> out:</span><br />
All the above points are gonna make him walk away from you. Now more often than not, most of the guys really take efforts to actually keep track of the girls who dumped them. Now they will make repeated attempt to reach you, ignore them. He will resort to social network to keep track of you. For those who want to torment the guys, go a bit further. Do precisely those things that you were against when you were with him. Esp the things he wanted you to be part of and you were against. Before you <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>perverted</i></span></b> minds actually start thinking lemme give few examples. Like he might have asked you to hangout with him for the entire day and you were scared that ppl might spot you guys. Do it now with another guy and make sure it reaches him.<br />
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Well all said and done, just be sure that he does not get into the "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>Aata mazi satakli mode</b></span>" and screws up your happiness!! All are not decent like me.. :P<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">*Wink Wink*</span></b> xD</div>
Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-37265121932430566852011-09-25T14:36:00.000+05:302011-09-25T14:37:53.737+05:30Gimme a break!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The patterns are disturbing I say,</div>
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Haunting me repeatedly,</div>
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Everytime the same pain I endure;</div>
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Vowing to make it better ahead I forge.</div>
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For once I want to be stable,</div>
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This weary feeling is pushing me down,</div>
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Wanting to get out of this infinite loop I say,</div>
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Gimme a break; I pray!</div>
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Life just has to move on,</div>
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I hate seeing you frown,</div>
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this sea of sorrow will make you drown,</div>
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Am back after a hiatus. I was so regular with my post earlier that a reader actually asked me if I've left blogging after I got my job. That statement pricked me and now am feeling guilty for not paying enough attention to my blog. Well I've been busy with my work no doubt but the real reason of my hiatus was my latest and my most prized possession. My new Nikon D3100 DSLR.<br />
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I've always been a great fan of photography and over the years it has grown from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">an interest to a fad to liking and now more than that</span>. Now what I fear is my interest in photography overshadowing my blog. And hence the guilt, for I just love my blog and I know I have not done justice to it for sometime now. Feels like am cheating with my camera on my blog. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Feeling like an infidel!!</span></b> :P<br />
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I've had been wanting to buy a camera for almost 2 years. What kept me so long was that <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I wanted to buy it out of my OWN money</span></b> and not anyone else's. I had garnered about 15 thousand rupees over these 2 years thanks to the cultural and literary events that I used to attend in my graduation days that supplied about 1500 INR per month during working days as my steady source of my extra income. I spend half of it on my parties and outings and saved the rest under the banner of camera fund. After completing my graduation I realised that if I keep waiting for money my dream will never be realised and so I bought the camera for 30grands under EMI!! People not that much into photography may find it atrocious that I've got such an expensive camera. But what I want to point out is that everyone does that like buying an iPhone just because of the brand name and not actually knowing how to use it. Getting a Nokia E-series mobile just to look cool and not actually using more than 90% of the applications that are built to be used. Second thing what people ask me is "What is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">NEED</span> of such an expensive camera?", and when I reply "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Nothing</span>"; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">they call me a fool</span>. But the thing is that they are so confused with the logic in life. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>I don't NEED a camera but I for sure WANT it</b></span>. All we <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">NEED</span></b> is food, clothing, shelter and the adequate money to get it. But we <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">WANT</span></b> so many thing in life, a mansion, lots of money, an attractive partner and the list is never ending. Then they tell me "That means your an excellent photographer now"!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Getting a DSLR and being an excellent amateur shutterbug are two mutually exclusively things. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Done with part one, en route to the other!</span><br />
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For this paradigm am reminded of Saif Ali Khan's dialogue in the movie Race -<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Race Gadi nahi chalane wala jeeta hai</span></i><br />
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Some of the random clicks of mine below. All the pictures were shot at 4608 x 3072 pixels but now compressed for upload.<br />
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The working of the welder in my office.</div>
