tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85802880994331088542024-02-18T18:42:38.229-08:00Trends on ma mindScribbling about what occupies ma mind the most at the timeRoohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-71984001441577362212013-07-13T08:23:00.000-07:002013-07-13T08:23:23.084-07:00The Whatsapp Mania<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So there is a question I am expectantly asked almost everyday “Are you on <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WhatsApp" rel="wikipedia" target="_blank" title="WhatsApp">Whatsapp</a>?”
And while feeling like I am breaking their heart I answer in negative.
Don’t be so surprised about that. If I be subtle, my phone doesn’t not
support it or I say it straight that I don’t have a smartphone. Another I
don’t want to hear pings every now and then. <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twitter" rel="wikipedia" target="_blank" title="Twitter">Twitter</a> and Facebook are enough distractions already.<br />
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Yesterday my father installed it on his phone even after my warnings
to him that its not for people like him. Today or I think yesterday only
my cousin added him to a group she created for family. Today my father
is complaining that he couldn’t take his afternoon nap due to Whatsapp’s
constant pings. My cousins had started on some debate or argument. This
is the second complain from a family member about how much we cousins
talk. One of my cousin’s husband requested to remove him from the group.
He complained that if he failed to check his phone for a few hours,
hundreds of messages maybe waiting for him. My father finally got it
disabled from someone. He tried to do it himself but couldn’t manage. I
was not home at that time to help.<br />
<br />
Its surprising how Whatsapp, Facebook and other networking sites have
become a part of our lives. Or we can even say how we started living
two lives. On social network and our life. This reminds me of quote I
read on <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodreads" rel="wikipedia" target="_blank" title="Goodreads">Goodreads</a>.<br />
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“There will come a time when it isn’t
‘They’re spying on me through my phone’ anymore. Eventually, it will be
‘My phone is spying on me’.”<br />
― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4764.Philip_K_Dick">Philip K. Dick</a></div>
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Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-5892048999882950222013-06-25T08:13:00.002-07:002013-06-25T08:13:36.488-07:00One Amazing Thing - Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="readable reviewText"><span id="freeTextreview650683577">I completed Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's One Amazing thing. It was a
read you can connect with. A book I would put on a read-again shelf. <br /><br />The
story is based on Nine people trapped in Visa Consulate office in an
American city due to earthquake. All nine people are of different
nationalities, has different way of thinking and different way of living
life. All of them are having problems in their life. Problems we have heard of and we
can connect to. Due to nothing to do other than stare each others faces, they decide to share their one amazing thing of life. <br /><br />Two
visa officers on verge of an affair. Malathi is conservative and by her
own confession, selfish. She feels guilty of having an affair. On the
other hand Mangalam is some sort of playboy. Cameron, an ex-soldier
is haunted by guilt. Uma, A student feeling guilty for not informing her
boyfriend about her plans of going to India. Tariq, a Muslim who is angry
with the changes in America after 9/11. Jiang, an Indo-Chinese going
India again after all her life with her granddaughter Lily and grandson. A couple having troubled marriage going to Rajasthan. All of them trapped in basement offices with debris falling now and them.</span></span><br />
<span class="readable reviewText"><span id="freeTextreview650683577"> </span><span id="freeTextreview650683577"><br />The
narration quickly changes from third person to first person. While it
might have gone wrong but Divakaruni did well. Characters were well
described. Situations in the stories were illustrated well leaving no
holes. The stories of characters are very common and predictable. We
connect to them very easily. Though common stories Divakaruni
managed to keep me gripped. She described the mental state of people
very closely. The stories are more on the problems faced by characters than
the one amazing thing in their life. Its the only thing that itched me.
But some stories makes you make a note in mind not to do that mistake
in your life.<br /><br />Divakaruni has shown the natural tension and
distrust between people at first by when people were requested to share
whatever eatables they had with others, people had put only half of the things they had at first, People fighting and arguing whether to allow Cameron to handle the whole situation. <br /><br />Its hard to find loopholes in this book. Its a nice, clean work.</span></span></div>
Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-2909619143411230082013-06-19T23:50:00.000-07:002013-06-19T23:50:28.706-07:00What I think about friendships<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nowadays most of the people are convinced that friendship between two
people is only with a reason. I agree here that most of them are. But
those real friendships are still there. There are few but they do exist.
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<br />
For such friendships a great deal of effort have to put by
you. Yes you. You have to put most efforts because you want such a
friendship. No emotional detachment will do here. You can't fake it. You
want to trust them, first prove that they can trust you. Friendships
and built on trust. If you are worth it, the person will surely trust
you.<br />
<br />
Why do we need friends? Because nowadays we depend on them
the most and that is why we are complaining too. Everybody wants someone
to depend upon. We depend on them in happiness, sorrow, crisis and ..
(you complete the list). The main point is you need someone so you are
searching. The friend that you think is with a reason also needs
someone. They didn't care and you didn't care so you remained friends
with a reason.<br />
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Another thing you can have only few true friends.
Don't try to convert each friendship because you will go crazy. You are a
human and you cannot manage everything. I say your life should have
very few such friends. Because only than we will appreciate them. Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-89137493237535083542013-06-19T10:12:00.000-07:002013-06-19T10:12:55.949-07:00Cecelia Ahern ExperimentBefore you think that its a science post let me make it clear. No. Its my experiments with reading.<br /><br />I recently completed One Hundred Names by <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecelia_Ahern" rel="wikipedia" target="_blank" title="Cecelia Ahern">Cecelia Ahern</a>
and found something interesting. She has written several novels but she
is more famous for her novel PS I Love You. I am not a great fan of her
works but I noted something.<br />
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From the
three books I have read about Cecelia Ahern, I put together that they
have three common points. One the main character is a woman, all of them
had faced crisis recently and all of them recovered from them quite
bravely. All her stories has a touch of feminism. Maybe its
unintentional but sometimes you get a glimpse of it.<br />
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I
read PS I Love You first. No comments on how much I liked it. In there
Holly Kennedy is trying to cope up after her husband's death. Her
husband has left her 10 letters to help her rediscover herself. <br />
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Then
I read Thanks For Memories. Here Joyce Conway is recovering from a
miscarriage and a divorce. The plot is stupid though but the only
gripping thing was her independence and decision to take it her own way.<br />
<br />
I
recently completed One Hundred Names. Here Katherine Logan is coming up
from a court case, trying to save her only job and completing her
editor cum friend's dream feature article. I say that Katherine is
stupid but I loved the way she put together all the people to fulfill
one task. <br />
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<br />
While reading I
sometimes found plots silly and boring. Sometimes too predictable. The
only thing I like was that in her stories women were fighting to
withstand the situations and not surrendering to it. It at least made me
complete her books. <br />
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Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-9783877944115245872013-06-16T08:22:00.000-07:002013-06-16T08:22:57.331-07:00My Drizziling Vacation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Exams are finally over. Last 15 days were not just a test of my
academic work but also of my self control. I was on a Twitter Break from
last 12-15 days. It took every ounce of my willpower not to go there.
