tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29766620080552333602024-03-20T15:15:53.044+05:30s a t t v i k isakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-20827742425231203312014-08-15T15:41:00.000+05:302014-08-18T15:21:39.365+05:30"Lets Pretend to be Happy and Independent " <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's been 68 years and we should be proud of it. 'Should be', but are we? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now when the whole nation says we are advancing, Modi-fied with our new man in charge who beautifully talks about toilets in his long Independence Day speech, I sit there on my table wondering is it me losing it or does India actually need to start growing from something as little as a toilet (pun Strongly intended). Any-which way, loved how he spoke about these things, never heard any big-man talking about "Toilets" with us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the question here is of Independence, after being Modi-fied myself, I left the TV and started pondering, Is it my freedom to piss properly that matters or do women need more than that?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe when an employer puts a hand on some female's thigh, she will need a "toilet" to shove the shock and terror up hers' and come out pretending Nothing' happened. Maybe when a freak will grab female assets in public humiliating the womanhood out of her, she will need a "toilet" to cry and wish she could remain a little girl with no bums and boobs. And maybe even the strongest of women need a "toilet" before they have to speak up front of sixty men ogling, because she has this fear she might not return home in one piece. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So definitely, a toilet is the need of the hour! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I feel helpless that being a woman I have to be content with the little luxuries being, huge home, heavy financing, foreign trips, and of course the gold and the diamond bits. Only there is no better choice of contentment for a woman, I completely agree but what if they want more. What if I want big luxuries like walking on the road, fearless? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyday I hear or read articles, and chat with my girlfriends about how hard all of us have to try to bridge the gap between men and us. It gets tiring because even if you work hard professionally and if your boss is only paying you to look at your cleavage then nothing becomes worth the hard work. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I mean, do these men ever jolt their graymatter and have the slightest idea of what a woman will feel like. She might even start thinking if she's giving out whorish energies to the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then I ask everybody the same question, Are women Independent? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A no with hatred and disgust is what I have been hearing all these years. I wish I could call it a Happy Independence Day, but I genuinely feel Independence should not be something written in papers sixty eight years ago and hulahooping' the same thing for the rest of the civilization till date. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Times have changed but not the mind sets. I may be wrong with all these thoughts knowing that India being an extremely complexed country where there are ten different kinds of public, from those sleeping under the Metro bridge, to those spending weekends on top of Burj Khalifa, to those finding their middle identities in between. They need to be taken care off differently. But this is about Women, who are handled, rather mishandled by most of men this country has. So this can not be a Happy day, at least for me. And I am sure every women at one point or the other feels the same.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You can not feel the freedom when you look all modern but are intimidated by those beastly eyes when you go out for a walk. This is not called Independence.</span><span style="font-size: large;">Women are losing respect with every passing year and there is nothing to celebrate about this. I pray for the day where every female in this country could pootle all chin-up, smirking at all these type of men with their groin covered up. And Good Lord, will they understand what it feels like to treat your body parts as your shame.</span></div>
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sakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-77556112383222027932014-03-06T16:45:00.000+05:302014-06-29T12:51:02.916+05:30"You are magic, I am magic, This world is Magic"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are times in our lives where we feel collapsed under the burden of problems around us. </span><span style="font-size: large;">We say, "The world wasn't made for me, I better be dealing with my baggage and be up and running soon". But is it necessary, always, to think like that. Think like you have to die fighting, for Job, for money, for education, for good people, for peace. It can be really simpler than simple, We say</span><span style="font-size: large;">" The world WAS made for me, Yes I better stop thinking that there is any baggage and run to live my beautiful life because it's all magic happening every minute."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Magic when tears roll down and suddenley you get a call from a friend to make you roll down from bed laughing. Magic when you sit on the park bench trying to finish a problem and a toddler comes up ,and you deviate only to find the answer to your problem. Magic when you get grumpy over that expensive coffee cup on the aircraft, and then you see the most beautiful marshalling of clouds and your coffee becomes worth it. Magic when you meet a person for seconds years ago and after years now, you're seconds away to marry him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This life is Magic. You are too. Hence, I too am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You could be in an instant surrounded by things, only if you need them. "Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you will find it; knock and it will be opened to you. {7:7 Holy Bible}". Just believe your life is always guided by a good force, guided on bigger things excluding shelter, clothes , dollars and morons. Ofcourse, this life is a fight. But we've changed the reason for this fight. The reason has always been something else. We fought for a Life, not just a lifestyle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week, try living it simpler, loving simple things such as giving yourself a break from work and dancing to your favourite tune or continuing with your work with as simple a protocol as taking up One thing for a day and accomplishing it at the end. Take up small and simple, give it your best and you'll be happiest when it's done. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arguments, adrenaline, disagreements, disappointments and PMS will always make you want to throw a grenade at this world but just breathe In', all of that, because after it, will be your big Magic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"After one royally screwed day, comes Three heavenly days". Live this formula and one day you'll be all grey-haired thinking how many happy days you have spent. And this life will be Magic, You are too. Hence, I too am. </span></div>
