tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87862102012-02-16T22:31:04.512+05:30I think, therefore I exist!!!!Kavithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18400582665851233867noreply@blogger.comBlogger1071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786210.post-29176021209018409762011-02-24T23:25:00.002+05:302011-02-24T23:26:43.666+05:30

I have heard this the first time, after I got married and I had always neglected it whenever I had heard it before. I was thinking it is a myth and did not pay much attention to it, unless it started it hitting me hard from all sides. I found couples around me talking about it and there was something or other going around me in wrong dimensions. I was worried I don’t fall a victim to the same

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ज़िन्दगी की आहट को तुम्हारी ज़रूरत थीतुम ना मिले सब कुछ मिलामिलने के बाद बिचडने का गम ने किया ये आलम || हमारा जो भी था छोड़ने को तयार हुएतो पता चलातुम लौटथे ही – सब कुछ जो भी था मेराकबका खो गया और में फिर से बन गए तेरी || अब तेरी रहकर राह न मिले तोतुम लगा लेना गले से और कह देना ज़माने से कीएक ही तो ‘कविता’ है जो मेरी थीअब बर्पूर मेरी होकर रहेगी ||

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How much ever I try to remember, The more it is difficult for me to bring those memories. How much ever I try to rack my memory, The more difficult it is for me to recreate those moments. But this much is so true that - I know not what, when and how things could have been It happened in a daze and went in a flash There are years that have gone by knowing not “where you have been?” “What you were

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How far can any of us who swear by the word “Friendship” and the word “Love for Friends” can do it beyond any boundary? I just came across a friendship that is irresistible and unbroken even after the friend who is in with you does not recognize you as the friend you have been. This is from one of my friends from the Community of Illayaraja (IR), who happened to notice this extra-ordinary

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Mother, is someone who gives life to us…! Dad, is someone who holds our breath till we last…! I agree, mother nourishes us and brings us forth into this world Dad gives us all the necessary things to get us flourishing…! We learn to walk, talk, laugh and cry on his hands and soul…! We report and deport to him as and when we can, He is there even when you don’t want him…. He is there in all your

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Oh! It was for you that I learnt so much…! It was you who saw me grow from a small girl to a maiden You are the one who brought in so many changes You stood by me when I failed You stood by me when I fared, fled and came back…! You saw me fall in love and raise in hate… You filled me with joy when you poured You had me sway in happiness when you gave me that warmth…! You are the one I always lorn

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Did I ever tell you? You are so sweet and dear…! You make me shiver… You make me shudder… You make me smile and shun away in shy! You make me feel wet… You make me yonder in love…. You make me wait for you… You make me drool for you! I just love the way you are….! So pure, so white…and so sharp that you prick me with your love. You are my thirst and you drench me with a shower…! Every time I am

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Dragging myself, I got into the boring office. Swing door slid, I thought, “Gosh, 6 hours to go before I get out of that door.” I heard, “Hey Kavi, I recognized your voice from the library.” Bewildered I said, “Hey Sujay, good to see you.” I looked forward with a smile stuck to my face.

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Kumar, I want to tell you something. Yeah, tell me…my love…! It is your fault; if only you listened to me. What? Yes, when I asked you to stop the other night. Did I not stop it? – moving closer to her, clutching around her hips. Well, you didn’t and the window pane is smashed.

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Yesterday, morning I could see the school kids back at my bus stop, we share the same space to board onto our respective buses…they to their school and me to my office. They are accompanied by people they can relate to, mom, dad, thatha (grand-dad), patti (grand-mom), sister, brother or the maid of the house. I could see some faces brightened by the sight of their own kinsmen standing…some

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Some people have this amazing passion and zeal to do things and go to the extent of even giving up their soul for the purpose of it…! I am surprised and amazed by and I really wonder what stirs them…!? Really, I have no clue…I always have found to give my 99% of myself to every aspect I do…there is still that 1% that holds on to me and never lets go even after I have that immense trust and

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A strong beam of sunlight crosses their path and intervenes between their faces and they both close their eyes for a second. She tries to open her eyes and take a look at him, no the ray is blindfolding, she is not able, trying again…again…and again, but no, she lets go of her hand and guards against the beam held across her forehead to look into those eyes. She sees nothing but a pale

