tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91431957648236125592012-01-18T00:51:55.856+04:00Wonderful thoughts are like little pearls rolling out of a box. When they roll over in your mind they enrich you with a sense of pure bliss !Every time one gets a wonderful thought , its like you reach seventh heaven.So let the angels of your inner sanctum sanctorium fly free...and contribute to the enrichment of the world.todays writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12132384416282814834noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143195764823612559.post-25608207259620604562012-01-16T23:18:00.003+04:002012-01-17T01:18:29.358+04:00

With advanced age, I guess I am gaining a better insight in this subject. I really dont wish to do Phd in this topic but the current situaton has made me think deeper into it and the subject is as important as the selection of a field for post-grad. Marriage - a union of two families rather than just two beings who decide to lead their remaining life together. I highlight two families

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Two years back , a lady graduated from a medical college- set free in the world of endless opportunities.She used to dream, she used to write and shared it all on this blog. She had a say in every aspect of life and her outlook was no different from any educated girl at 25. Then there was a break in her blogging- a loong pause of 2 years . But , meanwhile her pen wasnt a stranger to her

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Life , for me has always been a mystery. I wandered aimless through the school corridors, filled up with people - yet seeming empty to me. I wandered as I knew there has to be some reason - something had to be discovered. I wandered in search of an aim. Days changed to months and months changed to years. And when 20 years went by, I finally found it- I found what I was looking for. I found

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Part 1 of the post is hereA group of elegantly dressed dancers. Each one of them was well versed in their skills despite their age.Age was no barrier for enjoyment, as proved by the devil .(I am not sure if she wears Prada, though)Happy hour :)The "Peterburgsti" were all dressed up in their funky carnival clothes. Nevsky street had more shades of colors than the Hermitage State Museum !.....The

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On 27th May 2009, the city of St. Petersburg, Russia celebrated its 306th birthday. This occasion was celebrated in the form of a carnival on the 30th and 31st of May. I was lucky to witness the great event and had no regrets of missing one days study. Here's a photo tour of the Nevsky street ............... We stepped out of Metro Nevsky Prospect to dive in the big crowd and walked towards

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Stillness Speaks and Wanda, heres my tag reply :) :).....8 things I am looking forward to:1) Becoming a good doctor.2) Learning to play a guitar.3) Making full and just use of my potentials.4) Taking things easy sometimes.5) Revising my textbooks properly till June.6) Jogging regularly this summer.7) Learning swimming.8) To graduate this summer :D8 things I wish I could do:1) Be at home right

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Last week ani_aset tagged me . Its rather delayed, but these are 25 random things about me.......1) I hate carbonated drinks.2) Recently I developed a sweet tooth.3) I love the rain.4) I adore the smell of first rain .5)I love to look at dew drops in the morning.6) I prefer clear winters to sweaty summers.7)I love to cook, though not a pro.8)I have an annoyingly strong sense of olfaction. I

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"A Cigarette ......what can a small cigarette do? Just try it once.How will you know how it feels like until you actually experience smoking once?" asked Jerry.Tom took a look at the cigarette, it looked so tempting! Jerry had assured him that a puff or two would make him forget all the tensions from school. And girls liked guys who smoked! "But if it's so cool why did Mom warn me against it?"

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On 26th november, a bunch of teenagers managed to terrorise the heart of Indian citizens by breaking loose and ruthlessly firing at unarmed innocent Mumbaites when they were on thier way home.Today, the Indian Supreme court starts a fair trial for the one suriving terorrist Kasab .Fairly unfair...............http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2611-trial-to-begin-amid-tight-security/articleshow/

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You wear a big question markon your face most days.Your heart beats fasterthan a horse in a race.Your cheeks are red hotbut your hands go cold.You hear everything ,yet listen to nothing being told.You hear the birds singingand the weather seems just fine.The family gatherings are no longer boring,you cant differentiate between wine and brine.You sit silent,when you want to say a lot.and you do

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It was like an annual family ritual or something.Every year the dreaded circus came to our city and every year my parents got all excited to book the night show tickets for us! Somehow my brother and cousins seemed to enjoy the mere thought of going to the damn circus........every year!!!It had new names to fool innocent kids like me....... Jumbo circus, King circus, Big jumbo circus......blah

