tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27539132756433185342024-02-07T01:39:42.998-08:00The Perpendicular UniverseImpossible is Nothing :)Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-2946287648521561272014-03-06T08:46:00.002-08:002014-03-06T08:46:09.725-08:00~~~COLLEGE DAYS~~~(Last Part) :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Wrote this about 6 months back:<br />
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This is about a boy who would always enter the classroom late, about a stud who convinced every student on campus that entering late in classroom is a privilege not a shortcoming, about a boy who turned a man in style ;) This post about him has been due since a long time; but inspired by him, this is late too ;) I speak of Anil Meena, naam toh suna hi hoga.
To be honest, I did not notice this guy till about a month of joining college. And to be even more honest, I did not notice him till about the middle of second year when our class went out for a trip to Nainital. Reason being, he looked like a 'lafanga' - the one who smirks at every girl who passes by. On the trip, he was one of the only three guys who had come in a group of almost 25 of us. So all girls came to know - ki jo dikhta hai woh hota nahi hai, and jo hota hai woh dikhta nahi hai :D In short, 'hey! Anil is not a lafanga. Lets start speaking to him regularly'. :D<br />
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Wrote this today :) :<br />
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Ideally, this should have been a fun post and I should have posted of all the nonsense that we have done in the company of each other. But, surprisingly, I have decided to write some serious stuff. One reason being that I have learnt a lot from Anil. Here are some of the many things. Also, for the first time, in the history of this blog, am going to make use of the 'f' word, as a tribute to my friend. <br />
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<li>Be fucking cool!</li>
<li>Don't give a fuck to the past!</li>
<li>Don't give a fuck to what others think of you!</li>
<li>Fuck people who don't care!</li>
<li>Love what you do, do what you love</li>
<li>Don't save money; spend it on things you love doing</li>
<li>Love your job, or quit it</li>
<li>Work hard, party harder</li>
<li>Patience is the key to success</li>
<li>Groom and vroom</li>
<li>Drink beer and chill </li>
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Thank you Anil for being a wonderful part of my life. You are one of the best people I know and I would never want to let go of you. You've enlightened my life in ways that even you are not aware of. And sorry for making this a serious post; I just let my emotions flow :)<br />
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The memories of the past are drifting away. Time moves on and so do we.
All things, good or bad, fade away with time.This is my last post on
College Days. I hope you guys had fun reading all of them. Cheers :)<br />
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Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-83841237378059698652013-09-30T10:05:00.003-07:002013-10-01T13:32:11.124-07:00~Am the girl from WULMUL WULMUL WONDER :)~<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I had never felt this dull and de-motivated in life before. My job sucked and I was struggling to cope up with relations. I found myself faced with negativity and utter boredom. I could not even remember the last time I’d gone on a vacation with friends and family. I was busy yes, but they were all busy too. Distances tend to bring distances and slowly we had all drifted apart. One fine day, I decided to pack my bags and set off to a random place. I wanted to set out! – away from the hustle bustle of this buzzing world; away from the daily pressure of deadlines; away from the expectations of an ever demanding world – to a place where I could find myself back.<br></br>
I reached the New Delhi Station at 6 a.m. in the morning. As usual, railway stations never sleep, and even at this hour it overflowed with people. I managed to make my way through to the ticket counters and stood there for a while, trying to decide where to travel to. I had thought of nearby places like Agra or Alibagh, but I wasn’t sure how much I would enjoy these on a solo trip. As I looked around – a very strange site caught my eyes: an empty ticket counter, which read “Tickets to wulmul wulmul wonder”. I rubbed my eyes hard to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I reached the counter to find a lady sitting there, smiling away to glory. I enquired: “Madam what place is this; never heard of it”. She replied in a sweet husky voice, “If you believe in God and if you think he loves you, don’t think twice. Just buy the tickets!!”. <i>‘What the hell is she talking about’</i>, was my instant reaction. After a little thought I bought the tickets. I took them from her, and looked down to check the platform number. To my horror, the ticket read ‘Platform no. 9 ¾’. My jaw dropped! I know that I am a die-hard fan of Harry Potter but that definitely does not imply that this lady will kid with me in this wild way. I looked up to blast her, but my world shook when I found myself standing in front of a wall instead of the counter! <i>‘Oh boy, what the hell was going on???!!’</i><br></br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRbOb9QOiV0t_Sa1AAdkc0tiRWVrjqnSbN0j_ryBzomny1hbET3S5wZbA5Y6ONgLk1hsCHetww1K1pYPCvvXzF7FFzVzJIk4PGbN2oKZAA41ZkGjv67w0TJUaL4gFl3TaWB_vcDk6pOGy/s1600/Wul+mul.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRbOb9QOiV0t_Sa1AAdkc0tiRWVrjqnSbN0j_ryBzomny1hbET3S5wZbA5Y6ONgLk1hsCHetww1K1pYPCvvXzF7FFzVzJIk4PGbN2oKZAA41ZkGjv67w0TJUaL4gFl3TaWB_vcDk6pOGy/s400/Wul+mul.png" /></a></div><br></br>
I made my way towards platform number 9, still trying to recover from the shock. <i>‘All these days of depression have probably left me crazy and I must be imagining things’</i>, is all I could tell myself at that point of time. I was not surprised to see a huge pillar standing midway between platforms 9 and 10. Not thinking too much, I decided to run into it, as in the movie. I did, and I saw myself standing on Platform 9 ¾. Only difference here as compared to the movie was that I found the platform absolutely empty. The train showed a green signal and started moving. I don’t know what was compelling me to do this, but I ran as fast as I could and managed to catch the train.<br></br>
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As I entered the compartment, the most marvellous site appeared before me: a buffet with my favourite food!! Super hungry that I was, I ran to the table and started hogging every bit of it! All varieties of pizzas, pastas, dhoklas, chocolates, etc etc went right into my mouth, to be squashed down with my favourite soft drinks and mocktails! Soft music played in the background, and a powerful aroma of fresh roses refreshed the atmosphere. I wrapped up the feast with some delicious desserts and then went ahead to explore the other compartments. All this while, I wasn’t thinking much – what, why, where. It all seemed to be part of a reality show and I wouldn’t be surprised if any one of Salman Khan from Big Boss or Cyrus Brocha from MTV Bakra would suddenly blast into the train accompanied by flashy cameras.<br></br>
Anyways, I went ahead to explore the other compartments and to my amazement, each one of them had something or the other to offer: a marvellous collection of best-selling books I have always wanted to read, an exhaustive collection of music and movies DVDs, a home theatre, a gaming zone with the latest version of x-box, and everything imaginable when one thinks of ‘fun’. I was swooned and tried my hand at everything. <i>‘This was awesome and legendary!!’</i><br></br>
I was so involved in the endless entertainment that I did not realize just how much time I’d been on that super amazing train. Suddenly, I realized that the train had halted. I went outside the compartment to check. I was there. I had reached the land of Wulmul Wulmul wonder. I stepped out of the train. All I could now see was a door which seemed to be flashing something. It seemed to have a TV screen on it. I went near it to see what it read. And what I saw was unbelievable:<br></br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfr60t1fQIQ5awuRxrvYN4ugBETgKRk0ibrGpqBicxU3_2zuJtBGPdeK4-rmGNrn0UGmvPP8jCPEu2yKey7EzAlEp0W7eCr77bYPJ2rsunND7ilzcZPGACNa_DxplODt_ydufzp7CElg7/s1600/Picture3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfr60t1fQIQ5awuRxrvYN4ugBETgKRk0ibrGpqBicxU3_2zuJtBGPdeK4-rmGNrn0UGmvPP8jCPEu2yKey7EzAlEp0W7eCr77bYPJ2rsunND7ilzcZPGACNa_DxplODt_ydufzp7CElg7/s400/Picture3.png" /></a></div><br></br>
I placed my finger on the ‘Touch here for suggestions’ tab. <i>‘Whoa!’</i> There appeared a list of all fascinating tourist destinations – from Kashmir to South Africa to Honolulu and far-fetched places I’d not even dreamt of ever visiting. I touched California and another list of places within the state appeared. I chose ‘Disneyland’! I then moved to suggestions for the person I would like to visit this place with. A huge list of all the people I have ever known in my life popped up, including those I loved, those I loved and lost, and those I hated. I scrolled down to search for the name of a person who was once my best friend-turned-boyfriend, someone I’d have the most fun with, but somehow we’d fallen apart a year back for reasons I didn’t wish to remember. There it was; his name – Arpit – my long lost friend. I chose his name. Then gently I pushed the door knob and walked inside.<br></br>
