tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55920403326125177632024-03-06T00:28:19.522+05:30Neha's JournalOne Life, Many Stories...Nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12895336357128654041noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592040332612517763.post-90395803458126885502014-07-02T00:37:00.000+05:302014-07-02T00:37:10.725+05:30Behind This Smile<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I talked to him on the phone for the second time today and
at the end of the conversation, I could not stop smiling. Now, that’s a first! There are no hidden agendas behind that smile. Could this mean what I think I
might be feeling? Did I just smile because I’m feeling Happy? <br /><br />
Happiness in its purest form...a form that does not expect anything back?</div>
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I’m not sure what else I can relate this smile to. Tonight,
I’m just Happy I talked with him. </div>
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I wonder if he’s feeling the same thing... </div>
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I don’t want to think negative at this point. There is
nothing to think negatively at this stage. Unless I let that dark door open at
the back of my mind and all kinds of crappy thoughts would come and mess up my
smile.</div>
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I want to save this smile I have on my face. I’m going to be
both blind and deaf to anything that has the slightest potential to get in the
way and ruin my smile.<br /></div>
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Because tonight... I just want to sink into this smile called
Happiness.</div>
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Why do we care for people to care? Sometimes, we seek out in
hopes of catching a little magic off the feeling of owning something close to
our soul... but it is during those times, these feelings tied with hopes, tend
to go haywire. Until finally, it would become an enraged obsession.</div>
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I was fooling myself. I believed that a new place to start
over would put a closure to old chapters, and a new breeze to breathe would
definitely pull me out of my long-standing habit of redoing the same mistakes.
But I was wrong, yet again. With my new life, I had built a pretty ritualistic
routine of being the “uptight workaholic”. Truth be told, it was a mere attempt
to train my untamed heart from going for things, not meant for me to get
attached.</div>
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Three drinks down, I manage to sit up straight on the empty
evening terrace, as stars decide to shine on me kindly and I can almost hear their
whisper, questioning the reason for my present predilection. I ignore them and
look down at my empty glass and to my surprise I can see a tiny circular window
at the glass bottom. Its reflecting me that warm summer night I was out on the street
with him, walking alongside a person, who even though was righteously honest enough
to express his unsure disposition when it came to me, all I could see through
the glass, was that dreamy expression on my face, resigned to risk it all, at
the cost of getting hurt again. </div>
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I jump up on my feet in a heightened rush and smash the
glass on the floor and scream out to the stars, “Why didn’t you shine on me your
righteous wisdom and save me that night, eh?” </div>
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And the stars continued to do what they do best... twinkle away in silence. And
I do what I do best every other night... drown myself in some more magic.</div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">P.S: Deeply inspired by the song “Chandelier” by Sia. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">P.P.S: Back with a post after a long, long time. More posts
will follow, which will continue to unclearly explain what this writer is up to!!</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />I keep coming back</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for a glimpse of
lost promise;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Of colourful joy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eyes keep
searching</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for that
glimmering jewel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beneath murky
clouds<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Head raised, eyes
gleam;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it’s right there… surreal,
serene;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rainbow of my
dreams</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">P.S: It's a great pleasure to indulge myself with another Haiku after many months. Haiku writing always transports me back to a time, much cherished by my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">P.P.S: What's a Haiku? Only the coolest form of poetry ever!! It's a 3 line verse, which contains 17 syllables, placed in 5-7-5 format. </span></div>
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<i style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Written For: </i><b><a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/2013/12/haiku-heights-311-rainbow.html"><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Haiku
Heights #311 - Rainbow</span></i></a></b></div>
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<i style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Pic: <a href="http://www.dreameur.com/fr/" target="_blank">source</a></i></div>
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Things happen too fast sometimes. They don’t leave any time to
comprehend your actions, the way you intend them to occur, in your subconscious
state-of-mind. And in just a blink of an eye, that moment you were hoping for, that
tiny spark which has the potential to spread unspeakable amount of warmth
within you, something more than what can be witnessed in your deepest dreams, would
not only arrive, but also leave you, faster than the speed light. It all
happens so fast, you wouldn't even realize the gravity of the situation until
much, much later.</div>
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One rainy evening brought with it cold droplets, smudging my
spectacles and ego. Even before I could grasp the aura of the friendly situation
I found myself in that cozy cafe, there I was, sipping my last drop of green
tea and heading out of the shop with a bitter taste in my mouth. And with
nothing else to say but goodbye, I threw in a light smile at him which didn't
really manage to connect all the way to my confused pair of eyes, and my naive
self just assumed that the day had ended pretty well. Until much later, when I
was back in my roomy territory did I realize that I had actually said goodbye
to an entire plausibility of a romantic future.<br /><br />I can still feel the idea of it all floating far away from
me, in the streaming puddles far across the cold, wet street. It’s too far from
my reach now, and I feel too safe in my room to go out and pursue it again.</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">With the 2013 Dasara Mahotsava just around the
corner, Mysore City is very proud to celebrate news on the arrival of 4 baby tiger
cubs. To commemorate the World Tiger Day, the four little cubs –two males and
two females –were for the first time allowed out for public viewing. The two
month old cubs could be seen mischievously exploring their captive surroundings
with a curious expression on their innocent face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Many people had come to the zoo on the World Tiger Day,
just to get a glimpse of these cute babies. Mr. B.P.Ravi, the executive director of
Mysore Zoological Garden was also present among the bystanders. When enquired
about the well being of the cubs and their mother Manya, an eight year old
majestic White Tigress, Mr. Ravi was pleased to say that all of them are at the
prime of their health and the cubs are adapting very well to the zoo
environment. He even stated that when Manya and her cubs are inside their den,
the footage of the cubs and their mother caught on CCTV camera present inside
the den will be displayed outside on a television for public viewing during Dasara
time. This will also be uploaded on their Website.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was very happy to hear such positive news from Mr.