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Her dad comes in and sits on her study table and waits for her to come in completely. She just waits at the door, comes near him and sits on the bed. Both of them look at each other and smile…why is it difficult to talk when you want to? She looks at him once again and smiles, he does the same and then clears his throat and starts off with whatever he wanted to tell. “Sandy, I have never seen

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It is the face that was very close to her and very much dear to her. She actualizes it is her dad and wonders what is he doing, there? “Sandy(Sandhya), where were you? Why did you not attend our calls? We got really worried. What’s wrong child, are you all right?” “Uhm…yeah dad, I am fine. But where is the other person, where did he vanish, now?” looking around. “Who the other person…?” “Urgh,

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It is half past seven and still Sandhya is breaking over some calculations on her desk. She can’t be at peace still she gets that right and leave for the day. This calculation of hers has made her forget the ordeal at the dawn and her beautiful dream of hers. It being that time of the year, when the nights are longer and days shorter…it was just being a little late than a pleasant evening it

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It is a dark alley. Nothing is visible even after your eyes adjusting to the surrounding, walking down it was like walking without an aim and endlessly knowing not for what…but she could not stop. She kept hurrying though, through the alley and could see a ray of light from the further side and suddenly her heart wished for hope and almost ran towards it is. She knew not why or for what but

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Well, it has been really a long time since I sat back in a relaxed manner and listened to the sounds of the surrounding…!Don’t know when was the last time it happened…must be when I was going to school and those lazy sunday afternoons when you don’t have much to do after a long and delicious lunch of your mom’s….you feel that the television is boring, the songs played on the radio is boring,

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It is now almost lazy summer afternoons and after a hard week at the office, all you do on these hot afternoons is to have your own siesta or pick up an unnecessary conversation with your own siblings or family or your spouse or friends and end up with grudges that eat up the rest of the afternoon….and evening! In one such afternoon, when the whole family somehow tries to sleep over the

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Ending -1 : They both were wondering what kind of a situation is this, why aren’t they considered before deciding anything and next time they are not going to let it happen this way. Will control the situation next time something like this happens. Now, the next time will always be a different experience and it never happens as you intend to happen. I patronize with the reader, who thinks

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It often happens with us, we tend to see a person for more than once and end up seeing that person again and again, even if we don’t want to see them or even have a slightest inclination to have a glance of them….something like ‘selective perception’. That is what exactly happens here, almost most of the days they find each other either standing there for the bus or in the bus in the

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The minute and the hour hand are dragging by and it looks like they are wound to each other and not seeming to move for the past, fifteen minutes. The book in the hand isn’t doing any help either, the mind is still unrest and every now and then the thought of why, how and when keeps popping up? There is lot of noise around and people seem to gather and depart as the buses ply by! The much

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Hmmm....I know, I am one of them but don't know how much of what I have said here will justify whatever is being said here....I will do justice up to the extent possible...I request the men folk to add to it and tell me....If I was right! :) Yesterday, night I sat watching television and some scenes from a teleserial caught my sight and was astonished by the scene and the subtlety of it....!

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It was early morning, Mohan tossed and turned on his bed, and he could hear the distant coo of a bird and the adjoining sound of a female coo…to it. He thought, ‘Damn, it is only day-break and I am not able to sleep, what has happened to me…I don’t want to get up…the manager is not in today…I can be late to office…Oh! Please doze off….’ No, his mind did not heed neither his sleep…he woke up

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Today, was the last exam of my tenth standard, the first level of crossing for an individual…this exam decides the physical state of a person…I have done it too today…this exam results will unfold my future and I will know what I am to become or pursue to live the life I breath in. I have done my exams well and hope to fair well in my life too, but never know what is in store for you unless you

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I finished this novel last week itself but did not find time to write about it…and to add it all the finish of the novel was a bit too contradictory to the whole novel……..involving Karma and the legendary Hindu Goddess with her three inevitable forms of avatar… delving into one single force of Power and Eternity! Now, ou might be wondering what is this all about….!! Will unfold!!! This book seems