My reward was exams went excellent, I gained followers in my absence
without losing any, Got to knew that my morning wishes were missed and
people noted I was missing.<br />
So finally I have a vacation and this time I would like to do
something productive for a change. I have three things on my mind. The
list goes like this-<br />
<ul>
<li><b>Grab some extra knowledge</b><br />
First I was planning to do some internships but as my exams were
postponed most of them have already started. So I have decided to do
some online courses on <a href="http://www.coursera.org/" target="_blank" title="Coursera">Coursera</a>.
They have some certificate courses called signature track where they
provide a certificate if you complete the course successfully. The
course I am going to pursue is not a signature track. But its totally
free and professors of Standford are going to teach. So I am going to
catch some free and extra knowledge.</li>
<li><b>A foreign language<br />
</b>I am suddenly very enthusiastic for learning a foreign
language. I still have to find some good classes but I am surely going
to attend one, now or sometime later.</li>
<li><b>Bengaluru visit<br />
</b>I desperately want to visit my sister for two reason. One, I
haven’t seen her for nearly five months and lately I have been
remembering her often due to some incidents. Second, Its a long time
since I have made a journey and this blog waits a travel post.</li>
</ul>
Its a monsoon vacation sadly or I would have put swimming at top of
the list. My mother suggested to learn cooking but as usual I am going
to run. I have to find a company in my city for my company project this
year.<br />
I can this see holidays can be productive if even two of the three
things are done successfully. I hope so. I am going to get regular in
writings. I want to get regular on blog. I have time and I better use
it.</div>
Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-76555674960752555832013-02-15T22:26:00.000-08:002013-02-15T22:36:00.837-08:00When love and friendsip are two different coins..She was sitting in the college cafeteria when they came hand in hand. They stopped at her table. They were Samarth and Aaliya. They were the most popular pair and her best friends. Their presence liven up things. She stood up, hugged her tight. <br />
<br />
" You got late! How is your dad now? And this dress suits you" she complimented.<br />
"Am so sorry. His fault. He got me late" Aaliya complained. She saw in his direction. He smiled sheepishly. <br />
" He is recovering fast. And I like this dress too. After all this is your selection it can never go wrong." She gave her proud smile.<br />
<br />
Aaliya was wearing a yellow floral knee length dress she had selected for her on their last shopping trip.<br />
<br />
" You choose well." Samarth said.<br />
" She always does." Milan seconded coming from behind.<br />
<br />
She turned and hugged him. He was a good friend and her class mate. Everybody knew including her knew that he was genuinely interested in her. But the unfair game of life. She is pulled to someone else.<br />
<br />
"And you look beautiful as usual". He turned to Aaliya. <br />
Aaliya gave her shy smile in return.<br />
<br />
They sat on a table. <br />
"Coffee?" She looked at each one.<br />
"Of course" said Aaliya.<br />
"Sure" Samarth seconded.<br />
She turned to Milan.<br />
"I know you don't drink coffee. So what would you have? Sandwich? Tea?"<br />
Milan smiled to himself. She knew him well enough.<br />
" Sandwich. If someone.. you share" <br />
She smiled. <br />
"Okay."<br />
<br />
She stood up and started for the counter.<br />
"Rati"<br />
She turned. Samarth had called.<br />
" I will come with you"<br />
She started going away without answering. <br />
<br />
She reached the counter and placed the order.<br />
" Sorry" Samarth said standing beside her.<br />
Their eyes met. They stood there that way till the counter boy interrupted by delivering the order.<br />
She gave a doleful smile, paid and returned to the table.<br />
<br />
<i>ON THE TABLE... </i> <br />
They were talking movies. Samarth promised Aaliya for a movie tomorrow. <br />
<br />
"You will come right?" Aaliya asked her.<br />
She shook her head and looked down.<br />
"Why?"<br />
"I am not in movie mood." She looked up and saw Samarth staring at her<br />
"What would you do alone?"<br />
" I won't be alone"<br />
She winked to Milan. He smiled.<br />
" I am sure he won't mind me boring him."<br />
"You never bore Rati."<br />
"Oh Rati you are so selfish. You are keeping him from the movie just for your sake." Aaliya said animatedly<br />
"Stop your pointless dramas Aaliya. I am doing you a favor though. " Rati teased..<br />
Aaliya rolled her eyes. <br />
<br />
Aaliya narrowed her eyes at Milan as he laughed . He shrugged trying to hide his laugh. Samarth looked at Rati. She had started laughing. But her laughter was little off. And he knew why.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">To be continued..</span></i><br />
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(P.s I thought something like a story as Valentine's day just went. I wrote one last year too. )Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-67277656987453028532013-01-24T08:00:00.000-08:002013-01-24T08:00:07.057-08:00Those stars that shine on me.. I have been seeing these seven stars everyday oh sorry every night every year for these three-four months. I see these cluster of seven stars for four months from November to December and its breathtaking. I don't really know they are which part of constellation but definitely its not Saptarshi.<br /> <br /> Because of the habit of seeing them every year I have managed to get the almost precise time I can see them up in the sky from my balcony. I start this affair of seeing them in November at 8:30, In December it gets 10:30, and before January comes its already midnight. In those cold nights with icey midnight winds of January, I take my double blanket and stand in the balcony just to see them. The night looks like a rich pitch black cloth with shining gems on it and these seven gems particularly shine more. There is nothing special in them but still something special, special to me. So I guess they seem more bright to me then others. I don't really know why are they special to me but I don't fail to see up in the sky every night looking out for them. <br /> <br /> It has been my routine every year. As the November gets near its like my small voice or say my inner voice sends a reminder of this event coming. I wish I could put an image of those seven stars formation. But I sadly don't own the Hubble space telescope.<br /> <br /> I talk to those stars sometimes if I have not got enough people to hear me that day. Those stars don't stop if I go on speaking, they don't question me they just listen. Its a very good option for people like me who can talk all day.<br /><br />
