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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My feet were trembling can't believe I did such a big blunder. I used to spent my night hours preparing and in the morning rehearsing . My mirror proved to be my best friend in that situation. I tried my level best to visualize every single step that I would have taken. I knew I'll not be able to do it but peer pressure sometimes make you do wonders. I thought like that and motivated myself with each phrase that came in my mind. Atlast the day came when I have to put my best but my mind drifted off some where in past. I looked at the crowd which assembled around the stage. Most of the faces looked familiar and teachers started shouting instructions to the monitors. Most of the girls were busy gossiping about daily soap serials or new clothes they bought and boys were busy chit chatting about cricket match of yesterday. It felt like nobody was paying attention to the speech instead we (participants) are wasting our time presenting our ideas on political issues. And only one thing could grasp there attention when some body either fumbled or forgot there, part of speech and gave a gap of few seconds or minutes in between. I sat there on my chair waiting for my turn to come, still some part of me wanted to run away and hide some where. For a fifth grader it was a big thing to stand on stage. But continuous good grades and certificates of my elder brother inspired me to think beyond my imagination level and step out of my web. I knew I was knitted in there years ago when I failed to win the poem recitation competition but that regression couldn't stop me today. Sitting there I rehearsed it last time so that I will not fumble there. My turn was next, I shifted my gaze from the paper to the crowd than sighed and then motivated my nervousness to vanish away some where for an hour or so. While still panicked I glanced at the immortal mike standing still and waiting for each competitor to shout at him. So, atlast my name was announced. I passed my paper to my fellow competitor and stood up adjusting my tie. That four steps to reach the mike felt like four tiring miles. I started off like a train which strides slowly in the starting and then went off in the uniform speed. I did stop I guess twice but in all it went good. In the end swiftly I said thank you and left the hollow mike staring at me like he was really convinced today. I could hear students clapping and some of my friends shouting my name. I didn't get any prize for that competition but I got a participation certificate. It really didn't matter that day that I was unable to win any prize as my stage phobia, my phobia of facing the crowd, my phobia of mike, my phobia of all those things went away. It was really great because all those years I sat in the crowd and just clapped for the other students participating, never knew </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Its been years now, I have participated in many debate, poem and speech competitions. By chance even won many but that first speech still refreshes in my memory sometimes. I guess I'll not be as good as my elder brother but still for me participation matters alot :) </span><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-14652938471393857532017-07-21T00:37:00.001-07:002017-09-06T11:47:26.388-07:00Stopped Caring anymore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yes, I used to love flowers,</div>
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-61668428095788853142017-05-07T20:33:00.001-07:002017-05-07T20:33:45.341-07:00Fear <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pushing yourself away from the cold wind sometimes you shield under the harsh leaves, they are cozy and warm. Makes you feel complete again. You just hold your breath to avoid the smell of danger that will come along.<br />
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Sipping coffee and trying to finish my last chapter, I looked around thinking she must have dozed off. But I guess she is more alert and ready to fight the world with me.<br />
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In kitchen, I sneaked in around 1'o clock at night. Thinking there must be some left over that I can eat, instead there is fresh food with the slip on the lid "If you are hungry, just heat it in oven".</div>
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My drawing is not that great, I hope she likes the card I drew for her. "That is most valuable gift I ever got" were her words.</div>
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"Will you be able to manage..... alone?", she said when I was leaving to join college. I did manage really well, but no one is here to hear my endless stories.<br />
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Cooking is the last thing I ever admire, but the way and the passion she cooks. Makes me think without learning cooking, I may end her legacy.<br />
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What I want to be?, is the question I always dodged but what ever answer I came up with she will just smile and say, "I know, you will become that one day for sure."<br />
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She doesn't get judgmental even when I do blunders. Just she will sit and talk about the way we can handle the consequences.<br />
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Her presence makes everything positive and simple. Every exam and obstacle I have been through she was there looking out for me.<br />
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Sometimes I wonder is it just her or some super power god gave her. Or may be someday she will show me the wand that she carries that makes everything alright.<br />
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Living alone in a new city makes me independent women but living without her makes me get into that shell sometimes again.<br />
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The things I just think about she will do it. And that satisfactory smile and hug is the aid to every worry.<br />