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Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-28354451579188129382011-08-21T11:07:00.002+05:302011-08-21T11:17:21.206+05:30Walk away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidTIP2xS-xTQGQWb3J3ZPrk3RXE69XabT6XIi_fWJ45JA4n-iWqvjhAUZ3mc5Q-n_l1V47M-Wt42A91g2RQU_G2Hja01PxseQZRGbGaWt456PMdc5PXzepdHU0qUzGBFYdcarakZC4w/s1600/walk_away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidTIP2xS-xTQGQWb3J3ZPrk3RXE69XabT6XIi_fWJ45JA4n-iWqvjhAUZ3mc5Q-n_l1V47M-Wt42A91g2RQU_G2Hja01PxseQZRGbGaWt456PMdc5PXzepdHU0qUzGBFYdcarakZC4w/s1600/walk_away.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walk away; don't stay,</div><div style="text-align: center;">inevitable since thee had nothing worth a say,</div><div style="text-align: center;">was there always beside work or play.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The anger in me just doesn't die,</div><div style="text-align: center;">now that words fail to ply,</div><div style="text-align: center;">emotions betrayed; feelings crushed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">seems dumb; my body numb,</div><div style="text-align: center;">one day you will come back,</div><div style="text-align: center;">thou surely will get couple of nice whack!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div>Yesterday I was sitting at home time-passing with my family. Suddenly my aunt asks me to pass the scissor. I give it in her hand but she refused to take it and asked me to keep it on the ground. She said that as it is we always keep fighting , I don't want to aggravate it so I wont take it from your hand. I was pissed at the superstition and said that India and its customs suck. I said that because my sister who is in her 10 grade always keeps saying INDIA ROX and I just wanted to irritate her. Suddenly all the heads in the room turned towards me, started shouting at me and I ended up being getting <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">almost disowned by the family.</span> Am sure had they been in power they would have deported me from India. So I wrote the following status on Facebook and look at the reactions I got...</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Ghante ka INDEPENDENCE DAY :/</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">I cant even say out loud that INDIA SUX w/o ten ppl trying to inpugn my INDIANess :@</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">MORAL OF THE DAY:- INDIA SUX :@ :@ :@</span></div><div>Yesterday at 17:12 · Privacy: · Unlike · </div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You and Ml Ranganathan like this.</span></i></div><div><br />
</div><div>Abhijeet Shinde Desh Drohi :P</div><div>Yesterday at 17:28 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Ashwin Kukreja</span> so where do you want to migrate ? canada, australia ?</div><div>Yesterday at 17:29 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Ashwin</span> C C.. this is wat i was talking abt... I never said i wanna leave.. I love it here. But the fact is that it sucks. This INDIAN attitude of OURS that i dont like. :(</div><div>Yesterday at 17:36 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Ashwin Kukreja</span> indulge in constructive criticism by all means. No one's gonna object. But there are people who dont want to make even small changes in their own lives. These guys will go abroad, follow all rules and when they're back they'll spit on the streets. These kinda guys deserve to be kicked out of this country. So when you say India sux, in the same breath offer a possible solution. That'll make it constructive, creative and positive.</div><div>Yesterday at 17:45 · Unlike · 3 people</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Ashwin Kukreja</span> u also must understand that you cannot say "india sux" so loosely, you are touching a raw nerve in people who are grateful to this country for whatever they are. We are living here, earning here, we respect this country for whatever it is. Sure there are numerous things which suck big time but whatever it is, we are here. We must eliminate those things to whatever extent we can. There's a lot of talk going on about changes which shd happen but it wont happen overnight. BUt whatever it is, we cannot deride our country so casually .</div><div>Yesterday at 17:53 · Unlike · 6 people</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pratik Kambli Achutan u will get u Ass Kicked...!!</div><div>Yesterday at 18:15 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Viswanathan Bala Fuck off dude.. If any true Indian heard u saying that, u would be updating ur status frm hell right now.</div><div>Yesterday at 18:19 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pratik Kambli Vichi ....Howz u ?? Ill be the one to send him there....:X</div><div>Yesterday at 18:20 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Viswanathan Bala bhej saale ko .. and dont forget to record the video of his death. We will post it here. Let us put an end to this bastards misery.</div><div>Yesterday at 18:21 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pritesh Veera Thats sad...</div><div>I m proud of my india</div><div>Yesterday at 19:10 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Ml Ranganathan</span> 2day people are celebrating independence day by putting badge and flags in hands.but tomorow the same badge will be kept aside,flags may b thrown in the distbins or road side.is this wht we call respect to india.i dont believe and agree in this.if u really want to respect ur country try to respect your flag first.</div><div>Yesterday at 19:13 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pritesh Veera Free your self from chain of impossed thoughts n experience d freedom 2 be free...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achutan</span> see want this nation has given to us....</div><div>If u hav a problem with attiude of people 1st we need to change our attitude n then may b expect from others....</div><div>Common bro bug up...</div><div>Yesterday at 19:17 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari </span>Viswanathan Bala I have the freedom to think and say watever i want..</div><div>Pratik saaale bol bacchan, u have still have the OPTION of UNFRIENDING me from ur list.. hehe :P</div><div>Yesterday at 19:27 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pritesh Veera So is that the solution</div><div>Yesterday at 19:29 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Ashwin</span> I aint saying the country is bad.. jus the way ppl have kept it all these 60-odd years... The epitome of it is that I at home just told that Indian superstitions sux and all pounced on me...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"> I totally agree with wat u have to say..</span></div><div>Yesterday at 19:29 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> Pritesh Na.. we all very well know wats the soln and we sure know we aint implementing most of them.. :(</div><div>Yesterday at 19:30 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div>Pritesh Veera So true dude</div><div>Yesterday at 19:32 · Unlike · 2 people<br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> MORAL OF THE STORY: WE ALWAYS LOOK AT STATEMENTS AND ACTIONS AND NOT THE EMOTIONS BEHIND IT... :@</div><div>Yesterday at 19:32 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Viswanathan Bala Achuthan Raman Chari then wat kind of freedom are u talking abt ?</div><div>Yesterday at 19:32 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Viswanathan Bala If u hate the country so much, but still claim to be patriotic. Then what steps have u taken to rectify the system ?</div><div>Yesterday at 19:36 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> Viswanathan My statement/status only meant that we all are all talking abt freedom but when it come to GIVING freedom to others WE ALL lag behind and "INDIA SUX" was jus to lay emphesis and not ridiclue.. DUH am I justifying!!