* I have tried here to give the impression of the positioning of stars. I know this will have no effect but I think I want to give one *<br /><br /> *<br /><br /> * <br /><br /> *<br /><br /> *<br /><br /> *<br /><br /> *<br /><br /> *<br /><br />A rectangle and three stars in it. In the sky it looks mesmerizing<br /><br />
Well there is no particular reason for writing about these stars for you people. But thinking for topics I felt I can write on this. We all have things that makes us happy, changes are mood, soothes us, everything on your mind is diverted and you only feel happy with only having them in front of your eyes. For some its some special people and for some there are varying things. For me these stars are one those things. Thats why I don't mind standing in icey winds this January. Just find those things again so you also feel the happiness. If you already have those things have it around you more so that you smile all the time because we all know smiles are infectious. <br />Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-72559135399889576032012-11-29T08:46:00.001-08:002012-11-29T08:46:52.449-08:00First Prose than Poetry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br /><br />So I wonder why people write poems.. I mean I don't know why they try so hard to rhyme each word, make each sentence sound perfect. I was never the one who likes them. I can't write and I can't read one even. Of course I can read but I don't have patience to analyze each word for its hidden meaning behind. I don't have patience to read it twice and adore it. I read them in school because they were going to be in exams and of course I had hard time with that. It was like I memorize them robotically, without tune, without thinking about its meaning.<br /><br />I asked my blogger friend that why do they like to write poems. He said its just a way to express things and feelings in a 'subtle' way! So subtle way huh? Well then I am not the person subtle way is for. <br /><br />So whenever I get across poems on someone's blog first I check the length. I am particularly more aversed with long poems. I can't read all and remember how the poem started and still find it beautifully written. I usually forget the first paragraph after going to the fourth. So I can't see how beautifully it is linked. So you see why I have an aversion with long poems. <br /><br />Second I see the blogger. Yeah this also depends who has return it. If it is someone who I closely follow then I would take a sneak peak at least. <br /><br />And then it depends upon the topic on which it is written on. You know that people write poems on any topic and on any thing. They write on rain and childhood. I have seen poem on childhood toys too. <br />And there are some common topics on which is written on now and then. I find their contents almost same always because of my indifference for words. I can't see the difference the words have made on the poem.<br /><br />Because of these three things I mostly skip all the poems that come before me on blogspot. I accept poems are not for me. I prefer reading prose then poetry. <br />
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Please do comment even if it is criticism.. :D I would take it as constructive criticism ;)</div>
Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-5441056805556055082012-09-19T00:53:00.000-07:002012-09-19T00:54:38.941-07:00Is ur family like this too? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So Rains are now relaxing for a while and I m glad. This monsoon was not that bad. I was mostly indoors when it was raining. So how was ur monsoon? I m sure most of u would love rains. Tell me if u r n exception. I would love it. Now I m not here to write about monsoon So let me get back to the subject.<br />
<br />
So what if u would meet an aunt who is ur father's relative and bigger than him? U would obviously take her as his sister or his aunt , wont u? What if u get to know that that big relative is not his sister but ur sister? Its Hilarious, isn't it? Yeah it is. :D<br />
<br />
So when I asked my mother who that aunty was she told me that she is my sister. How come, Right?<br />
So I need to get to the part on my father and grandfather's side of my BIG Family tree.<br />
<br />
So my grandfather was the youngest in their family. He had six sisters and He was the seventh child and only boy.(I know seven kids!. Surely no concept of family planning. No wonder they had to face poverty) Before getting married, my grandfather first got all his six sisters married. So kids of all this sisters where already there when my grandfather got married. So our family is the last one. Now total kids of all that sisters got up to 32!!!!! So my father had total 32 first cousins!!!<br />
<br />
Now the aunt I met was grandfather's 2nd biggest sister's daughter's daughter. So my father's niece. She is bigger then him and she is already retired from her job. Now u tell me how do I react? But funny and a good thing about this is I still own the tag of being the youngest of all the cousins on my father's side. ( I m the youngest of all my first cousins. My grandfather's family was the last So I become the youngest of the whole lot) <br />
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So is ur family this confusing ? Tell me I would love to hear that too.<br />
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Byee.. Cya take care till I come again. Do wait for me please!! I would come soon</h2>
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Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-29428300855943598402012-08-17T22:23:00.002-07:002012-08-17T22:23:42.850-07:00From 'Night Sins'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">"
They found the body today. Not nearly as soon as we expected.