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As I walked inside, I saw the silhouette of a man standing right in front of Disneyland. As I moved towards him, his face became clearer and I saw him looking at me, with that same heavenly smile and those kind eyes that knew only love. I came close to him, and without saying a word, we hugged. Memories of the past rushed back. About a year back, he chose to leave me alone for someone else. But right here right now, I either had an option to cry and blame him for the past or live the present moment. I decided to go with the latter. Somehow I felt, this was the Arpit I’d met on the first day of college – the happy guy who cared about everyone. It seemed that Wulmul Wulmul wonder had actually filtered and sent the best version of my friend minus what had gone wrong in the later stages of life. What more could I have asked for. Thank you Wulmul Wulmul Wonder! The world around appeared the same – excited children, doting parents, couples in-love – which meant we were actually in Disneyland and this was not a figment of our imagination. Like the good old days we went hand in hand, into Disneyland, and into hours of exuberance. In life, we choose to leave some people, and some people choose to leave us. What we forget sometimes is that even if hell breaks loose, we should never let go of someone who trusts us blindly and loves us from the bottom of his or her heart.<br></br>
Suddenly with a loud thud, everything including Arpit disappeared and I was standing in front of the same door again with an option to enter a new place and destination. This time I entered ‘Seven wonders of the world’ and ‘Family’. Ever since I was a child, I had this dream of going around the world with my parents and sisters. They were my most prized possession and my busy life left me with no time for them. I opened the door, and there they were! We group-hugged and walked over to this big screen right in front of us:<br></br>
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We decided to start with Taj Mahal India; I touched the screen and there we were standing right in front of the beautiful monument. Amma papa’s happiness knew no bounds and I had never seen my sisters this happy before. My life seemed complete and I felt Nirvana. The board with the list of the seven wonders appeared every time we finished exploring a place. We visited them all while having the time of our lives. Our family is indeed the most important part of our life – we must always find time for them.<br></br>
Everything vanished again. The door appeared. I chose combinations of my best friends from every walk of life along with a combination of places I have always wanted to visit. As in the case of Arpit, Wulmul Wulmul Wonder filtered and sent the best versions of all these people. The expeditions became all the more special when we would come across our favourite celebrities like Shahrukh Khan, Amitabh Bachchan, Sachin Tendulkar and many many more. We even visited the Parliament and slapped some politicians. Life seemed more than perfect!<br></br>
All of a sudden, a splash of chilled water hit my face. I heard my roommate scream: “Don’t you have to go to the office!!??? Wake up silly girl! And how many times are you going to listen to this song ‘wulmul wulmul wonder’ from Bhaag Milkha Bhaag (BMB)! You left it on repeat mode last night; had to wake up in the middle of the night to turn it off!!” <br></br>
<i>‘DAMN!! So this was a dream!! NOOOOOOO!’</i> Every time I listened to this song from BMB, I wondered what Wulmul Wulmul wonder would look like. My fascination built into this dream of a perfect land where you could be with people you love, go where you want to go and do what you want! <br></br>
I felt so refreshed and rejuvenated after this dream. It taught me a lesson of forgiveness, of love, of valuing people, of ignoring their shortcomings and respecting them for what they are. Just like Wulmul Wulmul Wonder filtered and produced the best versions of people, similarly we have the power to let go of negativity. And most importantly, apart from all the hustle bustle of our busy professional lives, we need to take some time out for those who matter. Plan a trip, go out, explore new places, have fun. Take some time out for your hobbies and interests – every now and then take a ride of that super amazing train I saw in my dream. We have a small life. It doesn’t need to be taken so seriously. As for me, I am setting out on a real trip now. My bags are packed and this time I know exactly where to go. <br></br>
<i>You just met a girl and she’s from WULMUL WULMUL WONDER. You can dance and she can sing, rock the whole night longer!! WULMUL WULMUL WONDER WULMUL WULMUL.</i><br></br>
You got it right. I am the girl from WULMUL WULMUL WONDER and the language of love and happiness is all I know.<br></br>
"This post has been written exclusively for Tata Safari Storme-I am Explorer and Indiblogger (www.tatasafari.com)"Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-7124467212687215212013-05-30T11:00:00.004-07:002013-05-30T11:00:39.573-07:00~जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है~<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है<br></br>
की अपने लिए जी लो, दुनिया ठुकरा देती है<br></br>
की आज खुल क हंस लो, दुनिया रुला देती है<br></br>
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जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है<br></br>
की मोम जैसे कोमल रहो, दुनिया पत्थर बना देती है<br></br>
की खुद से तुम प्यार करो, दुनिया नफ़रत का घूँट पिला देती है<br></br>
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जाने अनजाने मे ज़िंदगी इतना सिखा देती है<br></br>
की कल जो हुआ उसे भूल जाओ, दुनिया फिर दर्द देती है<br></br>
की खुद को तुम अपना खुदा कहो, दुनिया हैवान बना देती है<br></br>
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Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-80780417350689700062013-05-19T06:45:00.001-07:002013-05-19T06:45:35.829-07:00~तेरी आँखों के घम चुरा लू मैं~<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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तेरी आँखों के ये घम चुरा लू मैं<br></br>
तू तो अपना ना हो सका<br></br>
उन्हे ही अपना बना लू मैं<br></br>
तेरी आँखों के ये घम चुरा लू मैं<br></br>
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तेरी हँसती खेलती नज़रों मे<br></br>
जाने किसने ये घम भर दिए<br></br>
उस श्क्स को बदुआओं से मार गिराउ मैं<br></br>
आ, आज तुझे हसना सिखाउ मैं<br></br>
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तू खुश रहे, आबाद रहे<br></br>
आ जान गवाउ मैं अगर तू कहे, <br></br>
पर दिल मेरे तू मुस्कुरा<br></br>
आज ऐसे नज़रें ना झुका<br></br>
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वक़्त तो मरहम लगा ही देगा<br></br>
पर आज ज़िंदा रहने को मन नही करता<br></br>
तेरी घम भरी आँखो को देख के,<br></br>
अब तो मौत से भी डर नही लगता<br></br>
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Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-16176256656897293112013-05-14T10:59:00.001-07:002013-05-21T09:59:25.478-07:00~तुम गुमसुम खड़े रहे~<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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उस रोज़ तुम्हे आवाज़ दी<br></br>
पर तुम गुमसुम खड़े रहे<br></br>
आँखें नीची, सिर झुकाए, <br></br>
तुम गुमसुम खड़े रहे<br></br>
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उस रोज़ तुम्हे पुकारा मैने<br></br>
पर तुमने मूह मोड़ लिया<br></br>
वापस कभी ना देखा मुड़ के,<br></br>
मुझे गुमसुम सा छोड़ दिया<br></br>
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सोचा वक़्त मरहम लगा देगा घमो को<br></br>
वक़्त ने भी मूह फेर लिया<br></br>
तडपा तडपा के मुझमे<br></br>
एक गहरा ज़ख़्म छ्चोड़ दिया<br></br>
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अब गम और खुशी मे फ़र्क नही<br></br>
आँसू हस लेते और हस्सी रो लेती है<br></br>
उस रोज़ तुम्हे आवाज़ दी<br></br>
पर तुम गुमसुम खड़े रहे<br></br>
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Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-78214892323582835862013-02-22T09:41:00.001-08:002013-02-22T12:19:31.911-08:00~Am a fat fat girl..am gonna rock your world :P ~I have been on quite a weight-loosing spree of late. Haven’t been too successful though. Am sure you want to ask me what my weight was when I started and what it is now. But no no no no - am certainly not going to tell you. You should never ask a lady her age and weight. :D
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Here are the top six reasons I haven’t been able to shed that extra kilo:
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<b>1.Em See (MC) Donalds:</b> Monday morning. It is the ugliest truth in the existence of mankind. The task of getting oneself up after a fabulous weekend – that’s the most tedious task that can ever exist. Anyways, I do somehow manage that and drag myself to office. And then I visit MC Donalds, which is just below our office building, to give my taste buds that awesome feel of the MC Donalds Breakfast Menu. Those of you who haven’t had this yet – I look at you with an expression of disgust. I mean, how could you not?? No, I am not the brand ambassador of the company. But please...