</div><div>Yesterday at 19:36 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Viswanathan Bala Giving freedom ? i didnt get u .. be more specific</div><div>Yesterday at 19:37 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Achuthan Raman Chari Viswanathan chup re pakao... u want explanation; call me.. saala boring to type here. :P</div><div>Yesterday at 19:39 · Like · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div>Diana Titus den change ur attitude ...u mite love it >:(</div><div>Yesterday at 19:40 · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> Diana please read it fully before commenting :@ *IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS* :@</div><div>23 hours ago · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Siddharth Sampath Achuthan Raman Chari : f*** off</div><div>22 hours ago · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> Siddharth Sampath u fk off... MY WALL MY POST :@.. unfriend ur FKING SELF IF U DONT WANNA C :@</div><div>21 hours ago · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Siddharth Sampath :P ur a traitor :P</div><div>21 hours ago · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Achuthan Raman Chari</span> if by posting this am a traitor. so be it.. PROUD TO BE ONE.. \o/ :P</div><div>21 hours ago · Like</div><div><br />
</div><div>Siddharth Sampath ada pavi :( :( no words to tell u anything :P</div><div>21 hours ago · Unlike · 1 person</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Inference</span>:</div><div><br />
We the Indians have just <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">used and abused</span> the country to such a point that we have absolutely no patriotism left whatsoever and Independence and Republic day have become just a festival. Just as we dont think about Diwali, Christmas or Eid the whole year but only on the particular day we wish others, in the same way we have 1000's of status updates and texts and then we comfortably forget about it for another year. Just as in the case of Diwali we find the crackers strewn across the roads, here we have our Tricolour down. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">If India was God and my comments deemed blasphemous then yes am an atheist</span>. But one thing is certain that this much criticised atheist thinks about that very God and does more than much of His devout theist followers generally do. People say <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;">"Tune kya kiya hai desh ke liye?/What have you done for the country?"</span></i>, because it make them <b>apparently</b> cool in<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> vox populi.</span> But what they fail to understand it that it is no longer cool to just keep blabbering. In the recent on-going test series when India was 0-2 down, I wrote on my wall that Indian cricket was in the dumps and I was looking forward to a whitewash. All true Indian cricket lovers agreed with me and were with me in offering brickbats to the team (but all of us supported INDIA in the 3rd test) while the nouveau-cricket-likers were all up in arms against me. I see a parallel here. They think so much about country and end up doing nothing. We don't need to live 100years to be remembered for ages. Just living one day for others will make us immortal in the annals of history. </div><div><br />
</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">[]</span> How many of the above commented <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">self-proclaimed-patriots</span> know the starting lines of the Preamble and when it was adopted? (for all u lesser IQ-ed mortals let me enlighten, it was done on 26th November 1949 and <b>not</b> 26th January 1950)</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">[]</span> How many of us have ever thought about the surrounding?</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">[]</span> How many never throw litter down but only in the bin?</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"> []</span> How many of us give blood regularly? </div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">[]</span> How of us give our children/ young cousins value based TV viewing content like Jataka tales/ Panchatantra/ Ramayan etc. Instead of Shinchan and Doremon?</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> []</span> How many actually close the taps in public when they see it running waste?</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">[]</span> How many give lift to absolute strangers in autos who we come to know are travelling to the same destination as us?</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">[trivia] I do all of the above except the blood donation due to health reasons [\trivia]</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>I have been in the receiving as well as the giving end of the auto paradigm and trust me it makes your day in both the cases. We don't need to give our lives to be patriot. Just make your surrounding a better place to live in and the country will be a better place automatically.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Highlight of the article</span>: 65years on I still cant have my say on India and <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">say am a proud Indian</span></b> all in one single statement. <i>(with only one person talking sensibly and trying to make me understand his point)</i></div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>:'( :@</b></span></div><div><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>P.S.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"> I wrote a poem on the Republic day this year that will i think sum-up the whole scenario. Click</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> <a href="http://achu89.blogspot.com/2011/01/test-of-faith.html">here</a>.</span></div></div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-52223961974220325632011-08-12T08:00:00.000+05:302011-08-12T08:00:06.029+05:30Quik read # 06<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZY2ZP-EpYvnIxSMRsuocpDeN756LQ7JSQf1gdKy6oQ7H4GSUYXa2qy3olLrr_1VSwzzEfhB1mh0OfrJhDFa1O0AIh_Vdm4Ges2BxEXid7tlcPhHk6rgi8e-hb5mLL6gDcgaGJW0AtA/s1600/nachtiga-271x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZY2ZP-EpYvnIxSMRsuocpDeN756LQ7JSQf1gdKy6oQ7H4GSUYXa2qy3olLrr_1VSwzzEfhB1mh0OfrJhDFa1O0AIh_Vdm4Ges2BxEXid7tlcPhHk6rgi8e-hb5mLL6gDcgaGJW0AtA/s400/nachtiga-271x300.jpg" width="361" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div>A man was walking along the road. He recalled his lost love and his soul grieved.</div><div>“Pity on those who know love,” he thought. “They will never be happy, with the fear of losing the one they love.”</div><div><br />
</div><div>At that moment he heard a nightingale sing.</div><div><br />
</div><div>- Why do you act like that? – the man asked the nightingale. – Don’t you see that my beloved, who loved your song so much, is no longer here by my side?</div><div><br />
