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ready for a change..Ashish Nandwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503002000834585298noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741596520001874864.post-51957207750879449402014-02-02T12:34:00.000+05:302014-02-02T12:51:33.458+05:30Cadbury<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"God Bless you sir, just asking for a rupee , not much" .She said. I turned back and saw her down on her knees asking for money again.<br />
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Her brown locks , some of them caressing the top of her nose , some resting near her face , somewhat messed up yet so beautiful. Her big black eyes , little poignant yet not so far from hope or prospect. She was probably around 10-12 years old.<br />
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"So what are you going to do with a rupee? " I asked.<br />
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Before she could answer I added , "Better you can eat something, if you are feeling hungry?". While I was busy buying grocery from a shop , she quickly ran to the next shop and started pointing towards something with a sheepish smile which resembled the kind when I used to ask my parents of something I knew they would not easily agree to give. As i was unable to get a view of what she was pointing to , I just nodded at her and kept buying grocery.<br />
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In 5 minutes or so , I lost sight of her but was able to see her again getting ready to ask for money from other people.<br />
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In a haste , I went near her and asked her what would she like to have to which she replied 'Biscuits'. The one's with 'Cadbury'. It was as if she had underlined <i>cadbury </i>the way it came out.<br />
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I bought her a chocolate much to her delight. She looked happy.<br />
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Just when I was about to leave , saw many others going close to her wanting her to share what she had got, may be? Also some of them came asking for money from me.<br />
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I sometimes don't know what to do in such situations but this time I sat near the little girl and avoided every one else.<br />
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The girl as smart she was (probably understanding everything happening) uttered ,"I can bear this but don't want to finish it quickly, want to enjoy eating it."<br />
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Ashish Nandwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503002000834585298noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741596520001874864.post-42959697436425154012012-12-25T22:46:00.000+05:302012-12-25T22:46:51.316+05:30My Christmas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To me Christmas has always been '<i>waking up and checking my pillow</i>' for gifts which would include varieties of chocolates , candies and everything a kid would have liked. But yes over the years I did come to know that it was my dad who was the Santa.<br />
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Ten years back , i was run down by a scooter while crossing the road being so excited carrying all my gifts. I remember my eye getting blue after that and my mother forcing me to drink milk with turmeric mixed in it.<br />
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When i did not find anything near my bed , one early Christmas morning , just could not believe it. I walked down the stairs and saw my mom cooking . I asked her ' if it was Christmas' ( obviously for a reason). Then making use of my acting skills , i went to sleep again. An hour later, twas my dad trying his best not to disturb my sleep and sliding a pack under my pillow.<br />
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This morning , today , miles away from my home town , from no where i checked my bed for any gifts when my friend wished me a Merry Christmas. In the process , i revisited all those moments. Feels great!<br />
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It was a long break , I took from writing , did write some occasional pieces while travelling in buses but nothing substantial. Now I take time to brood over my visit to <b><i>Perumbavoor </i></b>which I believe is the best time I have had outside my home.<br />
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It was March 2012 and probably not the best time to be in <i>Coimbatore</i> . It was hot ,sticky and not at all pleasant to say the least. Being away from the North Indian food for quite a while then , I told myself not to make that face while having<i> Dosa</i> three times a day. With that , I had already started finding some valid reasons how and why it's necessary to drink hot water and to use coconut in everything you make.<br />
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So I booked tickets for Perumbavoor , was very excited to meet '<i>Latha Prem Sakhya and family'. </i>We had met just once at a literary festival. We hardly had any interaction except for the formal introduction.She calls me '<i>A young shy man from Chandigarh</i>' . We became friends later on when I sent her a mail noticing something which she had not shared with anybody.<br />
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It was 4 in the morning and the bus had taken a little more time than expected. I knew it was not the best of times to reach their place but didn't have much control over it too. So as it turned out to be , just had to walk a mile to reach where they had to come to pick me up. Same is the case , when I go to meet my parents ,just some walking and I wait for them to come.<br />