Ravi, who is doing a very fine job as the director by uplifting the quality and
maintenance of the zoo and its captive members. His promotion on the scientific
implementation of gene manipulation and captive breeding in order to produce stronger and healthier
cubs has become a success. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">When compared to the zoo that I visited during my
childhood days to the zoo which I visited today, there has been a marginal
change in its surroundings. There is a neat order and discipline with which the
zoo staffs carry out the day to day activities inside the zoo. The staffs are
more prominent towards preventing people from teasing the animals and the ban
on plastic use sure has made our Mysore zoo ever green!</span></span></div>
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Sometimes a girl’s gotta to be at a right place, at a right
time and in the company of right people to witness the entire route of her
current life. This is one of those “space in time” kind of moment that more or
less forced me to think and realize my deviation from plausible boundaries and etiquettes that binds the sacred nest of warmth and attachment; whose impact can only be
described with that one word: <b><i>Family.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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Being a ruthlessly pessimistic hypocrite (<i>many a times than usual!</i>), I tend to
believe otherwise. Because to understand one’s innermost self from an outside
perspective; way outside the protective bubble wrap of one’s family, one needs
to explore and tread on thin ice just to get that unnecessarily high dose of
adrenaline up one’s fused-out mind!</div>
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Deviations are a common phenomenon. All routes are right as
long as the destination has a touch of relatable reality. How you go by it also
matters; sometimes learnt easily and sometimes the hard-way. Yet whichever path
you choose they all offer something invaluable return<b><i>: Inner strength.</i></b> </div>
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It does help to cherish the fact that no matter what, family
values never fade on you. Not even for those hare-brained souls, right out on a
mission to escape <i>who-knows-whom </i>and
to explore <i>who-knows-what</i>! Today I
came to terms with an important thing: those random doses of adrenaline rush
are so short-lived, it’ll be like an unrealistic dream in the end. But when you
finally wake up to your troubled self it’s always family that comes first.</div>
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And the rest are just vanishing embers of a dying fire. </div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">P.S: This is an abstract post for every troubled soul having issues with quitting something that's worth quitting.</span></i></div>
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The break of dawn brought no sign of sunshine today. Instead
I'm greeted with grey clouds looming ever so close to the tall valley of IT
towers. And here dwells the country’s most successful employees, all closed up
in their cabins. They have no worries about the gray, murky surroundings... a
promising reverie of a long rainy day just outside their air-conditioned glass
walls. Inside these glass walls, any sign of Mother Nature has been discreetly
silenced. The crisp sound of keyboard tapping, the electronic beep of telephones
and the unhealthy smell of caffeine emanating from the posh coffee machines are
greeted further by the dominating voice that an employer is so accustomed to
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And here I stand, outside these very same glass walls, my
mind a conflicting mess. A part of me wants to enter, through the glass door
and resume my hunt for success. The day has failed to shed any ounce of sunshine
over my head. Sunshine helps reflect my innermost thoughts. But that’s just
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Choices await my decision. I take a deep breath and take a
step back. The glass walls stare at my back as I turn to walk away and the tall
IT building to which the glass wall belongs to looks down upon me. It’s silent,
looming stature made me realize that I’m yet another tiny dust going past these
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Time waits for none. And I don’t wish to wait for time
either. My decision mattered today. And today I chose to cherish the cool, wet
wind blowing over my hair, whispering in my ears to take shelter. As I take my
umbrella out, rain is already on its way, determined to dampen my spirit. And
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be moving on to the next year. What did the year 2012 did to me? It didn’t do
anything to me, per se. It was all me. I landed myself in situations without
any pre-warnings, became a rather insane victim of multiple mood-swings resulting
in irrational decision makings. I became a nomad. I still am. I don’t know
where I belong right now. I’m just drifting through this so called life. Still
aiming to get an aim in life so that I can “focus” on something at the very
least. Nope. This year was just not for me. And it ends on that sad, bitter
note. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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year? Well, the world didn’t end! So that’s really good for me to carry out
further life experiments! I’m trying really hard to think of some good stuff I
experienced these 12 months that I can type here. Now, that’s a really pitiable
sign indeed! But I will make a list. Maybe it’ll tell me this year wasn’t so
bad after all. And maybe at the end of this list, I might get inspired to end
this post on a positive, bright note. Boy, I really want to believe in white lies
now, don’t I?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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For the first time I celebrated the New Year at other than my Mysore home.
Bangalore; with my dad, cousins and my project friends. Drank red wine and ate
pani puris, with less pani and more vodka in them!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My birthday. Bittersweet memory right now. Because I’m pretty certain that
would be that last time I’d be surprised by my friends and also get to cut two
different cakes in one day!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The Kashmir trip with my parents and brother. Best 5 days of my life. It still
helps me to mentally transport myself to those beautiful snow-capped mountain
ranges and crystal clear lakes whenever I’m low.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Project finalization pressure. And euphoria at the end of the month as we got
it completed. Five month’s hard work and kiss-assing the lecturers finally paid
off!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Exam time. I still remember my confident and clear mind-set after writing each
paper. Felt good to be sure of myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Result and the fact that I was an engineer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Nothing special to recall. Just me and my weight loss spree, got me to visit
some new places and to meet different people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Decision time. MBA or JOB? Spent first 20 days of the month researching and
deciding on a few MBA colleges. Spent
the next 10 days to back out of the plan as I suddenly felt this dark feeling
in my pit. And that feeling was: “I needed to work”. And I have a tendency to
follow the dark, unsure path with a hope to see some light at the end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Moved out of my house. Bangalore called. Learned to adjust to Bangalore life-frequent
bus travels, long miserable walks under hot sun until either my slipper snapped
or I turned a shade darker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Met a lot of people- people looking for jobs, people giving jobs, people
calling me to attend interviews at various locations. And also someone very
interesting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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It’s been a rough mental wave ride. Haven’t’ figured out what it was this month
that caused me to detest everything that’s been leading up to this moment. Made
some stupid regrettable mistakes without meaning to do so and that lead to a
lot of drama (But if everything resolves in the future, I could actually write
a book on all of it!!). But for now, I’m still clueless and heavy-hearted. No
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year there will be a lot of heights and lows. Bad things happen, a lot at
times. It makes you question yourself over and over. It gives you fear,
frustration, anguish and anger. And worst of all it stops you from looking
after your back and disrupt your life with your own crazy thoughts. But
everyone tells me that everything happens for a reason. I have decided to
believe in this in spite of all that’s happened so far tells me not to do so. So
it’s a healthier approach to believe in happy endings rather than fear for a
bad future ahead. HOPE does not fail a true believer. Be true to yourself, no
matter what comes your way. You are the only person standing between you and
your goals and progress in life. Just make sure you are there as a good supporter
rather than a lousy hurdle”.</span><span style="color: #c0504d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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you have taken is for your own good or for your worse. Once a decision is made,
your life’s path changes its course towards a different direction. Your life’s
path is more or less like a navigation point on a GPRS map. The paths and the
directions keeps drifting around you and you are left to choose the most
suitable path from the numerous rights, lefts and U-turns. And it’ll be even
more challenging when you have no idea about the destination!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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turn; a wrong turn that is taken intentionally just to see how the path works
for your future or the same wrong turn taken unintentionally and later regretted.
Either way to move forward towards any direction, you have to take that
decision. You have to choose that path and you have to tread on it and
experience what the path holds for you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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searching for that one right path amidst the numerous options that are laid
before me. But all I did was choose each option and carefully contemplate the
pros and cons of each such option. Over the months I started to realise, what I
think, see, read and hear about the options in front of me is nothing compared
to what I would experience firsthand in case I choose one of them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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perfectly laid out plan can actually work out? Even the best laid plans fail
and mine is far from being called perfect. But I have choices. Lots of them. But
all of them have the same weight age. All of them have their own pros and cons.
If I choose one, I have to be ready to face some high roads and always be ready
to sacrifice my comfort zone. Nothing ever comes easy for sure.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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moving forward on to a new path rather than contemplating what the path holds
in the future. Am I scared what would happen if things doesn’t work out? Hell
yes. I’m scared about a lot of things but I know I have it in me to face them all. And
that comforts me to some extent. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Makes my life simpler to live and to survive. Yes, surviving. I never actually
lived to survive before; I just lived a carefree life. But now I’m surviving to
live. And that makes all the difference there is.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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I feel so trapped inside. No goals, no determination, no
desire and NO CLUE whatsoever. What am I going to do with my life? Looks like
this life of mine has come to a miserable halt. There is no track from here on
that would lead me to the so called <i>destination</i>.