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Hmmm….! I never watch movies just like that and I don’t intend to watch every other movie…I rarely watch movies and when someone recommends it…I dare do it just for avoiding the repeated questioning ! So far haven’t felt bad after watching a recommendation….and here is one such movie…! This movie is another war movie on the same subject of Nazi, the rivalry between the Jews, French and Germans

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Inspired by a conversation between me and my mother…! As a toddler She is a pretty little thing That walks and talks with her The plaything that makes her wonder?! As a grown-up She is the smart girl in the locale That keeps her always on toes The flower bud, that makes her bewilder?! As a teenager She is the Queen Rival – outright The praises and looks that she deserves Are here’s now, without

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It’s been a year already and there is so much of memories that we still speak of and refer to some things and practices that we were used to being part of this corporal of business activity – and that is spoke and referred to is only half of what we have experienced here!! Hmmm…..Nobody thought last year would be of so much problem for the employees of Satyam Computer Services !!! There was

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Here…it is that time of the year…! When the year that brought you so many memories…Is going to be replaced with a ‘New’ and ‘Fresh’ year…. Continue with the same Valor and Vigor…..Wishing you all the readers ‘A Very Prosperous and Fabulous Happy New Year’!!!

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Hi Readers............(Addressing to people who do click here :-))!I have a new address nowadays and I am more active there than here...what to do for want of time am not able to make updates to this address as well...Hoping to grow much so that I employ a professional to do the updates for me...!! Just kidding...with a insatiable growth urge - monetarily and carrier wise he..he..he!!!!The new

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How important is the external appearance in ‘Phase of LOVE’? I am asking this question because today morning someone I don’t talk to but acknowledge each others presence each day…had opened to me and asked me, “Madam, Should I make any changes to my teeth or should I leave it just like this?” At first I did not understand but answered, “You are just fine, why do want to change anything?” I could

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Marriages…Marriages?! Ugh! Phew! Who had made this rule? Each parent who has a girl child in the age of 20 onwards is worried only of this aspect and nothing else? Ugh! When will this world change and give the women the right to earn like a man and be responsible like a man…!!! I am fed up? I never knew my own family would also react to me like this? All they can think of possible BAKRA’s {

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On my journey to Chennai this weekend, I came across a couple who sat next to me in the Aerospace bus to airport. Unlike me, who was traveling to the final destination of the bus, they got down several stops before me. The striking thing that I found in this couple is the care and affection they had and showed for each other. I don’t know whether they were husband and wife or just companions or

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Living in metro cities and the plush locales of the city, one common feature I watch everyday - "Walk the dog". Well, everywhere else there are these street dogs that are targeted for all the other reasons except for a beautiful morning walk, sometimes in the cold mornings, sometimes in the sunny mornings, sometimes in the foggy mornings and sometimes in the dullest mornings. It is so funny,

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My third interest and one of the important aspects of my life is ‘writing’. I am not talented and I am not a perfect writer, in terms of world standards and requirements. But, I know I just fine to say a few things about myself and about the things I feel and reciprocate!Now, I guess reading a lot made me write simultaneously. Even otherwise to improve my handwriting, I had written a few passages

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Does this title invoke oddment in you; believe me more riveting in reading it!? I will clarify the shortened form of the title does not refer to any ‘Censorship Certification’ for any film that I am to demonstrate!!! It has been few days; I have been thrown out of my comfort zone and let me be wandering in the wilderness.I am lost and there is darkness all around me. I look up at the skies above

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Series -2Hmm…it has been a little too long a gap between my series 1 and 2. My second interest in life after music is books!!!I started this flair also quite young! I remember, when I lived in Calcutta (now, Kolkata), I used to travel to my hometown, Salem by The Coromandel Express. These train journeys were fun and great thing to look forward.The meal in the train, the home food packed in dubba’

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Series II am transfixed by the sentence, ‘Leave me alone’. Heard this sentence from the days of school and had even wondered what it meant, until I grew up and started confronting with my parents for all the things they asked me to do and I royally reflected back saying, “Leave me, alone…” These ‘Leave me, alone…’ sessions were so huge that they brought in many activities that later became a

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A particular act of the masses has been so much levying on my mind for some days that I am not able to come out of it and how much ever I try to rationalize with the act, in vain. With the advent of civilization came the usage of baths, toiletries, toilets, and places of private usage. But in today’s modern world in the concrete buildings and huge structures of offices in cities, this small