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She came out of the car and I touched her feet, I could see she was very happy to have recognized me.She introduced me to her husband '<i>Yogendra Sakhya'</i> who seemed to me as simple and easy going.We reached home. Just for a while I got scared when she told me about the <i>dogs</i>,We entered inside and Yes , I was tired. We didn't talk much then. Just before sleeping , I checked out some of the books placed in the rack.What an experience,Period!<br />
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I woke up in the morning and just could not believe my eyes. It was so beautiful , with cats playing , trees and so much of green around , birds playing their part too. I rushed down stairs to find both of them. To my surprise , both of them were in the kitchen making preparations for breakfast and lunch.(I wonder at what time did they get up?). The house had an inexplicable allure to it. All of us talked for a while in the kitchen itself , where on display was<i> Mr Yogendra's humor</i>.'When he talked , It was all sense'.<br />
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Being away from Chandigarh for last few months , this was the first time ,I had such a breakfast , with love written all over it. After finishing the breakfast we were headed to go out.<br />
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We started our journey , All of us had in our mind to cover as many places possible.We actually visited a lot of places but what stood out for me was watching a baby elephant in an Elephant Training Center , but I did not like the 'zoo'. It was a disgusting display of humanity . Animals sitting in their own filth , in cages too small for them to stretch is not an attraction at all.<br />
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Nevertheless,sitting next to the Periyar river was so relaxing and comforting. I so wanted to write something there.<br />
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Up next , We went into a forest , leaving aside all the bushes , We kept walking. What I remember was hearing a lot of experiences from her , how and when they used to come there with little 'Jenn' (Their daughter). I wanted answers to a lot of questions from her , I thought it was the best time and we discussed on a lot of things thereafter.We returned back , had lunch which was absolutely mouth-watering with perfectly cooked fish with what flavors and not to forget the chicken too. Just that I could not eat as much as they had expected me to eat , I guess.<br />
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I went upstairs and played with the cats, took some rest and prepared myself to go back to Coimbatore. I asked her for a book and she gave me a book of her's. That book had a mysterious ability to pull me into it , I would always cherish the role these guys have played in shaping me up. She also gifted me a '<i>Mundu</i>' (A South Indian Dhoti) and I regret of not sending her my picture wearing that.<br />
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I was back in Coimbatore and having Dosa again. But this time it was really tasting like that brilliantly cooked fish. God Bless Them.<br />
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Most days , nearly all the days when i am walking , I take a similar route. A route to a destination. Today was different though. There was a 'spring' in my step. I was alone but not really. I walked slowly perhaps more slower than an occasional jogger or cyclist would require.<br />
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I had nowhere to go so I took time and enjoyed the surroundings. I mixed with the expressions , colors, fragrance and the changing music , nodded at the people I saw and waved to the drivers of the two and four wheelers going in opposite directions. I could not stop myself to talk with those two young girls wearing beautiful sarees. I tried eating a lot of bizarre things.I visited a bookstore.Just then I could see the animation , people had for shopping.I just stood there and laughed with them. <br />
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Too often , I am in a hurry and thinking about things I shouldn't. I take the most direct route from A to B and my mind is focussed on the new task. And in doing so I mess opportunity to savor this moment in time , a gift of present.<br />
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I made myself happy today. That's how i made my day.The only thing I missed was a camera.<br />
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I still feel that taction<br />
where sweat had a role<br />
The liberty to leave<br />
Grip that <i>gripped</i><br />
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A start which had an end<br />
Your smirk <i>poses</i> to fend<br />
You and you , a cliche.<br />
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My mind and body perspire<br />
To the exhaustion of your expectations<br />
I still feel that warmth<br />
That comfort<br />
The ethereal breath<br />
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Making head ways<br />
I try to deceive<br />
Pretend to be at ease<br />
Intruding in with your whiskers<br />
You bring in the zing.<br />