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Anyways, I collect my breakfast menu and sit by the window, where I get a clear view of the hustle bustle slowly creeping in as people reach their offices after the weekend. It gives me that feeling that ‘I am not the only one’. There are people out there who are working day and night to earn that extra penny. I am certainly not alone. Then I open the ketchup pouch, unwrap my McMuffin, take the first bite, close my eyes for a while and chew as I slowly drown in the ecstasy of the moment. I pick up my cup of cold coffee, take a sip, and feel the cold liquid gently push down the McMuffic down my throat. Nirvana.
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I go there to derive some pleasure - an endeavour to kick off the week on a happy note. The only sad part is that while I am on my way back to work, I'd have met someone I didn't want to meet. Naah, not my boss. My old enemy – ‘Fats’!!
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<b>2.The Ibiza Club, Subway, Pizzocheri, CCD, Dominos:</b> Yes, that’s the list of all the other food outlets below my office building. Now do you really think it is my fault that I cannot lose weight? A big chunk of my body parts is literally made up of the food I eat at these outlets on a daily basis. Whenever one part of me says during lunch time ‘No, you can’t do this to yourself’, the other part shouts out ‘Are you kidding me?? There’s only one life, live it!’ hehehe.. That’s the point where the latter part wins.
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<b>3.Awesome PG dinner:</b> The breakfast and lunch at our PG does not just suck, it sucks big time. But our PG aunty never fails to please us by offering 'A-One' dinner. Whoever said eat dinner like a beggar, must have been staying at home and his mom would have been treating him with the king size breakfast and princely lunch. Sorry, doesn’t apply in my case. :P
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<b>4.Chocolate lover that I am:</b> If you present me with a chocolate, I got to finish the whole damn thing, right then! God knows why, but am not amongst those who save chocolates for later. In the case of chocolates, for me, it is now or never. That’s the reason, when I was at home, everybody used to think that the refrigerator eats chocolates. Hehehe. Chocolate is one thing I CANNOT SHARE. If you’re my friend and am sharing it with you, then you must know that you are very very special. And if I buy chocolates for you, then maybe I consider you God. Hehe. Everything is fare in love and war, and also in chocolates and sharing. :P
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<b>5.Social and Outgoing:</b> I love to catch up with friends over the weekends. To most of them, just like me, the idea of fun is to eat eat and just eat. In Kamlanagar, North Campus, we would visit QDs, Mc Donalds (this idiot follows me wherever I go :P), Crazy Noodles, Dwarka, Chacha (for his world famous in India chhole bhature), etc etc. In Connaught Place, we visit Pizza Hut, Dominos, Nirulas, Wengers, and our latest love ‘Hira Sweets’. At Chandni Chowk, we go to Paranthe waale gali, Jalebi wala, and Haldirams. And the list is never ending..
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<b>6.I laugh a lot: </b>Crack the silliest joke, and you’ll hear me laughing at the top of my voice. They say that people who laugh a lot, are usually chubby dubby. If that’s true then I needn’t elaborate this point. People who know me well, know that making me smile is not difficult at all. :)
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I am not the slightest perturbed by the fact that I am not like those thinny-thin girls who have guys going gaga over them. Do I sound jealous? Hehehehe. Maybe, I do:D
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A great MAN once said that – ‘Thin or fat, doesn’t matter. You should just be fit’. Nonsense. You are a MAN dude. It doesn’t matter to you. You’re gonna get a girl any which ways. Am a girl, and good guys are either already committed and if they are not, they go after good girls. And who are good girls? They are girls who are thin.. AND, I AM NOT THINNN!! UAAAAAAAAAAANNNN :’(
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Ok. It’s time now that I bring into picture a guy who is crazy but cute. The guy who caught my attention on the very first day of college, when I saw him giving in to whatever the seniors demanded as part of their ragging spree. He did it all with a smile and stood out as a guy who was bold and fun-loving. Yes, I am talking about Saumit Chandra, our weird friend from Jamshedpur :P
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Saumit has his own ways of doing things. Wait, ‘weird ways’ :D But he never means ill, but this we didn’t know then. All we thought was, ‘kya hai yeh!’ And it all began after he grabbed the ‘Mr. Fresher’ title at the fresher’s party.
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He went home that night, picked up his phone and began throwing around his free smses. Not to forget- to female friends. And the messages were as weird as him...love shaayari messages...at 12 o’ clock in the night. These girls complained about the same to other guys in the class. Young and immature minds that we were then, we went on a mass boycott of Saumit Chandra instead of confronting him. Am sure the poor guy didn’t know what was going on.
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Something something happened and slowly everybody realised that they were wrong. Nishant and Anil took his class one day and asked him to repeat after them ‘XYZ girl meri behen hai’. And he did it, for all the girls in the class (apparently, except one – let’s leave that for some other time). But that was all on the fun side. The guy never meant to hit on any girl. He is just over friendly by nature.
