tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91564144198475621272024-02-19T18:07:49.520+05:30life unfurledAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-91381271316770559122013-01-09T02:54:00.001+05:302013-01-09T21:45:04.739+05:30Finding something new<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So one day I was walking across the street aimlessly, wandering along the lines, you could say. Watching people, their activities, the different kinds of things that often go on in the marketplace. Walking on and on, I stopped by a book store with some really nice books, new editions some of which looked really interesting. Walking inside, I gaze around the store. It was a newly opened one and I had been around here since the past week only. To tell you, it was pretty swanky. There were these really great shelves, everything organized as per the buyer's demands. <a href="http://www.hoopos.com/h/learning-&-work-books" target="_blank">Learning books</a> on one side, books for dummies on the other side. Fictions, non fictions auto biographies all were sorted out in a pretty neat manner. The store also had a <a href="http://hoopos.com/h/archies" target="_blank">archies gift</a> center with all kinds of gifts. For the infant, young, old, boyfriend/girlfriend sister, brother, husband wife. You name it.Also accompanying the store was this really cool coffee place. Medieval themed cafe bar servin all kind of beverages to sooth up your insides. It was pretty amazing to see the old and worn out small shop being<a href="http://www.hoopos.com/h/morph" target="_blank"> </a>transformed into such a swanky new place that could attract a lot of readers, place to sit down, read your book, relax over a cup of coffee and just chill out for a while. Such are the places where sometimes I find solace in. These places offer you the exact kind of privacy as well as the exposure you need to get going. You see people with different activities and all of a sudden you get that positive vibe from the nature and the surroundings, it instantly cherishes your mood. <b>So go out there and discover something new around you, just as I did today. And while you are at it, why not <a href="http://www.hoopos.com/h/morph" target="_blank">morph</a> yourself into something you have always wanted to be, but haven't had the courage to. </b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-5418557088931837082013-01-07T01:58:00.003+05:302013-01-07T01:58:37.908+05:30A poetic fight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She was a girl</div>
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He was a boy</div>
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She was beautiful</div>
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He was handsome</div>
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She was a successful woman</div>
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He was a hardworking man</div>
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She loved him too much</div>
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As he did to her.</div>
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She obeyed all his demands</div>
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took care of him nicely</div>
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He kept her happy</div>
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often with gifts</div>
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Left by saying that</div>
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You look girly</div>
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You should grow a stubble</div>
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to look like a man.</div>
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Inspired, he was</div>
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Furious, she was.</div>
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Manly he wanted to look</div>
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Clean and class she wanted him to show</div>
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each more uglier than the other</div>
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He argued a lot</div>
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She did not stop either.</div>
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He stopped with the gifts</div>
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She stopped with the love</div>
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pacified the couple</div>
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neither were wrong</div>
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but neither were right</div>
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the woman was right</div>
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a calm talk</div>
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and a week of eating out</div>
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it took, for the man</div>
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and in the end he shaved off his stubble</div>
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to look like a gentleman.</div>
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She stayed her ground</div>
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food, stopped loving him</div>
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for what she thought was right.</div>
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And eventually she won the fight.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-39258241581925446512013-01-07T00:59:00.000+05:302013-01-07T01:40:41.816+05:30One fine argument<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I sometimes do not understand why don't women like stubble. I mean stubble clearly show the manliness of the person. The boldness, the epicness of the man is crystal clear as soon as he is spotted with a stubble.Anyway, so I had a kind of epiphany to grow a stubble. For the first few days, my wife did not mind it. But soon it became evident that she was not gonna support me for long. She kept saying that shave it off, shave it off, but I wasn't off the right mind and thus decided to IGNORE MY WIFE's POLITE REQUESTS. And thus one day like a over pressured pressure cooker, my wife burst.<br />
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"Do you know for how many days I have been telling you to shave off that ugly looking stubble?"<br />
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I know baba. But the thing is that, I really like to have a stubble. It gives a more masculine kind of touch to my body and my aura."<br />
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"Well, your aura does not kiss you or have sex with you, you get that. Better take it off."<br />
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Okay now I am going to skip some of the ugly sounding parts of the conversation, the ones I am really embarrassed about. But now I got really heated up in the argument and presented one of my best comebacks ever.<br />
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So, you fallen for the Gillete Shave it off campaign huh. What lame douchebag came up with that campaign. Facial hair of a person defines the man. It has been doing so time immemorial, and you want me to lose my identity. Look at Jesus Christ even he had a stubble. Look at Shirdi Sai Baba, even he had a badass mustache and a stubble. And you want me to shave Tell me one thing. Do I not have better things to do in my life other than shave off my manliness. What is wrong with you women folk? Why can't you let us men folk grow a stubble peacefully and comply with it. You have got to be kidding me with this shaving crap. If one fine day, Gillette ties up with Revlon and start a Shaved Men Love Lipstick campaign, will you go and buy me out some lipsticks also. Who am I without my facial hair. Not Adolf. Without my stubble, I will become a doll perhaps. If you want a doll instead of Adolf, I will get you a Barbie instead You should go to Delhi and convince Manmohan Singh to Shave and then apply Fair and Lovely on him. I thought you could differentiate easily between a MAN and a douche bag I just cant understand what kind of revenge is Gilette taking from us men. Gilette founder also had a badass mustache then why not me and you want me to shave. What has happened to you?</div>
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What? What nonsense are you saying? All right. Here's your pillow and bed sheet Go sleep on the couch and enter my bed only when you have shaved off your manliness.</div>
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Okay I admit I went a bit far, but come one those were all valid points. At least according to me. Anyway, now I had to shave off the stubble cause I loved my bed too much and also it was kind of cold in the winter. So this is how my wife convinced( read:forced) me to shave off my stubble.<br />
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Transcending itself</div>
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Mistaken creatures</div>
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Why you must find us?</div>
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Our secrets</div>
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Galactic hunters</div>
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salvaging planets</div>
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turn by turn.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-77894235565494188092012-08-24T19:45:00.000+05:302012-08-24T21:41:05.364+05:30When love was the only option.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Cold winds, darker and longer nights were the scenes that were setting up in Ahmedabad, much like Zeeshan's life. Zeeshan was a 26 year old Project Manager in one of the software companies. Being a software techie for a very long time he was quite a senoir in the office with a handsome salary, a beautiful home, loving parents, and a decent group of friends.Life was going on a smooth phase for him. BUT he was slowly reaching the so-called MARRIAGEABLE AGE of his life, and his parents were creating profiles all over the matrimonial sites, arranging meetings with girls and so on<br />
<a name='more'></a>. Zeeshan tried to stay as far away from all this as possible. He did not go out to meet the girls or even checked them out online. The constant search for a "PERFECT BRIDE" was the thing that hurt him the most. He did not want to meet girls, he did NOT WANT TO MARRY A GIRL. He was enjoying the current successful phase of his life. Slowly the days transformed into weeks and weeks into months. Just like that two years passed and he ignored the topic of marriage and engrossed himself completely into work. but society always has something to say to everything going around, and cannot stop poking their nose into other people's lives. And so they started questioning Zeeshan's parents, commenting them to marry him off quickly, suggested different relations and did all they possibly could to marry Zeeshan. All this was fueling up Zeeshan's anger and one fine day he could not take it anymore. So he decided to talk to his parents about something that he had been hiding from them.<br />