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sakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-58966313852615816652014-01-22T17:47:00.000+05:302014-01-22T21:44:04.126+05:30Till I meet You again…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"All human plans are subject to revision , or fate or whatever one preferred to call the powers behind this universe" - Arthur C Clarke (Odyssey two)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unpredictability it is, ruling over our plans of making money, making babies, making a marriage. We all know what this Unpredictability means.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What remains then? Something that will keep the strings connected , even after we leave this world. Love-The only true thing that joins us to our loved ones now and after they leave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That 365th morning of 2013 , and that last breakfast with my daddy was Love. The last little soft whisper of my name and that last bite of cake was Love. His last fear and that last drop of tear was Love. Love of not wanting to separate himself from us. Love that is truer than any other sense of love this world establishes. Love of a father for his kids and family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And the last one year was a tough fight. But made daddy Close to what i think God is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What happens when someone dies? There are a thousand books on it but only one experience that makes you feel you're closer to the ones who have no physical body. This is how I believe in God. He can never be visible for me but he is always there. That is the truest form of love I encounter ; not seeing the physical body but trusting a form more than I trust myself. And now I see my father just the same way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyday I hear people are dying of something or the other, and their families are crying for that one thing and making it everything they ever had to do. It is natural and normal. But what's abnormal is when you don't feel anything has happened after you lose someone close. What's abnormal is when you see your father losing his breath and sinking in his own fluids and you don't cry. When you sit in an ambulance with his expired body and you don't feel anything. Because you know that the body does not have him in it. That body I travelled back with that evening was not my father driving me to usual places but me taking his cover back home. That was not my father and this thinking is not normal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is life , unpredictable , abnormal in all its forms. You never know when you get fired, or deliver your baby premature , earn a million dollars or just a few kisses from your mother. You never know anything. And today I stand and salute 'Thy Unpredictability' and fall in love with that 'someday' again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Until then Live my days with 'his' dreams in my head and strength in my arms. Someday where my surety will gift me the pleasure of meeting him whenever shall I be starting my journey to the other world. Until then , I hope for those wonderful nights where i'll meet him in my dreams like I do and wake up every morning with a smile of his presence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Big things cut short, you lose people in your life. Father , mother , siblings and friends , and it actually doesn't stop you from living. It makes you understand , that up there is a different story. Up there' is no pain. And here we are all living in unpredictability. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Losing a Father is losing your sense of walking without fear. My father too , was my shield. But something changed when he was gone. I now always find him watching and taking care of me and I never felt more secure . It's a settlement he made with me before leaving else I never would have let him go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">P.S. Fifty things that we can control every morning , and then a hundred which are beyond our control. This tragedy is our bittersweet life. And beyond that we can know Nothing and hence, become everything in our lifetime. Your purpose should be counting happy times. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In these times of drought for respect and a downpour of rapes, we have started acting like defeatists , who are angry and miserable at the same time. Angry enough to desex the accused and miserable enough to just behold these baby crawling sexual laws and do nothing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the question is , are girls supposed to be Hulks' in protecting their honeypots from some sick rascals? Should they carry cricket bats and knives instead of clutches? Are we scared of this pink prettiness now, Just because it has become a notion that the more you flaunt your womanhood and attributes connected to it, the more you are jeopardising your body. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why changing your comforts when you are ogled at ,by perverts. The power lies in your brain, the way it reacts to the ogling. If you are a kind who will smash balls' and make eyes black and blue , feel free. If you are kind who will give devilish smirks and use the word of mouth ability to publicly demean the rascal , feel free. But freedom is what you should be carrying with you all the time. This feeling of 'feel free' should be your strength in taking actions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You will not be saved by a He-man or even a boyfriend as these deviants are mental enough to behead him before they proceed further. YOU ARE YOUR OWN SAVIOUR. Know where you are, get information about every unknown place if you're leaving alone on a project or work or recce always keep some loved ones in the loop with wherever the road is leading you. Learn to judge a little bit when talking to strangers. Learn the difference between Day light and Owl light and how you chose your conveyance during these hours. Office and Bar are two different places , likewise taking help or helping yourself are two different actions. </span></div>