What is my destination? I hear the word <b>Destiny</b>
in the word destination. What is my destiny? Did god give me this messed up,
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Destiny is overrated. Just like the movies. Just like the
art shows. Just like every other colourful aspects humans create to indulge in.
It’s a fucking camouflage. A lie. That is the ultimate truth. Destiny possesses
our souls, brainwashing our hearts to make the mind believe that the body has
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<b>Nope. No way. Not in
this lifetime.</b> Ah, these are the negative vibes that I feel so familiar
with. It’s a strange thing, but these words give me an ironic comfort inside. Almost
like I am agreeing to them without a fight. I take pleasure in pessimism now.
Because I know ultimately when all the hope, faith and the rainbow coloured
optimism leaves me, I’ll be greeted by my good-old friend pessimism. Negativity
is like a sarcastic symphony. It is just below our hearts waiting to pull it
down whenever the heart gets overwhelmed to soar high because of over-optimism
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wrong. Reality now-a-days is more real than what the word <i>reality</i> actually expresses. Everything is not white, pink or
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The <b>fellow Blog-a-Tonics</b> who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective <b>posts</b> can be checked <a href="http://www.blogaton.in/2012/08/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-30.html"><b>here</b></a>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <b><a href="http://blogaton.in/">Blog-a-Ton</a></b>. I’m thankful to BLOGGER NAME, who introduced Blog-a-Ton to me, and I debuted in XX edition. </blockquote>
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Image - <i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdctR-zLq8UrJlYfukZHHpcqLndPEJAv-0tcFWjjigDJYDPl629I6do3UEzRAz-hQoxMhJ75rNKsw1XfIEc0BQVNn3gTJI1DXRVrh7OW36o5025eIfy5EqvT5F6AMZ9cobhg7LNpXtYGM/s640/_DSC5783_w2.jpg">Shades of Orange</a></i> by <i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10596722078024031693">Harsha Chittar</a></i><br />
Courtesy - <i><a href="http://curiousdino.blogspot.in/">Curious Dino Photography</a></i> via <i><a href="http://www.blogaton.in/">www.blogaton.in</a></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">********************************************************</div>Nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12895336357128654041noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592040332612517763.post-33524205143382453302012-07-28T12:35:00.000+05:302012-07-28T12:37:24.067+05:30Two in One<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This year I received a couple of awards from fellow bloggers and I must say it kind of makes me feel good. This is despite the fact that I'm a major cynic when it comes to this whole receiving an award and tagging business. This is because I love short-cuts and sometimes I think things in such a way that my short-cuts sound really evil. I mean, consider these awards. Its out there on the internet right? There was a time when I saw so many bloggers tagging their friends and giving them awards like these and during that time, I wasn't at the receiving end of any of these awards. So what was my evil short-cut plan? My mind egged me to copy a couple of Liebster's and Versatile's and "pretend" to receive them from bloggers that didn't exist (I was sure most of the readers wouldn't even click on the blogs that I have tagged to double check them!). Guilty!! But I guess my laziness pretty much saved me from carrying out this evil-master plan. And that's the only time I'm really ever grateful for my lazy,comatose state.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Obviously, I'm wrong about this misconception. People really do give interest. And it's never really about how many awards you post on your blog. It's all about how much you have put yourself out there that makes fellow bloggers actually consider you as a possibility to award something like this in order to show their appreciation. Everybody likes a bit of appreciation now and then. But it only makes sense when you are actually recognized and not pretentious about it (Neha's mind, are you listening/reading what I'm typing right now??). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And so here is my appreciation for my friends who thought I should receive this. A mighty thanks to you guys.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you <b><a href="http://imagination19.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Ajay</a></b> for this cool award. (I'm about a few months late in posting it, apologies!!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you <b><a href="http://writingonjusttowrite.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Sreeja</a> </b>for this lovely award. (I'm not so late in posting this, finally coming out of my laziness!)</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1) I tell myself to never listen to myself but I end up listening to myself most of the times.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2) My major current goal in life- to lose some weight and to improve my health.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4) I have a tendency to make my life difficult for me to live in. I'm plagued by negativism and pessimism.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5) I like to be by myself. I like to keep my mouth shut and just be silent. I would really like to control my anger but sometimes it just goes haywire and people in my path will get its full impact. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">6) As a complete contradiction to the above sentence, I love hanging out with my friends, going to parties with them, getting drunk if an opportunity presents itself; but it's less these days as everybody is busy with their careers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">8) I hate being lazy but at the same time I love being lazy (I'm crazy, I know!).</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">9) I love Maggie. I realized I'm addicted to it when recently I went on a 10 day fasting and all I dreamed about was delicious, steaming, hot Maggie.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1. Leopaw (<a href="http://bigbitz.blogspot.in/">http://bigbitz.blogspot.in/</a>)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3. Dr.Time Pass (<a href="http://sometimesmakessense.blogspot.in/">http://sometimesmakessense.blogspot.in/</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">6. Tarang Sinha (<a href="http://tarangsinha.blogspot.in/">http://tarangsinha.blogspot.in/</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">7. Ghazala Hossain (<a href="http://a-blind-date.blogspot.in/">http://a-blind-date.blogspot.in/</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">8. Deepak Karthik (<a href="http://deepakkarthikspeaks.blogspot.in/">http://deepakkarthikspeaks.blogspot.in/</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">9. Jessy John ( <a href="http://jessysjohn.blogspot.in/">http://jessysjohn.blogspot.in/</a>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And many more. I follow a lot of blogs but It's an enormous task to link them all and to intimate them. Nonetheless, I have finally completed this award task. I had nothing else to write as my mind is troubled with multiple issues right now and I'm attacked by <i>overflow-ification of words! </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, I don't need to say much, the picture below speaks for itself. Yesterday, I finally received my long awaited prize from <b>Indiblogger</b> for participating in <a href="http://www.nehasjournal.blogspot.in/2012/03/there-she-was-victim-of-bullying-and.html" target="_blank"><b>Stayfree- Time to Change contes</b>t</a>. I was one of the five winners who won a watch. And finally I have a watch that I can wear as a jewellery. It's quite heavy as it's of a broader make. It was tough for me to choose the best watch as there were so many fabulous watches under Esprit and other brands. The reason I chose an Esprit brand is because, when the result was announced that I had won a prize a few months back, I literally googled every watch present under Esprit and just fell in love with the brand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I must confess, this is my first win ever in a writing contest. And this is the first time ever I've received a BIG prize. I used to win small prizes for drawing and painting stuffs at school level. But currently, I've lost touch towards painting. But I don't want to lose touch when it comes to writing. I always used to write but never figured that this could be seen as a talent too. No, I still can't completely agree that I'm talented at writing. I have a lot to learn. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's that. And as a side-note, I won't be blogging much for the next week. I'm going to a place where I can access internet only through my phone. So will miss out on a week's worth of stories from fellow bloggers. Hope to catch up with you all when I return.</span><br />
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teenager. Especially when it came to my hair. 7 years ago, during my prime teen
years, I was more of an outdoors kind of person and since I am blessed with
long, straight and slightly wavy hair, I hardly thought I needed to take care
of it. It was just hair on my head and I used to pull it into a pony tail,
without even combing my hair at times, before venturing out of the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">During lunch hours at college, all my friends talked
about was hair-fall sufferings and also show-casing excessive concerns about a
few gray hairs here and there that they all seemed to be plagued upon. I
usually got lost in my own thoughts during these conversations. The only thing
I used to be concerned about during those days was when the class hours would
end and what snack granny would have prepared back home. And thus during one of
those “boring” conversations, one of my friend brought me back from my “snack
dream” with a pin pricking question: “So, Neha. You used to have such thick,
lovely hair when you were in school. What happened to it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And her words reverberated all around my empty brain
as this type of question to <i>moi</i> was a
first and I replied to her after two minutes of shocked silence. “What? What do
you mean? My hair has always been like this even back in high school.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“No it wasn’t”, pitched in my other friend to my
deep misery, “I bet you can’t put two thick plaits like you used to put during
those days.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Of course I can, but I won’t. This is college for Christ’s
sake. I don’t want seniors to come and rag me for going all “gauramma” here ok?”