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Zeeshan: Mumma and Papa, I want to talk to you about something.<br />
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<b>Dad</b>: Yes beta, bolo kya hua?<br />
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<b>Zeeshan</b>: First you both sit down and relax.<br />
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<b>Mumma</b>: Zeeshan, is everything okay? Any problem at work?<br />
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<b>Zeeshan</b>: Naa mumma, nothing like that. You first sit down. I want to tell you something..<br />
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<b>Dad</b>: Ab bolo, kya hua?<br />
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<b>Zeeshan</b>: I dont want to get married papa.<br />
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<b>Mumma</b>: But why Zeeshan? What is the problem? You have already crossed your marriageable age. We have never forced you to get married, but someday or the other, you will have to.<br />
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<b>Zeeshan</b>: But mom, I dont want to get married to a girl.<br />
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<b>Dad</b>: What do you mean you don't want to get married to a girl? Who then will you marry, a boy?<br />
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<b>Zeeshan</b>: <b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Exactly Dad. I am gay.</span></i></b><br />
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<b>Mumma</b>: Zeeshan, this is not a correct time to play such jokes. We are serious here.<br />
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<b>Zeeshan</b>: Maa, I am serious. Do you think I would joke about such stuff? I am shit serious.<br />
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Zeeshan's dad just deposited two slaps on Zeeshan's face. The room froze, silence engulfed it.<br />
Tears started dripping from his mom's eyes. Zeeshan's limbs froze. He did not dare look up to his parent's faces. He wante to tell his parents about this, long time ago, but he could not dare to do so, but it had to be done no matter what. The truth had to come out and he had to face the consequences.<br />
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He started to walk towards his room, when his dad said: You may now leave this house, and never show your face to us again. You have shamed this family, and we don't want any kind of connection with you. You may stay the night, but the first thing in the morning is leave this house.<br />
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Without looking up or replying he quietly trotted towards his rooom where he was about to face a long dreary night of unending thoughts, constant guilt and true feeling of loneliness overcoming him. He closed the door, sat by the window through which the cool breeze was trying to calm his thoughts.<br />
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The night seemed unending, so to avoid overthinking he started to pack his bags, took his most precious stuff and decided what to do next. Just that moment, his eyes fell upon a photograph of himself with his parents, all smiling and having no worries. He wished to be back in those days, where everything was normal, where his sexuality did not matter and he could live freely. Well that could not happen now. So he gathered all his stuff, wrote a note, kept it on the coffee table and left. Without looking back and tears in his eyes he just kept moving not knowing where to go.<br />
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In the middle of night, he decided to crash at a hotel. Keeping his emotions in check he worked out all his options and tried to forget whatever happened.<br />
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Soon, he shifted into a new apartment near his office, and completely focused on his work resulting into him being transferred into the head office at Mumbai. Leaving his past behind he shifted to New York. Luck was favoring him, and in the cultural city of Mumbai, he also found a partner who understood him completely, was also thrown out of his family for being a homosexual. Both instantly connected and got married. It was like a fairy tale love marriage.<br />
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Zeeshan and John were still together and happy. They also adopted a child together, named him Frank and the whole family lived blissfully together. But somehow, Zeeshan still wanted to give himself yet another chance and wanted his parents to be happy with him. The accusation on him bringing shame to the family still pinched him. And so he decided to visit his parents and ask for forgiveness. So the whole family packed bags and headed towards Ahmedabad.<br />
Zeeshan connected with his old friends and came to know that his parents still lived in the old house.<br />
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<b>Walking upto that porch ahead of the gate, he looked at the house he spent some of the best years of his life. Tears started tripping down his eyes. John held him and asked to be confident and not cry.</b><br />
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Coming!!!" Came a voice from inside.<br />
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The eyes met, hands trembled and a moment of silence followed.<br />
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Kaun hai??" An old lady asked from inside walking towards the door.<br />
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Zeeshan met her eyes and she was engulfed in shock and stillness. The whole family stood there for 15 mins. And suddenly his Dad burst into tears and hugged him hard. The whole family was in tears of joy, no one speaking a word but loads of things were understood. Introducing John and Frank to his parents, Zeeshan described all that had happened with him during the years he was gone. His parents were proud of what his son had achieved.<br />
Dad: Beta, we are very sorry for whatevr we did to you. We were old school and could not take the news you gave to us properly and throwing you out. This house was never a home without you. You have never brought shame to ys, but you have made us proud. We apologize to you. Please forgive us. We also have saved the note you left and still cherish the old memories you gave us.<br />
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Zeeshan: No dad, please don't ask for forgiveness. You are my father and have every right to tell me what is wrong and right. Can we just leave the past behind us?<br />
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Mom: Enough about whatever happened. Let us take a fresh start. From now on, You, John and Frank will stay here and go nowhere. Now this is your home.<br />
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If Zeeshan would have been forcibly married to a girl, it would have ruined two lives and bring happiness to none of them, but instead Zeeshan took the path of truth even though he knew the consequences he was going to face. But he still did it.<br />
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Homosexuality is often thought of as a disease or some malfunction of the body. But it isnt. Homosexual people are as normal as any other person in the world and they deserve equal rights too. The taboo behind Gay marriages has to be cleared off, and homosexuals need to be welcomed with open hands.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-89017995265655246652012-08-19T15:17:00.000+05:302012-08-19T15:17:12.267+05:30SOAK NO MORE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Once upon a time, in a faraway world, there was a small place called LALA land with a population of only 3000. The people there were always united together, enjoyed and played with each other, went out to different places, and lived in peace and harmony. There was only one problem that prevailed there. The women folk of the town used to get very tired of the constant soaking of clothes while washing them and still the clothes would not get cleaned properly.This was a problem that persisted for a long time and still they did not find a solution to the problem.<br />
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Once out of the blue moon, a huge blue truck with SURF EXCEL came into the town, with blaring speakers and headed towards the town hall. Seeing this, the town folk followed it and suddenly they saw a huge blue tent on the hall ground. Thinking that it was something like a carnival they all strode in. When they were all in, a guy came onto the stage and spoke: ARE YOU TIRED OF SOAKING CONSTANTLY? ARE YOU TIRED OF THE CONSTANT STAINS THAT STAY ON YOUR CLOTHES FOREVER? DO YOU FEEL THAT YOU'RE SOAKED IN THE WORK AND DAILY GRIND OF WASHING CLOTHES? WELL, if you are then REJOICE. We are here to free you from the constant soaking and the hours of washing clothes.<br />
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The ladies were overwhelmed with pleasure not believing whatever just happened, and thanked the SURF EXCEL TEAM for their constant endeavor to provide good and efficient cleaning to the society and free the ladies from hours of soaking.</div>
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It was a regular day for me. Returning from college, throwing my backpack on the sofa, rushing upstairs with my food to find solace with my laptop and the blogging world, I was introduced to 3 months ago by a dear friend. Slowly, the addiction of FaceBook tranformed into Blogger, WordPress, IndiBlogger and BlogAdda. Getting back to that day, I quickly opened up the tabs to these sites, and </div>
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<i><b>GRRRRR!!!!!</b></i> Being a teenager, I considered the whole marriage thing being pretty vague. At every wedding that I attended, I used to think, Aww man!! Another wedding. How can spend their entire lifetime being with a single person, and throw a bash for it? Bore nahi ho jaenge log? Even though I used to love attend wedding cause of the lip-smacking delicacies they had. Still, making a decision to spend a lifetime with a SINGLE PERSON, and throwing a party for two days, calling all the relatives, friends, colleagues etc is quite strange. That is quite the courage people show. But well this has been going on for generations.People have been eating tasty food, celebrating with all their might, sometimes getting broke paying for the party. But hell!!! They still enjoy it.<br />
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So googling MARRIAGE, the first mainly consisted of <b><i>shaadi.com, jeevansaathi.com, times matrimony.com</i></b>. So a basic fact was cleared in my mind. Arrange marriage is a big HIT in INDIA. And it is proving to be woprking too. I mean, one can see your parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents and all, living together for more than a generation, and enjoying it also. So trying a different search engine this time, I looked into 9gag for some detail and humour. Yeah I get that 9GAG isn't the perfect place to search, but I found some pretty good humour there. A few excerpts are:<br />