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sakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-92074850495787527112011-07-26T22:34:00.000+05:302013-12-25T21:28:59.677+05:30Living on a Cemetery of Dreams......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life is an unfaltering race; of thoughts, successes, failures, broken bonds, unbroken bonds, good deeds, bad deeds and this indeed is an unceasing race. We don't want to see ourselves 'not wining' and we keep running , unconsciously hoping to be winged and elevate us. But how many of us actually stop for a while and probe the mere reason of our being in the race? I am sure many of us did, do or want to, some get an answer some don't. Even i did not get a "Soul-call" so i thought i should be getting back to running but could not. The answer of my being in the race is still a question mark but i did found myself running on the Cemetery of my own Dreams. Because when i stopped i saw a dozen catacombs of the little dreams i someday dreamt............</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dreams that were not meant to make my night exciting but dreams that took my sleep away for days....they lay dead,....and unfulfilled . And that made me cease my own race because i have to bring those unfulfilled dreams back to life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"THERE CAN BE NO FAILURE UNTIL I SURRENDER TO FAIL"...just when i thought i am beyond broken to dream again, 'some force' has made me fall in love with the word 'failure'. And i acknowledge these graves were not meant to be dug.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We shed countless tears, refrain ourselves from dreaming again but a day comes when we realize the mere ground beneath us is a cemetery of dreams-millions of them!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So now i know, where my feet are, and before i wing myself' , i endeavor to become my own god and extricate these dreams from the dead.......'my own God' as i am still too stubborn to give a name to that 'force'!! :)</span></div>
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sakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-90113158324658403362011-04-12T20:26:00.000+05:302013-12-25T21:34:17.751+05:30LINE of CONTROL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I look back and find my childhood a mere 'hoot' for the public. They pried my mother </span><span style="font-size: large;">and assured her that t'was a fight for "OUR" land- Kashmir. Its been 10 years </span><span style="font-size: large;">and the assurance still lingers. But i don't see our belonging to our land.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">May be the "Line of Control" has surpassed all humanity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Infinite liters of blood have submerged within this land and still i hear voices say </span><span style="font-size: large;">t'was a ' libation' for their religion and the blood has gone for the gods. </span><span style="font-size: large;">May be the ' Line of Control' accepts this kind of so called 'legal' tavern which sells </span><span style="font-size: large;">blood among the people and make em' high in devastation and fear. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I am made flesh-Blood n Bone but have no body to call my own, no land to live and </span><span style="font-size: large;">for </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">'them' may be i don't even exist. </span><span style="font-size: large;">A big-wig died in a blast yesterday and i see a hateful reverberation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">May be the " Line of Control" decides that a thousand more dead bodies will </span><span style="font-size: large;">equal this man's dying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am innocent and all i want is to see a place where more adults like me can </span><span style="font-size: large;">go out, recce the beauty that ' could have' sustained in this paradise. But </span><span style="font-size: large;">the paradise is history now turned into a battlefield and we are loitering as </span><span style="font-size: large;">a bunch of zombies seen by no one, heard by no one, yet assured that the </span><span style="font-size: large;">fight is for OUR land- Kashmir. </span><span style="font-size: large;">For me and some more thousand innocents it is a life threatening question; </span><span style="font-size: large;">THE chaos has prolonged more than a decade. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Now i have gone numb towards the man who lay dead either in a uniform </span><span style="font-size: large;">or a pathani kurta' </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">All i want to ask is: Has every one forgotten about the brotherhood </span><span style="font-size: large;">that once existed on this land, the people who belonged and were born here?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">May be this time the " Line of Control" has notified the fight-for only the </span><span style="font-size: large;">land and not for the people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So i say, Go ahead and keep the war lifted up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">WE ALL WANTED TO LIVE A LIFE RULED BY NO LINE OF</span></div>
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sakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-16453487861108022822010-09-11T10:57:00.002+05:302013-12-25T21:35:19.709+05:30Can i sing ??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>"Spring has past , Summer has gone , and Spring is here . And the song that i meant to sing remains unsung "</i><br />
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I see the openness encompassing the sky</div>
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the freshness building within leaving me no boundaries</div>
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my urge to let loose the hidden child knocks frequently</div>
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'I hear the tune but i just look'</div>