Obviously, we gave them to much credit. The police are not as smart as
we are. No one is.<br /> </span></span></div>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">We stood on the sidewalk and watched. What a
pitiful seen. Grown men in tears throwing up in the bushes. They
wandered around and around that corner of the park, trampling the grass,
and breaking of bits of branches. They called to God, but God didn't
answer. Nothing changed. No lightning bolts came down. No one was given
knowledge of who or why. Ricky Meyers remained dead, his arms out flung,
his sneaker toes-up.<br /> </span></span></div>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">We stood on the side walk as the
ambulance came with its lights flashing, and more police cars came, and
the cars of people from around the town. We stood in the crowd, but no
one saw us, no one looked at us. They thought we were beneath their
notice, unimportant. But we are really above them and beyond them and
invisible to them. They are blind and stupid and trusting. They would
never think to look at us. <br /> </span></span></div>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">We are twelve years old. "<br /> <br /> ~Night sins, Tami Hoag.</span></span></div>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">( P.S not written by me this time. But I loved this passage if this book. I like this book too. If u like reading Suspense go for this. I will to get a post published soon. Till then Cya and take care. ) </span></span></div>
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Heyya Guys! I know its been time but u Know engineering exams got my month over. So after exams Rains are there to make me miserable. I hate rains.. I m not surprised that u r surprised reading this! :D Some were shocked knowing these u r just surprised. So this vacations would be a indoor thing though I doubt it would be much as a vacation. So this question was eating me up ( may be I m exaggerating, but it was on my mind before my exams started). '<i>Do friendship between two boys is better than it is between two girls?' </i>I would love to have ur answers and opinions. I tried to find its answers for it.</h4>
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So I asked a few boys and a few girls and their first answer was a counter question. :D <i>'Why such a question?' </i>But they gave their opinions. Most boys said that girls are closer to each other and their friendship is better. And my gender said that boys have better friendship as they don't have a mess of emotional thing coming in between. Boys say Girls have their own importance and understanding in their friendship and it works for them. While Girls think that boys have easy going friendship. They don't have that trust and same way of thinking shit coming in between their friendship. </h4>
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For me I don't have a 'very good' rapport with some of my girl-friends with exceptions. Its just friendship tag between us. May be the exception is the reason for that. They feel I don't have time left out for them. I use all my time for one girl. And yes I agree she is my priority but its not like I don't try. A little help is all I need from their side. But girls have this problem. Sometimes they don't get the point. Seeing my boy classmates I envy them. They don't have emotional shit between them in their friendship. I happy at least I have a few still. They don't mind if I call and talk to any length of time. They r just happy as me to talk with me.They don't mind if I rant all about her. They r just better they know our closeness. But with the fact that I like to have more friends just makes me think more. I never had to try hard making friends but I don't what is happening now. </h4>
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I though got some neutral comments.Some say nothing is important that true friendship. I know but still question remains the same. So tell me what do u think. Do boys have it better. Why do u think so? I need answers. I know I maybe presenting a stupid question but still I want to know ur thoughts. I would love to. <br /><br /><br />(P.S I want to come soon again. Bye, Cya and take care till then and yeah don't forget to comment.)</h4>
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Its my train journey from Mumbai to Hyderabad. What made me post this is that it had a different feel of traveling. (I hope I can show that to u!) I live in Surat. My train journey started from there but u know having traveled to Mumbai so many times it has nothing different in the travel. But Mumbai-Hyderabad was different. Reading u may say it was not different but something was there in the atmosphere which made it different. <br />
So on the Dadar terminus, the Hyderabad-Deccan was already waiting to welcome me. The cream colored dusty train was clean from inside a rare site in Indian train sorry to say. Its was well kept than other trains , I m talking about A.C compartments. But what was different in this train was it instantly gave me the feeling of going to different region. It had a feel of different culture. U know all the Western railway trains have blue color. Blue color trains, interiors and everything. But this train had cream and brown theme. This made me remember that I m going to enter the Deccan plateau or Peninsula plateau whatever u refer. Seeing this brown berths, sandstone floors, cream blankets; my mind connected it with the Deccan plateau. I had learnt that the plateau region states, the Karnataka and Andhra are rocky, It connected the brown with the rocks and hills. U get it right! So right from when I entered I started to feel a different culture.<br />
Just as we settled down two boys came on our opposite berths. I guess they were in late teens or in early twenties. We settled they settled but I don't know why they didn't settle their bags down! So as usual like boys they settled down and took out their phones. One got his headphones in and other took another gadget out. A Play Station! He started playing a football game! And that's what made me realize that even if go in a different culture, country or continent, Boys will be Boys! Boys and their love for football. My mind could never catch that. Then the TC came and they suddenly vanished. Don't know why did the try to board the train without ticket. But I guess they were going to Pune from their talks. After all they were students. <br />
After they went away I figured it out that analytical me was so engrossed it them that I didn't figure out I didn't have a window seat! Yeah a window seat is very important to me in any means of travel. I need a window to feel comfortable. My time passes quickly and effortlessly when I have a window to see outside. Upon this, this guy having seat on the side of the alley was constantly staring me! And I m damn uncomfortable with stares. As a girl I should like attention but nor can I take attention , stares or compliments. I feel irritated. I was seeing my mood deteriorate. At that moment I saw an empty window seat. U can know how would I have been feeling. I confess in the whole journey I would always be finding a window seat.<br />
Amidst all this it started raining near Lonavala! Yeah early rains. I dont like getting wet. But I love seeing it raining. The wet soil smell is the best part of it. I love rain (till I m not going to get wet) because Surat doesnt have much rain. It was a beautiful scene. As we passed the ghats, the scene mesmerized me. The ghats were scenic but the rain made it more beautiful. I suddenly found comparing it with Darjeeling slopes minus the tea plantations! ;) :D Seeing the rain my fellow passenger started a chat. She lived in Mumbai and rain is terrible to her! I understand! She asked me y was I going to Hyderabad and this and that! She was talkative much as me! She found out that I m from Surat an said She likes it. Its a nice place. Now its a common compliment but even u would like a compliment for ur city. It feels good when ur common city is liked by someone! <br />