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Getting away from humour, and turning into love marriage. I was like <b><i>HELLOOOO!!</i></b> You people are also getting married. Be it love or arranged. Occupying this earth for only 17 years, the love I have seen around is mostly in TV SHOWS, MOVIES, a few high-schoolers who promise to be together forever. pass on few texts, have chubby-chubby conversations, and when the time for college come, make a fake lie of being together and having a long-distance conversation which fizzles out, BREAKING UP and then finding someone else in their college itself. Even though the idea of love seems fascinating at first, trust me friends, grass is not green on the other side, it is grey.<br />
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Waking my lazy ass up from hibernation, my phone's annoying message tone displayed a <b>"NEW TEXT MESSAGE"</b> from Facebook. <i>*Sigh*</i>. I should have paid heed to my friends advice against enabling message notifications. With one eye open I read the so called notification which read:<b>" Rahul has tagged a photo of you"</b>. I was about to break my wall with the NOKIA I had, when another one of those messages popped up displaying some user's comment saying: <b>"HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO YOU TOO"</b>. Oh right!!<b><i><u> Today is Independence Day. </u></i></b><br />
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So today is the day when FaceBook and Twitter is flooded with statuses, pictures, videos all saying Happy Independence Day, tagging each other merrily and then commenting on each other's Independence Day images, message "How they are proud of India" to all their contacts. Sure the day is of immense importance to India and it's citizens, but are you sure that the amount of lives that were sacrificed to achieve the Independence and throw out the British can be justified merely with a status and an image getting hundreds of likes and comments or the 66% sale adverts which are thrown in with the newspaper, the new ice cream flavors with colors matching to that of Indian flag are launched, or by the tricolor sticking to the glasses of showrooms, or by decking up mannequins with the tri-colored clothes.Somehow, on Independence Day everyone shows off the patriotism to show that they really care, buy those plastic flags from the cross-roads, listen to patriotic music, watch Border, Gadar, LOC Kargil in their AC fitted rooms munching to Vadilal's tri colored-ice creams and update statuses and tweet about the day and then the next day dump those flags beside the first dustbin they get on their way to office. Is this how the patriotism is shown towards a country for which their ancestors fought so hard? Can the lives of those valiant soldiers be compensated for a tweet or a status update? For a true citizen who is REALLY PROUD of his/her country, shouldn't the patriotic feelings remains all throughout the year not just come out of the shell on Independence Day and Republic Day?<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54490/193/A84677BF0B3E709CD130514E0D304D10.png" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px !important;" /></a><br />
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Tea for two and a piece of cake- A title that caught my eye and so I decided to read it. And the way Preeti Shenoy revolved the story around Nisha, Sameer and Akash is completely amazing. She manages the reader to grip onto the book and not leave it till you complete it.<br />
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Nisha(a Beautiful, young and suave girl) and Sameer(a handsome young businessman) are the protagonist of the book. They both together have a story book love marriage, but slowly the love from the marriage fades away, and Sameer moves to a younger and beautiful girl Maya leaving Nisha fending for herself and her two children. Nisha is completely lost, feels betrayed and tries to gather the broken pieces of her heart and life. As she see-saws through a series of emotions and feelings of pain and rejection, she finds Akash, an old friend, standing next to her through her dark days. And sets up "The Saucepan"- a place providing gourmet food for high end parties and gatherings, working out all the troubles and glitches with Akash being her moral supporter. Just when she thought her life was getting back on the tracks, another huge jolt shockes her in the form of her neighbor's death and Akash moving to Pondicherry for work commitments. Is she able to come out of this shock? Read the book to find out. :)<br /><br />My rating: 3.5/5.<br /><br />So is it worth the 125 bucks? Hell yeah!! Go ahead and enjoy the book.<br />
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Preeti Shenoy has a way of writing which helps the user to relate to every situation in the book. You may find this one an interesting book to read. Other of Preeti Shenoys's books are: 34 Bubble gums and Candies and Life is What You Make of It.
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Strolling in the shadow of dusky light</div>
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Orange hue above a beautiful sight</div>
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People in watching, all quiet alone</div>
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Afraid of no warning or gentle atone</div>
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Balmy breeze of autumn fading away</div>
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The mighty sun drowning in the ocean</div>
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As young heads play with sparkling water</div>
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The old ones sit and watchthe palm trees that bend over beautifully</div>
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Whispering grass, musty and sweet.</div>
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Fragrance of flowers, odors of peat</div>
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Shimmering gold from the trees</div>
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In the evening sunset, close of the day</div>
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A wise owl that hoots, has nothing to say</div>
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Peaceful and tranquil now hazing away</div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">80th birthday,</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">flickering candles,</span></span></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-44602836407844744022012-07-22T16:23:00.002+05:302012-08-11T00:45:29.501+05:30you..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I once stood bewildered upon a stone<br />
watching the sol drown over horizon<br />
I let myself fly,<br />
I know I would never cry,<br />
Having you standing by.<br />
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The moment I see you smile,<br />
the world becomes a better place.<br />
Hearing you laugh<br />
melts out every possible pain I ever had.<br />
Those glowing cheeks that blow up<br />
everytime you smile<br />
makes my heart skip a beat.<br />
In your eyes I am lost<br />
And in your soul I wish to be a ghost<br />
So I can stay there forever,<br />
and travel with you everywhere.<br />
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Everyday, ever night.<br />
I long for your presence<br />
and linger in your essence.<br />
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You stole my heart, my mind and my soul<br />
You took the main role.<br />
As I stand with you<br />
your fingers interlocked with mine<br />
I cannot help but wonder<br />
How can a stranger somehow be<br />
the most glorified person of my life?<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-71894072409855591862012-07-16T19:23:00.000+05:302012-08-11T00:45:46.899+05:30I wonder...!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I wonder upon thee sky<br />
of t<span style="background-color: white;">he quest of life</span><br />
beset upon me.<br />
of all the troubles overcomed<br />
the path yet to unfurl<br />
the truly glorious moments<br />
of the past<br />
and the happiness ensured further.<br />
of all the unraveled <span style="background-color: white;">treasure</span><br />
the jewels it will hold<br />
and the trouble it will hold<br />
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I wonder upon thee sky,<br />
Is it worth to keep travelling<br />
or should I go back to the start?<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09994152709708370442noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156414419847562127.post-20302527601913133262012-07-09T14:20:00.000+05:302012-08-11T00:46:54.648+05:30the boarding lounge..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Flight no.KF174 heading towards New Delhi has been delayed for 2
hours. It will now arrive at 1730 hours and depart at 1800 hours.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"Damn man!! What am I supposed
to do for another two hours?"<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The hurricane lashed out all along America, delaying flights and
my plans of travelling back home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> Having no choice other than waiting, I started towards the
waiting area, picked up some magazines on the way, wondering how to while away
two hours with no almost no battery in my smartphone. Just Another day in
paradise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Making myself at home in the lounge area, I started flipping
through the magazine. Soon, the magazine got boring, and I flipped around
checking out the airport like I had something better to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Suddenly, my eyes diverted
towards this young Indian girl, and an unearthly chill settled down upon me. I
mean, I'm one of those guys who never believed in those "LOVE AT FIRST
SIGHT' stuff, but seeing that girl sitting right in front of me, completely oblivious
to the world, headphones plugged in, a MILLS-AND-BOON in her hand, beautiful
hair curling down at the ends with a little tinge of golden in a world of
black, those big eyes filled with innocence giving a hint of her innocence, the
black eye-brows guarding her eyes in an eerie yet amazing way, the lightly
freckled face brimming with peace, innocence and compassion. </span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The more I tried to avoid looking
at her, the more I dwelled into her, her eyes, her thoughts
were inviting me towards her, and for the first time in my life, I
wasn't in control of myself. All voiced hushed and movement paused, as if time itself
did not dare continue its incessant journey in the presence of such a creature.