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I see momma' mixing all the aromatic spices in the kitchen<br />
for me to forget the bitter picture and grow with the sweetness of her hands <br />
i walk towards her, to say thank you<br />
'I hear the tune but i just look'<br />
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I see the man who envisaged my little eyes when he held me the first time,</div>
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as the eyes that shall see the good.</div>
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the man who stood up being my aegis, loving every year of me,</div>
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the years got bigger and wilder , but his love remained alike</div>
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he stands there talking with someone , i look at the hands, </div>
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and still looked bigger than mine. i move ahead to hold em' once again</div>
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'I hear the tune but i just look'</div>
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I see a girl who waited for me to come out of the womb.</div>
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Amazing the feeling was for her back then,</div>
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and the amazement never can die 'she says </div>
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i still am unable to realize why she always quit first in a fight</div>
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i see her dealing with her own grown up life, i get up to kiss her</div>
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'I hear the tune but i just look'</div>
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I see a boy who found me when i needed love </div>
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he saw me in all my moods' and never complained </div>
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i see him now playing football ,the happiness on his face</div>
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the words plead for a leeway, i start walking closer</div>
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'I hear the tune but i just look'</div>
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I see my folks getting way ahead in their lives ,</div>
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i call them to say they still are geniuses vexing every part of me,</div>
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we never stop rolling down, laughing on our own selves </div>
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the phone gets disconnected but never my desire to tell them </div>
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how much i miss them', my fingers start to redial...</div>
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'I hear the tune but i just look'</div>
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I see every fourth human being living in a deep melancholy </div>
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i hear their notes , feel their pain and their urge for a change.</div>
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my hands are ready to cling onto theirs , yet they tremble</div>
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i feel the lack of trust .... i demand a change in my perceptions</div>
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'I hear the tune but i just look'</div>
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The song of my life i always can hear</div>
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the tunes aren't creating a symphony</div>
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not because they're unclear but</div>
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because i let them drown in fear.</div>
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<i>MOST of us live our lives with our greatest song remaining unsung.</i></div>
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sakshi chowdhryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642030961747810614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976662008055233360.post-10876687710671841832010-09-10T22:35:00.000+05:302015-07-27T15:57:51.697+05:30"to thine own self be true"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black;"></span>The incompleteness doesn't always get counted with a physical proximity </span><span style="font-size: large;">because I have been living without you since the time I met you. </span><span style="font-size: large;">The incompleteness is when I restrict my heart from being with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The eyes which are mine will have a perception of their own </span><span style="font-size: large;">because you are not there to show them the light. The eyes which are yours shall release everything obscure around me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The love that remains may become my surviving factor </span><span style="font-size: large;">knowing the purity I had lost long time ago. T</span><span style="font-size: large;">he love you can give forever shall make me alive again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The heart can not skip a beat as I may live for others too, they </span><span style="font-size: large;">shall provide me with the basics' but </span><span style="font-size: large;">the heart shall remain forsaken not hearing from you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The motivating factors are thousands and I shall get accustomed </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I shall work to be my self again but not without hearing the voice that was making me rise up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The time once rendered the goodness in me you were happy. T</span><span style="font-size: large;">he goodness shall come back again but </span><span style="font-size: large;">your presence shall make it an easier triumph.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The needs can be fulfilled by the ones who are still there, </span><span style="font-size: large;">needs are never ending but </span><span style="font-size: large;">without you any sort of need is baseless and unwilling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">With you I see myself .