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'Recently Vyazz decided to tag me . Here are somethings that people might not know about me.1) I might be a chatterbox but I don't share all my feelings even with the people closest to me.2) When I am alone I love to sing.3) I like to dance ,sometimes, alone. :)4) I adore animals. The Lion is my favorite among all the other "cats".5) I love all babies..... Human babies, donkey babies, piglets

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You can read my previous post "Marriages Are Made In Heaven?" . This is one of the many responses I received:Anonymous said : I wanna register a protest...and an amplified one at it. Yeh to aisa ho gaya ki ulta chor kotwal ko daate...hehe. No.no...dont get in a defensive mode mad...listen first...there are different perspectives..what u present is a valid perspective..but applicable for a

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She was holding a plate full of snacks that she had prepared all afternoon. There were 5-6 of them - she was too nervous to count exactly . She had taken careful steps - as she entered the drawing room with head down and tray in hand - as she was told previously. Everything made her conscious - her saree, their gazes, she was not used to wearing a saree yet . Her heart was pounding harder than a

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We perform hundreds of activities in a day, some are repeated like a ritual,some are new, some are intentional, some are last- moment -activities-to save -the-day and some are reactions to someone else's activities (lets not forget Newton's third law). Most of us follow Newton's Third law quite religiously or should I say its just a reaction to people's reactions to prevent more

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He had gathered all the necessities with lightening speed,salt, pepper, cheese, parsley,onions -the finest indeed!after choosing the garnishing he felt like a pro,to read the instructions on the pack of spaghetti- he raised up one eye- brow,with a chocolate he rewarded himself as well begun is half done!and added a pack of potato chips, well, just for fun!After his first victory, our conqueror

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yet another day begins,yet another night just ends,yet another thought processed,yet another tear to shed.memories - a curse you are,memories - why so sweet you are?dwelling in my heart,capturing every thought,leaving a sweet smile that wont fade,cutting my heart like a knife- two faced.the more i wish to forget you-the more they torment my heartcloser comes the time to part with you -painful

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Ram Ram! I am Radha- daughter of Kasiram, gram - Berkheda, District- Raisen .My papa and bai (my mother) both are fulltime workers on the fields of Hariram chachha.We have built a small hut on the field and my Amma(grandma) also lives with us. I am not sure about my exact age, but I think I am 15-16 years old. I have a younger brother- Samu, 9-10 yeras old.They say today is "women's

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help me out ,show me the way.there is no doubt,i know right away!your thoughts chase meall night and all day!its as if you can't see,or just don't careenough for me?with your thoughts I go to bed,you are in all my dreams,I open my eyes and there i find ,you!!! running through my mind's films!You jump in when-I try to think of the menu,oh, how will anything be doneif there is nothing but YOU

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Here is the promised translation of the poem I had posted previously under the title "V -day special".The original poem is in Marathi , my mother tongue .This poem is not the exact translation, for it would have been very hard for me to explain the exact meaning of some peculiarities which are a part of Maharashtrian culture.So, I made some changes, the meaning and the feelings though, are

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The alarm rings alarmingly loud and "I" wake up. "I" sit up on the bed half sleepy - half awake. Then "My" thoughts come back to reality from the great exhausting tour of dreamland. "I" am the sole witness of where all I have been in my dreams! Anywho, now that "I" am conscious "I" feel tired and exhausted from the little sleep I got.... just 8 hours of sleep! How hard "I" worked yesterday...

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As a kid, I was always very curious about new things, which is very normal for children. And as all normal people grow up, or at least they think they do, I grew up too. (Lets not consider Peter Pan- I still want to meet him!). I thought my curiosity for things will decrease,but that is not happening for the next 100 years! I think about curiosity and always visualise the dog from Dr.

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Happy Valentines Day ! (In India its already the 15Th , but never mind, Der aaye durust aaye!) Like all other (over-)enthusiastic young people, obviously I have lots to write.But sometimes thoughts run so fast in my head that I am left a bit disoriented and a lot more confused at the end of my thought process, which, sadly is left incomplete.So I didnt know exactly what I want to put down -

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To,Mr. M.K.Gandhi,Father Of The Nation[Republic (!) of India] ,Seventh Heaven.Dear Bapu, Kem cho? I finally got your correct address! You don't know me, I am comparatively a new addition to your Nation. Well, let me leave my introduction short and sweet and come to the important point. I thought it to be my prime duty to inform you about the current events in the country. Your nation is

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