</div><div>- I sing because I am happy – answered the nightingale.</div><div><br />
</div><div>- Haven’t you ever lost someone? – the man insisted.</div><div><br />
</div><div>- Many times – answered the nightingale. – But my love still remains all the same.</div><div><br />
</div><div>And the man went on his way feeling more hopeful.</div><div><br />
</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">Courtesy:- Paulo Coelho's blog</span></i></div></div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-20579103625565912712011-08-02T22:41:00.002+05:302011-08-02T23:01:20.091+05:30Polarity reversed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQgE1wYgfwB9IlYrbcdIE6E93Novh8CqWhUZpqwznkPUjrHiJICFSWJEo8gmT5MIm86U5u-d4PzOLWbodFTOlr1vKJ7l7edmZFs93k2zZRyJw5MUlneqmYBFdPibkeQYrvJKHI4QwTQ/s1600/Polarity-Banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQgE1wYgfwB9IlYrbcdIE6E93Novh8CqWhUZpqwznkPUjrHiJICFSWJEo8gmT5MIm86U5u-d4PzOLWbodFTOlr1vKJ7l7edmZFs93k2zZRyJw5MUlneqmYBFdPibkeQYrvJKHI4QwTQ/s1600/Polarity-Banner.png" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Last saturday it was raining cats and dogs early in the morning, and when I woke up I learnt that it was raining heavily all night. That meant only one thing:- "Water-logging". I was happy. That would mean we could take to the streets to play football in the rain. The phone calls started doing rounds and in no time we were out playing in the usually-busy-now-empty street. Suddenly there comes a voice, cold, rude, irritating asking us to stop playing. I was the goalie and happened to notice and respond first. I saw the person behind the voice and It was an old man; must have been 65-odd, retired senior citizen. I asked him what was the matter and he said that we would break the windows and dent the cars parked there. I told him we were not playing rashly and would pay for any damages. We also explained to him that this ain't the first time we playing here and if history has any say we were clean with our record. He was obstinate and was shouting on top of his voice. I went to him and asked him to speak properly; which he refused. I pointed out to him to it was his age and our respect for it that has kept us from back-answering and he should be polite as were also adults; hinting at the cliche "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">give respect take respect</span>". He dint. And when I pointed out that the cars are to be parked in the parking lot and there was no rule as to park the car on he streets, he threatned to call the police. I gave out a chuckle. I asked him under which section of law will they take action against us; he knew he had lost the argument and he went off, rambling narcissisticaly as he walked back!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I turned to my friends and told them that I was sure at home he must be telling and yelling his grandchildren to get off the computer and go out to play, and he should be thankful that we are the few living examples left to show those children what outdoor activities really are!</div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Part - II</span><br />
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Yesterday evening when we were hanging-out asusual, my friend S happened to tell me an anecdote that had happened earlier in the evening. S was taking her usual evening stroll when another of our friend and her mother happened to meet her. S knowing them walked up to talk to them. After the exchange of pleasantries, that friend of ours told S that her mom also plays Cityville on Facebook and S could send her an neighbour request in the game. Her mom was very excited and S dumbstruck when she revealed that she was level 70-odd and S only some 60-odd! Her mom was very enthusiastic about the game and S told me. I could imagine the glitter she would have had in her eyes when she would have told this to S. Aunties today are cashing-in on the wow factor using social networking sites and Internet. Kudos!<br />
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I was like OMFG when S actually narrated the incident to us. I was amused and pleased for the fact that our friend's mom was so Internet savvy.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Inference:</span><br />
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My concern is that the present generations of kids are not much into outdoor activities but more into cyber-gaming and social-networking. I still remember when we were kids we used to leave the house at 5 in the evening only to return by 8. Full three hours of outdoor play. Now I find the streets empty and kids walking hand-in-hand in pairs! They are maturing way to fast and it ain't a good sign. I still remember, I got my email ID only after my 10th grade boards. Today 10year olds have a Facebook account. Well being tech/net savvy is a welcome move but what worries me is their obsession. The above two anecdotes are stated just to bring to the notice our current trend.<br />
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The adults sticking to age-old traditions and senseless practises (barring a very few like my friend's mom) and the children being utmost <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">(read insane)</span></i> technology aficionados. Its high time we took measures to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>reverse the polarity!</b></span></div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com6Thane West, Thane, Maharashtra, India19.207692181366205 72.9853530948486219.158390681366207 72.952868094848625 19.256993681366204 73.017838094848614tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-9668211209778086982011-07-28T13:00:00.004+05:302011-07-28T13:40:16.101+05:30Yearns<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shaking in the moonlight,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">everyone endures walking alone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lost in the cacophonous labyrinth,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I found myself from the past,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wonder if we could ever go back,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to the past when we were really clueless,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know, of course we can't,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">because the sky will fall down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I definately will find it,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">believing in something,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">marching straigth ahead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everything looks beautiful,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the smiles from now itself....