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When I was going through this sheet of paper signed by everyone with good wishes on the last day of college, I found a note from Saumit whose last line read, ‘always remember, I am always there for you (as a brother).’ Haha. Later I found out, he had written the same line for all girls. :D
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Dear Saumitwa, there’s only half an hour to go for the clock to strike 12 o’clock of 14th February 2013. But by no ways and means, am I trying to hit on you. Hehehehe. Just kidding re. And now am going to say what I have never said before – I love you... really, from the bottom of my heart. Never had the courage to say this to you.. BAZINGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! Hahahahahaha
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There was this day when we (Nishant, Ankit, Anil, Saumit and me) were playing cricket. After half an hour of futile attempts at being the batsman, bowler, and fielder, I was finally asked to become the umpire. As I stood there behind the wickets, Saumit, the bowler, came running from almost 1 km to deliver the ball to the batsman. As soon as he reached the wicket, I raised my hand signalling him to wait (for no rhyme or reason, just for fun). He almost fell as he slowed down his pace and two fat words spurred from his mouth: “BHOOOOOTNI K!!” I was left agape!! Hehehe.. But it didn’t matter, we just laughed our heads off!
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This can go on and on. Maybe I’ll write another post about our friend soon. As I close this particular post for now, I want Saumit to know, no matter how much we would have laughed at him, he was the one person who brought the real fun element in our group. We would have been a boring bunch without him. You really are special Saumit. We’ll surely get you a role in ‘Taare Zameen Par- Part 2’. :D
Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-17846990274436452252013-01-26T11:48:00.004-08:002013-03-20T22:22:55.216-07:00~~ I smile :) ~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every time I open his old pictures, his eyes speak to me. They tell me he is sorry. They seem to hold back tears and just ask me to smile. I smile. I smile because I don’t know what got into him. Why he did what he did. Maybe there were reasons that he never wanted to speak of. Whatever the reasons, I smile because he is happy now.
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He might be a different person now. I don’t know this new person – he is a stranger to me. I smile for the person who once smiled for me.
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I still feel him around. As if he never left. My eyes search for him in the crowd. When
I think I’d just sniffed his body odour, I turn around with excitement to see if he is following me.
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But I don’t find him. Because he’s gone. He left... to make his own life.
Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-49365714484375797242013-01-14T11:27:00.001-08:002013-01-14T11:33:30.924-08:00~~~It’s back to college again :) ~~~(Part 5)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have sat down to write after a long time. Mostly, in the past, my mind had been preoccupied by things that bogged me down a bit, but I have always been a fighter, I have always come out a stronger person. I might be boasting, but yeah, that’s what I love most about myself.
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All of a sudden, I feel like revisiting the memories of the good old college days, when most of us looked champoos (on the downside), and thinner (on the upside) :P. In the past, I wrote blog posts about College Days (Part 1), College Days – First Day in Class (Part 2), and two more blog posts (on Nishant and Ankit). After writing each of these, I would usually end up shedding some tears or spending hours pondering over the past and wondering why we all had to part our ways. However, now I feel, I couldn’t do justice to what were the most beautiful days in our lives. Each of those fun moments deserved to be penned down.
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Now that most of us are busy leading our own lives and hardly care about anyone else’s, it is time we take a look back and smile for a while. I take this opportunity to thank each one of you for being a part of those wonderful three years!! Good or bad, what I learnt then, has made me what I am today. I have set out to do justice to those moments.
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And no, am not stuck in the past. I have had the most adventurous three years post those three years. I just want to pause for a while and reflect on the beauty of the past, that gives me strength and tells me that the future will be even more beautiful!!
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Next post coming very soon!
Cheers !
Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-46805593681899959482012-05-16T08:51:00.001-07:002012-05-25T08:42:32.082-07:00~~From Wind, with Love~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On my door I heard a knock,
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“Go away”, I shouted, “I am a rock!”
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Yes, I am a rock,
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Full of anger and shock...
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Closed all doors of feelings and love,
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Near and dear ones I have shoved,
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The darkness is my only friend,
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At least it’ll be there till the end...
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On my door I heard a knock again,
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I shouted: “It is all in vain”
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“Go away, there’s nothing you will gain”
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“I am bound in chains, and in a lot of pain!!”
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Life was once a breath of fresh air,
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There were people to love, and people who would care,
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But now, I just sit all day in an old chair,
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And at my roof I continuously stare...
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That knock again,
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As I stood up and unlocked the door chain,
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a strong wind dashed into me,
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Tears of happiness ran down my cheeks,
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I smiled and thought, “At least, there is someone who’s come to hug me,
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To caress my hair, and touch my cheeks.”
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The wind brought back the life I hated,
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After a long-long time, I felt loved and rejuvenated...
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<br></br>Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-77533644548318853672012-05-12T04:23:00.000-07:002012-05-12T05:03:00.755-07:00~~Yeh hai Bambai meri Jaan - Part 2~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Puja Tayal (Poooo):</b> Kya aap life se bohot bore ho gaye hain? Kya aap ko lagta hai ki aapko energy ki zaroorat hai? Nahi, boost peene ki koi zaroorat nahi. Turant jaakar Puja ji k saath kuch time spend kijiye. She will pump in many Joules of energy into you! That’s true, she is the over-enthusiatic girl of the gang. She brings life into the most lifeless thing. Even non-living things like pizza, pasta, and pastries are things that amuse her. I have always seen her as a happy kid, in times thin or thick. Her bunch of PJs are world famous in India :P She possesses a unique power to kill by showering an array of them on you! Hehe.. I admire you Pooo and will always pray to God to give you all the happiness in the world. :)
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<b>Aravind Krishnan (Orbind):</b> Grrrrrrrrrr...Our very own Tiger, and my very own Orbind. When I first saw him he looked like the most sincere and studious person ever, but as the truth slowly unfolded, it became clear that looks are indeed deceptive. :) There is no mother's red (maai ka laal) who can beat him at his amazing sense of humour, blend with the perfect timing. He values his friends more than anybody else and his mother means the world to him. True to his Libran stature, there would be times when Orbind would get a bit serious and philosophical about life. He is utterly romantic at heart and the sweetest of guys, again a trademark of Librans. An awesome writer and poet, whose vocabulary I admire. Sky is not the limit for you my dearest Orbind. Love always, Chaanch.
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<b>Hemant (Hemu):</b> Tall, dark, and handsome. Wait, did I just spot Hemu? Oh yeah! Ahem ahem. I remember when he walked into the office for the first time-head held high, eyes looking straight, and not a hint of nervousness. He came and sat on his workstation, which was just next to mine. For a couple of days, he pretended to be extremely sophisticated, focussed, and no-nonsense kind of a guy. Luckily, he was none of them. He is one hooligan and sophistication and sense are oxymorons when added to his name. Haha.. Slowly, people (read Ancy John :P) started teasing me with his name. They said we were the perfect match for each other and this is how they justified it: he tall me short, he dark me fair, he femininely handsome and me masculinely beautiful (whatever that meant :P). Pyaar chhupta nahi chhupaane se. Yeah right. Hemu started smelling whatever was cooking- as soon as he would enter the floor and come and sit beside me, Ancy and gang would start shouting my name. When Hemu would come and stand next to me to talk about something, my computer screen would be flooded with IMs from the naughty bunch. These IMs would all read the same, for e.g. “Busy?” or “kabhi idhar bhi aaoooo”.. hehe. The funniest part was that all this while, Hemu would be aware of whatever was going on. Six something feet tall that he is, he would look at that mischievous bunch across the floor and blush and grin. I could sense that Hemu had started loving it. :) And to make a confession, so had I. :P Hemu is one of the best friends I have, and I am lucky to have met him.. Thank you Hemu my dear for keeping me as your wallpaper, heartpaper, and eyepaper. Like you once wrote that you “hope our roads meet in future (before either of us get married) :)”, I am sure they will. Distances can never do us apart. :P :)
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To be continued (asap)...Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-51036008639279328842012-05-11T12:28:00.000-07:002012-05-14T20:54:16.860-07:00~~Yeh hai Bambai meri Jaan - Part 1~~I spent two of the most wonderful years of my life in Mumbai. Cheers Interactive, the company I worked for, blessed me with many angels, I call friends. Most of them were Mumbaikars, or from some other parts of the nation but born and brought up in Mumbai. I take this opportunity to tell the world that they are really awesome people to know, who will go to any degree to help you and make you smile.