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( P.S Sorry this journey was in the last month but u know 7 days holiday and then completing all the assignments.I would like some comments and would be thankful. Would write soon bye! Cya! Take care till then ) </div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com7Surat, Gujarat, India21.195 72.81944421.0765635 72.661515500000007 21.3134365 72.9773725tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-4370003693451904872012-04-13T01:51:00.001-07:002012-04-13T01:51:46.056-07:00Pranks!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"> We always have things we remember the most. These r the few things which comes to my mind when I remember my school. I pursued diploma engineering last year after 10th. So I skipped two years which could have spent in my school but career comes first so.. So when I was in school I had some shocking and funny, mock able incidents. We all mock at our teachers rite. So here two incidents r of about that. Let the other two have no introduction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> We had a social studies teacher. She was an irritating South Indian. When she shouted we can hear three classes away. So once she caught a friend and me talking when she was teaching. Now its very easy to deviate her. So we said to her " Ma'am we were talking about your watch. This bright golden color looks too good " And then she spent that hour telling us the story about the watch. The story was funny. The whole class was laughing but hardly on the story. We were like rejoicing. Again after few days we caught her into a trap. That day she had taken us to the audio visual room. She always said she had taught in many schools in the city. So that day a boy in our class casually asked the teacher if she before coming here taught in so and so school. She said yes and told that she taught there for a year. Then that boy told her that he had a friend there. He told him that they had thrown u out of the school! She was first shocked. She saw to all our faces. We were obviously laughing. Then after coming out the shock she started shouting. The only thing I was surprised of she didnt take him to the principal! I don't know why! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Now next two r not about teachers chill! They r about my fellow schoolmates n these r the pranks I was part of. Me and my friends played a prank on two boys (separately). If girls wouldn't play prank on boys then who would? So once on my bestie's birthday I had gone to spend a whole day with her. So at her home we were checking my a/c when I saw this guy online. He was my friend but till then he was not on well terms with my bestie. So we decided to chat with him but not telling him that I was not the only one whos going to chat. Now my friend is like 'muhfat'.She would tell anything to him. So that day we chatted. So one time I would reply and next line she would type and reply. So there He was getting irritated about y was I having mood swings. We chatted for hours but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. The next day I told him what had we done. At first he was irritated with me. But then suddenly he started smiling. From then I dont know how but he doesnt have any problem with my friend. He decided to clear it out. Its was good for me I didnt have to choose between the two. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The next prank was played on my senior. Now this time it was my other friends Idea. We were trying to irritate our friend by writing her name on vehicles. We had written it on random vehicles with distance. After the bell rang. We went away for our classes. At the time of leaving when we reached to the vehicles we this guy was standing near one of the vehicle we had written on. (we hadn't rubbed off the name) He was thinking who had written it. As we were passing by suddenly I couldn't control my laugh. We both started laughing and he standing there was amused by seeing it. He asked us but obviously we didn't answer. He guessed that either one of us was that girl . In order to distract him we told him that the 'that' girl would have only written at and specially on his vehicle, See no other vehicle has it. He started laughing.He said now he has to find the reason behind this. It took a solid one month for him to find out that it was our prank. Between those days we every alternate day reminded him about the girl so he cant forget it. It is memorable to me because it was just by chance that he came inside the scene and the prank was created. We had no idea while writing that this would turn into a prank. But its memorable. These r few very memorable and connects me with my school. <br /> Everybody would have played pranks on someone or the other. Tell me would love to hear it! <br /><br />(P.S After reading please do comment. I would like some constructive criticism or compliments or anything. I would like whatever u write. Bye. Cya and take care.. ) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We all are very insensitive and insensible. We don't behave sensitive at right places. Rather we start crying were should not, where that would make no difference. We cry for people who ditched us. We worry for them even if they don't worry about us. They just went away. And what about the people who were under the threat on Tsunami. We don't think about them because we don't know them. In India well felt the tremors of 8.9 Richter scale earthquake. But we didn't care when we got that epicenter was not in India and there is no destruction. But did we think about the people in Sumatra any more than few seconds. It was the epicenter and the earthquake was no small. There would be much destruction. But didn't think about that, all we thought about the Tsunami it may create and how it can affect India. I confess even I did. I am like u all only.I bet People living in regions other than east coast of India wouldn't have cared much to be updated about the earthquake and Tsunami other than just knowing it may come. <br /> I was reading the live update of Tsunami of Yahoo! where they had said to comment below if u had felt the tremors so that they can know till where they were felt. So one had commented 'I felt the tremor in Bangalore. Its was nice experience' Now does he know what to comment on public sites? How can he be so insensitive and mean? Our nature is to live for ourselves. We just live for ourselves. we all r self centered. We cry for people we want. We cry for them we don't have to. We don't care for people that need us!. Now let me clear I m not that sensitive even. All this I m writing is what I noticed in me yesterday night. I noticed we all do this. And I m not going to say I m changed now. NO! Not at all But what i say is if we can't care about people who need us why should we care who don't need us? People cry on breakups. They say its hard to come out from it. I don't feel so. U shouldn't care till u r the one who ditched the other! We had no official relation with them. (U know what i mean like husband-wife). What about the people who lost their relatives. We expect people to value when we loose our relatives wouldn't they expect? I m not saying u should do social service or visit them. Even I m not going to do. I m just saying that we people need to come out ourselves and see clearly that we r caring for wrong people. Care about people u should, who need u. We should remember the people died maybe someone was valuable. We should be sensible. We should clearly know whom should we care for!<br /><br />(P.S I m sorry if someone felt bad. But this was what I saw about myself n other around me. Bye guys. Cya. see u soon. take care) </span></div>