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She is the reason I am in this world and she will go to any extent to make my existence perfect.<br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-30384941821687783102016-04-07T00:26:00.001-07:002016-08-15T22:09:39.894-07:00In a hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I want to run away from my problems<br />
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In a hope, next day will be best ever</div>
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In a hope, dad will be proud of me one day<br />
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In a hope, I will get inch longer than my sister</div>
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In a hope, I will fit my year old lovely dress which you bought me on my b'dae</div>
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In a hope, I will save every rupee of dad's salary</div>
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In a hope, I will help my mom in kitchen<br />
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I want to run away from problems<br />
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I talk to you over phone for hours</div>
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In a hope, I will share little part of your stress</div>
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I share everything with her</div>
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In a hope, I will get the favor back from my sister</div>
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I pass on the tv remote to him</div>
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In a hope, my brother won't irritate me when I'm studying<br />
I study late nights<br />
In a hope, I'll solve every problem in exams<br />
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I want to run away from problems<br />
In a hope, may be they will stop coming after me<br />
I walk fast,<br />
In a hope, I'll walk with your pace<br />
I sleep with lights on<br />
In a hope, No monster will hide under my bed<br />
I trust super heroes<br />
In a hope, I believe in positivity whole my life<br />
I watch news <br />
In a hope, dad will talk about what is bugging him for so long<br />
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I wish I could run away from problems<br />
In a hope, they will vanish away somewhere someday<br />
I hold your hand tight<br />
In a hope, You won't walk away <br />
I smile <br />
In a hope, I'll cover my uneasiness<br />
I know my piece of writing is incomplete<br />
In a hope, I'll start facing my problems again instead of writing it.<br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-14695525786302670592016-03-27T12:01:00.000-07:002016-08-15T22:10:06.469-07:00END OF WORLD - Chapter II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Is somebody still alive?<br />
Should I go to the next room and check it?<br />
What if that is not a person and some wild animal?<br />
What if the owner of the house is still alive and doesn't want me here?<br />
What if there is a psycho in the next room and he attacks me?<br />
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Lot of questions rushed to my head, there was no other person to supervise me in anything. I talked to myself whenever any advice was required. I still miss those days when my sister used to cuddle with me whenever I was scared of imaginary ghosts in my cupboard or under my bed. Or whenever it used to rain at night and a storm was there. Whenever somebody used to bully me in class or when some girl used to boss around in the group. She was my super hero as whenever I needed help she used to be there. She taught me how to tie laces, even helped me get through girl issues. Image of her just standing next to me projected in my head. It helped me get through hard times and fights against every difficulty. Firming my grip on the ladle, I took two steps toward the next room. I started planning my moves when I entered the next room.<br />
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What if some burglar was there?<br />
What if some ghost was there?<br />
What if a spirit was there, just waiting to kill me?<br />
What if some vampire was there, waiting to suck my blood?<br />
What if some alien came down on earth and started living here?<br />
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But right then I'd have been happy to meet even vampire as it had been more than a year since I had seen any living thing except few animals or birds. After thinking all that I got little relaxed and tiptoed towards the room. When I peeped in I couldn't hold my laughter back, instead of a ghost, vampire, zombie or alien, that noise was because of the window. There was a little bit of cold breeze outside, so I started talking to myself again. This time not in my head. "It would have been awesome if somebody was actually here. Then we could have searched together for people", banging on the window taking a deep breath. "Bad luck again. I guess I should move on with the things that may help me".<br />
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I gave last look to the window and then started looking for something which may help me. I usually carried a bag along with me which I got from one of the house few months back. I checked the cupboards in all the rooms and collected some useful things which may help me. By luck I found few seed packets of vegetables. May be the people who used to live here must had been fond of gardening or collecting seeds. There was a small mirror in one of the drawers in the room just next to the storage room.<br />
When I looked at the mirror I got little disheartened as I have lost so much weight and I resembled more like a beggar who hadn't ate for days. I looked out of window just to check the direction of sun which helped me guess the time. I packed my bag and wore my boots.<br />
This house looked safe but I couldn't stay at a place for long. I have to keep searching as I thought one day I'll find somebody who must be struggling like me to survive. It got really hard for me now as I started feeling like I'll get mad if I won't find somebody. Near the coast I had already found one house where I usually go back after walking for days then rest for next two-three days, then start travelling in some other direction again. Whenever I found some house I normally mark it with charcoal so that I don't travel in same direction again.<br />