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Here is my contribution to this blog. I am not saying whatever, I henceforth; say is absolutely right or wrong! I just felt like saying this after all being spent my life till now in an environment that has been cohesive to both the genders of life. I drive some nonsensical theory to the all accumulated glib about the other gender with whom I spend about 1/3 of my lifetime right through schooling

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It has been two months since I touched this blog of mine with some good or bad write-ups or even written about my expressions to my life.There has been lot happening at this side and the world across. I had been also been affected by some two major episodes of life at large in this world.The big and most devastating news of the 'King of Pop' - he reigns no more!He was a legend and he made music

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Have it occurred to you that every journey we take ends at an appropriate time and then we go on as if it did exist in the past?Same thing is called the “Process of Life” in other words. I am at the end of the road from where I can see two roads parting in the front; one is like the less traveled and the other more traveled. This reminds me of Robert Frost, ‘The Road Not Taken’.What shall I do,

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I just read a fellow blogger write about me....this is the second time another blogger wrote about me in the same space that we share day in and day out....!!!!I wondered what made them write about me...Still wondering, Why?!I feel obliged by their comments and inspirations that they bring to my soul...the hardest content on this planet is to bring a satisfaction to the inner self of a human

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Hmm…I am describing a strange happening here today. I am not able to come to terms with the feelings of the occurance. I am just wondering, why I am not reacting normal to it or am I behaving abnormally?It was a fine Saturday morning, I was at my hostel, it was quite and calm. The day started as usual with the gup-shup over morning coffee and then the detailed plan for the day. We (I, another 2

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Hey, heave a sigh of relief…the ordeal is over.I congratulate every one of you, my friends at Satyam who stood by and saw this day happen. I could not be with you all and share the joy, but I sincerely wish you luck from all my heart!!!The day is not far when you build the company, as you all have done. The sun is out and will shine!!!

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Quiz 21 Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA

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Quiz 19 Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA

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It’s been a long time, I have been hearing about a lot of Gods Men and their help to the distressed ‘Men Folk’ of the world. Raising them to the upper strata of life, enjoying and at the same time being happy within them.It all translates into absolute bliss and there is so much of talk about relieving, stress therapies, and various centers of concentrated camps (Yeah, kind of!!!) where you can

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What do you feel looking at it for the first time? I remember I was in 6th standard when I saw the Taj Mahal for the first time, I accept it was a long years back in my life, but the memories of seeing such a beautiful architecture was fascinating and still vivid in my memory. Before, I personally visiting this place the first memory of this place was seeing it in a beautiful crafted movie by

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In my times of confusion and helplessness, I always wondered there must be something more to do. I always wondered am I missing an important sign that my mind along with my logical brain tries to comprehend the situations. This kind of situation puts me into a lot of introspection as to what, why and how?I have lived in various places right from childhood and every time I settle at a place I will

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I was in the auto waiting for the signal to change so that this huge bus behind the auto moves forward and I reach the destination in the appointed time. The wait was killing me and I was feeling annoyed that I had to fruitlessly wait on this auto on this junction of road wondering and calculating every second of the time amongst the blaring horns and smokes from the carburetor depositing on my

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Yesterday, I was in my hostel and I was browsing on my laptop and my friend who shares my room was also awake and giving me company. She was hooked on to her laptop and I was on mine and the time was about 11.00 pm. We were discussing various things along with the laptops up and running. We discussed things like, company, work, life, family, girls, boys, television…anything. You know, girls can

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This is a very much a meagre representation of what nature displayed to us yesterday.Did you watch the sky yesterday?The planets Venus and Jupiter had been seen clinging to the cresent of the Moon, yesterday on the sky to represent a beautiful smiley!!!I wished badly I had a camera to capture it!!! Alas!!!An Unexpected Event happens when least Expected!!!!