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Ok. So one fine day I decided to end my journey in Mumbai to go back to Dehradun for some personal reasons. My Mumbaiya friends were not very happy with my decision, but they let me go because they wanted their Bhotu to do whatever made her feel happy. It was the end of a beautiful journey, and time to say good bye to:
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<b>Ancy John (Bachi):</b> When I see Ancy, I realise how mad I am. That’s because I see a reflection of me in her. We are the same. People at Cheers use to say: “tumhara zaroor sarr takraya rahega kabhi, isliye tum ek jaisi ho”. But none of you are aware of the truth. We also discovered it while I was busy packing my bags to leave Mumbai. I was supposed to lock my bag with a password. I didn’t know how to lock it, so Ancy did it for me. I told her keep the password as ‘0106’. She asked me: ‘Whyyyyy’. I told her it’s my mother’s birthday. Ancy’s immediate reaction: “o tere ki, that’s my mother’s birthday too!!” That’s when we realised why both of us have two elder sisters each, and that the reason why we are the same is not because we banged into each other but because our Moms are the same. :P Crazy people have crazy stories, indeed. You know how much I love you bachi. I admire you for the person who spreads fun and happiness wherever she goes. I hope our roads meet soon again in the future. Mwahhh :*
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<b>Subhash Verma (Subbu):</b> Well, if Ancy is me, then Subbu is the ‘male me’. Yes, this guy is mad too. I remember how Ancy and I used to beat him up, and how he used to cry out to Somu for help.. heheheh.. We would sit in his lap, spoil his hair, and do all sorts of crazy stuff!! He christened Ancy ‘kachra’, and me ‘bhotu’ alias ‘Donut’ alias ‘Pakora Sharma’(because I used to eat a lot). Subbu is my cutest teddy bear. :)
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<b>Moumita Chakraborty (Momu):</b> One person I connected with immediately. She would laugh like mad at my jokes. One day, while I was busy smearing cake on someone’s face on a birthday/farewell and doing all sorts of crazy stuff, Momu, who was a silent watcher, messaged me on my phone. She praised me for the way I am, and how I can make people smile. And her last line said, “I hope I have a friend here for a lifetime”. She is the smartest people I have ever met. Her endearing personality, the way she carries herself, the way she smiles at all times, makes me admire her more than anyone else. We will see her as an eminent person some day, I am damn sure :)
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<b>Vinay Dhoke (Toothless):</b> A friend in need is a friend indeed. This guy has always been there when I needed him. He knows all my dark secrets, and I trust him blindly. He was my biggest support at Cheers, and outside it. I am indebted to him for the ways he has helped me, and made me smile when times were rough. Yeh apna muh zyada nahi kholta, lekin jab kholta hai toh chup nahi hota. Hehehe. One of the best listeners ever (he almost excels at it), infact you would have to say a ‘hello’ after every short while on the phone to confirm whether he is still there or not :P hehe. Jokes apart, he is a friend who has always made me feel special, wiped my tears when I cried, and always assured me that everything will be okay. :)
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<b>Suman Sameer (Somu):</b> O o bole Bihari munda, o karda crazy munda,
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Lagata woh tie-shie, hai very hi-fi.
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O bole Mumbai ko ganda, o pagla hai yeh banda.
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Hai bhoola woh hindi taane, te gaaye Marathi gaane.
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Aata jaata nusk nikaale, kaam dhaam ka naa. Aata jaata nusk nikaale, kaam dhaam ka naam.
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Paar samundar aake isne itna hi jaana:
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Ke pee-paa k sadak pe rehna
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Te sulgaa k havve me rehna
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Hehehe.. I know I am dead once Somu reads this. Tune jo itne thappad maare hain, uska badla hai yeh. Hehehe.
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Well, Somu is a cutely handsome guy. He knows he has the looks, and he will do his best to flaunt them. :D He and I were the only Delhi University-educated people in our department and so were always united when somebody said anything against Delhi. Can never forget our ‘mile surr mera tumhara’, when instead of smiling at me you made such a disgusted face while we stood and sang that song in front of everyone. hahaha. I so miss the pillow fights with Ancy and me in one team and you and Subbu in the other. And the times you were stuck alone with me and Ancy in the lift.. hahahah.. Somu, you are absolutely incorrigible and we love you like that. :)
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To be continued (very soon)...Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-20205642726344656502012-05-06T06:37:00.000-07:002012-05-06T06:39:20.138-07:00~~Tell me that...~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are times when I want to be loved and cared for. When I want to be told that I am a good human being. That I am not as bad as some people think I am. That I look good if not beautiful. That I have an average mind if not intelligent. That I look good when I smile. That my smile and happiness means the world to you. That if I happen to vanish someday, you would care to search for me. That my tears are precious. That you wouldn’t let them flow unless they are tears of happiness. That you would hold my hand during tough times. That you would let me put my head on your shoulders when I feel upset. That you would kiss me on my forehead when I am unwell. That you would wake up all night just to watch me sleep. That you would be there even when the whole world is against me. That my presence means the world to you. That if I leave you, you would die. That you would rather die, than leave me alone.Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-66876050867812197662012-05-03T10:41:00.000-07:002012-05-03T10:44:21.870-07:00~~Life- An Illusion?~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is this involuntary feeling that the world is an illusion. That there is nothing but void and darkness behind me. That things take form and shape as soon as I turn around and take a look at them. That I am the only person on the earth and everything else is a figment of my imagination. That it is a game that someone is playing. That that someone is probably God and I am under constant CCTV coverage. That what I see on the TV or hear on the radio is not actually happening and is broadcasted by Bhagwaan TV. That there is no Shahrukh Khan or Justin Bieber, or Barack Obama. That even if I were to see Shahrukh Khan in front of my eyes some day, it would again be my imagination. That I see what I want to see. That I see bad because I feel bad, that I see good because I feel good.
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It makes me feel better. It helps me control my emotions. It encourages me to live for myself. To feel happy for myself.
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The world might or might not be an illusion but our life is definitely a short journey we see with two eyes, hear with two ears, and feel with one heart. Live it, love it :)Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-45802411191312951202012-04-22T10:15:00.000-07:002012-04-25T04:48:07.165-07:00~~Mind your Mann :)~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life’s battles are not always fought on the battlefield. Most of the times, they are fought within ourselves. As my dear mother always puts it, “Mann toh buddhu hai, use apne kaabu me karna padta hai” (Mind is foolish, you need to get it under your control). And as the song from the Bollywood movie Lafangey Parindey goes “Mann lafanga bdaa, apne hee mann ki kare” (The mind is caddish; it will do things according to its own mind).