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">am sure I and you saw it;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">that nostalgic smile,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">tonight am watching standing away far,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the last scene I can't remember,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">it is different from what I wish to see,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">it is a more happy ending,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">dreaming of that last time,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we were truly together,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I close my eyes,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">you're right beside me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">lets keep that happiness to ourselves!</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Sage:</span> What can you see through the glass?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Man:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span>I can see men coming and going and a blind man begging for alms in the street.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Sage: </span>Look in this mirror and tell me what you see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Man:</span> I can see myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Sage:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span>And you can’t see the others. Notice that the window and the mirror are both made of the same basic material, glass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You should compare yourself to these two kinds of glass. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Poor</span> – you saw other people and felt compassion for them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Rich</span> – covered in silver – you see yourself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You will only be worth anything when you have the courage to tear away the coating of silver covering your eyes in order to be able to see again and love your fellow man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pain and suffering are always required for the eventual bliss. Hence, when in pain or you feel your are suffering next time tell yourself....<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Pain is bliss</span>...</b> because only the select carbon atoms that have been under heavy pressure and heat for millions of years and later subject to cruel polishing regime become the most glittering of diamonds!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><br />
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</span></div>P.S. Still wondering why people cut and burn themselves without apparent justifiable reason?</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-87736754815681135102011-07-22T15:27:00.011+05:302011-07-26T19:03:50.243+05:30दोस्ती ही साही<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9b5-wOSeFGJn8K-0WD4e62tQWSEgjkLbzvmfH1WiUgeD2Rn9DZP81dm5PdotdJWRNmjR1iPLBZbcrZ4QwcBh9qgxPjWKWwX2XaLu-8mti7y4529p18TNkedDBKtV5flP3ytzkHaJ-g/s1600/Your-Best-Friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9b5-wOSeFGJn8K-0WD4e62tQWSEgjkLbzvmfH1WiUgeD2Rn9DZP81dm5PdotdJWRNmjR1iPLBZbcrZ4QwcBh9qgxPjWKWwX2XaLu-8mti7y4529p18TNkedDBKtV5flP3ytzkHaJ-g/s1600/Your-Best-Friend.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">गए थे इनती दूर थी वो खुदकी मर्ज़ी,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">लगा था तुम्हे है दोस्ती एक वर्दी,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">उतारो जब हो गर्मी; पहनो जब सर्दी,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">आये हो मेरे चौखट पे आज,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">लिए वो पुराणी यादोंका साथ,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">अहमियत आई है समझ; वह क्या बात!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">रखी है मांग दोहराने की वो संग,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">शायद हो गए हो प्रबुद्ध...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">की सब होते है अपने मन की दर्जी,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">आये हो अचानक मेरे पास आज,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">अब तो बताओ अपने जाने का राज़,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">उस दिन भी मैंने ऐसे ही माँगा था तुम्हारी </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">दोस्ती का साज़,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">मालूम था तुम आओगे एक दिन वापस मेरे पास,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">इसलिए है मुझे हमारे ये </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>दोस्ती पर नाज़!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Transliteration</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">gaye the itni door thi woh khud ki marzi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">laga tha tumhe hai dosti ek vardi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">utaro jab ho garmi; peheno jab sardi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">aaye ho meri choukhat pe aaj,</div><div style="text-align: center;">liye woh purani yaadon ka saath,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ahmeyat aayi hai samaj; wah kya baat!</div><div style="text-align: center;">rakhi hai mang dohraneki woh sang,</div><div style="text-align: center;">shayad ho gaye prabuddha,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ki sab hote hai apne man ki darzi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">aaye ho achanak mere paas aaj,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ab toh batao apne jaane ka raaz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Us din bhi meine aise hi manga tha thumari <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">dosti ka saaz</span>,</div><div style="text-align: center;">malum tha aaoge tum ek din wapas mere pass,</div><div style="text-align: center;">isliye hai mujhe hamare <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">dosti par naaz</span>!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>You had gone far that was your wish,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>You thought friendship is a dress,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>remove it when its hot; put when its cold,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>you've come to my doorstep today,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>bringing along the accompaniment of old memories,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>importance you've known; wow its a wonder!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>placed a demand of repeating the company,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>probably you are enlightned...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>that all are the tailors of their own mind,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>you've come all of a sudden to me today,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>atleast now tell me the reason for the abscond,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">that day also I had asked you similarly the</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">harness of your friendship</span>,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>I knew you would one day come back to me,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">That is why I am</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>proud of our friendship!</b></span></i></div><br />