</div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-47626534816817656322012-03-30T23:19:00.000-07:002012-03-30T23:19:53.340-07:00Suddenly the longgggg story becomes a short one!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Yeah so its quite a long time I came here the last time. But there was nothing on mind these days.( should I worry? ) But this took a place on my mind! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> So when someone says that he or she's upset you instantly start guessing the reasons behind the bad mood ( only if u care for the person) Now I m a bit analytical person. I guess much about people which due time is getting right frequently. I don't know about other people but I always put 'breakup' as the reason high on my list. So I obviously know they are dying to tell me. Yeah dying because because they want to tell someone and I m their first option. ( I know m showing off but this means I m good friend to them *grins*) </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> So I start with 'What happened?' Now as I know for curtsy they would say 'Leave it its a long story'. So I have press the thing and pretend to throw a fit. So they agree n Just say one sentence 'WE BROKE UP'. <i>This is how suddenly their longgg story becomes a short one!! </i>Their story starts here and ends here! :D I went through this humor 4 times in last few months! One is my cousin and others r my friends. So for our convenience we would these three friends as <b>A, B and C.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b> A </b>is a girl. She's my classmate in college. So one day she came to me came to me with the 'news' that she's in a bad mood. So after all the procedure she told me she had a break up. Her mother found out n din't approve. Now this looks like a common story. This was no new to me but I had to console her because she was expecting it. And that was end of her story. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b> B </b>is a guy. He had fucked in his examination n had really bad day afterwards. So this time when I asked it hadn't clicked me. But when he told its a 'longgggg' story would tell u afterwards I got the situation. I left it that time. (we mostly talk through messages) When I asked the other day he din't reply so even I din't push. So if not a breakup he surely had a big fight. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> This is how their lonng story started and finished in just a sentence. In case other two people they atleast have few lines to tell in their story.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> My cousin lives in New Jersey. One day while chatting after all that upset and longg story thing, he told me he had a break up. Now here the story is about after breakup. After two months of the breakup they both are still good friends. My brother's pretending that he doesn't like her that much as before. I don't know why does he do that. She chose to leave him then she has to cope with the guilt or fact or whatever u say , that he still likes her. Y does he have hurt himself by pretending? After breakup y does she to be still friends? That's stupid!!!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <b>C </b>is a girl. She used to be my close friend before I left the school. In this case the humor is I din't ask all this to my friend but her BF. Due to her even he had became my friend. So the news about their breakup was broken up to me by him. :D. She's accused by him of lying to him. N probably its true.( cruel truth!! ) Now both of them want me to stop talking to the other one. But I m clear I not going stop talking with anyone. I have my own rules and 'fundas' of friendship. Rule 3 says '<i>that till a person has not hurt u let alone watever he has done to others U don't need to breakup or stop talking to him' </i>So now I just talk about one in front of the other. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I got it that there's always something new in the story of there breakup. I don't know Y people say its hard to cope up with the breakup. I don't think it will be that hard for me. I don;t know I have never experienced such a feeling!! Yeah I got little senti at the end. :D <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>(p.s Bye guys see u really soon. Till then Take care....)</i></span></span></div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com2Surat, Gujarat, India21.195 72.81944399999997621.0914665 72.698552999999976 21.2985335 72.940334999999976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-77737689441512998932012-03-07T05:30:00.000-08:002012-03-07T05:30:13.745-08:00THE CONFUSED HEART!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span style="font-size: large;"> I'm lying here on the bed but the calmness which creeps into me every night has not shown up still! I have all day waited for the night so that it would handle my heart. But it has no effect!All day I behaved badly with my friends, specially Bhavya! I stayed silent all day. They took my silence as my another unusual mood-less day. Bhavya knew me very well. She knew that behind this silence I have a reason but she even knew that if I ever wanted to tell I would tell her myself and if not probably I would never tell!. And she's right. I m not going to tell any of my friends. I choose to not to talk to control my emotions. The neck high emotions!!. If I talk I would start crying! I wouldn't make that big mistake to tell anything to them.I don't want to get them into this confusion of my mind n heart. What do I tell them that I that their friend has gone crazy? She is out her mind!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yeah exactly! I m out of my mind. What m I thinking? How can even I get attracted to Abhigyan, love is the next thing? When knowing he thinks of me just as his bestie. Yes I know he relies on me shares all his problems even that between his girlfriend! How can I love him knowing he has a girlfriend n he's really into it? And even Sanjana loves him the same way. How can I even come between them? I don't want to come between them. It would deeply hurt him if they part n I dont want to see myself behind it! But same problem I m not able to control my attraction.. I have tried so so so many times but failed n that even miserably! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I know, I remember I had said to myself long ago I would never let this love thing come between me n my Career, My Dream. I remember it. I remember it very very well. Its always there in my subconscious mind but its not helping me! This crying helps me nothing! I don't know y people say crying helps! After every such night I tell myself to make some distance till I get down from this. But whenever he says he needs me I melt down. This triggers me! Yeah again! I dont know what to do? I want to concentrate on my studies but this attraction makes that hard. Does anyone has any solution for my heart? I hate felling this.. I hate it! </span><br />