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From quite some time now , I was thinking to write something about <i>Kerela</i>. Days before my visit , I was already excited with the idea of knocking around the God's own country. In Kerela Express from New Delhi to Trivandrum ; I could smell literature watching the modulations in flavors , dresses , languages and what not. More importantly the typical South Indian food had started and the only thing I hated (just a little bit) was too much of rice.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Auto Rickshaw guy was the first person we met in Trivandrum (who could barely speak English). He was a lovely guy who kept smiling all the way through just that he charged us a little extra. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Even though
my hair might have the same number of curls as a <i>Malayali</i> guy but it was the accent that was hard to match. I entered the cultural complex known as <i>Vylopilly Samskrithi Bhawan </i>which was the
venue for the Literary Festival. It made me fall in love with the natural and
the architectural aspect of the place. Why would someone want to move out from
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finally the morning, hours before the event just had to be kick started. I had
been feeling the fresh air for about an hour now. The air certainly felt relaxing
and the tinge of ‘nip’ was refreshing. Breakfast, I expected some <i>idli</i> but it was <i>Idiyappam</i> with egg curry something new for me but a
taste worth remembering. Also it was a good beginning and sign of things to
come. In the evening I went to the <i>Shangumugham</i> beach in Trivandrum , Though I could not make it in time to catch the 'sunset'. The fact that I don't understand Malayalam made me fall in love(again) with the language and people speaking it more and more. Then we(I went there with my friend) thought of exploring Trivandrum by feeling it's essence. We wanted to dissolve , merge , with everyone , with the city. Soon , thereafter we were soaking up the environment through the streets. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Wanted to write a lot more , lot on </span> Mullaperiyar dam issue as well. I leave it to my next post. All these days I did not write and read so much , i did miss reading <a href="http://chintangupta.blogspot.com/">her</a> blog. It's all about understanding and no demonstration sometimes. I do connect a lot with her.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Must confess th<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">at I am not really a fan of Facebook. Just in the past week I have been getting replies to my messages which I had sent way back. (to people who were not my friends). I really like the idea of sending emails if I get connec</span>ted with someone. I might have sent many messages too. This is what some of them had to say:</span><br />
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<i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/shraddhasrinath">Shraddha Srinath</a>(vocalist): <b> </b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Hey Ashish! I'M SORRY for the late reply! I'm unfamiliar with this whole system of different folders for different mails on FB. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Anyway, thanks a lot, I'm glad you liked the song! Hope you're doing well. :)</span></b><br />
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<i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/tomluckose">Tom Luckose</a>(technical lead): </i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Hey Ashish, sorry for the late response, I can't believe I never clicked on the 'Others' under Messages till now. </span><img alt=":O" class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -64px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; height: 16px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" /></b><br />
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<i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Priyank734">Priyank Shah</a>(yahoo editor): </i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">The new FB message option really sucks! I never knew I had a message in my Inbox, till the day I decided to click on every available option at the left. </span><img alt=":D" class="emote_img quimby_search_image" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -48px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; height: 16px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> Btw, thanks for the compliments </span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The ambience and it's sensation</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deluging down like heaven</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Or Let it wipe<em> all </em>away?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The<em> diligent</em> reaper relentlessly marches .</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">An effort to tact the<em> tear-ed </em>eyes of mine,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">An effort to quench the thirst of my lips</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As the icy drops tinged my skin</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I took a short step.Yet hesitant..</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The feeling was great</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Matched that incense as the Sun came out</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A lonely child sitting watching the rain</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The enchanting, mesmerizing rain, drew me out</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Arms outstretched to imprison,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For ever the ecstasy of being one with the rain..</span></div>