I replied irritably.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ok, then let’s go to the rest room and check out if
your plaits are as thick as they used to be.
You can take them off again”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">So off they dragged me to the ladies room and I knew
I had gotten myself into a spot I didn’t want to get into the first place. As one
of my friend finished braiding my hair, I turned towards the mirror and I was
shocked to see how much volume had been lost in those plaits. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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consoled me and from then onwards even I got into those long and painful
conversations of protecting one’s hair by sharing various homemade remedies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Each week I tried new things. My mom and grandma
worked judiciously by applying coconut oil, neem oil, lemon-mix oil et al to my
scalp and hair. And as a result, my already oily skin got oilier by the day and
my forehead started to house the dreaded pimples. Shampoos are not so good at
removing oil from hair and mom always warned me from resorting to different
shampoos as they contain a lot of chemicals. As a result, once a week I had to resort
to <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acacia_concinna" target="_blank">Shikhakai</a></i> powder and my allergy
towards the irritable thing increased. Shikhakai is a really good natural
product for hair, but it’s a nightmare for those who are allergic to its smell.
My skin used to turn red and itch at the contact of it, and so I had to stop
using it eventually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">After 5 months of this horror show, I literally used
to run away whenever either my mom or granny used to come to me with a bowl of
oil for my scalp. I had had enough of trying to take care of my hair. My hair
had definitely grown longer at a faster pace because of these age-old oil
therapies but I was definitely not satisfied with the torture I was enduring. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyway, with the hectic classes and assignments and
other things ruling my life, I barely had time to have a decent breakfast, let
alone spend five extra minutes to tend my hair. As this hectic schedule
continued, my carelessness towards my already unmaintained hair grew, if
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and was in my first year of engineering. Two years if carelessness regarding my
health due to various factors like hectic college and tuition hours, tensions, eating
junk food rather than fruits and veggies and lack of proper sleep had finally
taken its toll on me. Obviously I had gained weight and keeping that aside, my
lovely hair looked less lovely now a days. And damn those gray hairs. I could
see them hiding amidst my tresses, almost evading my notice. And though my hair
was long, it looked really thin and dull these days. The dandruff problem was
going out of control now and it became really hard to maintain because after
every head bath, my hair would get oily and itchy by next day. And I wasn’t
even using oil for my hair! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shampoo very frequently those days. In a year, I might have used five to six
different brands of shampoos in a vague attempt to control hair-fall and
dandruff issues. Obviously it was all those heavy chemicals that were causing
all this damage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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down the aisle, in search of the Dove soap. I found my <i>Dove Exfoliating Bathing Bar</i> and in the next shelf I found the Dove
Deodorant that I had been meaning to use since a month. Then I remembered that
the <i>Dove Deep Pure Oil-Cleansing Face Wash</i>
I purchased the last time was almost used up. So off it went into my
shopping bag. Then in the next row, I came face to face with Dove range of
shampoos and suddenly I was hit with a strange epiphany. <i>How on earth did I end up using almost all of the Dove products except the
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failed to take note of it before. I literally worship the dove soap and the
dove deodorants, mainly because of their mildness and lovely smell and the soap
really gives my skin a smooth effect. Obviously if the soap and the deodorants
worked, then shampoo should work too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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junk food. And a <i>hello</i> to all the
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could clearly see a positive result on my hair. It was growing long again and
hair-fall had reduced visibly and the split-end problem was almost nil. But the
grey hair was still there. Shampoos can’t rectify that. So from last two years,
I’ve started visiting the salon to get a nice hair colour from a really good
brand. And I feared Dove might not be able to help me out with coloured hair,
but as it turns out, I just needed to change from the <i>Intense Repair Shampoo</i> to the <i>Advanced
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treated hair looks better than ever before. All thanks to Dove and some common
sense to maintain a healthy diet from my part.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Google. When it comes to Google, apart from using the Chrome browser and the Google Search, people end up using Gmail, YouTube, Google+ and Picasa web albums.
Even Dove is similar to Google when it comes to its universal usage. Women are most
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32 posts behind to reach my hundredth post and I intend to reach it with posts
that matter to me. This post is dedicated to all my friendly readers who visit
my blog from time to time and assure me that I’m not the only one reading my
posts. Recently, my blog celebrated its one year <i><a href="http://www.nehasjournal.blogspot.in/2012/06/my-blogs-anniversary.html" target="_blank">anniversary</a></i> and as a gift to myself, I duly noted that about a 100+
fellow blogging friends have been kind enough to follow my page. In the first
month that I started to blog, I had no idea about the blogging world or how it
worked. I was under the impression that I would post whatever I felt like
writing and people would visit and comment on my post. Obviously it doesn’t
work that way and I’m glad it doesn’t work that way too. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Because if things became that easy, I wouldn’t have
developed a broader perspective of reaching out to the diverse family of
bloggers and I definitely wouldn’t have learnt a thing or two about the
different lives and culture and history and the photography that the other
bloggers had in store for readers like me. Over the months, I have learnt to be
humble and definitely I know it now, that blogging is not like Facebook or any
other social networking platform where the sole purpose of such platforms is
self-promotion and a desperate seek to achieve popularity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">No. Blogging is a much more sophisticated and yet a friendly
platform. Indeed, bloggers blog with hopes of gaining many readers. But it’s definitely
worth it because here, all we are promoting is our words. Our hard earned sentences
weaved together to produce an interesting insight into our individual lives. It’s
very easy to take a picture of ourselves and to post it online and to get likes
and comments, but definitely the end result of it won’t be as sweet as getting appreciated
for bringing out the writer in us and showing the world a glimpse of our
intellectualism. That, my friends is the real fruit of blogging.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">So as a thank you to all my fellow bloggers and
friends and future blogging friends whom I look forward to meet and exchange a
comment or two, here is a poem dedicated to you all. Cheers!!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>A journey that began<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Not so long ago;<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>It triggered a dream,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>A dream that evaded its
existence.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>But a dream, that finally
began to unravel<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Letter by letter,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Word by word,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Sentence by sentence.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Finally, I saw my dream<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Pouring onto the pages;<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Pages that I hold close<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>To my heart.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Pages... I never imagined,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Would make their
way<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Into the lives of the many
individuals,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>My fellow bloggers,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>My mentors and my friends,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>Whom I met during this worthwhile
journey.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>So far, the journey has
been fruitful <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>And I intend to continue
it,<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>For days and weeks and
years to come.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>I am forever grateful for
all your support.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i> <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i> ~Neha </i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">********************************************************</div>Nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12895336357128654041noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592040332612517763.post-59337948909748021912012-07-07T13:14:00.001+05:302012-07-24T11:10:30.501+05:30When WORDS get MURDERED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRx4idxhUZTy_VhGRzxKcJfL2ECI4pP1AY9dYnlbIkzIKLZNPD2fQlWQH4U" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRx4idxhUZTy_VhGRzxKcJfL2ECI4pP1AY9dYnlbIkzIKLZNPD2fQlWQH4U" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Let’s not deny it. You and I both have committed
multiple murders recently and we are going to continue to judiciously murder in
the future too. What murder is this, do you ask? Don’t be shocked. Luckily we
won’t be sent to prison for this kind of murder. I’m talking about a crime,
which falls under the section of “defamation of words”. Yes, with the advent of SMS, chat rooms and text messages, we all have victimised the English Language
by murdering its basic word-structure. If you are still not getting me, just get
your smart phone or any other mobile device that you use and open your inbox.