</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-68871545458808207672011-07-18T23:59:00.074+05:302011-07-19T02:23:37.119+05:30Catching a break<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFwegCWxamITgrpiQ5umxct7TCvgrICWphFYuoR7ZqAUY0PRoNZgHJeQ9nk-9sN6U2RYU1fhk09dJUAijvLWti3W-i0LqSlQV9CP6z-UEK-BPlAlHV1i9j-4XjvHC871lpuh6Vf1Q4w/s1600/baby-steps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFwegCWxamITgrpiQ5umxct7TCvgrICWphFYuoR7ZqAUY0PRoNZgHJeQ9nk-9sN6U2RYU1fhk09dJUAijvLWti3W-i0LqSlQV9CP6z-UEK-BPlAlHV1i9j-4XjvHC871lpuh6Vf1Q4w/s400/baby-steps.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Earlier, last week I got my results and cleared my graduation with 70.59%. That was just a single node in the roller-coaster ride of emotions. Then I got a marketing job under my aunt in Thane itself. I was happy but not satiated because somewhere deep in my heart I knew I wanted to do HR. Then bang; on saturday I got a call form the concern I had gone to as my first interview exactly a month ago asking me to join on Monday. I had actually written it off. After I said ok to them I dawned upon me the fact of life. We always get the best of things when we're not expecting them. Also, applying reverse logic it apparently seems <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">getting things that you expect makes them less special</span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">per se</span></i>!</div><br />
Coming from a Computer science people have always wondered as to why I wanted to pursue a field that has more to do with the social sciences and completely off-beat from what a normal Comp-Sci grad does. But <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">isn't it home where the heart is?</span> Seems I've finally caught a break from my otherwise irresponsible life as my dear <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">critic</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">mama</span>(uncle)</i> would quote! The fact being; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">I've always been more irresponsible than he ever perceived and wiser than he has ever deemed me to be.</span><br />
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Today was supposed to be my first day at work and I still remember how I was damn restless; clearly highlighted by the fact that I woke up 7 times during the night yesterday to check the time as I dint want to be late. 0015, 0055, 0135, 0158, 0245, 0320 and 0515 hrs I vividly recall. Duh!<br />
I managed to reach on time.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><i>Reception</i></span>: Yes, how may I help you?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><i>Me</i></span>: Hi, This is Achuthan, Am to join today.<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Reception</span></i>: Oh Hi Achuthan, please have a seat.<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span></i>: Ok, Thanks.<br />
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After 5 mins.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Reception</span></i>: Achuthan, were you instructed on what task you're required to perform?<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span></i>: I've absolutely no clue, I was just asked to join. You're the one who communicated with me, right?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><i>Reception</i></span>: Yeah, Am sorry Achuthan, Abhijeet has gone to meet a client in place of Yogesh Sir who is unwell today. He is supposed to be in charge of assigning you tasks. Please come tomorrow, same time! Extremely sorry.<br />
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Inconvenience regretted?? <b>Ouch!</b> I've damn traveled for 2 hours to reach this place I thought. But there was nothing anyone could. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">People don't fall sick purposely</span></i> I said to myself. Atleast I got the practice of coming on time. I comforted myself. The very first day in my professional career starts with a holiday, am surely <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">one in a million</span> I thought. It is not a one you took, rather it is a holiday thrust upon you, you moron; the logical self of mine smirked! Fair enough.<br />
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Whatever, it is a new beginning from tomorrow. A new role in life, period! I just found this song to be amazingly apt!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then the bliss; I was a graduate. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">ALL CLEAR</span>.</div><br />
All the years of hurt, pain and agony; both mental and physical seemed justified. In a jiffy all the memories flashed in front of me. Right from 9th July 2008 through 20th May 2011. This has not ended but just begun. Graduation life has died, the after-life awaits me with arms outstretched. Way to go....<br />
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After 3yrs am officially relieved from hostel life. Am back home. This song seems perfect!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its been a year; yet I still remember her face vividly; 379 days to be precise. Raji.. yes Raji was her name. She was wearing a white top with crisp blue denim. I was lost into oblivion waiting for the train when she approached me and...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: Hey, you are Akshay's friend <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Vishal</span> right?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: Yes, Why?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: Don't you remember me? We once met outside my college? .....Raji?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: Oh! So your Raji? Ya I know you. We have spoken about twice on the phone. He always keeps speaking about you..<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: Does he? A bit of misunderstanding between us. He gave me call I just ignored. I'll give him a call after some days. Just don't tell him you met me.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: Ya he gave you a call on the 3rd, he dint just call you, it was 5 times.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: How do... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">(I cut her)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me:</span> Even if I wish I cant tell him now, He died on that day!<br />