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I am living <i>lovingly</i>. I understand a lot now.They understand a lot now. It was a transition , It was a process , It was a period. I am always learning , I have learnt a lot. I have a special friend , I am blessed. I am loved. His name suggests so , He is <i>divyam. <b>Here is a leaf out him.</b></i><br />
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We fear. We are scared. We are scared to take decisions , We worry about the results . We don't want to achieve because we don't want to. We see ourselves in others. Be proud of what you think , The aura and that feeling is so pristine. We don't have to be ashamed of what we think. See through your eyes , not others.</div>
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We pretend , wear masks. We have a fear of not being understood. Because we don't want to be understood.We don't want anyone to know us , The real us , We never let anyone come near us . We keep pretending :</div>
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<i>pretending to be happy , when we aren't</i></div>
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<i>pretending to be mature , when we aren't</i></div>
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<i>pretending to know , when we don't</i></div>
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<i>pretending to be unique , when common</i></div>
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<i>pretending to be successful , to be successful</i></div>
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<i>pretending to be strong , when weak</i></div>
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<i>pretending to love , when we hate</i></div>
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<i>pretend to be living , when we aren't</i></div>
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We have become complex and not lucid. We are social. We want to love , We want to be loved. We are common behind that mask. We survive on love. We are still children , We were taught to be truthful , We were taught to be honest , We used to smile without thinking.We have not changed , We are subject to abstraction.We all think we are strong and we can live alone but :</div>
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<i>We all want to share our stories ,</i></div>
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<i>We all want someone to interfere in our lives,</i></div>
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<i>We all want someone to take care of us,</i></div>
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<i>We all want someone to look at us and grin,</i></div>
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<i>We all want to love and to be loved,</i></div>
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<i>We want to live free,</i></div>
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<i>Beyond boundaries,</i></div>
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<i>Beyond everything.</i></div>
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<i>Just everything.</i></div>
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<i>We are still hungry,</i></div>
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<i>Hungry for concern.</i></div>
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<i>To be honest , fearless , proud of ourselves.</i></div>
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We can change the people around us , We can inspire , We can give them courage. Courage to fight. Courage to stand. Courage to face . We run away , We are not helpless. We can always try , try to be better , try to conquer , try to be more courageous. Every problem has a common solution ,Love. It certainly has many dimensions. We have to make people feel comfortable , We have to give those vibes. They will trust , They will believe , They are not alone , We all are together. We are one. </div>
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We expect a lot , We do good and expect. Never expect , Keep loving to be better. You will be surprised. You will enjoy. You will be free. We keep feeling bad , We wait. We keep on waiting. </div>
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'It's already been late and they haven't come to talk yet , I have taken a holiday and I just hope they do the whitewash tomorrow' said Mom with a worried look on her face. I was already feeling very excited about the fact that whitewash would be taking place tomorrow . I always had a tendency to connect with the people who would come for whitewash. Always were they very simple , hardworking and pristine.<br />
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Leaning back on the chair I nailed down to extract that how I fought with my Mom to give them a phone (which was of no use for us , It was in pretty bad condition) the last time they came. Whitewash used to happen every year (earlier) for now it happens once in every four years.I also wondered if i can get up early tomorrow and help making the rooms ready for them to work.<br />
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Your Dad has been working since early morning , These guys are just too much , Get up and help if you have some shame left ' , screamed my Mom at the top of her voice. I was not shocked to see the time (routine) and just got out of the bed without saying anything. Soon enough , I started helping my Mom and Dad . <br />