Her beauty was both unnatural and breath-taking-a nightmare in motion yet
poetry personified, and none could tear their eyes away from her. From the
first moment they were ensnared. They stood no hope of escape. </span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Suddenly, those big eyes looked
up, catching me completely off-guard. My heart stopped, jaw dropped, but my
eyes refused to look away. The eyes met, and a warm feeling surged through my
body, a smile appeared out of the blue, and my heart elated. A smile wiped me
of my worries, and all I could feel was happiness, love, passion in the world. Seeing
her see me like that made me feel on the top of the world. For the first time,
I really started to believe all the hype caused by love, the guitars humming,
complete elation, no worries, only wish is to be with the other person forever,
keep looking and admiring her. That look stopped the time in my world and all I
could do was stare directly into her eyes. </span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">*PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT NK-54
HEADING TOWARDS MUMBAI ARE REQUESTED TO HEAD TOWARDS THE BOARDING AREA 4, IT IS
SCHEDULED TO DEPART IN 10 MINS* The irritating voice ruined the
"PERFECT" moment. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Looking flustered as well as
disappointed, she started to wind up her things, and was looking ready to
leave. And all that seemed to end up that moment. Watching her pack up her
stuff, I opened up my magazine again. *SIGH*</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Watching her go, felt like a blow
to the heart. Our eyes met again, sadness also developed in her eyes, and there
she was. GONE. And I was here with my stupid magazine. i again looked at the
seat where she was seated just a few minutes back, and suddenly my eyes
diverted towards the book she was reading. Getting up almost instantly, I
grabbed that book and flipped to the last page, and there it was scribbled, Her
name along with her phone no. And once again, that happiness and warmth surged
through my body. FOr the first time in my life, I believed what it is like to
be in love, and the notion of LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, is correct.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"Excuse me, sir. We are about to land, please put your seat
belts on?" The beautiful voice of the stewardess quickly woke me up from sleep. I couldn't quite remember how I got into an air-bound flight. Seeing the confused look on
my face, the stewardess repeated, this time more sternly yet in a
comforting manner asking me to put on my seat belt. Pinning the seat belt I looked around to grasp knowledge of what was happening and how did I get here.I asked the passenger sitting next to me where was this flight heading
towards? As amazed as she was, Dubai was the answer that came out. Confusion
took control of my mind. I waited for
things to go as they were heading. Suddenly, all kinds of beeps started to go off inside
the plane, oxygen masks came down, it looked like bad turbulence on the plane
and BOOM the plane crashed. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I woke up in an altogether different kind of glass
covered cell. Thinking of it as heaven, I started praying but then I noticed all types of wires attached to my body.I was still in a state of shock of
what just happened. Opening my eyes I saw computers and different devices and a doctor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> How are you feeling, Mr X?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"Where the fuck am I? Why are these damn wires stuck on my
damn body, and who the hell are you? What happened to that plane?"<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“All your questions will be answered at appropriate time. Right
now please remain calm."<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"How the hell can you expect me to remain calm? That freaking
plane fucking crashed into another plane, and you want me to remain calm. In
what world can you expect me to? Do you even know what happened in that
airplane? And how did I apparate directly from that crashed aircraft to this
electrical room?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir, please listen to me. I am doctor House. You are right now inside
Xavier Hospital, hooked up to a computer which enables you to travel into the
future for TWO MINUTES, and right now we are using this testing this
technology to avoid the crash you just witnessed. We require your help, and use
your piloting skills to prevent the crash from taking place. Right now, only
this amount of information can be given to you.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Will you stop making fun of me like this, and quit playing with
me? What do you mean that the computer would let me travel into the future?
This is not a movie, do you hear me. We are not Arnold that we travel to future
and back like it is a fucking airplane.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir could you like try swearing less, it makes me paranoid.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Is that so, then maybe you should try on this fucking, and try
living through an airplane that crashed, and then find yourself in a
god-for-saken glass room, with all sorts of wires attached to your body. Maybe
then you will understand what is paranoid.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir please calm down. I know it is not every day that you witness
an airplane crash, and then travel through time to find yourself in a glass
covered bed attached with wires. But sir, we are here to save those innocent
souls from the air crash, and for that we need your help. So I am again asking
you to calm down sir.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But why the hell did you choose me, out of 7 billion people?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir, you have been chose, because your DNA is a bit complicated,
and can withstand the alterations which the time travels causes, and thus
causes no harm to you or your DNA win any ways. And that is why you sir have
been chosen for this mission.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">All right all right I get that I am mutant, but in what way can I
help you in saving that aircraft?<br />
<br />
Sir, you have been a trained pilot for Air Force stealth jets. I think some of
that training might come in handy in manoeuvring that air craft and
prevent it from crashing.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I get that, but I would be a total civilian there, how am I
supposed to convince the god-damn-crew to allow me to fly that aircraft?<br />
<br />
You will have to do that on your own sir. I am afraid I can't help you in
that. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir, time is running out, we are going to send you into that
aircraft again in 10 seconds. Please calm down, and relax.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir, one more thing. The computer can transport you through time
for only three times. If the plane crashes in the third time, you die in the
plane sir.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">What the hell???? (Just then the countdown begun)<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">(Computer's voice)<br />
Ten<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Nine<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Eight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Seven<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Six<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Five<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Four<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Three<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Two<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">One<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 13.5pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And it seemed like
I was suck into the portal once again, and the only thing I
was waiting for was the beautiful voice of the stewardess that was going
to wake me up again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"Excuse me, sir. We are about to land, please put your seat
belts on?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Ah!! There I was again, suddenly from a glass covered bed to an
airplane which was about to crash, and I had to prevent it. *sigh*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I found myself exactly in the same seat and the same time. 2:03
PM. I had <b><i>TWO MINUTES</i></b> before I would transport back to that hospital. But
this time I knew what had to be done in order to save these innocent lives. I
quickly stood up, and headed for the cockpit. Standing there, blocking my
access to the cockpit was another stewardess, who, no matter how much I
pleaded, would not let me in. And due to that, I had just about a minute
left. I tried convincing her, but she wouldn't budge. I wish I could tell
her, that the plane on which she was riding, was about to be crashed in about
20 seconds, and if she wouldn't let me in, she would surely die. But sadly
enough, I couldn't. And as I saw seconds tick by in my watch, the plane
crashed, and I woke up again in the hospital along with the annoying doctor
staring down at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">What happened sir?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The plane crashed again, because the stewardess wouldn't
let me fly the airplane. I wonder why? You know why, because I was a god-damn
civilian, and civilians are supposed to remain seated and not fly aeroplanes
for fun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Oh, sir. This time we are going to send you in there, with a gun,
and you may have to pretend to hijack the aeroplane, and then fly it out of
danger. This is your last chance sir<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Are you kidding me? You want me to hijack that plane? What if all
the people pounce me, and tear my flesh out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir you can try it. If you fail, you will another go and then
maybe we can think of something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Does this seem like a game to you? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">No sir. We have to save that plane. Are you ready?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Bite me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Best of luck sir. I hope you return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I bet your ass you are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">*zoop*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">"Excuse me, sir. We are about to land, please put your seat
belts on?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Oh god. Will this thing ever stop? Again a TWO MINUTE disaster. I
suddenly felt something near my waist. As I felt it, it was a pistol. Great!!