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I said coldly with a hint of anger and sadness in my voice. She was dumbstruck!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: What the hell are you telling me?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: Yes I was riding on a bike with him, I was pillion. We met with an accident and he died after an hour.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: What? How? Where?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: He wanted to do shopping and we were on our way when the truck ahead of us hit the brakes suddenly to avoid hitting a careless pedestrian. We were not able to apply the brake in time and rammed to the back of the truck and he hit his head.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: He always wears a helmet. What happened to the helmet?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: We were to buy a new helmet that day, so left the old one at home. We passed the helmet shop on the road but dint buy because he wanted a racing helmet. We'd have got it if we would have saved some extra cash on the way back from the shopping. I guess it was meant to be that way.<br />
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Her jaw dropped open. As I continued...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: When we hit the truck the bike was travelling at about 45 kmph. He tried to brake but could not due to rain and the tires slipped. He hit head first into the back of the dumper while I hit him from behind, pinning him further. The bystanders helped me get him to hospital. He writing in pain and out of the blue all what he said was "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Call Raji from my cell!</span>" It was then you got the call five times; you ignored! Of all he called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>you</b></span>.. Damn it!<br />
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The anger in my voice was starting to show up now.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: What? Why me? Why not his parents or anyone else? <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: Because he was always clear with his life. He never faked, always talking out what is there in the heart with zero justification no matter what. When people feel they gonna die they called their loved ones to say that they loved them or to tell them unsaid things. But he didn't need to do that, he was outspoken and frank, he always believed this <b>real buddies</b> would understand him. He was right! He wanted to tell you that because he told you he likes you, you don't have to reciprocate the feeling. He had made a statement not a asked you a question. You didn't understand it, created a misunderstanding and ignored his calls. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Hah!</span> he was wrong in choosing you out of the millions.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Raji</span>: Did he tell you all this? But how will I know?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">I said, looking directly into her eyes defiantly, with a unwavering</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">voice</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"> that held the cold subdued anger.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">Me</span>: Now, you never will! This is the exact difference between you and him. He never gave justifications; at least not to close ones. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Probably</span> somewhere deep inside he felt that you were not that close so he must have asked me to call you. He doesn't have to explain all this to me! I've known him since I've known things. I was his second conscience; he was mine. I've once heard "No-one is ever betrayed by true Love. Only deceived by infatuation and blinded by lust". After all its true...<br />
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She was standing in the crowd. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">I pushed her back into the same millions that Akshay had brought her out from.</span> Eyes moist and grasping for breath; that was the last time I saw her! As I left her there, I recalled this quote from the classic <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V_for_Vendetta">V for Vendetta</a> to be apt...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.</b></span> This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">[laughs]</span> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".</span></b>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-56926846665775773152011-07-06T21:24:00.001+05:302011-07-06T21:25:23.873+05:30Improvisation - Need of the day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all know that necessity is the mother of all inventions. Well here is a hilarious proof to this proverb and the age-old <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">cliché of <a href="http://achu89.blogspot.com/2011/06/quik-read-04.html">Where there is will there is a way</a> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">(Link to another topic on the same lines)</span></i>. A friend had mailed this to me long back. Just thought of sharing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Seat belt broken?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Electrical socket problem?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Book shelf damaged??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">GPS faulty??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">No ice box for party??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Cant see the ATM screen in the sun's glare??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Car make of another country??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Satellite dish getting wet??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Coffee heater malfunction??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Exhaust dragging??</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Need to feed as well watch TV??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">USB cables falling behind desk??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Well, I can fix it!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Challenges are high,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">the dreams are new,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">the world out there,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">is waiting for you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">dare to dream, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">dare to try, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">no goal is too distant, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">no star too high...</span></div></div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-82379339791300344142011-07-02T20:31:00.009+05:302011-07-06T07:08:04.761+05:30Networking - The Google way.