So we are going to start with the drawing room echoed one of the two people who had come . One of them looked very experienced and was about 35-40 years , The other one though had innocence all over him and looked around 15-20 years. I was told to bring some biscuits (little cheap) , the fact that<i> Amma</i> was making tea for them. Pretending that I did not listen , I brought my favorite 'Hide and Seek' biscuits but not to my mother's amusement. You have a habit of spending money prodigiously , Do you know that? Dad kept her calm asking if she wants the work to go forward or else she should worry about the<i> paltry</i> money spending.<br />
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'Bhaiya' , 'We are making tea for you ' I told both of them.<br />
The experienced one answered that we never have tea so sorry (with a touch of arrogance). I doubt if the younger one meant the same. Go and give these biscuits only then , Mom told me. But why can't we give them milk ,I questioned. Bhaiya so will you have some milk then to which the younger one answered her' <i>Han hum pee sakte hain </i>(Yes we can drink it ). They had already started working and in two-three hours they were able to paint the downside. The fact that they had been working for so long ,I thought of making <i>lemon-soda </i>for them . I gave the first glass to the younger one , the second to the other one and the third (I thought of making four , but there wasn't enough soda left)one, I kept for myself.<br />
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I always connect with my Dad more than I do with my sister and mom (Think that both of them connect too). He is not that good in kitchen but he loves experiments ,always ends up mixing a lot of things . Amma and Gudia(My sister) prefer not to taste anything we make so there was never a question of making something for Mummy(Though she likes how i make tea) .Dad took the glass from my hand and he did drink all of it ,Its limca , no?, He looked at me smiling. I loved it and looked at him as if saying 'You should have left something Papa'.<br />
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The younger guy also told me that it was good , Meanwhile my mother was urging the experienced guy to paint the walls properly(and may be two-three times) but I felt that he was quite used to hear that a lot from women, he reacted as if he did not bother. He almost finished his work and went for the lunch , Also did he say to his fellow to finish his work soon and join him at lunch.<br />
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After some time with a very boyish voice the younger guy asked my dad 'Anything else Sir' , to which dad called my <i>Amma</i> and Well , there was quite a bit left according to her. We did share food with that guy and he started talking about his family and his mother.Soon the white-wash was over and I was practicing bowling very quick and he kept staring at me for a while near the <i>verandah</i>.<br />
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We did play some cricket together then and he did know how to give that ball a tweak.<br />
His fellow mate soon bellowed ' You should sleep here only for today , What say?' to which he dropped the ball and thought of saying something to me . But he turned his back to me.<br />
To my surprise he turned again and after a pause revealed ' I wish I can come again' and he left. I kept looking and thinking about him.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Wrote it when i was very young (was my first poem) , so it may not be up to the mark in terms of thinking.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The day i thought, I could fly in the air</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">With the wings of a bird, and all that flair,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The thing that always gave me <i>stings</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Courtesy of the <i>broken wings.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The day i wore my birthday <b>ring,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Happiness and joy,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The order of strings!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Like a stroke into the sky</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Could the broken wings fly so high?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Destiny turns around ,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Like a terror attack, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">With the floor of blood and</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">You know it's color,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Hurting souls inside as ever.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">As hot as a word for the <i><b>lusty</b></i> needs, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">You know from where it came </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Where are it's seeds? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The story blended with a desire to end,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">For the wish to come true</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">It meant so much.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Turn around made me to learn so much,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Lost in d moment and trying to fly,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">but.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Could the broken wings fly so high??</span></div>