Now I have to hijack the freaking plane. I got up as fast as I could, headed
for the cockpit, got hold of the stewardess, pointed the pistol towards her,
and ordered her to let me enter the cockpit and to shut up, or else she would
die.( which seemed and irony to me). So after being let in and getting shocked
glances from the pilot. I shot one in the arm, so that they would take me
serious, removed him, took hold of the controls, ordered the other to help me
steer the plane away, or else he would be seeing the stars. I had only one
minute left. I gave it a full swerve to the right, and wished for the best.
Soon we were far away from the destined location, and
the aircraft had been saved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
Now I had to get the hell out of there so that people wouldn't see me
disappearing into thin air. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and waited for
another time travel. Slowly I felt like Arnold. I bet he must have had fun
doing that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">*zoop*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">As I opened my eyes, I saw the annoying doctor stare down at me
smilingly, and congratulating me, and also thanking me for saving the aircraft.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
Mention not buddy. But next before sending me directly into a crash, try giving
me a heads up. It will be only better for you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 20pt;">T</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">earing apart the heart</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 20pt;">E</span></b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt;">mptying</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> out the emotions</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 20pt;">A</span></b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt;">gonizing</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> the person</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 20pt;">R</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">eleasing
the pain</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 20pt;">S</span></b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">ilently
withering away.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 12pt;">There is a universal truth we all have to face
whether we want to or not. Everything eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked
forward to this day, I’ve always disliked endings. The last day of summer, the
final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend. But endings
are inevitable. Leaves fall, we close the book, you say goodbye. Today is one
of those days for us. Today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar
everything that was comfortable. We’re moving on. But just because we are
leaving, and that hurts, there are some people who are so much a part of us
they’ll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground, our north star.
And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us. Always.</span><span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Some things in life do not change</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">some memories never leave the heart,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">others become a part of you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">As we go on</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">I remember</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">All the times we</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">And if our lives were to change</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">come what may</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Friends forever</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">No more hanging out at the corners,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">No more teasing others</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">no more lying to teachers about the homework,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">no more of all the fun we had.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Everything will change,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Nothing will stay the same,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">People will go their way</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">And miss the days</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">When life was about having fun</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">and not caring 'bout what lay ahead.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">As I travel down these roads</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">encountering new challenges</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">I will still embrace the inner child<br />the sweet child of mine.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">As the website displayed Aditya's
rank, he let out a sigh. He thought everything would be perfect after these
results would be declared. He had imagined all those happy scenarios where his
parents, his family, friends etc. would all be proud of him. But now since the
results were declared, those dreams started to fade away into the darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Another failure in his life. For the
past two years, his life had been nothing but a loser's track file. No matter,
how hard he worked, no matter how much effort he put, the so called "GOOD
FATE" had refused to show up its face to Aditya.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Tense thoughts started to race
through his mind, cold sweat developed over his forehead. Fear engulfed all his
body. Sitting on his bed, blankly watching at the screen which flashed his failure
was all that he could do. He stared in utter disbelief that all that he had
waited for since two years all had gone down the drain in a few moments. His
whole life was ruined. His phone started to ring, notifications, messages
started to creep up, all with by his friends sharing out their success to the
world.</span><br />
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surroundings tend to succeed at that one, you start to feel out of place. You
don't wish to attend to their calls, reply to their messages. You just want to
be left alone, far far away from the all the happiness that is prevailing
around. The sadness kind of engulfs you. Every other success threatens you.
Miserable feelings start to swarm into your mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The same started to happen with Aditya. He felt irritated of his
friends, he felt out of place with everybody. He immediately switched off his
cell phone, and logged off. Still staring in utter disbelief, he started to
think what answer would he now give to his parents. And what would happen to
his career. In such anxiety he tried to drift off to sleep.<br />
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Next morning, seeing that the laptop was missing from his desk, he inferred it
out that his dad must have taken it to see the result. He got shit scared not
knowing whether to just lay in bed or to walk down and face his parents. Few moments
he later he walked down his stairs, thinking that he will have to face it now
or in a few hours. From above he could see that the website was shamelessly
exposing his failure to the world. His hea hung down, he walked over to them
and said "SORRY".<br />
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His parents looked at him with an eyes full of sadness. Their son had broken
their dreams of him passing. Aditya was too string emotionally to bear anything
in this world but not the look the eyes of his parents gave him. Tears started
to climb out of his eyes, his throat choked up. He could only think of the old
saying goes” EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAPPENS FOR A REASON" and wished it would
come true.<br />
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Aditya just sat there, looking at his father as his father searched for schools
he could get admission into. His father tried to comfort him a little. But all
was in vain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for any insti. That would take him, but all went down. Aditya thought that this
was it, he was a complete failure, and he could not even pass an examination.
He came to know about all of his friends who got placed somewhere or the other,
were busy partying and celebrating all around. Guilt knotted within him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that. He would just sit in one corner of his room, crying to himself, locking
himself up, not eating anything or drinking anything for days. His parents
started to get worried about him too. The had already deciphered that he was
already in a state of acute depression. They would try to take him out to
places, try to cheer him up. Comfort him that he would surely get into an
institution. But nothing could bring him back up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And things started to go bad with each passing day. He would not
talk to anybody, anything could trigger of his tears, he would just sit in his
room doing nothing like his whole life had ended.<br />
A few days later, his parents had to go out to run some errands, and asked him
to take care of the house and himself. Being left alone hit him in the head. He
started to punch the walls out of frustration, and then he could not take it anymore.
He opened up the kitchen drawer and slashed himself to death.<br />
He just lay there with blood all over. RESULTS had taken one more student in
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to become a trend in today's world. As per records, 95-100 people (JUST
FROM INDIA) commit suicide every single day, and a whopping 40% of them is from
the adolescent group.<br />
Some students just tend to carry the burden of the whole world on their
shoulders, and thus expecting them to conquer high expectations, and when they
fail to do so, some of them end up like ADITYA, or some regain their strength,
and build up themselves gain, and prove it to the world, what they are capable
of.<br />
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But how can the students like ADITYA be helped from not ruining their lives?