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15P5hKFGB1UbZJdu1YT8KRPZgBxTTRug7aiU4KZTg9PMFNr2hheYKSFsiTrko3a8tXVmpILBIB8Wq-DsgFHL-O0ZywgA4ksZUlYVS1eDk2RtRpQtzZ3nnLPUotLFf8NXUQXMxZACiRA/s1600/google-plus-home-demo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15P5hKFGB1UbZJdu1YT8KRPZgBxTTRug7aiU4KZTg9PMFNr2hheYKSFsiTrko3a8tXVmpILBIB8Wq-DsgFHL-O0ZywgA4ksZUlYVS1eDk2RtRpQtzZ3nnLPUotLFf8NXUQXMxZACiRA/s400/google-plus-home-demo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been watching the internet space for the past 3-4 days and in all of them the talk about Google plus hogs the limelight. Even Facebook status of many of my friends says they want an invite if anyone has a spare. My relationship with Google has always been <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">special</span></b>. I was invited to join Google by my friend Siddharth Joshi way back in 2005 when it was pretty new in India. At that time Google mail was <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">invite only</span></i> and Internet in India at that time was synonymous with Yahoo. I was given an invite into Orkut by another friend of mine while it was still new and in beta testing stages; and now <a href="https://plus.google.com/116861785934409112166/about">Sreenivasulu Reddy Varikuti</a> sent me an invite just under 20 minutes after me asking for an invite through the status in Facebook. While many of my friends still are trying for the past 2-3days for an invite. Lucky me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First and foremost. I've always been a huge fan of Google. Can we imagine a day without it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I tried out their G+ and I must say am impressed, as always. The interface is very light and very friendly. Even the newest of the users on the Internet can get around easily there. The circles option is the best part. The interface looks like the old style telephone wherein you have to rotate the dial to input a number. To remove a person you just drag a person out of the dial and it just shoots up in smokes, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">poof</span>!! IMAO. To top it all, the friend suggesting algorithm is really great. More often than not it shows the right people in the right <i>circle</i>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">wonderful</span>. With huddle you can group chat with people via the android and even through SMS. Hangout lets u group chat in video with people, no need of Skype now. The plugin is very small and loads instantly. Sparks is very good for searching the latest news and killing time. All these not in Facebook are in G+</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While G+ may be new and not as eye catchy as Facebook, what really sets it apart is the user friendliness, its move to make networking more real and bringing the whole of the internet on your dashboard. The best part is that Google makes everything accessible using one single username over the vast products they offer from searches to maps to images to blogs!! It makes the life of a user easy by not having to through ten different accounts for twenty things, makes more sense, doesn't it? I reckon G+ is not only a better networking site but also the future of networking. I wouldn't be surprised if Google would be accused of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">killing Facebook</span> in the same way Facebook was accused of killing Orkut! It is vendetta and it is pay-back time..</div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">G+ is here to stay. Way to go G+ make networking</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>real from virtual</b></span>!!<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"><b>Note:</b> They will be rolling out the official G+ to the public soon. They are just testing and also its a marketing strategy using the Demand-supply concept. It will eventually fetch them more users... ooh how much I love and admire those Google guys!</span></i></div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com2Thane, Maharashtra, India19.181726 72.96086400000001519.119423 72.928907500000008 19.244029 72.992820500000022tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-15434405501837171632011-06-25T12:12:00.004+05:302011-06-25T12:48:02.252+05:30Remember me?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lo and behold,</div><div style="text-align: center;">am out there alone battling the cold,</div><div style="text-align: center;">fighting it am lying on the ground curled,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the memories in my head; they just swirl,</div><div style="text-align: center;">talks and promises out of the window you hurled,</div><div style="text-align: center;">killing me every moment; a new pain unfurled,</div><div style="text-align: center;">its all still here; but you are seen nowhere near,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the message, the letter, your scent on my sweater,</div><div style="text-align: center;">crying myself to sleep; an attempt to feel better,</div><div style="text-align: center;">my heart betrays me; to you it is so loyal,</div><div style="text-align: center;">still holds you as a princess whose is royal,</div><div style="text-align: center;">desperate to loosen on me your hold,</div><div style="text-align: center;">just wishing I could be like you so bold,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was your silver, I was gold,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Remember me??</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was once your<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>World!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>F.Y.I -</b></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;">The poem is written roughly in the shape of a heart. <i>( In-case you just failed to notice.)</i></span></div><br />
</div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667977726763203364.post-87756637653241667422011-06-23T15:03:00.006+05:302011-08-21T11:13:31.865+05:30Elusive template<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Life is a sequence nay you may say,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I stand with above; either work or play,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">system of love,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">and dirt it does shove,<br />
struggle; pain; victory; rest; again eventual birth,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">peace; happiness; joy; mirth then its dearth,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">trying to judge pattern in hertz,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This was the best being expressed by <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">fifty-five</span></i> unique words.<br />
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</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This is my first attempt at writing a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction">55 fiction</a>. Whats more special about this poem is that all the words here are used <b>only once</b> throughout the poem.</div></div>Center Shockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649902594496085368noreply@blogger.com3