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The relationship between Brother and Sister is indeed admirable.Nothing more rejoicing than playing with her.Nothing more content than watching her speak and speak, Nothing more innocent than her juvenile acts. Must confess that we are not talking to each other for more than three days now but I am rest assured that she might get stuck with some<i> Calculus </i>problems sooner rather than later.<br />
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I remember writing a poem (<a href="http://ashishnandwani.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sister.html">Read here</a>) on her last birthday as a present , not to forget her favorite chocolate cup cake but what she did was something I would <i>cleave to</i> forever. It was around 12 and I was busy attending phone calls (One after the other). Everyone else was sleeping. I heard a steel sound in the kitchen but I did not care.Then came the surprise , "You don't want your cake ,Happy birthday " , she said. I was still on phone but just managed to get off it. She had made a fruit chat (putting anything and everything that was available ) , It had tomato ketchup sprinkled over it and a fork dug deep inside. I started eating it and then looked at her for once , "What happened , You don't like it? ",she asked. Warmth , Authority and Buzz , I could see everything in her eyes that day. I hugged her thereafter. </div>
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<i> I wrote this a while back the time I was coming back from Ambala to Chandigarh (back home).</i><i> </i><i>The time, I was feeling good about myself , I was on my way to catch a Bus. Walking faster and faster I had to slow down occasionally. A lot of scenes emerged in front of my eyes ,There were people having no place to live in , chaos and buses , dashes , beats , mucks and what not.</i><i>With a random look here and there , I preferred to move ahead but not to my liking. </i><i>The phase was very difficult.</i><br />
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In charge of , In command of<br />
Movements brisk as ever<br />
Walking to run , As i run to feel.<br />
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Those strains and animations ,<br />
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As I look straight<br />
Refusing to offer a hand,<br />
Here goes my eyes <i>split</i><br />
To melt the<b> <i>sand in my shoes.</i></b><br />
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To fall eventually<br />
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I am a graduate now and must say more than anything, I am happy that I won't have to visit my college again (Almost ! Would someone attend that convocation for me ?). These four years have to be an important facet of my life , Became a web-addict , got collective , two good outings , some lifetime friends and a lot of unavoidable situations to say the least. My acute humor was on display every now and then when there was no one to understand it , The <i>discerning </i>one -liners to flatter girls were left begging to be understood , never getting the kickback they deserved. I remember saying , "You have <i>Vodka </i>written all over eyes" to a girl which landed me into a lot of trouble , not to forget she did turn this class of appreciation into <i>filth </i>while enumerating all this in <i>Hindi </i>to her boyfriend . Some people who did come to know about it never left a moment to banter me , saying " Teri ankhon me nasha hai" (Just a translation in hindi but looks a bit cheap for comfort,Arghh! ). Flash on , I love you(just casually) went perfect with every other girl when I was in first year, and had just started to talk with them , You can remove the braces a little later if you like and but would you understand that <i>I am not trying to hit on you!</i><br />
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Very temperamental at times , Yes I am . I have turned into 'gregarious guy' who connects but never forgets. Lot of times , In a contingent and random way I do remember a lot of people whom I have lost contact someway or the other .<br />
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With Shahid Afridi all over her room ,She made me no-stranger to the cricketing rules . I was watching some of my photo albums today , I recalled a moment when I was howling watching her being upset after she had broken her nail , Oh my! That was something she took so much care of. </div>
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That unblemishness and stupidity is still alive , Out of no-where I try to find people on social networking sites for hours but to no-avail most of the times.<br />
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The IIIT science conclave (2nd) gave me an opportunity I would love to cherish whole my life , Such exposure and such people. Those seven days had just about everything and how can I forget interacting with this guy from mumbai <i>Sudarshan</i> (The first person I met there) . Postdate a moment of grief when he was just about to leave , He managed to go near the back window of the Bus only for his beautiful smile to be captured and sent to him.</div>
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</div><div>Everything seems to make a <i>re-fashion </i>statement , You don't want to be up and running for so much that has</div><div>taken place , There is a rush of blood and that protrusion to take away all you have got , You try to come off age but it's not that easy.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Next is a period you need a #<b>calming-approach </b>which I think comes while writing down and letting it all go </div><div>away , It's all about tearing the keyboard apart you know .I like the sound coming from the keys today , It's the #<b>heavy-hands </b>effect showing that a 'revival' is on the cards. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>By the way from the last few days , I have been reading <a href="http://chintangupta.blogspot.com/">Chintan Gupta's Blog</a> and whatever i have observed ,</div><div>She is a class-act and what not. Just hope she is not the only one reading this because I am going to tell her to :)</div><div><br />