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<i>(P.S Hi guys! I know m here after a long time but I had nothing on my mind for long time. This story is not related to me. I saw before that people relate my stories with me.Thanks for reading n commenting! Will try to be back soon. Till then bye n Take care! )</i></span></div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-25903853051312681982012-02-13T09:33:00.000-08:002012-02-13T21:13:52.225-08:00Happy Valentine's day guys!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"> Tanisha was about to reach the party venue. Its was her friend Saran's engagement. He was her college mate. They were good buddies. But after finishing the college they had never met until recently in a coffee shop. She was already wondering what is she going to do there. She knew only two people there Saran and Vibha. Saran would be obviously busy and Vibha was going to come with her fiancee and a friend. '<i> Who would that other person be? May be some other friend I don't know!' </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i>Just than Vibha called.<b>' I am so sorry. I never told u that we wouldn't be able to come. But our friend, the one I told you who was going to come with us is there. He would give you company.' </b><i>' You are telling me now that you are not going to come. And I dont know that guy. How would he be able to give me company. Neither do I know him nor does he know me how am I going to find him?' </i><b>'Relax Tanisha. He is a great company and he knows u well. He would find you. And yes don't go away leaving him any day!'</b> <i>'What?' </i><b>'Nothing bye.' </b><i>'Okay bye but remember next time you meet me you are going to pay for this.' </i><b>'Ah okay bye'. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">( P.S Hey guys, I thought I should go for a love story this time. Any way Valentine's day is coming so it suits. I would try to post soon. Till then bye n take care! ) </span></div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com2Surat, Gujarat, India21.195 72.81944399999997621.0914665 72.698552999999976 21.2985335 72.940334999999976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-15909739253057595492012-01-30T09:03:00.000-08:002012-01-30T09:03:08.907-08:00Possible Encounters When U Visit My City<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4ZsAh5-USugFh8CR2GIRq6nzWxRWYMtNTB-pyQg6heSQKvF4QZvw90sutgahe4DeMRSHIsMHWXslueet95cfOfqolhgDUpMXIVU3kgHWjTGwn7AjIBqFsFi4_WrbNAVsy18FzbVTAPUd/s1600/traffic.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div> <span style="font-size: large;"> As promised I m back before end of January. As everybody I love my city Surat. And this time I m giving u a few things u get to see when u visit my Surat. Before starting what about introduction of my city. Its actually quite famous in India. Its a diamond n textile hub. Its said that from every 5 diamonds 3 diamonds r polished in Surat. And similar for textile markets too. And food is the other thing its famous for. U would be thinking how by food? As Paris is famous for its Pizzas, Surat is famous for its surti food. Surat dont have much special delicacies on its name but its famous for its food, its flavor. It doesn't have any much famous or special restaurants but here the food is tasty n that's what its famous for. It has its own flavor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Well don't mind I get little sensitive when it comes about Surat n start explaining over everything. Lets get back now I would tell the possible encounters u face when u visit my city. I m going to go blabbering about my Surat. </span><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I would start with much obvious. Nothing for guesses, I m going to start with food. <i>'Locho' </i>that's what its called.(I know it sounds weird :P) Its mainly made up of besan. Its served with coriander-mint chutney and onions. Its best when hot served. The owner of an Audi would even go to the road stall to get this in the morning. You may get this in other cities but the taste is not something u get easily. If u get the same taste u may believe that the chef is from Surat. :)</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-oU2xMKOHsyTiMoMJnf-kYJKeRpgctYB5VLwBCPXXRCxtD9McTk-2I_YKFCtb16jSKyWIHl5647EOWfjHoWcuv1g_3Ed-uwcoqYsn-HbE4eLJYk8CvpGPoEPvdq83-pY2AFMGFAPUgc8/s1600/locho.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-oU2xMKOHsyTiMoMJnf-kYJKeRpgctYB5VLwBCPXXRCxtD9McTk-2I_YKFCtb16jSKyWIHl5647EOWfjHoWcuv1g_3Ed-uwcoqYsn-HbE4eLJYk8CvpGPoEPvdq83-pY2AFMGFAPUgc8/s1600/locho.jpeg" /></a><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Wherever u go in the city, whichever corner u would find a bridge at the very least a proposed bridge for sure in your 5 radius circle around u. Surat already consists of 15 constructed bridges n 29 r proposed. Its all set to b called the city of bridges. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Another thing we have is what only we can have because its just one piece. Sachin's Ferrari. Yes the same Ferrari which was gifted to him. He has sold that to the Surat based businessman.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">It may be the only city with 4 million population not having an international airport. International airport is out of question it even doesn't have a well functioning domestic airport. A city of diamond hub doesn't even have a airport. For this people even started a march n agitation for getting flights for airport.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeo1lY3-hzTnmCXH4pVBupbH8Ko-Bx3a9xrODF66EVdOn3_Wa3jQA1QEGu7N491MvLT0orxw26gxgVS18mDRHtpsTyElbDdJM7Q2PzrVXFHUBFpNP-W7PKN8UZevE70Z5MB6vDu1RoKCW/s1600/airport.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeo1lY3-hzTnmCXH4pVBupbH8Ko-Bx3a9xrODF66EVdOn3_Wa3jQA1QEGu7N491MvLT0orxw26gxgVS18mDRHtpsTyElbDdJM7Q2PzrVXFHUBFpNP-W7PKN8UZevE70Z5MB6vDu1RoKCW/s1600/airport.jpeg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"> These are some of the things u can find only in Surat. Not all r positive aspects but as everybody I have a soft corner for my city. After happening so much in Mumbai doesn't leave loving it why would be doing that rite? It has become a part of my life, an important one(I know it sounds emotional). I really don't know what would i do if i have to leave it. I don't think i would agree to leave it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>(P.S That's it for today. Would be back soon. Till then Bye n take care. )</i></span><br />
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</div></div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com3Surat, Gujarat, India21.195 72.81944399999997621.0914665 72.698552999999976 21.2985335 72.940334999999976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-12364670590012799682012-01-08T21:57:00.000-08:002012-01-08T22:15:37.011-08:00A Letter ..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqFN5zASKNeLJTcPOjyV5Zs0-37H0jhwO3bRj2sFBPeXsBAhh9Af0rcrv2QLYu8cG9451XqtFivMXEpJ-H0g35XVKa51qzX3oJH3Kd1M7QDJpy-vfwrel9sNhaEqs22MbFrFcnufL2YPn/s1600/waterfall.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> <span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">I don't quite believe in ' the end of the world in 2012' theory. But still a letter written for u can say just sack of writing. This letter is to GOD/2012/ or whatever u name it. Just fill in the blank ( for yourself) with whatever u think is appropriate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear _________,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Hello, How r u? Now I m asking a stupid question. I already know u r pissed off or got into depression for something..So u r thinking stupid. Thinking to end the world. You already know how many people live on u. Right? U r thinking to end their lives too. I know the reason u r trying to take revenge because we r polluting u rite? I know that's the reason. Tell me one person on u who doesn't have problems in there lives. And most of u r facing it except some cowards. I know u have a solution for this. Tell me I wud help you to spread it across n implement it. ( Just a favor tell it to me secretly). </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Well if you don't want to go on yourself please go on for others. For me. I have few reasons on my mind already at this time.</span><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I still have to finish my engineering studies. I have two reasons for it. I always wanted to live life with luxury on my money. For that I have to study first and earn good. But if u r going to so adamant on ur wish , my dreams r going to get shattered. The second reason is next point.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQB5BW1YIB8t8CophCI0VsvZVcsdLTH_-7D-yJOx_6l3f2wIxYxJMqsq9sAFb6GmDB4a3qVUeMjysmvIF3MD-IeD0_2beRQfO73VPwZqaVU_zLGK4NYBjRVwih3Ska9CKuNvcIbK0UA8O/s1600/inside.