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We will always have an urge to eat that extra burger even when our tummy does not have the capacity, or to gulp down some cold drink even when our nose is choking due to cold, or to vent our frustration out on our dearest one even when we know we should not be doing it. We end up suffering and repenting that one mistake we committed just because our ‘mann’ lured us to.
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We need to constantly practice self-control in order to weave a healthy-wealthy, social, and happy life for ourselves. I would acquiesce to someone who says “Life is too short to think twice”. Indeed, life is short, but you must think twice when you are faced with situations where your happiness is at stake. Do not think twice when you feel like giving a hug to your mother, or when you decide to donate blood, or when you know you should be saying sorry, or when someone smiles at you—just smile back. :) ‘Mann’ is axiomatically lafanga, do not let it turn you into one ;)
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Life’s biggest defeat comes when we try to keep every single person around us happy. We must learn to first find internal happiness, only then can we spread it to our family and dear ones. They will, in turn, spread it to their near and dear ones, and this will go on and on till the day our earth becomes an even happier place to live in! :)Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-71815242465711260812012-04-20T05:27:00.002-07:002012-04-25T04:48:34.882-07:00~~What Yellow Means To Me, In 2 Minutes~~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgesU64baANjAJOVTwBeDnY3aRHYyRgZAAn0rnBxCrXKztxFVH-G87Kjr1ZisG8idzFZSI0kNuw_OA37UC_JE1Hmr2mqpi34d9pqctPEiQQKqrCkw8WFSnbmeUsZcSxn8MpDdsrMF_acmM0/s1600/Untitled.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgesU64baANjAJOVTwBeDnY3aRHYyRgZAAn0rnBxCrXKztxFVH-G87Kjr1ZisG8idzFZSI0kNuw_OA37UC_JE1Hmr2mqpi34d9pqctPEiQQKqrCkw8WFSnbmeUsZcSxn8MpDdsrMF_acmM0/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733459619511147554" /></a>Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-33965513150620367972012-04-19T09:27:00.005-07:002012-04-19T09:34:01.784-07:00~~Buddha-Buddhi Pay No Heed :)~~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yA_KldkM_dhMbi1siTJFDnFiR0evJuVcsRWPug7db93FIbLXw9VLcWQlBBRWMQH7tTTL8T4TXGUyRjx40pzlr84fxgas7OzI1MDa4g1U71va4ebxuysGNT9bCrZeJ0FRuhnWhHxnvIOn/s1600/DSC01483.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yA_KldkM_dhMbi1siTJFDnFiR0evJuVcsRWPug7db93FIbLXw9VLcWQlBBRWMQH7tTTL8T4TXGUyRjx40pzlr84fxgas7OzI1MDa4g1U71va4ebxuysGNT9bCrZeJ0FRuhnWhHxnvIOn/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733150987602109090" /></a><br /><br />Ek buddha, ek buddhi,<br />Pehne dono chaddi,<br />Apne aangan me khel rahe the kabaddi.<br />Itne mein, peechhe se aai sardar ji ki gaddi.<br /><br />Buddhe buddhi ko dekh kar sardar ne mara horn,<br />Gardan nikaali khidki se aur bola: “Hahaha!! Arey bhai dekho, khel rha hai kaun!!”<br />“Arey o dadaji, dadiji ko ghar le jao,<br />Iss umr me apni haddi na tudwao!!”<br /><br />“Arey o dadiji, dadaji ko ghar le jao,<br />budhaape me jawaani matt dikhao!!”<br /><br />“Arey o buddhe budhiya!! Sunte kyun nahiiii??<br />Mai bol rha hun sahiii!!”<br />"Kaano se lagta hai tum ho gaye ho behre,<br />Kyun budhaape me khil rahe hain tum dono k chehre??!!!”<br /><br />Sardarji went on and on,<br />But budda-buddhi remained maun.<br />Veh aapas me itne the khush,<br />Sardarji ki saari baatein gai - in the bush!<br /><br />Buddha buddhi paid no heed,<br />Sardarji sped away with speed!!<br /><br />Hehehehehe :DAnujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-30962328279652870832011-10-18T06:03:00.001-07:002011-10-18T06:10:53.820-07:00~~LIFE is indeed JUST~~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqk1JEyeVFDsMix39CMz9G1Kz6eJ9nYWd7Wif0dB-vdQ_T6-I5verZ1ywQH7PiykjZxgcbV5bNLVyMv3QFpBljEFezQPIqZZ3fv4lBxMjtSqcaSONeyyS0RYwo5G-SNwqj6PzAgTHxR3aL/s1600/26247.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqk1JEyeVFDsMix39CMz9G1Kz6eJ9nYWd7Wif0dB-vdQ_T6-I5verZ1ywQH7PiykjZxgcbV5bNLVyMv3QFpBljEFezQPIqZZ3fv4lBxMjtSqcaSONeyyS0RYwo5G-SNwqj6PzAgTHxR3aL/s320/26247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664818948023192322" /></a><br /><br />Ever wondered what life is? We fall, we stand. Then we fall again, then again we stand. And this goes on and on, till the day we realise that “Only change is constant”. But in all probability, at least one strand of white hear in our head would have popped up by the time we realise this. We spend our entire lives wondering what life is. And the answer is again: We fall, we stand. Then we fall again, then again we stand.<br /><br />Remember the scene in “Bruce Almighty”, when Bruce is all frustrated after having lost his job, and has been beaten up by a gang. After all this, he sees a beggar holding a sign that reads LIFE IS JUST. Bruce says: “Just? Just get a clue!” But Bruce was wrong and that was the reason why he was going through so many hardships. When we fall, the point is not that we fell. The more important point is whether we stood up again or not-whether or not we stood up again, and told the world that we are here to conquer, and no one can ever have enough capacity to keep us to the ground!<br /><br />Talking about the saying that “only change is constant”. I am 22 now, and if there’s one thing that I have learnt the hard way is this. You go to a place, you make friends, you pledge to be friends with them for your entire life, and one fine day, you have to leave. Then you go to another place-you make more friends, you make pledges to be friends with them for the rest of your life, and again, there comes a day, when you have to move on. Years later, you look back to see whether those friends are still there. But all you find is void, because change is constant for them too. There is no one to blame. You moved on in your own life, they moved on in theirs.