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Let us see some histrionics of this city, fondly called ‘Madras’ and then an incident that happened with me when I first got to Madras. The Madras city is one of the oldest and the capital of the state Tamil Nadu in India. It the country's fourth-largest city. It is located on the Coromandel Coast of the Bay of Bengal. It has an estimated population of 7.45 million by the 2005 census. This city

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The city that we all now know as Chennai is fondly remembered by me as ‘Madras’ and people who belonged to the city before the years of 1996 would also like to refer it to ‘MADRAS’. The name Madras is from the word Madraspattinam, a fishing village that lay to the north of Fort St. George. History has a lot of confusions as to what is the origin of the name, what its name should be and what it is

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All was well and he seemed to be doing good till his obsession got the better of him. He started feeling that people were noticing him, he felt being followed, he felt people keeping a constant watch over him, and he felt he is being watched more than he watching people for their behavior.That‘s it he felt uncomfortable and fell into a deep well of self-pity and started feeling conscious of his

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I am irritated by the question since yesterday, night. Did you watch what has happened? Mumbai has been attacked by terrorists? Did you watch NDTV news? It is running live? What a bad situation, na? No, place is safe, na? So many have lost lives? So many have causalities? What is in INDIA store for? I mean, only now, people have or seen INDIA, as a country? What happened, when people were

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It was mailer announcement for SALSA DANCE classes for those who are interested, I was just looking at the picture and the beautiful couple in a pose, in poster that is replicated here.I was impressed by the couple and their pose, so mind started rattling and I wondered what if they had been alive and what would they have conversed...So here is what he says to her!!!!*****************************

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Working in the IT sectors of the city, he used to stay almost about 8-10 hours away from his small home cum living room that was placed in the well-known area of the city, but lost in the crowd.He is less known among his surrounding and almost invariably remains unknown of the fear that he might be spotted to be extremely handsome and invite troubles because of it….His work is only solace and

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This post has to have beeen posted on 29th September, better late than never.......I happened to watch the two movies that are being raved about in the recent times, 'A Wednesday' and 'ROCK ON'. I am impressed or at least it caught my attention and I wanted to say a few words, so here you go.Yes, accepted that Bollywood broke the bounds of usual cinema techniques, trends and formulae’s and came

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Have you ever wondered what we have in common to the bus stands, railway stations and airports? Yes, I have and always wondered, why? Like these places have two acts ‘arrivals and departures’….life also has this same feature in a unique fashion with the only difference is here you make the choices of arrival and departure.Having my education done in different parts of India and stayed at various

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Small things in life used to give me great pleasure and a sense of satisfaction in the days that are gone by. Now, I have all the affordable comforts of life but still I don’t have the time to sit back and enjoy these days….I remember my school days with reverence to them as I have my fond memories locked in there. I still remember the days, when I used to listen to the Vividh Bharati before

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I have a small mind of mineThat rakes my soul for answersI don't know or rather feel frightful at the answerI look into bleakness and expect itTo answer back!!!I wonder if there was anybody at the other endWould come to my rescuseBut I am not able to see, they helping me!!!I sent prayers and wishes for itWhen I get it I don't knowWhat to do with them!!!What state of a mind is thisI live with!!!

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I am sitting here in Hyderabad and wondering when things will come on by itself and the remaining pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fall into place and relieve me of this small unknown fear in my mind come to an end.Don’t ask me what I am undergoing as I am not in a state to explain. But this is for sure that I am not asking for things for that are not liable to me?As far as I see, I have been looking

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Chapter Four6th May 19916:00 amMa, it is going to rain hard, look, somebody has got up early. How come, brother you so early, Huh, going college, I guess…Well, we shall see how far this goes. Ma, don’t blame me for the changes that happen…Krish, gives one tight look at her sister and starts to chase her as she runs away from his clutches as he tries to shackle her for whatever she blabbered

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Chapter Three9th February 20051:00 pmReaching, the cabin of doc Krish, she is wondering whether to enter or return without making an effort.She looks back and finds the floor empty, devoid of any human presence, her mind orders her, Now….She wonders what she is going to talk to him. She does not know him? Oh! Kavya, how bore, please leave, before you bring more humiliation to yourself.You were

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Chapter Two9th February 200511:00 amShe does not notice his stares, nor does she recognize him. His face is covered with the attire of a doctor ready to operate. She asks somebody to scrub [this is process, basically covering up the body of the doctor with sheets, gloves and face masks] and the nurses in the room help her, meanwhile, she interrogates them…“What is induced? What is the proportion