How can these students be pulled out from their state of despair and prevent
them to commit such blunders?<br />
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The memories that you've left behind,<br />
The memories that tend to swell up my mind,<br />
The memories that invade my heart,<br />
The memories that you've left behind,<br />
The memories that make me smile<br />
are the ones that also make me cry<br />
In times of despair, those are the ones that remind me how far I've come.<br />
and describe the dreadful journey of mine.<br />
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Sometimes, the pain is unbearable,<br />
and the world unacceptable.<br />
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The way you treated me<br />
The way you broke my heart<br />
Into a million pieces,<br />
left me to gather the pieces.<br />
The broken pieces of my heart<br />
shall never be able to love again.<br />
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Now, I am standing here without you.<br />
Thinking of all the ways to avoid the pain seething through me,<br />
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I've been wrong.<br />
I've been down,<br />
into the bottom of every bottle.<br />
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I cared for you,<br />
gave you all the love I had,<br />
spent sleepless nights for you,<br />
and this is how you repay me.<br />
By walking away.<br />
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people standing at a tea stall reading an article in a newspaper about child
labour can be heard saying "Yaar, bacchho se kaam karwane walo ko to
faansi pe chadha dena chaahiye" (People who use child labour should be
hanged) and then they shout "Oye, CHHOTU 3 chai la!" (Hey Chhotu, get
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more normal day in the country, but this time the limits were crossed. A
fricking 7.50 Rs increase is not a joke. In the end it is the Mango people who
have to suffer , not the government officials who sit in Air conditioned
offices, travel in style and watch INDIA burn under the constantly rising
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nation, and the government plans to roll back the prices by 2-3 Rs.
Still the overall price does rise by 5Rs. Well played ,Mr. Manmohan Singhji
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networking sites are being controlled, websites are being banned, corruption is
on an all time high, inflation rising exponentially day by day, the cattle class
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sitting on a chair, gazing at the books ahead on the table, mind getting tensed about the results which are gonna wreak a havoc in my life. My attention seeking book, looking at me desperately, as if asking me to read it, play along with it. My brain not giving a shit busing in constructing the scenarios after the result.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*beep* *beep* *beep*. My idiotic cell-phone rings and displays the notification of me being tagged in a note. *Sigh*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, taking this as an opportunity to divert my mind from the deadly scenarious my brain coming up with, I decided to give the note a try.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everyone will give you an opinion on how to live your life. No one, no one will give you good advice on how to end it. Worse, they will tell you to continue living, without any respect for individual choice. Yes, hi, I’m Gautam Arora, and after eighteen wonderful years in Delhi, I’ve decided to end my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“The joke isn’t that funny,” Neeraj said, tearing open the second sachet of brown sugar and mixing it for his girlfriend. If this girl can’t mix sugar in her coffee, I wonder what she will be like after marriage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Do I look like I am joking? You are in medical college, and as a friend and someone two years elder to me, I am asking your advice on what is the most painless, graceful way to go. And ideally, it should be available at the friendly neighbourhood chemist,” I said. I ordered a chocolate fudge cake. What are a few extra calories on your last day?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anjali kept quiet, her iPod plugged in her ears. She had come to the mall to shop with her boyfriend rather than meet me. Neeraj said he only dated Anjali as her father had given her a car and driver, which made it easy to go around. Besides, she looked ok. She was pretty enough to invite a second stare from men, though that’s hardly an achievement in Delhi where men’s standards can be quite modest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Dude, you topped your school. How much did you score in your class XII boards again?” Neeraj said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Ninety two per cent,” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Ninety what?” Neeraj said as he ripped out Anjali’s earphones, “Anjali, the dude scored ninety two per cent in commerce! Do you know of anyone who has scored that much?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Wow, you must have studied a lot,” she said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I nodded. I had done nothing but study in the last two years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I shook my head. My only hobbies were eating three meals and sleeping five hours a day. The rest of the time was with my books.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“With ninety two, you should be fine,” Neeraj said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Not according to SRCC, not according to Stephen’s and not according to Hindu, oh what the heck,” I said as I opened my rucksack.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I gave him the special admissions supplement from the newspaper. I had snucked it out early morning so mom and dad wouldn’t see it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Wow, check out Lady Sri Ram. B.Com Honours is at 95.5 per cent!” Neeraj said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“That’s a girl’s college,” Anjali said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I know,” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t have made it anyway. Anjali, why don’t you go spend some of your father’s money,” Neeraj said and winked at me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anjali and I both gave Neeraj a dirty look. Neeraj air-kissed Anjali and gestured to her to leave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seriously, don’t kill yourself. To us, you are still the school topper,” Neeraj said after Anjali left.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“So what do I do?” I said, my voice loud, “stay back in school? This topper tag makes things worse. My parents already threw a party for our friends and relatives like I have made it big time in life. I cut a cake with the icing ‘family superstar’.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Nice,” Neeraj said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Not nice at all. All relatives congratulated my mother. They see me as the next hotshot investment banker on Wall Street. The least they expect me to do is get into a good college in DU.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“There are still some colleges that you will get,” Neeraj said as I cut him off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“But none with the same brand value. Thus, you can’t get a decent job after them. You can’t get into the top MBA school.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Neeraj pushed my coffee cup towards me. I hadn’t touched it. I picked it up and brought it close to my mouth but couldn’t drink it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I made one tiny calculation error in my math paper,” I said, “read one stupid unit conversion wrong. That’s it. If only...”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“If only you could chill out. You are going to college, dude! Branded or not, it is always fun.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Screw fun,” I said. “What kind of kids are they taking in anyway?” Neeraj said, “you have to be a bean-counter stickler to get ninety seven per cent. Like someone who never takes chances and revises the paper twenty times.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I don’t know, I revised it five times. That stupid calculation...”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Gautam, relax. That paper is done. And sticklers don’t do well in life. Innovative and imaginative people do.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“That’s not what DU thinks. You don’t understand, my father has proclaimed in his office I will join SRCC. I can’t go to him with a second rung college admission. It’s like his whole life image will alter. Hell, I won’t be able to deal with it myself.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">An SMS from Anjali on Neeraj’s phone interrupted our conversation. At Kimaya, tried fab dress. Come urgently, want your opinion. Neeraj typed the reply back. Honey, it looks great. Buy it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Neeraj grinned as he showed me his response. “I think you should go,” I said. Rich dads’ daughters can throw pretty nasty tantrums. Neeraj took out the money for coffee. I stopped him. “My treat,” I said. Leave people happy on your last day, I thought. “Of course, I take this as your treat for cracking your boards,” Neeraj said and smiled. He ruffled my hair and left. I came out of the mall and took an auto home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I met my parents at the dinner table. “So when will the university announce the cut-offs?” my father said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“In a few days,” I said. I looked up at the dining table fan. No, I couldn’t hang myself. I can’t bear suffocation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My mother cut mangoes after dinner. The knife made me think of slitting my wrists. Too painful, I thought and dropped the idea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“So now, my office people are asking me, ‘when is our party?’,” my father said as he took a slice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I told you to call them to the party we did for neighbours and relatives,” my mother said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“How will they fit with your brothers and sisters? My office people are very sophisticated,” my father said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“My brothers are no less sophisticated. They went to Singapore last year on vacation. At least they are better than your family,” she said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My father laughed at my mother’s sullen expression. His happiness levels had not receded since the day I received my result.