<br /><br />The point that I am trying to make is: we need to accept that life can not always be happy. It is how we react to situations that really matters. Take life as it comes. Had life been an entity and you could go to it personally and request it to not give you pains, I could have still thought. But it is not in your hands to control everything that happens to you. No matter what the situation, just keep yourself going, and know that life is really short-there is absolutely no time to waste in keeping grugdes, pondering over “why only me”, and wasting precious moments. Just smile and live every moment. LIFE IS INDEED JUST :)Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-38538305534790223582011-06-26T11:16:00.000-07:002011-06-26T11:27:56.669-07:00~~ Hum chalenge, toh Hindustan chalega ~~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTAPS1GMn22koHsFTuXffd28T7jI7DiCWxzCQ_lMMrzxWxhfmP4C21Wgrlz-xHcPlUXnsn7RvGBpmBdADkicpEPIbEp912fqC33tABdhipVQF6pS-ab07TOVQdO8EpXrL_vqumV0jQFGh/s1600/ind40a1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTAPS1GMn22koHsFTuXffd28T7jI7DiCWxzCQ_lMMrzxWxhfmP4C21Wgrlz-xHcPlUXnsn7RvGBpmBdADkicpEPIbEp912fqC33tABdhipVQF6pS-ab07TOVQdO8EpXrL_vqumV0jQFGh/s320/ind40a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622596908484325298" /></a><br />How many of us have tried to reflect as to what good have we ever done to our nation? And even if we have, did it really make a difference?<br /><br />This awareness advertisement by the Times of India (TOI) highlights just how careless each one of us is when it comes to doing something concrete for our country. The tree, fallen on the road, represents India, which has lost its integrity, self-respect, is virtually independent but is still dependent in many ways. While everyone, including the politician, the police, and the “aam-aadmi” see the situation, they try to ignore it because they are too selfishly tied up with themselves.<br /><br />The child represents the innocence that we have lost. While at school, we are taught to be responsible, to respect our country, to help, to fight against what is wrong. However, as we grow up, we forget all this to think of only “OURSELVES”.<br /><br />It is time to get that innocence back, to join hands to fight against the wrong; poverty; corruption; politics, et al. It is we, the people of India, who can bring a change. As the video rightly says: “Tum chalo toh Hindustan chale.” <br /><br />“Have a pride in your existence and your actions. Nothing is ‘big’ enough for you,” portrays the campaign.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxOU-f7gryd5BaRMPSTnV0KNiY0SqDNN5Q1o2utdw4Dsx29d8KSbO5nGFM0R15B9Tn-rCnruc-gKPfkqB6Zw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lyrics: </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Falak Pakad Ke Utho Aur Hawa Pakad Ke Chalo<br />Falak Pakad Ke Utho Aur Hawa Pakad Ke Chalo<br />Tum Chalo Toh Hindustan Chale<br />Tum Chalo Toh Hindustan Chale<br />Tum Chalo Toh Hindustan Chale<br />Tum Chalo Toh Hindustan Chale<br />Lagaaon Haath Ke Suraj Subaha Nikala Kare<br />Hatheliyon Mein Bhare Dhup Aur Ujaala Karen<br />Ho Lagaaon Haath Ke Suraj Subaha Nikal Na Chale<br />Hatheliyon Mein Bhare Dhup Aur Ujaala Karen<br />Ufak Pe Paanv Rakho Aur Chalon Akad Ke Chalon<br />Ufak Pe Paanv Aur Chalon Akad Ke Chalon<br />Falak Pakad Ke Utho Aur Hawa Pakad Ke Chalo<br />Falak Pakad Ke Utho Aur Hawa Pakad Ke Chalo<br />Tum Chalo Toh Hindustan Chale<br />Tum Chalo Toh Hindustan Chale<br />Hindustan Chale"</span>Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-21884401314794352392010-12-19T06:35:00.000-08:002010-12-19T06:50:14.759-08:00Don't go !!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxTtJVmk6cZJOv5hwA648cwXWLk3AF99EViUmkOq87QJjMA6PN-LrFI4gZ36c8S32cPpFG7ySoxUIh4cQrC9NAVxAD-S_CcDTN6Ll2U-R2NNWtgh-xf1_q2yzW6GzKKB6h7GsMXq1kyB1/s1600/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxTtJVmk6cZJOv5hwA648cwXWLk3AF99EViUmkOq87QJjMA6PN-LrFI4gZ36c8S32cPpFG7ySoxUIh4cQrC9NAVxAD-S_CcDTN6Ll2U-R2NNWtgh-xf1_q2yzW6GzKKB6h7GsMXq1kyB1/s320/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552405752800386050" /></a><br />Today, am going to narrate to you a sad tale,<br />of a girl, who tried, tried, tried but failed<br />of a girl, who loved a boy so much,<br />but who left her, with desolation, despair and just his last touch...<br /><br />There she stands, frozen, on the barren land,<br />the world beneath her eyes sunk.. no sun, no moon, no stars for her,<br />she's just a stone, a hard rock,<br />flooded with agony and shock...<br /><br />A victim of distrust,<br />there's nothing left for her.. except a vision-less vision, a senseless touch, and a life full of rust!<br /><br />One day, as he passes by,<br />the boy sees her.. her pitiable sight.<br />He says: "Oh dear one, are you alright? Is there anything I might?"<br /><br />She looks up after ages,<br />and just sighs...<br />with utter effort,she manages to utter: "Oh life, have you come? Please stay, please stay.. You're all I have.. Just stay, please stay?"<br /><br />He continues to walk,<br />She screams: "Don't go, don't go!!"<br />But he doesn't look back for even once..<br /><br />On her lifeless legs, she manages some steps,<br />But then she falls to the barren land, screaming: "kill me and go, just kill me and go!!"<br />and as he vanishes over the horizon,<br />she takes her last breath, to just merge with the earth!!Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-70541416465553861472010-09-04T09:49:00.000-07:002010-09-11T10:30:23.157-07:00♥♥ Lost, is she? ♥♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGXlaSS82PdFlNuw1b0tP4vuIKBzj5P_O3gKnDHn3nn4Q868r2yCmzk0LL15lA_FBzuNvNt913X1uS-JQ26JtZEryphISxCMq8rvc0QCfvw4JqUDZfh07ae22O_1NlDDIjc5y_7DU2Otb/s1600/Photo0394.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGXlaSS82PdFlNuw1b0tP4vuIKBzj5P_O3gKnDHn3nn4Q868r2yCmzk0LL15lA_FBzuNvNt913X1uS-JQ26JtZEryphISxCMq8rvc0QCfvw4JqUDZfh07ae22O_1NlDDIjc5y_7DU2Otb/s320/Photo0394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513106404121216850" /></a><br />She lay there, mulling over something...<br /><br />Probably about the one she not just loved,<br />but adored more than anyone, anything...<br /><br />She's frozen with his thoughts,<br />Time stands still, as she lay there, lost...<br /><br />Oh come thou man of her dreams,<br />Her heart to thou screams!<br /><br />Her mind and soul with your thoughts stir,<br />Come, and complete her!!Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-40600801048724665732010-08-08T11:39:00.000-07:002010-08-08T12:04:46.513-07:00~~♥♥♫Someone's fallen for a saand♫♥♥~~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7XLZ93du4dkB7BbBpBA4yKdeVbhmSJXjJCIbuGyQ1injZsCDy9CGr4w32UL67lAWhoaVJynBNxtfhSZ4Q3QR3SLgqAY_qgI3iRP2u17z9XMB_2QI7Ow85w8m6s-gIA-5d6BM8vfBIjNJ/s1600/big_bull.