Before I leave the place I wrote on the wall:<br />
" If somebody found this place then there is one girl still alive,<br />
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I found few novels in this house that would help to kill my time, few cells, little cooking oil, one small mirror, two over-sized shirts, one stinky ball, few packets of seeds and few more things. I pondered whether I should move further in this direction or go back and see if somebody came to my rescue and was waiting for me. I guess like all other families after red alert, even they moved out of this city -- may be in search of some safe place. There was a possibility they survived the tragedy or even got their names written in the history.<br />
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Also read: <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2016/03/end-of-world-chapter-i.html" target="_blank">End of the World: chapter I </a><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">This will help you get through the whole thing why all of this is happening :)</span><br />
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Also Read: <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2015/01/you-made-me-strong.html" target="_blank">You made me strong</a><br />
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I am playing with the ball which I found while climbing stairs. It was there I don't know for how long. It is stinky and completely smudged with dust. There are few portraits lying on the floor. Everything is covered with dust, there is one globe on the table but google map would have helped to locate where I am, better than this. I was so used to google, whatsapp, facebook never even bothered to study geography. For everything I used to rely on google even to sew a button I usually checked a video on youtube. Generally, I used to cross check what ever my teacher used to say on internet as I believed it more than even my friends. I have little scars on my face and little sun tan. My mother would scold me if I wouldn't take care of myself.<br />
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I looked out of window, just to check what is the time now. I found this withered out neglected place while walking and searching for food. Though grass is overgrown and weeds are creeping over the house I found it pretty safe and warm. There was a sign board just outside the house with 'BROOTS' written on it. The house is pretty big bit gloomy and spooky though but before the end of mankind may be some family was living here. I am bit shocked though how it's still holding it's root on the soil as most of the places are completely destroyed and some along with the land drowned out in the ocean. I still don't know how I survived that tragedy and ended up in this country. I tried calling my family, friends, relatives but there is no electricity, no phone calls can be done, no food and it's been more than a year. I stopped keeping track of time long back. I tried so many options of help, even sat near the sea for so long expecting may be some ship will pass by or some body will come for my rescue.<br />
But I guess no one is alive to help me and get me back to my home. Or that can be a possibility people are still out there but forgot about this country. I still miss those days when every comfort was there, we used to get everything in exchange of money but this global warming thing no one took it seriously. People normally used to say I have big problems in life, I have to raise my family government should take care of such stuff. But I guess it was the biggest problem, bigger than our exams, our relationship issues, our family problems in short, bigger than everything. As a kid I read definition of this in our books but never thought it will be worst than even nuclear bomb.<br />
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I still remember all those things that were happening before end of the world or what ever that was. Everybody started moving out of the city after red alert was generated to some where safe but I guess there was no use of that as they specified in news every place is in danger. For 10 days or more than that there was no electricity in the house even water stopped coming. I stopped going to school and our whole family used to sit together in my dad's room keeping radio on the table expecting some news will come either bad or good that will decide fate of man kind. Then One day I got out of house I was so frustrated and bored with all this, It was getting on my nerves. Half of the things didn't make sense as I thought if we can make such big missiles, ships, machines, cities than why can't we fight against this. My dad said it was something related to nature which can't be determined or fought against by humans, it is cycle of nature to give and take.<br />
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Just sitting there near the window I can see sun playing hide and seek with clouds. It looks beautiful, nature is the only thing that is left behind. I still carry my cell phone along with me, in hope may be electricity will come some day and I'll charge my phone and call my family. May be they are still searching for me. I am feeling hungry again it's been two days I last ate. I searched in the house for some thing that is edible I found two cans of ready to cook food so I checked the date. It was expired last year but I opened it and started eating . It was completely rotted but I had no other choice. I heard some voice from the next room. I thought may be some one still lives here.....<br />
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Also Read : <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2016/03/end-of-world-chapter-ii.html" target="_blank">End of World - Chapter II </a><br />