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“My office people want drinks, not food. Don’t worry, I’ll do another one for them when he gets into SRCC or Stephen’s.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My father worked in the sales division of Tata Tea. We had supplied our entire set of neighbours with free tea for the last five years. As a result, we had more well-wishers than I’d have liked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Even my country head called to congratulate me for Gautam. He said – nothing like Stephen’s for your brilliant son,” my father said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Gupta aunty came from next door. She wanted to see if you can help her daughter who is in class XI,” my mother said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Is she pretty, I wanted to ask, but didn’t. It didn’t matter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I came to my room post dinner. I hadn’t quite zeroed down on the exact method, but thought I should start working on the suicide letter anyway. I didn’t want it to be one of the clichéd ones – I love you all and it is no one’s fault, and I’m sorry mom and dad. Yuck, just like first impressions, last impressions are important too. In fact, I didn’t want to do any silly suicide letter. When it is your last, you’d better make it important. I decided to write it to the education minister. I switched on my computer and went to the Education Department website. Half the site links were broken. There was a link called “What after class XII?” I clicked on it, it took me to a blank page with an under construction sign. I sighed as I closed the site. I opened Microsoft Word to type.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dear Education Minister,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope you are doing fine and the large staff of your massive bungalow is treating you well. I won’t take much of your time.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I’ve passed out of class XII and I’ve decided to end my life. I scored ninety-two per cent in my boards, and I have a one foot high trophy from my school for scoring the highest. However, there are so many trophy holding students in this country and so few college seats, that I didn’t get into a college that will train me to the next level or open up good opportunities.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know I have screwed up. I should have worked harder to get another three per cent. However, I do want to point out a few things to you. When my parents were young, certain colleges were considered prestigious. Now, forty years later, the same colleges are considered prestigious. What’s interesting is that no new colleges have come up with the same brand or reputation level. Neither have the seats expanded in existing colleges fast enough to accommodate the rising number of students.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I’ll give you an example. Just doing some meaningless surfing, I saw that 3.8 lakh candidates took the CBSE class XII exam in 1999, a number that has grown to 8.9 lakh in 2009. This is just one board, and if you take ICSE and all other state boards, the all India total number is over ten times that of CBSE. We probably had one crore students taking the class XII exam this year.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">While not everyone can get a good college seat, I just want to talk about the so-called good students. The top 10 per cent alone of these one crore students is ten lakh children. Yes, these ten lakh students are their class toppers. In a class of fifty, they will have the top-5 ranks.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One could argue that these bright kids deserve a good college to realise their full potential. Come to think of it, it would be good for our country too if we train our bright children well to be part of the new, shining, gleaming, glistening or whatever you like to call the globalised India.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But then, it looks like you have stopped making universities. Are there ten lakh top college seats in the country? Are there even one lakh? Ever wondered what happens to the rest of us, year after year? Do we join a second rung college? A deemed university? A distance learning programme? A degree in an expensive, racist country?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Your government runs a lot of things. You run an airline that never makes money. You run hotels. You want to be involved in making basic stuff like steel and aluminum, which can easily be made by more efficient players. However, in something as important as</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">shaping the young generation, you have stepped back. You have stopped making new universities. Why?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You have all the land you want, teachers love to get a government job, education funds are never questioned. Still, why? Why don’t we have new, A-grade universities in every state capital for instance?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh well, sorry. I am over reacting. If only I had not done that calculation error in my math paper, I’d be fine. In fact, I am one of the lucky ones. In four years, the number of candidates will double. So then we will have a college that only has 99 per cent scorers.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My parents were a bit deluded about my abilities, and I do feel bad for them. I didn’t have a girlfriend or too many friends, as people who want to get into a good college are not supposed to have a life. If only I knew that slogging for twelve years would not amount to much, I’d have had more fun.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Apart from that, do well, and say hello to the PM, who as I understand, used to teach in college.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yours truly,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gautam</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(Poor student)</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I took a printout of the letter and kept it in my pocket. I decided to do the act the next morning. I woke up as the maid switched off the fan to sweep the room. She came inside and brought a box of sweets. A fifty-year-old woman, she had served us for over ten years. “What?” I said as she gave me the box. It had kaju-barfi, from one of the more expensive shops in the city. The maid had spent a week’s salary distributing sweets to anyone known to her. “My son passed class XII,” she said as she started her work. “How much did he score?” I said, still rubbing my eyes. “Forty two per cent. He passed English too,” she said as her face beamed with pride. “What will he do now?” I said. “I don’t know. Maybe his own business, he can repair mobile phones,” she said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I went to the bathroom for a shower. I realised the newspaper would have come outside. I ran out of the bathroom. I picked up the newspaper from the entrance floor. I took out the admissions supplement, crumpled it and threw it in the dustbin kept outside the house. I came back inside the house and went back into the shower.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I left the house mid-day. I took the metro to Chandni Chowk and asked my way to the industrial chemicals market. Even though I had left science after class X, I knew that certain chemicals like Copper Sulphate or Ammonium Nitrate could kill you. I bought a pack of both compounds. As I passed through the lanes of Chandni Chowk, I passed a tiny hundred square feet jalebi shop. It did brisk business. I thought my last meal had to be delicious. I went to the counter and took a quarter kilo of jalebis.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I took my plate and sat on one of the two rickety benches placed outside the shop.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Muslim couple with a four-year-old boy came and sat on the next bench. The mother fed the boy jalebi and kissed him after each bite. It reminded me of my childhood and my parents, when they used to love me unconditionally and marks didn’t exist. I saw the box of Ammonium Nitrate and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t eat the jalebis. I came back home. I wondered if I should use my chemicals before or after dinner. Maybe it is better after everyone has slept, I thought.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We sat at the dinner table. Dad had told mom not to cook as he’d brought Chinese takeaway for us. Mom brought the soya sauce, chilli oil and the vinegar with cut green chillies in little katoris. We ate American chopsuey on stainless steel plates. I looked at my watch, it was 8 pm. Three more hours, I thought as I let out a sigh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“One thing Kalpana,” my father said to my mother, “job candidates aren’t what they used to be these days. I interviewed for new trainees today, disappointing.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Why, what happened?” my mother said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Like this boy from Stephen’s, very bright kid. But only when it came to his subjects.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Really?” my mother said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Yeah, but I asked him a different question. I said how would you go about having a tea-shop chain like the coffee shop chains, and he went blank,” my father said, an inch of noodle hanging outside his mouth. My mother removed it from his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“And then some kid from SRCC. He topped his college. But you should have seen his arrogance. Even before the interview starts, he says ‘I hope at the end of our meeting, you will be able to tell me why I should join Tata Tea and not another company’. Can you imagine? I am twice his age.