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Chapter One 9th February 200510:30 am“Doc Krish; please come to the ER, stat [this word ‘stat’ means immediately in medical parlance].” – The public addressing system, was paging for Krish. It was an emergency, a hit and run case.The leading surgeon of the city, Dr. Krishnan Rangarajan, was being called as he was on duty for the day at the St. Estella Hospital. He was doing his routine check-up

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The end of the road, the coffee shop, so inviting, somebody opened the doors of the shop to get out, the smell of coffee gets mixed with the air. She turns her head slowly, looks at the shop, blinks, the wordings on the glass door says, “A lot can happen over coffee.” smiling to herself, she enters the shop. At the further end of the shop, there is a guy who is immersed in a book he is reading,

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He started off with my blog, praising my writing style, and the varied subjects I write. He asked me to continue writing…on and on. I was flying high in the sky and I could touch cloud number 9 and float, when my brain started working, it said, Idiot, open your mouth and talk and tell the same about him. I asked ‘who is it’? It said ‘Stupid talk…’Then, I slowly blurted out, your poems are good [

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OK, so where we (not you and I) were this is; he and me!!! So, we were at the coffee day point when we ordered for a coffee.Now, this attendee acts very smart either by looking at me blinking wide eyes and open mouth either thought I am first timer to the IT background or to the Coffee day coffee, and tries to act smart and prove that he is smart donkey (wanted to A**, but being a modest girl,

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I happened to meet a fellow blogger on the pretext of showing each other our faces for we have for some time talking to each other on our official blog and the communicator with lets us communicate even sitting close by or further away a few blocks. So, we plan to meet each other. We set up a time and everything is set. I am married and the blog or the communicator does not give away my status

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Prologue It was the season of spring. The city was blooming, harnessing the colors of life and nature, the birds were happy chirping, the newly-weds were joyous, the newborn were invited, there was pomp and prosperity everywhere.Kavya, was jubilant and enjoying her newly gained freedom. She was almost all alone, in the city with no one to control her movements, give her statements of proper

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Today, morning I was listening to songs on my way to office. It has now become a kind of ritual in the mornings and evenings, as I have to travel a distance of one and half hour journey to office everyday and back home. Left with no other options, can't read a good book, thanks to the Roller Coaster Ride, I get every day in and out, and just chilling out listening to music on my iPod is the best

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In the city, on a hot summer afternoon, busy streets, heavy traffic, blaring horns, and dust from the exhaust pipes were really adding to the sultry weather. The Sun, beaming from the high skies and relentlessly making people profusely sweat, unhappy with the climate, the people were carrying forward their daily chores. The offices and the buildings, with the heavy AC ducts and ventilators were

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I loved the rain, this morning. Wake Up! Wake Up! It is morning and the time is 6’oclock – the alarm clock on the bed side table woke me up, reluctant to wake up I just snoozed my alarm, pulled the blanket up and covered my head and rolled back to sleep, turning to my right. It was bit chilly and it was still dark, I was just answering my mind, why it had to dawn so early. Does it not know that

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Well, as said before songs have become an inseparable part of my BUSY life. I am hooked to this song since yesterday night. I wasn't a regular Orkuter, but got recently used to it. One of the forums or community, I am a regular visitor or scarper, is the Community of Illayaraja. Guys, there (community) are really doing some service to the Music Composer, who has now rocked the Tamil Film Industry

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I saw this title in one of the leading newspapers of India. It has been posed to several school going youngsters, and have asked them to answer to it. Though the answers are varied and each one of them has answered in their own way. But centralized under the same context that, August 15, 1947 India got freedom from Slavery. It got its freedom, from Britain. The sacrifice of various Indians in

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She reaches her office at about ten minutes to nine and that is almost her usual. Resting her things on her table she settles on her chair. Leaning against her chair with closed eyes, she is trying to tranquilize herself to pursue the tasks ahead for the day. She hears a soft clattering noise against the window behind her, it had started to drizzle and slowly the drizzle was churning into a

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Many a times, we come across this modest feature in our daily lives. I have been a target of it and I am sure most of us can relate to this situation described here. We see a lot of strangers in the most common places, such as bus stops, restaurants, city traffics, neighborhood, the next flat, the office corridor, coffee points, ticket counters, on a journey, so on and so forth. But we just don’t