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">A JOURNEY OR AN EXPLORATION OF LIFE</span></u><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I recently got an opportunity to have a self trip to Ahemdabad where I had to manage everything on my own. There was a sudden feeling which arose inside me, that we can acknowledge our individual belonging in this world only when we are left out to explore, every horizon which interests us. There’s an all new place, new people and new culture. It was one trip where i deepened my thoughts for every little thing I saw and derived something positive out of it. A trip where more than my legs, my brain was walking, into the areas where everything was fresh and untouched. Gujarat, I heard, is a land where people live for people. Social bonding and pleasures really means life for them. And I surely can not put a dubiety on it. They are smiling inside out. I remember I had lost my way back to the National Institute of Design (NID) guest house where I was living and hesitated to ask anybody as they might take the opportunity for a wrong deed. But trust me, if you can't trust a person you can definitely get a sense of support by the way they approach your problems. And a faithful look in their eyes and the tone of their speech helps you remember and respect the place forever. It was the first time I felt that 'Atithi Deva Bhava' does really hold an importance.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Mostly people hesitate or get irritated while traveling as it gets tiring and sometimes boring but it’s a heaven for my mind and my thoughts. The faster the train would run, the quicker and healthier my thoughts would get. It wasn't just an excitement but a feeling of stepping onto a ground where you can see thousands of footsteps and another one which you are going to engrave. The thoughts just got more poetic as I unraveled</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"> new visions that were changing outside my window as if they are inside it and I am looking into a television. Living there and experiencing a new place was a total bliss not that I got the opportunity to be alone but I figured out that a journey is not just ' You on Wheels ' but something more meaningful. It’s an experience which gives you the time with yourself, to see the things with a mind which has left all the ' modern problems' of the world and is now ready to explore a new vision of life.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">SIMPLE IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT!!</span></u><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"> </span></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Relationship”, one gaze at this word and we are surrounded with thoughts. Some go on a reverse journey of their love affair, some say "oh! very difficult”, some think of their mothers, some of the ones who have left this world , some of their pets and some just read the next word. But isn't it magical that this world holds together all of mankind. By communicating with the people around, known or unknown, we discover an inexplicable bond between us. The bond which stays forever.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">But in the present era, is this really as simple as it looks or do we believe that just by saying the word ' simple’, relationships actually become simple. No. If we come to think about it, the complexity of relationships is the only factor which keeps them growing. Because if they'd been all simple and just we would have never endeavored giving them our heart and soul. For instance, if you see the same person every morning at the bus stop while going to work and all you do is 'smile' for a bright morning and move on, that is not what a relationship is because that has no extension to it , its a routine thing the way you brush your teeth. But someday your bus got late and you got a chance to have a conversation, knowing his deeds, grabbing whatever useful knowledge he has, understanding his perception , and you even think about it when you are not with the person....that is what a relationship is.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Therefore, simple is not a word for relationships. As no relationship is 'simple'. It’s either good, not good, fun, sensual, lustful, heavenly, spiritual and so on. But to all of them 'complex' is always there. And complex does not mean that it is hard for you to carry yourself with it but signifies the continuous need for your inputs. So whenever a relationship gets more complex, always start to give in more of yourself because the bond is growing wider and bigger. And it is certainly not a burden. Its just God’s way of making you aware of the capabilities of handling one of his divine creations-Humans</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">.</span></span></div>
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</style> <![endif]--> <span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">DONT JUST BE A DIARY</span></u><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"............my conversation was with him was bad", "its not love, its need”,"I don’t feel good about my job anymore".......Our mind never rests. Something or the other keeps jiggling inside. Some of us know exactly how to talk about it either bluntly or politely, but some after a long mull over session, finally take a pen and jot it down as if it’s the next chapter in psychology exam or a profitable quotation. Because for them writing and then letting it go is the most feasible option.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Intimacy blurs Perception”. You keep gathering several thoughts, put them in your diary and in the end you are done with the feeling, happy or sad. Your perception has been given a full stop. Who came to know what you really feel? " I can not help it", " let it go" " just deal with what’s coming next" and keep writing your ' confused mind' on a piece of paper or to put it correctly - make a useless piece of paper the only gainer of your benefited eloquence , which in reality people might admire if they would know. But let no one know and keep writing till the day when the lock of this secret diary will get covered with rust, not even letting you know the things, the feelings you wrote. You've forgotten why you wrote, how you felt. Keen to know what’s next in scene? You die. End of your thoughts, which nobody came to know.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: large;">P.S. even I write a diary, to remember what each moment is giving to me. The feelings, happiness, sorrow, laughter but at the same time I find it equally necessary to dialogue it to real people.</span><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"></span></div>
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