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</div>We write as we look back ,<div>We write to remember ,</div><div>A<i> distress</i> that needs to be healed ,</div><div>The memories which never get sealed.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We write with the <i>mist</i> , coffee and rain ..</div><div>With a wine sometimes and a lot of pain..</div><div>For the one's who are here to stay ;</div><div>The one's we wish should have stayed ,</div><div>We write when we are in grief or ,</div><div>When we are <b><i>Gay</i></b>?</div><div><br />
</div><div>We write ..</div><div>The stories which never begin ,</div><div>And the one's which have no ends..</div><div>With animosity and rage ,</div><div>With passion and that <i>stage</i>...</div><div>We write when we try to find love ,</div><div>And the moment it fades away..</div><div><br />
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</div><div>We write ..</div><div>When we don't want to write ,</div><div>Wrapped truth in the shades of grey,</div><div>We write in a hope to inspire ,</div><div>We share our dreams with each and every desire</div><div><br />
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Water searching ways to get out,<br />
As I blow the curtains away,<br />
It bleeds and seeps making a silent sound.<br />
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As I wipe off the aperture,<br />
The mirror shows <em>The other side</em>,<br />
A wet kiss and the rising mists,<br />
As i find myself drown.<br />
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A glimmer of hope ,<br />
As it runs to escape,<br />
I follow some directions to go ahead of time,<br />
I keep running to stand<em> Still</em> ,<br />
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I seek the stimulation of my nerves<br />
In order to bear with the scrutiny of the world<br />
I mark a target everyday<br />
To make my place on this damn earth<br />
I indulge myself in that intoxication<br />
Of a puff of smoke<br />
And some teary eyed dreams<br />
cinders of my breath,<br />
Hold that marks to ambition,<br />
I strain myself to success,<br />
Leaving the flight of pleasure and<br />
Gratification..<br />
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Amidst that short spell,<br />
Flowing out with those snivels,<br />
I never tried to get above the surface,<br />
Yet the surface beckons me above…<br />
I tested that endurance<br />
That feeling is inexplicable<br />
I implore the mercy of success<br />
And what’s left behind me.<br />
Is a plethora of thoughts.<br />
Unquestioned..<br />
Unconquered…<br />
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I booze my own anger,<br />
I suspecct to move ahead,<br />
IN the wee hours,<br />
Blown and dispossessed,<br />
I set myself free……<br />
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Scorching my ears,<br />
These shadows nearing to bundle,<br />
Scare with my flings,<br />
I comprehend , not to wait on<br />
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But to move on<br />
With that desire<br />
That passion..the fervour<br />
To create and Create<br />
I drown myself into the embrace<br />
A cascade of unfulfilled aspirations<br />
And some pages written and locked<br />
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That backdoor, That closet,<br />
An abstract view of life,<br />
Craved and ruled.<br />
Where to land?<br />
It grips me and nuzzles,<br />
That journey was subtle,<br />
Those lessons never got soaked,<br />
Stumped i am, The end,<br />
The deadlines ,<br />
Routines…<br />
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The Designs to defend..<br />
To break but not to bend…<br />
To prove the might and mettle of my soul<br />
Striving for sleep<br />
Yet the slumber deprives me of its lullaby…<br />
I run here and there<br />
To ask myself…<br />
Stopping by the mirror ..i looked that face<br />
Is is really me is the question i put forth…<br />
The mirror lies to me<br />
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Delight of waking you up,</div>
Playing with your eye lashes,<br />
My stage craft and dramas..<br />
Adamance to make you smile at the first light...!!!<br />
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Hitting my ears whole day,<br />
The lyrical experiences you have to tell,<br />
Dancing upon your exuberance,<br />
Just hope u have some of your animation to sell<br />
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Thrashing each other when we do fight,<br />
And then again in some time ,<br />
We get it right.<br />
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Lot of ache when I'm away,<br />
Gripping my eyes,It was your hustle;<br />
Driving me to a score of silence,Your impression..<br />
Even with the Stiff of moments,<br />
I would never want you to sway...<br />
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Notching every corner of success,<br />
I'll be there to hold your hand,<br />
To see u have a ball;<br />
I just feel you're coming of age,<br />
Never made me feel.<br />
You are so small<br />
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