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7XLZ93du4dkB7BbBpBA4yKdeVbhmSJXjJCIbuGyQ1injZsCDy9CGr4w32UL67lAWhoaVJynBNxtfhSZ4Q3QR3SLgqAY_qgI3iRP2u17z9XMB_2QI7Ow85w8m6s-gIA-5d6BM8vfBIjNJ/s320/big_bull.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503116898837393410" /></a><br />Kindly note the sequence of events.. First, the saand is not visible.. Then it appears.. And then all the love talks begin :):):)<br /><br />Saand chhupa baadal me,<br />sharma k meri jaanaaa...<br /><br />Khoya khoya saand, khula aasman...<br /><br />Saand re saand re kabhi toh zameen par aa,<br />baethenge baatein karenge...<br /><br />Aya re aya saanda ab har khwahish poori hogi...<br /><br />Tum aaye toh aya mujhe yaad,<br />gali me aj saand nikala...<br /><br />Maine puchha saand se, hai kya koi,<br />mere saand sa hansi,<br />saand ne kaha saandni ki kasam: nahi, nahi, nahiii...<br /><br />Saand sifarish jo karta hamari,<br />deta woh humko btaa...<br /><br />Ye saand sa roshan chehra,<br />zulfo ka rang sunehra.. <br /><br />hehehehe. Hope you had fun reading it :DAnujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-55737880142540981602010-03-19T12:47:00.000-07:002010-03-19T13:28:37.819-07:00~~Waah ri duniya!!~~Deti har din ek naya khwab tu,<br />bunti sapne pal pal tu..<br />rom rom me josh jagaati,<br />phir khud hi murjha jaati tu!<br />duniya, waah ri duniya!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hJ7LlAIksXqjRR6bmPmiLlTgwNAHYMYsBHJCmqgOGRojZqI5Ewn8CG883XiZMqwz8-Z-71FfQdJDxuok-ZqWyg1nsX4Pgnb4GZ1nvxbe0j8XpM12fw_WsvN10hzdJiRbTvZojvNMs8z6/s1600-h/DSC06101.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hJ7LlAIksXqjRR6bmPmiLlTgwNAHYMYsBHJCmqgOGRojZqI5Ewn8CG883XiZMqwz8-Z-71FfQdJDxuok-ZqWyg1nsX4Pgnb4GZ1nvxbe0j8XpM12fw_WsvN10hzdJiRbTvZojvNMs8z6/s320/DSC06101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450443153763241842" /></a><br />Aashaon k satrangi sapne roz dikhaati tu,<br />mere mann ki jyot jagaati tu..<br />gaati behlaati mastaati,<br />phir khud udaas ho jaati tu!<br />duniya, waah ri duniya!!<br /><br />Deti har din jeene ka ek maksad tu,<br />tanhaayian mitaati tu..<br />mere armaano ko dhoondti sanjoti,<br />phir khud hi kho jaati tu!<br />duniya, waah ri duniya!!<br /><br />Gaalo pe laali ka, aankho me sapno ka,<br />uss haseen muskuraahat ka kaaran tu,<br />aj khul k gaane gunaane ka bhi kaaran hi tu..<br />jeene ka ek maksad deti,<br />phir khud hi marr jaati tu!!<br />duniya, waah ri duniya!!Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-28934027535850195712010-03-01T01:15:00.000-08:002010-03-01T01:55:44.102-08:00~~~COLLEGE DAYS~~~(The Ecstatic Phase of Life)~~~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6p5knoBqQbZroreJBP2k1jhwqEnGzJEgjh1sr9PVjWkM3u5r9KlsE73-vwqeQ2RHKCB4gfMB3620kPBC5SEmvLP3r5uWP5WtsCFDBwpssXlK-W87SK3zTnQNdJloW0xSdUMHm0Zg7CZh/s1600-h/OgAAAF6ClXVeEoLer_kJGNqwzfIfJiaoK16DUtmbz02FGou73d5jZFKWQpGjAtjkkZhH_m-ZyIlbhTIlsLxVeSSvyrMAm1T1ULcgTbKRcnhlTyv8eKynhzL5POSp.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6p5knoBqQbZroreJBP2k1jhwqEnGzJEgjh1sr9PVjWkM3u5r9KlsE73-vwqeQ2RHKCB4gfMB3620kPBC5SEmvLP3r5uWP5WtsCFDBwpssXlK-W87SK3zTnQNdJloW0xSdUMHm0Zg7CZh/s320/OgAAAF6ClXVeEoLer_kJGNqwzfIfJiaoK16DUtmbz02FGou73d5jZFKWQpGjAtjkkZhH_m-ZyIlbhTIlsLxVeSSvyrMAm1T1ULcgTbKRcnhlTyv8eKynhzL5POSp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443601647837708594" /></a><br />The awesome-five SMARS were the stars,<br />Anil-Nishant the ultimate superstars<br /> <br />Ankit our sweet angel,<br />Yamini our darling damsel. <br /> <br /> <br />Swasti, Ms. Eternal beauty,<br />Neha, the girl so pretty pretty.<br /> <br />Rahul, hey wazzup dude!!<br />Disha, Supriya-Oh come on, don't be so rude!<br /> <br />Anamika, am so cute!<br />Saumit, izzat li iski loot.<br /> <br />Himanshu, I want girls,<br />Aparna, Sakshi, Meenakshi, the cute girls with the curls.<br /><br />Deepika hamari padhaaku bachi,<br />Bhavya top maar maar k na thaki <br /> <br />Akhil, we don't need no education,<br />Kansal, Nitin-aap test me fail ho gaye, congratulations.<br /> <br />Lokesh, Kunal the close buddies,<br />Khanna, roaming around in chuddies<br /> <br />Gulati, the id ka chaand, <br />MA k peeche chhod do koi saand!<br /> <br />BK Ma'am, our last sem doze,<br />Yeh Anita Madam kyun chilaati hain roz??<br /> <br />GS, our friend and mentor,<br />Rachna Madam, Nainital's attraction center.<br /> <br />SA, Yes Please!!<br />DJ ko kiya kitna tease!!<br />.<br />.<br />This poem was a creation of tillu,<br />Your cute little pillu ;) :) :)Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753913275643318534.post-20432902649637997142010-01-30T08:02:00.000-08:002010-01-30T09:06:33.873-08:00Little did I know ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYdzKAn7-pwH-60WZTXHb0VYIoLPWEsvYoLObvCyuPrN0NhyV7SWzj6AKGUT4_J9Jla8ePoecqbjGNXcKiiVQDdkX61E-qJDbt73Sk9clnjVo0ZyfwDRTgIEYJ0hf47KcqT1ooKzoOJt7/s1600-h/Moon.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYdzKAn7-pwH-60WZTXHb0VYIoLPWEsvYoLObvCyuPrN0NhyV7SWzj6AKGUT4_J9Jla8ePoecqbjGNXcKiiVQDdkX61E-qJDbt73Sk9clnjVo0ZyfwDRTgIEYJ0hf47KcqT1ooKzoOJt7/s320/Moon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432565054363819570" /></a><br />Everytime at the moon I used to glance,<br />Beneath it, on the clouds, I saw us dance.<br />But then, you left me in a trance,<br />without even giving me a chance.<br /><br />I thought you were mine,<br />I used to always thank the Divine,<br />Little did I know then,<br />within you there were no such signs.<br />Anyways, I'll be fine...<br /><br />I sigh.. thinking of the days gone by,<br />when you smiled at me.. I fell shy,<br />Little did I know then,<br />that you were not the guy<br />Anyways, I'll try not to cry...<br /><br />The times you hugged me tight,<br />after a huge fight.<br />Little did I know then,<br />that the path was not right.<br />Anyways, I'll be alright...<br /><br />Here I am, standing alone,<br />Regretting the days bygone.<br />For little did I know then,<br />That you will be gone.<br />Anyways, I'll move on...<br /><strong><br />DISCLAIMER:</strong> Please note that the poem above does not pertain to anybody in the World. It is purely a work of imagination and deep innovative thinking ;) :) :)Anujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05812684251226541798noreply@blogger.com8