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As a kid, a teenager and a lady, I really liked rain and the pleasant feeling of getting wet in the pure and chill drops of water from above the sky. I have always looked forward for the rains on summer afternoons and the dry seasons of life as well. Many a times, when I had been in school and college, I have knowingly forgotten the umbrella (an invention of man) at home so that I can get wet in

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It has been some months now, in this new office of hers and has almost settled down to know people around her and address them by their first-name. She now knows where everyone sits and works from, where things lie in this office of hers, the approach and the city that beautifully spreads across the shores of the Arabian Sea.Balu and Janavi have the same wavelength and both have similar likes and

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Balu is a bit fidgety about his state now. He wants to recall a message, he sent from his mailbox. He wonders if he recalls will the mail be deleted from his sweet heart’s mailbox or won't? What is she going to think of it? What if she rackets about the mail to her friends? Shall, I send her a mail asking her to ignore the previous mail and just go ahead and delete it. Oh! God! How stupid, I have

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Leaves, gently slowly they fall,The length so clear, it certainly touches the dust.Look…!Contagious shape,Its lifeless drynessLook at the drift.Like an impatient lover’s kissThat falls closer to the lady’s cheek.So low and dull the voice,Like the derail that fell,On the lady’s nape Look, an ever gracious fall…!

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Without You… Life is so dull. What shall I say? I love you more than ever! Ever since you left, The nights and days, Seem so dreary and devilish. Certain days of beauty, Came to a sudden hush; I know you aren’t the Redeemer. Do come back to me… For I am longing more, than ever I can say. Every single life of mine, is readily rendered for you, Just come back, my

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Memory strikes in me, Making me wonder Why am I, here? Mustering all my strength… I am sending, My soul along with your memories, To join hands with you forever and ever.

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You are always presentWith an enduring absence…!

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The sweet murmurs of my heart Is being enchanted by you name!

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I disown you My treasures turned to belongings. I despair you My reverences turned to strangeness. I dislike you My delights turned to horrors. I misbehave you My pleasures turned to destiny. I saw you My hatred turned to indulgence. I heard you My negligence turned to indulgence. I dreamt you My remembrance turned to memory. I liked you My destiny turned to

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It was a pleasure, Mild and bitter. It was a relish, Brewed and raw. It was a delight Ensured and forwarded. It was a dessert, Devoured and desiccated. It was a royalty, Engaged and authentic. It was purity Heartened and spirited. It was all worth ‘Waiting for You’, Waiting for you was it all…!

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I was here, on the banks of life… Waiting solely and patiently, Till life takes care of me! The soul in me was crying, For the pain aging and dying, Along the banks, till dawn to dusk, No matter, who came and went. I knew I was incomplete. Several songs and tunes, Gathering around to fill my soul, None could compare to the song of ‘you’! You were with me, My life and soul

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Leaves, gently slowly they fall, The length so clear, it certainly touches the dust. Look…! Contagious shape, Its lifeless dryness Look at the drift. Like an impatient lover’s kiss That falls closer to the lady’s cheek. So low and dull the voice, Like the derail that fell, On the lady’s nape Look, an ever gracious fall…!

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I don’t know but something about this film is disturbing me. The hero of this movie has got some good voice, looks and all.Doing things for someone whom you love, going out of your way to make someone happy from inside………..feelings unknown and will last a lifetime.

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Conversation 1:Hey, I love you.I love you too, dear……………. (Hmmm)What do you mean?I mean what I said………….I love you, truly, madly, deeply.Conversation 2:Just a minute hold on, honey……… I have another call.Yeah, baby. I love you, you please take care. Ok.I too love you………………dear.Conversation 1: (After a gap of that looks like an eternity)Sorry, dear have kept you waiting so long. That dude did not

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Living in this century looks like a farce. You, see a lot of changes around you nowadays that most of them threaten you and make you feel so archaic. No, no……… I don’t belong to the age of Hyder Ali’s, but yes, I belong to a world where there were a lot of tabooed things around the world of young people.Is it that I have grown old or have things, nearby, me changed? I am not able to come to face

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