In the recent conversations there is a 99% chance that you are bound to find,
if not all, but at least a few of the following words that would have been
typed in short-form to make them look like this:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And= nd<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Come= “cum” (I mean, come on!! We all know there is
a whole other meaning to the “cum” word!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Coming? = cummin? (No thank you!!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What= wat <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This= dis<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When= wen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The= d<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Your= ur<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Tomorrow= tom (as in tom-cat?)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Should= shud<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Could= cud<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Don’t= don (you want me to “don” my dress or call in
the mafia?)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And the list goes on. This is a serious crime you
know. Over the last ten to fifteen years, we have become so accustomed to the “easy
and short” usage of commonly used words in daily life that it has become more
of a bad habit now a days. Short words are fine to use, when we are in a hurry
to send a message to a friend as fast as possible. At times like that, short
lingo is enough to make the communication. But that doesn’t mean they should be
cultivated to be used on daily basis, especially on formal occasions. Now there
has come a point where people forget the line between a formal and an informal
letter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Consider an average, short-lingo addict who is
typing a very formal letter to an associate. And this is how it goes;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Respected
sir,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As
Ive bin caught up wid a lite fever, its nt possible 4 me 2 attnd d functn on d
said date. Kindly understand n oblige.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Yours
truly,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So
n so.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There is definitely nothing formal about this formal
letter. The excessive usage of short-lingo is slowly deteriorating our brain
from using the actual English words that are classy, wholesome to
pronounce, to speak and to see. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I know SMS language is the all new “it” language that
people, especially the teens and young adults are flaunting now a days. But
studies show that if this type of sub-culture continues, the short form might
as well be adapted as the revised English language with the future generations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">English is often called as a mad man’s language
because, there are words that sound the same but mean different like <i>“hare”</i> and <i>“hair”</i>. Then there are words that sound something and are spelled
with completely different letters like the words <i>“tough”</i> and <i>“through”</i>
where the <i>“gh” </i>is merely there for no
reason. So no language is perfect. Even English is perfectly flawed. But it has
been built and well organised over the past generations. There are many words
that come under this language that define subtlety and sophistication. English
language is a classic, universal language. But times are changing and so is the
usage of English words. In my opinion, people are becoming lazy to type the
whole word. Instead they are resorting to the SMS culture even for formal occasions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This is mainly affecting the children’s Basic
English knowledge. There are cases where students often forget while writing
long answers and resort to using short-form words such as <i>“r for are”,</i> <i>“u for you”</i> and <i>"bcoz for because"</i>.
Maybe short-lingo is a popular culture out in the modern society but they are definitely
formidable to be used when one is expected to actually write on a sheet of
paper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Even I have done such horrible mistakes while writing letters
and even during class internals. And this is mainly because of the constant texting
and chatting with friends on the internet. That is why I started blogging. So
that at least in my posts I wouldn't resort to the SMS culture. And this has
helped me improve over the days. Now a days, even while I text or chat on Facebook,
I make sure I type properly. Of course there are times, I feel lazy and use the
short-hand version. But that’s okay. As long as I don’t use that form of
language in my E-mails, letters and comments, I’m fine with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Words mean a lot to me and I hate to see them get
stripped off and murdered off their essence like this. So I’m making the
following two similar requests:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Please
stop hurting the words. Use them fully and completely and if you respect the
language, that in turn shows your respect to the person reading it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(OR)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">PLZ
stp hurtin d wurds. Use thm full n cumplte n if u respt d lang, thn u respt d
persn readin’t.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now why don’t you decide which makes more sense to
read and to feel? The former or the latter??<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>P.S:</b> Trust me, you don’t want to forget your grammar
like this cat here who texts his pals a lot!! ;)</span></span><br />
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I’m basically a cat person. I adore them. And dogs? Not so
much. But I can’t stay away from puppies. I mean come on, when you look at
their eyes; you can’t help but make that ridiculous noise, “awww”. Nobody can
dare escape from their stubborn cuteness.</div>
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The other day, my little cousin sisters begged me to
accompany them near their granny’s house where they had seen five newly born
puppies, alone as their momma seemed to have abandoned them. They also showed
me a photo of one of the puppies. The little guy was damn cute and I mustered all
my energy to say I have got some work at the house. Undeterred, the girls
pulled my lazy brother from his computer games and off they went to bring along
the little brown puppy. When they arrived, I was the first to run outside and
to pick up the little guy and when we saw the little thing cuddling in my arms,
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But the poor guy was shivering as he was separated from his
brothers and he could barely walk on the floor. We knew we shouldn’t have
brought him because as the minutes went by we all were getting attached to him
but none of us were in a position to completely take care of the little pup. The
girls went to our granny and told her they had brought a new visitor to the
house and granny immediately knew what we were up to. Ten years ago, she had
seen me and my brother do the exact same thing of bringing home stray puppies
and trying to “look-after” them. But to tell the truth, it’s better not to
bring any strays home, as they are used to survive outside (if they are lucky
that is!) and locking them up in a garage only makes it worse for them and for
everyone else in the house. They are after-all little babies (doggie version)
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The poor pup was whining now and we tried pacifying him with
some milk. I guess he was very hungry as he gulped down the entire cup. And before
we knew it, he was running haphazardly inside the gate, searching for a spot to
pee. And he did dirty the veranda gruesomely. All the more reason not to bring
home stray puppies. Cleaning up the mess and all, I would have happily
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So with a heavy heart in the end, we all took the puppy back
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pups. At least we got exempted from the guilt feeling of abandoning the puppy
on its own.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I've shared this post with <a href="http://camera-critters.blogspot.in/2012/07/camera-critters-222.html" target="_blank">Camera Critters</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You know very well that you have just met me and
that you are just a random person that I happen to have the ungracious apathy
to meet on this particular, random day. I showed you the basic formal respect
like any normal, educated human being would show and in return, what do I get?