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I could tell my father was upset from his serious tone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“If you ask me,” my father continued, “the best candidate was a boy from Bhopal. Sure, he didn’t get into a top college. But he was an eighty per cent student. And he said ‘I want to learn. And I want to show that you don’t need a branded college to do well in life. Good people do well anywhere.’ What a kid. Thank God we shortlisted him in the first place.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Did he get the job?” I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Yes, companies need good workers, not posh certificates. And we are having a meeting to discuss our short listing criteria again. The top colleges are so hard to get in, only tunnel vision people are being selected.” “Then why are you asking him to join Stephen’s or SRCC?” my mother said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was my father’s colleague from work. “Hello, Yash uncle,” I said. “Hi,” he said, “congratulations on your boards.” “Thanks uncle,” I said, “dad is in the living room finishing dinner, should I call him?” “Dinner? Oh, don’t disturb him. Just tell him his mobile is with me. It is safe. We were on a field trip today. He left it in my car.” “Field trip? For interviews?” I said. “What interviews? No, we just went to the Chandigarh office,” he said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I came back to my room. I picked up the chemical boxes and took them to the toilet. I opened both boxes and poured the contents in the toilet commode. One press, and everything, everything flushed out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A smile flashed across my face. My first reaction-"The daughter should be pretty. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And thus my brain got new meat to chew upon and think about. Some of which were</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The story managed to catch the nerve. The "BRANDED PRESTIGIOUS COLLEGE" tag hangs like a sword on their heads. The burden of expectations , and the failure to reach up to the expectations gets to their head, and then they start to think themselves as "GOOD FOR NOTHING", and then start thinking about the stupid ideas. Isn't the main idea behind schools/colleges to educate the students, and not to make them slog? So that they help the country to advance quickly. Why the students are being told every now and then that they will succeed in their lived "ONLY IF" they SCORE 90% or above. What is up with the 90% scores that makes every person around so excited about? Can one only succeed only if they mug up for two continous years so that they can get into "THE BRAND OF COLLEGE" they wished for(read:everyone around them expected for)?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I also liked the way The FATHER of was portrayed in the story. If all the parents become such broad-minded and actually care and respect the abilities of their children, then there is an assurity that the student will surely excel in the field they are interested in, and not the ones they are expected in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*HArshalll* I heard my mom screaming at me from downstairs. I better leave.:D</span><br />
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<i>Being one of the lucky few, me and my friends including <a href="http://casacio.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Ritvik Gautam</a> and <a href="http://peechepardeke.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Ashmita srivastava</a> got the free VIP passes to the SUNBURN festival in Goa.Having finished with our exams,we decided to make the best out of this amazing opportunity and the next day we were on our way to GOA- THE BEACH CAPITAL OF INDIA. We went in our car, and the way the roads paved around the mountains, with trees on each side, it felt like a journey to heaven. The journey was fun, and the anticipation of the festival made it more enriching.</i></div>
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<i>Soon having reached Goa, we decided not to waste time, and checking quickly into a Hotel, raced off to the the nearest beach.</i></div>
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<i>Blue sky, scorching sun, blistering heat, people walking barefooted enjoying the feel of the wet sand in their feet, some lazying around on the beach chairs, under the palms enjoying the children making sandcastles, young ups playing water sports, taking dives to cool themselves off. This was just a regular day on the Anjuna Beach in Goa in the middle of summer. </i><br />
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<i>After fooling around for a bit, taking dives, playing beach volleyball, snapping them up to upload them on Facebook and envy others of the amazing time we were having while others were sitting in their air conditioned rooms gazing at their laptops. After exhausting ourselves to the limit, we finally got back to our respective rooms. After resting for a bit, Asmita came to realize of the grave mistake she made. She challenged the sun of it's powers, and it burned her. What an IRONY!! She had SUNBURNS when she came to enjoy the festival of SUNBURN! As soon as we came to know of this, me and ritvik started laughing out loudly. That is us, Asmita does anything stupid, and we always make fun of her. And all she does is stand there, listening to us teasing her. then when we got over our laughing phase, we saw her hands where the agonizing sun burns now adorned her and she could not even move. Her mother had advised her to use the precautions, but being too lazy, she ignored it, and was now facing the consequences. After resting for a bit, we took to the resort at night to enjoy the beauty of Goa during night. Beautiful lighting around the Palm trees, cool breeze all around carrying the mouth-watering smell of the delicious Goan delicacies. So trying to walk normally, we accidentally ran into Kyra-The sunshine girl. At first we could not believe our eyes, that she was the Lakme expert. So to confirm it, we went upto her, and introduced ourselves.</i></div>
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<i><a href="http://casacio.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Ritvik</a>- Excuse me, are you Kyra?<br />Kyra-Yes I am. Do I know you?<br />Asmita- No, actually, we spotted you, and could not believe that we ran into you. It's a pleasure meeting a beautiful lady as you.<br />Kyra- Ohh! Thank you. It's been a pleasure too Running into fans.<br />Me- So weren't you in Delhi? Last I heard you were modelling for Lakme at the Lakme Fashion Week.</i></div>
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<i>Kyra- Yes I was. But now I am here for the Sunburn festival.<br />Harshal-Oh! Nice!</i></div>
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<i>Kyra-I am here alone. Why don't you guys join me up for dinner. Maybe we can get to know each other.<br />Ritvik-Sure sure. It would be our pleasure to have dinner with such a beautiful lady. (Such a flirt he is)</i></div>
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<i>Kyra- Great! Meet you at the Riverside at 9.<br />Harshal- Sure ma'am. Thank you for inviting.</i></div>
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<i>Asmita, me and Ritvik just could not believe that Kyra-the beautiful Supermodel, the LAKME expert had invited us to have dinner with her. We were awestruck by her beauty, and her down-to-Earth nature just made us her huge fans.<br /><br />Bang at 9, we reached the spot she had asked us to. She being the Sunshine girl, was right on time.<br />So we sat down, chit-chatted a bit. Got to know her some more. And while we were enjoying the time, she noticed the sunburns on Asmita, and asked her about them. So we told her about her carelessness, and asked her for some help. So she could enjoy the Sunburn festivals minus the sunburns, while trying to suppress our laugh.<br />Kyra-What happened to you???<br />Asmita-I got sunburned. Did not take precautions. And now I am facing the consequences</i></div>
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<i>Kyra(smiles warmly)- First of all tell me, what do you do for your skin?<br />Asmita- I bath daily......</i></div>
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<i>Asmita-... and apply the Lakme lotion. and harshal and ritvik, SHUT UP!!! >:(<br />Kyra-Nothing else :O. You have to take better care of your skin dear. just applying the lotion, wont help you.</i></div>
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<i>Kyra-Okay. relax. First of all, try drinking as much water as possible-it wil not get you dehdrate, then wear those cowboy type hats- they will protect your face from the blistering heat, wear those big sunglasses to protect the eyes.</i></div>
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<i>Kyra(laughing)- Good. Now for the sunburn you have right now, apply loads of cold water along with bags of earl grey tea. It will remove the sunburns in an instant and you will be able to enjoy the festival without any hindrance.<br />Asmita-Thanks a lot Kyra. i noticed you have such beautiful skin. What do you do to maintain it?</i></div>
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<i>Kyra-Thanks asmita.....<br />Me-Asmita, she listens to her mom.<br />A laughter riot followed, and Asmita looked helpless :D<br />Kyra-I pity you asmita.<br />Asmita- Kyra, you have no idea what i have to endure. This is nothing.<br />Ritvik-Asmita, tum hamari itni khoobsurat ladki ke saamne bezatti kr rhe ho. Dekhli tumhari dosti(Asmita, You insulting us in front of this beautiful girl. This is your friendship)</i></div>
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<i>Me-Very bad asmita very bad.<br />Another laughter riot</i></div>
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<i>Kyra-Stop harassing her boys. Asmita, you should use The LAKME SKIN EXPERT. It will protect your skin, and stop it from getting harme.<br />Asmita-Thanks a ton Kyra. It was great meeting you, and getting the nuggets about how to take care of the skin.<br />Harshal-Asmita, now will you listen to your mom?? :P<br />Asmita-YES HARSHAL I WILL. (frowning)<br /><br />Meanwhile, Ritvik brought a rose, got down in his knees, and said-Kyra, you are so beautiful, lovely, charming, person. So I brought a Rose for a Rose.<br />Kyra- aww, thank you Ritvik. But you need to improve on your cheeky lines.<br />Ritvik- :P, i am trying to.</i></div>
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