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQB5BW1YIB8t8CophCI0VsvZVcsdLTH_-7D-yJOx_6l3f2wIxYxJMqsq9sAFb6GmDB4a3qVUeMjysmvIF3MD-IeD0_2beRQfO73VPwZqaVU_zLGK4NYBjRVwih3Ska9CKuNvcIbK0UA8O/s1600/inside.jpeg" /></a><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"> I have to take my <i>Mom </i>on a world tour. For that again I have to finish my studies first. Its only possible now in this few months if u do something n make me a millionaire now. Please at least think of my mother who makes me visit beautiful places just in hope I made do with her the same when I earn. </span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqFN5zASKNeLJTcPOjyV5Zs0-37H0jhwO3bRj2sFBPeXsBAhh9Af0rcrv2QLYu8cG9451XqtFivMXEpJ-H0g35XVKa51qzX3oJH3Kd1M7QDJpy-vfwrel9sNhaEqs22MbFrFcnufL2YPn/s1600/waterfall.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqFN5zASKNeLJTcPOjyV5Zs0-37H0jhwO3bRj2sFBPeXsBAhh9Af0rcrv2QLYu8cG9451XqtFivMXEpJ-H0g35XVKa51qzX3oJH3Kd1M7QDJpy-vfwrel9sNhaEqs22MbFrFcnufL2YPn/s1600/waterfall.jpeg" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="goog_235099994"></span><span id="goog_235099995"></span> </span><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"> I still have to get a Bf. Now I know that's corny n a stupid reason but that's the third reason. I don't want to die single. I'm in no hurry for getting one at this age but I even don't want to die single so please accept this as a reason.</span></li>
</ul><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I have to get married. I know ur reaction but its not necessary that I'm going to my bf. And it takes time to find a suitable groom. My parents n relatives have so many wishes for my marriage. Wud u not want their dreams get fulfilled. N most important aspect to consider in this. I'm still not eligible for getting married . So that's the big reason U have to wait.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I have to learn cooking. My mother has many hopes for me that I wud b a good cook. And u know I don't have it on my list of learning at least not for this year. U know that.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-R93MuYCjcPvnLeAt6nLeWVq4B2TqbT7fH5t8v647LAvUMwZgm_YcgUgNRLxnAS6FCEycYoAYPLz-lVkSesvRc4dXANmprwQ07aJ0mYApy7z0ZAlN7dN-_rxEKcNo1bgsf9U5NJQCKFEz/s1600/cookies.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-R93MuYCjcPvnLeAt6nLeWVq4B2TqbT7fH5t8v647LAvUMwZgm_YcgUgNRLxnAS6FCEycYoAYPLz-lVkSesvRc4dXANmprwQ07aJ0mYApy7z0ZAlN7dN-_rxEKcNo1bgsf9U5NJQCKFEz/s1600/cookies.jpeg" /></a><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I have to get a farmhouse built for me and Aastha. So that we can spent our holidays n vacations together. U know our deal n not if , we made a deal to spend our free time together as much as possible. We have promised to never forget n lose each other.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQuNTcuzCYlsYzT67P9AZlFD2XU3fZObUKQ5-aqmAo1-wMYRrdHw0MV3lnq91k2x-8w7cQQ7q6dQdJHCZ0c8_F1d657vd_fFF-abQ82Bz5jPmsNnwMkyAoy2UKTPVg-uXDhoAm5FrUEa9/s1600/farm+house.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQuNTcuzCYlsYzT67P9AZlFD2XU3fZObUKQ5-aqmAo1-wMYRrdHw0MV3lnq91k2x-8w7cQQ7q6dQdJHCZ0c8_F1d657vd_fFF-abQ82Bz5jPmsNnwMkyAoy2UKTPVg-uXDhoAm5FrUEa9/s1600/farm+house.jpeg" /></a><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">N the last one I m remembering now is I m not satisfied with number of friends I have. I want more friends n for that it takes few years rite. So u please wait for few years . I dont mean few years that can b counted on fingers alright!! </span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> This r the few reasons n if this r not enough I can find more. I promise if u let me live I wud become an engineer by the time and discover new ways to for ecofriendly . As such u r going tell me a few rite? :D I can merely request u. Please go on , lets live more. Please.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"> YOURS SINCERELY </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Roohani.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Bye guys wud try write soon but exams r going to take my whole Jan so maybe I can't but for sure in the 1st week of Feb. I already know wat I have to post so try not to b late. Till then BYE n TAKE CARE :D</i></span></div></div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com10Surat, Gujarat, India21.195 72.81944399999997621.0914665 72.698552999999976 21.2985335 72.940334999999976tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580288099433108854.post-91274998297848526652011-12-29T03:46:00.000-08:002011-12-29T06:15:25.169-08:00A Surprise....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span style="font-size: large;">Sana was on the walk track at 6 o'clock in the evening as usual. She had been going there regularly. It was a usual day for her . With <i>Music </i>playing in her ears she started her rounds. She came across she met everyday. She as usual warmly greeted with a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> As she was nearly going to complete her third round, Nimit came from behind. She got irritated. He had tried to talk to her before but she pretended she didn't listen him calling. He said-"<i> <span style="color: #e06666;">Can i talk to u for a minute?</span>" </i>She sighed and took her headphones out. her mind already traveling back to the day she last saw him. He was one of the persons she saw coming there regularly. One day he came and asked her if she would be his friend. She simply replied <b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">No</span>.</b> She never did friendship with a complete stranger. She even preferred not to talk to such people. He asked <i><span style="color: #e06666;">Why?</span> </i>She simply replied <b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">not interested</span>.</b> He still tried to talk but she ignored him. Then she went away home. She would see him everyday but ignored him at her best.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> From that day till today , they never talked. Today he came to her and wanted to talk for a minute.She thought <b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Whats big deal in a minute. Would deal if anything happens!</span>.</b> She sees in his direction. <b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Yes</span>. </b>He said</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Though I asked your name last time, forgot it.</span> </i><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #f6b26b;">Sana</b>.</span><br />
<div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Well I wanted to say sorry.</i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i>That was something not at all expected.</span><br />
<div style="color: #f6b26b;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>For?</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Because I followed you home.</i></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm really sorry.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHO08FDYK9HbKwZf8PnyI1u4kb3Q3bv-6vA-kVkCo7tBLXds4tFCdvB10sbKpL3PCoxhZJJDILtC5gMe1o7R2GL71Et6bE6uwMZi3mn9hpPq9DAo-_q7Ae1ty5OOw_lKDC1ojropRUlnw/s1600/walking1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHO08FDYK9HbKwZf8PnyI1u4kb3Q3bv-6vA-kVkCo7tBLXds4tFCdvB10sbKpL3PCoxhZJJDILtC5gMe1o7R2GL71Et6bE6uwMZi3mn9hpPq9DAo-_q7Ae1ty5OOw_lKDC1ojropRUlnw/s1600/walking1.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i>Now she was full of mixed feeling. She didn't knew what to answer. She was surprised- this was certainly nothing expected, was angry- for the fact he had followed her and was pleased- though she didn't knew about it , He told her the truth and said sorry. Before she can reply he was gone. She searched around, but there was no trace of him. She went back home with the same feelings and hoping she gets something to say before tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(P.S hey guys will soon write again till then bye n take care..)</span></div>Roohanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06325737124761282014noreply@blogger.com14