A humiliating and a disrespectful sneer form your mouth. Who gave you the
rights to just come to me and open up a conversation with the plagiarizing words
that not only makes me feel humiliated but also hurts me in a way that you can’t
understand because of your arrogance. You came to me and made a low-down
statement by calling me and my friends’ <i>fat</i>
and further attempted to bring down our spirits by stating that we don’t “<i>work-out</i>” enough. <b>Who the hell do you think you are to call me fat to my face?</b> And
don’t you know that it’s none of your business at all, to ask what I do with my
life? You just met me 5 minutes back and you think yourself as someone to whom
I’ll listen and talk about my weight issues. Are you my dietician or are you my
guardian? Just because you are old enough to be respected by the society, that
doesn’t give you any right to come up to young women like me and my friends and
call us fat. <i>Did you really think that
while you made that fat statement, we all would cry our eyes out ask you advice
on losing weight? Did you seriously think that while displaying your utter stupidity?</i>
I can see why you thought you could rule any women by your arrogance. While I
was giving you a piece of my mind on how to behave in public, I noticed your
daughter and your wife, standing behind you, silently and helplessly watching
you lose your face in public as I made sure people around us heard what a grave
mistake you had done today by coming up to us for no reason and calling us fat.
I guess you are so used to rule your conservative women at your home. But not
even for a minute did you think that outside your house, women are different,
strong and bold and that you are in no way capable to rule them with your
arrogance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I asked you one question for which you were
incapable to answer and in turn that shut your arrogant mouth up. I asked, <b>“Have you looked yourself in the mirror
lately? Do you really think you are so perfect that you can strut around with
your balding head and a pot-belly that you possess and can come up to me with
your imperfections and point out to me, my flaws?”</b> Are you so blinded by
your arrogance that makes you think yourself as a superior man and makes me and
my friends less superior and hence we should be called by the word “FAT”? Even
as I asked you these questions, there you were, still arguing with me that “as
a human being, you had to make that statement to make me realise how much I
weigh”. FYI MR. Arrogant-bald-headed-man, I know very well about my body nature
and I don’t need some random third person to come to me and point out my flaws.
This is modern society mister, so stop being so blindly stupid. Long gone are
the days where you could have your way with women. <b>If you don’t show me respect, you sure as hell won’t get any respect
from me.</b> Just because you are old enough to be my dad (which you incidentally
stated while I was ripping your arrogance apart with my words), that doesn’t
make you genetically my dad, does it? And don’t you even for a minute compare your
lousy self to my dad, because if my dad were to be here while you made that
statement, he would have literally punched you in the face. This is a fact and
I’m one hundred percent true in my words, so stop arguing with me further,
uncle ji. I was blatantly euphoric to have further shut your arrogant mouth when I asked you, <b>“If some random guy
came up to your daughter and called her a slut, would you have kept quiet?” </b>You
may not have called me any bad names, but making a statement about my body is
just as bad. In fact, it’s worse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You saw only my physical exterior and thought
yourself as a god who would grace upon my soul and make me realize how
unhealthy I am and in turn you dreamed yourself to be my saviour by imagining
that I would fall to your feet and tell you in a teary voice, “Uncle-ji you
have opened my eyes, I never realised that I was fat, until now. Thank you for
calling me fat, I will lost my weight and I will always remember you for
opening my eyes”, I guess that’s the attitude you posses. By now you must know,
that I don’t give a rat’s fart for people like you. I know very well what I am
and I don’t need a lecture from you, you random moron. I know what I’m going
through and I very well know what I’m doing with my life to stay healthy. And incidentally,
this is not at all the point for this post. This post is about you and your
arrogance and how not to cross your limits with women or any other person for
that matter. Learn to show some basic respect Mister “know-it-all”. Only then
will people respect you back. And when you finally realised that you lost your
argument and shamelessly excused yourself, without even an apology, your daughter
came up to me and apologized to me on your behalf. You should be glad to have a
daughter like that who cleans up your mess after you. I pity your wife and
daughter, who are currently living, helplessly under your arrogant shadow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was happy to have humiliated you because you
deserved every word I said today, but none of those words were rude but strong
enough to pierce your icy arrogance. You should be glad that you don’t
understand Kannada, because as you walked away, my friends called you names
that would have made your mother wish that she had never given birth to you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next time you decide to speak your mind without
thinking in front of a person, I’m sure you will remember me and my words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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strong, independent woman.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">********************************************************</div>Nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12895336357128654041noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592040332612517763.post-25051064763523645762012-06-26T23:41:00.000+05:302012-06-26T23:50:56.731+05:30Money Matters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/mikemyatt/2012/03/28/6-tips-for-making-better-decisions/" target="_blank"><i>link</i></a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now that my final semester exams are over, the
post-exam holidays are not exactly what I had in my mind during the exams. The vacations
after any exam is a welcoming gift to any student but the same doesn’t hold
good for a final year Bachelor of Engineering student and especially if that
student doesn’t have any inkling what to do with her life once the course ends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a lot of unanswered and doubtful ones and <b>Decisions</b>...
I remember when I was in 8<sup>th</sup> grade, I was given the first decision of
my future career with respect to which language I would choose as 1<sup>st</sup>
language: Sanskrit or Kannada? And I know the amount of struggle I have faced
within myself to choose the one that is suitable for me. If I choose Sanskrit then
that would mean I have to pay more attention to the subject but if I choose Kannada,
I would have to struggle with the old dialects that I still find difficult to
read and understand. Either way I faced a lot of dead ends. I chose Sanskrit over
Kannada by the way and for a few reasons it was a good decision in the end and
for a few more reasons it was a bad decision after all. This is mainly related
to me, taking double the time I take while reading a Kannada news paper or
books as opposed to the English ones. As Kannada is my mother tongue, this is a
downright shameful situation for me to be in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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now I have a lot of paths ahead of me and choosing the one that is feasible to
my mind set and the one that offers minimal doubts about the future is not at
all an easy game-play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I had long dreams about enjoying my holidays in
bliss for a couple of months once my exams got over. But the very day I came
home after finishing my last exam, I felt least relieved. There was no <i>“thank god it’s finally over”</i> kind of
euphoria that usually greets me after every semester’s exam. Instead, there was
a dead-weight in my chest. <b>The reason:</b> a student can enjoy his/her vacation if
and only if he/she knows when the college is going to reopen next. Once they
know the deadline, they can plan the holiday fun accordingly. But I’m currently
stuck in a <i>“stay at home” vacation</i>
which is anything but a vacation. I don’t have a two month dead line to enjoy
my vacation like I used to do in the previous years of my entire education
life. My future right now is so dark and clouded. In fact, I have no idea what
will happen from a week from now. I have no idea what kind of decisions I have
to face and take up in the nearest future. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Relatives, neighbours, the grocery store aunty and
many more people who know me have asked me the same questions; <i>“You have finished your exams right. Finally
you are enjoying your holidays na?”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Enjoyment? I have lost the meaning to that word
right now. Everything I do right now, I do because I have to do since I have
nothing else to do. I feel deeply unemployed and under-educated right now.
Because currently I’m in a phase called <i>“wait
for thy results and meanwhile thou hast to look for a job or thou hast to apply
for higher studies”</i>. As I wait for the dreaded result which is about to be
announced, I have to juggle between looking out for jobs and at the same time
preparing for PGCET exams for higher studies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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everything depends on my results. If I end up getting a backlog (god forbid), I’ll
be stuck in a dead-lock for the next six months (unless I manage to pass in
reval or the money-mongering challenge revaluation). Else if I do become an
Engineer, I have to decide what to do next. I’m terrible at making the right
decision so it’s really unsettling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>Bottom-line:</b> I refuse to sit at home and do nothing.
I did not struggle these last few years to just give up and sit at home and end
up marrying someone and ask him for pocket money in the future. I’m becoming
very aware of the money games that are happening in my life right now. Mom and
Dad used to dish out money without a second word or question to me before exams
ended. But now, every penny equals to a thousand questions. This has started to
drive me nuts. I’m used to spending money without thinking and now I have to restrain
myself. I know my folks have their best interest in me and they have never said
no when it came to money matters but I guess there comes a point when even they
feel like ATM machines. And it has never been my intention to make them feel
that way but sometimes opinions clash and words will be spoken rather harshly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Its times like these I strongly feel like taking up any
job and just be happy to spend my own money. But that would mean I have to
settle for uninteresting jobs and lead a rather miserable life. And if I decide
to do MBA for the next 2 years, I have a promise of landing myself in a better career
position (even this is an uncertainty but I’m just going to assume the good
stuff here to avoid dwelling on uncertainties). But that would mean I have to depend
on my folks for two years worth of pocket money.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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not. All I have figured out right now is to gain something, I have to lose
something else. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One of my good friend, Shree Harsha is celebrating his
blog’s <i><a href="http://sometimesmakessense.blogspot.in/2012/06/look-at-em-talk.html" target="_blank">1 year anniversary</a></i> and during
the months of June and July he is asking some of his friends to do a guest post
on his blog and I got a chance to do my part too at his blog. Hearty
congratulations for him and his blog. And while I was talking with him about
what I should write, I remembered that even my blog needs to celebrate its
anniversary which was on 10<sup>th</sup> June actually. So I’m an eleven days
late in recognising one of the proudest moments of me being a writer.
Nonetheless, it’s never too late right?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So he asked me to write about me being a blogger and what
got me into writing and how is my journey in the blogging world so far. I’ve
never written about myself and especially on my creative writing side and so
this is a first and quite a toughie for me as anything related to me, results
in a lot of writer’s block in my mind. Since I hate being in the writer’s block
loop, I’m going to try and make this post readable and interesting (oh, please
don’t fall asleep!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So here are some of the questions asked by my friend and
some other questions that I ask myself to give an outlook for this historic
journey of the author behind Neha’s Journal. (Since this is all about me, I shall
shamelessly brag here and there!).</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When did I start
writing?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It all began with a pencil and a paper and also a chalk
piece and a black board when I was about 5. I had just learnt my alphabets and
the teacher at the kindergarten had done an excellent job in making me write my
very first set of cursive alphabets. And that was when I realised, 17 years
later I would become a famous blogger. Okay, that might have gone a wee-bit over
the top! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Coming to the genuine part: Writing has been one of the most
familiar things for me. Well, everyone writes. Even kids who hate writing has
to write when given assignments. Even I was one of them. I hated writing. My
hand would pain and I never really learned to improve my hand-writing. So that
was me when I was 7 or 8.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But one day my whole perception towards writing changed. All
because of a movie called “Harriet the spy”. I was 11 when I saw this movie and
somehow spying on friends and writing about them in a book fascinated me more
than anything else (talk about television having its influence on young minds!).
Even playing with stuffed animals and barbies started to become boring for me
from then onwards. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And so I started with this whole diary business. At first it
was just a book filled with drawings and stuff and not much related to any
actual writing. But when I stepped into 7<sup>th</sup> grade, that was the
starting point of the whole teen-age drama for me, I started to notice things
other than pencil boxes, erasers, insects and butterflies. I started to notice
“people”. My classmates and their individual behaviour, their laughter, their
temper and their voices seemed very interesting for someone who loved to
observe and write about them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Somehow without my knowledge, genuine observing became
notorious spying and I became the mecca of class gossips. I with my gang of
friends used to spy on some of the class boys who went to weird places to play
cricket. The boys came to know about this and we got into trouble. And I used
to write about everything that transpired at school. Now when I turn back those
pages, and read my past writings (with sever grammatical errors and
heart-rending spelling mistakes!) I feel good to go back to those days through
my words. They are fun to read. So who said writing isn’t fun?</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Can I give a little
insight to what actually I write in my non-digital journal?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Okay, my journal book is too mundane. It’s filled with
typical stuff about fears and gloominess. Somehow I write there when I’m lost.
But there are times when I write when I’m extremely happy too but they are
rare. Ever since I started blogging, I’ve declined writing in my journal. It’s
a sad thing for me. But I do write whenever I get an idea to a story. All the
story plotting stuffs are extensively done in that book as of now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So here is a little sneak-peek into my non-digital journal.
It’s something I wrote a few months back on the occasion of buying a new
journal to continue my writing extravaganzas;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #7030a0;">In the silence of the</span> <span style="color: #7030a0;">night, I sat staring blankly at my new un-penned book. Is
today another day for the reign of the “writer’s block” to take over? Or should
I just write about writer’s block for the sake of writing something in my new purple
notebook that I purchased from the local mall for a very high price plus taxes?
Sigh, maybe a random poem might help;</span></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">The things I do,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">I do for reasons unknown.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">Unknown is the reason,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">A reason nonetheless.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">Nonetheless I try,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">Try I do, to bring out the best.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">Best is a wild, wicked dream;<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">And I dream for a reason,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #7030a0;">A reason nonetheless.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0;">~Neha </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When did my blogging
journey begin?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I seriously started blogging in 2011. But before that in
2009, I first created a blog page for fun. Back then I was in 2<sup>nd</sup>
year of engineering and even though I was a computer science student, the
simple blog layout used to confuse me a lot and blogging seemed like a
complicated business. All those tools, labels and pages... sounded like some
geeky place to scroll over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As the semesters went by, I started to show more interest as
started to understand what a web page was. Of course, even a small kid can blog
these days, but I was under the wrong assumption that only people who knew
about the technical stuff can blog! But extra knowledge doesn’t hurt too. I see
blogging differently these days. It’s not just a place to post my writing but it’s
also a place where I study different HTML and CSS codes with interest.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What does writing mean to me? </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">From a year and a half I’ve been seriously bitten by the
writer’s bug. Now that my creative writing side was starting to wake up, I
started to write a lot of poems. And poems helped me to think in an abstract
manner. Poems actually have the ability to broaden the way of thinking. They are
creative, fun and imaginative and it’s every creative writer’s dream to escape
from reality now and then.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For the first time I actually completed a four page story
called <b><a href="http://nehasjournal.blogspot.in/2011/06/premonition.html" target="_blank">“The Premonition”</a></b>. I was
really happy with my effort as it was one of those attempts in writing that I
had truly completed so far. I wanted audience to read my writing and provide me
with valuable feedback. At first I was apprehensive that people would laugh at
my work. But most of my friends and even my mom (she is a tough critic) said I
really did have something going here. So finally, took the leap and started to
share all my work at Neha’s Journal.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Why the name Neha’s
Journal?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well that’s how I started to write. Initially it was a
typical girl’s personal diary but as I grew up, so did my knowledge and my
experiences in life. I underwent a lot of failures and even saw a little bit of
success here and there. I fell in love and broke up too. Its experiences and
milestones such as these that strongly triggered the writer in me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The bottom line for me when it comes to writing: <b>IT GIVES ME PEACE.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It leads me to join all the pieces together – life, love,
misery, death... you name it. I find that I’m in close contact with my life and
surroundings through my writing. Many people live their entire life on the go
and when they die, their stories go untold. I feel that it’s a waste of a
person’s soul. One should at least leave behind something from which the others
can actually know who they were.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Photographs are only still memories at a particular point in
life. But writing... it’s like a movie of your life, a movie which the readers
can view in their minds when they read a person’s writing. It’s a movie each person
can witness in his or her own terms of imagination.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By now I can tell without a hitch that I have practically
grown up writing and hence writing for me is LIFE.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blogging and
Bloggers:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For some of my earliest posts, I had some very few visitors
who were patient and kind enough to leave behind a comment or two. Their appreciation
and constructive criticism encouraged me to better my blog as well as hone my
writing skills. In the last one year, I have had around 16,000 visitors and
counting. Around 97 bloggers are kind enough to support me through following my
blog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’m no famous or top rated blogger. I’m still an amateur and
I have a lot to learn. I write to attain peace. Writing is always stress-free. And
reading other blogger’s post is also a nice way to forget about my own worries.
Writing and reading go hand in hand. If you want to be a good writer and want
to people to recognise your work then you have to get out there and appreciate
other bloggers. One shouldn’t do it for a selfish reason. You must develop genuine
interest in reading other writer’s work. And reading is definitely not a waste
of time. Think about all the ideas you can get through reading different posts
by different authors. Each person has his/her own style of writing and you can
always gain and learn different ideas from them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And just a few months back, I registered myself at <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/" target="_blank">Indiblogger</a>
and started to post my work at the Indivine. It’s a top Indian blogging site
with over a 100,000 bloggers from all nationalities and inter-states of India
who get together at the site and share their posts. If people like your post
then they vote for you at the indivine. You can follow fellow bloggers and
broaden your network. It’s one of those sites from where genuine readers visit
your blog and give back valuable feed-backs.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I’m very happy to say that so many people have visited
my blog and it’s a privilege to visit their blogs and interact with them and in
turn grow my network over the months.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There are so many bloggers/authors out there who have a huge
potential to become the future Paulo Cohelo or Rabindranath Tagore or Enid Blyton. I’m glad I
could be a part of the blogging world and even gladder that I get to share a
part of my world with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I was under the false radar that I was living in a <b><i>paradise</i></b>. A paradise of love and <b><i>passion</i></b> knitted together. A paradise where two hearts were pinned together by cupid’s <b><i>arrow</i></b>. A paradise where anything he said to me sounded like a beautiful <b><i>verse</i></b> taken right from a Shakespearean sonnet.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">But one <b><i>evening</i></b>, my paradise vanished as quickly as water vanishes from cupped hands. Our six month relationship ended by just an SMS that he sent to my phone: <i>I’m sorry Shai; it’s not working for me. I just need to be on my own right now. I hope you understand and wish you all the best for the future.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I got dumped through a SMS! My <b><i>pride</i></b> was hurt to an irreparable extent. Tears rightfully rolled down my cheeks as memories of him and I, together at happier times engulfed my mind like a poisonous <b><i>snake</i></b>. No sooner these memories started to overwhelm me, than I felt a stronger emotion than sadness. <b>Anger</b>. It was an intense emotion that surged through my heart and reached every part of my body. I was <b><i>torn</i></b> between crying my eyes out and at the same time, controlling the same tears. I felt confused, lost, defeated and betrayed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I thought back to what I knew about Rahul. I wasn’t even sure if that was his real name now. I was so engrossed with him, his words and his charms that I had blindly trusted him. All I knew was that he lived in some flat which was on the opposite side of the city from where I lived. With a flash, a piece of memory whipped my conscience as I remembered the night I had agreed to spend with him. He had proposed that night and offered to marry me and that was enough for me as I dived into his arms like a fool. How could I’ve been so stupid? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">The <b><i>riot</i></b> of deeply burnt emotions that were battling inside me was inexplicable. He was a <b><i>cheat</i></b> and his entire existence was just promoting falsification. People like him didn’t deserve to dwell happily on this planet. I had to do something to stop him cause the same catastrophe to other women.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I controlled myself from calling him or even replying him back with an SMS. I so badly wanted to curse him and shout at him. But that would just make me more vulnerable and it would show him that he had got to me and burned me. I wasn’t the type of girl who would get dumped and accept defeat on the same day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">I wiped my tears and read his message one last time before deleting it for good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Last night I had a revelation, somehow I have to make you pay<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s all about manipulation, and what it takes to get my way<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don’t believe in soft solutions, no one makes a fool of me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Without receiving retribution, no one hurts me and goes free…”</span></i></div>
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<i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> ~ Red Delicious</span></i></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">3 weeks later...<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul lazily walked into the usual pub that he frequented time and again to find new game. He saw women like opportunity and once he caught hold of one opportunity and used it to the fullest extent; he always looked out for new opportunities. But today, he was in no mood to moon some random woman. He had had enough of swirling around random women until they consented to sleep with him and later ditching them the fastest way possible. Some would call people like Rahul as man-whore but he called himself an opportunist and according to him, there was nothing wrong in making use of his man-hood to the fullest extent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I never thought I would see this day. I never even considered there would be such a possibility as this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Subject</b>: Web 2.0
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Level of toughness</b>:
Pretty tough but not “scary and hopeless” kind-of tough like the <a href="http://nehasjournal.blogspot.in/2012/05/exam-diaries.html" target="_blank">last egg-jaam</a>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Define Web 2.0</b>:
It basically simplifies user interaction by providing rich user interface. I’m
just stating the bottom line here. Let me not dwell on the finer details of the
definition as it’s swiftly depleting from my memory. But web 2.0 as the
definition says, simplified my life by lessening most of my worries.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Reason:</b> As you can see in the picture, there seems to
be some discount marks for today’s egg-jaam paper.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">YES!!! A Whole 7
Marks Discount. Finally, at least in my final semester, I got graced by a question paper that displayed an incomplete question , leading to the
provision of grace marks for all the computer science students like me. (Only an engineer student can know the value of free grace marks!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Whoever set the question paper, my gratitude goes to them
for befalling to this blind-spot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>P.S:</b> Me, my friends and the rest of the students walked out
of the exam hall with an air of satisfaction and glee.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I woke-up from a nightmare... I was trapped in a room full
of snakes. Throat burning, took a stroll down the dark corridor to get a drink.
Suddenly, I felt something climb-up my leg. My blood-curdling scream woke the neighbors up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It was a frog. Embarrassed... hope for poisonous snakes the
next time I scream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>P.S:</b> Time- 3.00 am. Wrapped up my studies and went
down-stairs with half open eyes. The dark living room at this ungodly hour was
serving party for a couple of nasty frogs hopping about our house. Stepping on
their squishy bodies and having them jump up on my feet in retaliation was not the
kind of thing to be expected at this time of the night. I cursed loudly, but
they were just frogs. And for all I know, they might be cursing me too for the
intrusion. Nonetheless, decided to scream my head off in this F-55!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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