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Read Post by Vanish Girl :<a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2014/03/you-are-just-burden-for-me.html" target="_blank"> You are just a burden for ME</a><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-49269639258910005732015-01-10T15:13:00.003-08:002015-01-10T15:50:44.116-08:00You made me STRONG<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was flipping over my old notes of Bachelors and came across these lines, which I wrote (I don't know when), but got hold over my old memories. When I used to write but because of some reason got out of practice :D. Though I changed few words here and there .......... hope you enjoy reading this.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I thought, I stood alone by your side</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">just hoping you will hold my hand </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and let me be girl of your dreams. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but may be I was wrong all along</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you never cared for me </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as the way I thought you would</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was my mistake </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to let you enter my empire of desires</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hope you will hop out of my story asap. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I regret the fact</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that you became hero of my stories</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and saved me from demons.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">when you already</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">got your first love</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on your side.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know its hard </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to get away from you</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but time will heal everything.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I will get over the fact</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that we are no longer together</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and your space will fill up sooner.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Though I know you think</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm not strong </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to stand alone in this big world.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But all the way long</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you made me strong.</span></b><br />
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P.S. - His first love is his work not any other girl :) :)<br />
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ALSO READ: <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2014/03/you-are-just-burden-for-me.html" target="_blank">YOU ARE JUST BURDEN FOR ME</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Inhaling the air, trying to breathe in every delectable aroma with it. Every day, passing through that same lane arose an eagerness to know, "</span><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><i>What was it</i></span><span style="color: #e06666;">?"; </span><span style="color: #f4cccc;">that scent so sweet and pleasant</span><span style="color: #e06666;">. I cannot explain the longing, the essence, the harmony, the strength, and the insensate that made me suck in, more of it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"> The outer walls were bigger in size so neither I could trespass nor I could peak in a little.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Then, on a bright, sunny day, I decided that I would ring the bell and ask the owner-"</span><i><span style="color: #f4cccc;">Where that fragrance came from</span></i><span style="color: #e06666;">?” So there I was, watching that beautiful garden with roses, tulips and many more flowers singing in there. It looked the perfect garden. So, I asked the uncle to sit in there if they don't mind. The silent trees became my fiends of life. I sat in there for half an hour, breathing in every fragrance of buds that were lazily hanging there on trees, flowers who were pleasantly smiling, birds who were ready to sing next melody for me and trees ready to sleep again before I could speak.I started coming there each day. Sometimes I brought a book or a novel along with me. </span><span style="color: #f4cccc;">With each passing day my longing for that fragrance was touching the heights</span><span style="color: #e06666;">. My bond with that Garden was getting stronger and deeper. </span></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my first alphabet</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">ALSO READ : <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2013/11/she-is-there.html" target="_blank">How my mum was always there for me?</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">As, I am still in college, So I know how it feels like reading novels in front of your friends. They'll start taunting you or passing comments like I'm a "</span><i><span style="color: #ffd966;">book worm</span></i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">", "</span><i><span style="color: #ffd966;">nerd</span></i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">", "</span><i><span style="color: #ffd966;">geek</span></i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">" etc etc. And sometimes even comments like "</span><span style="color: #ffd966;"><i>Itna padhkar top krna hai kya</i>?</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"> ", "</span><i><span style="color: #ffd966;">Itna pdhegi toh kisi din khud teacher bn jayegi</span></i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">" :P. </span></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-0fgDBeA9yhUeZ_1qBehTIa7b3lSZClBGO9ADXcSNgkiHt0mNh4Z_wmmMUouizVRT1h76kc4nezg04q2aENOqL3ZJXT4prWz9UVi4b2Ovra_Ik2Tss_eZlXL8m-zasjS3VhEQzOrpORO/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-0fgDBeA9yhUeZ_1qBehTIa7b3lSZClBGO9ADXcSNgkiHt0mNh4Z_wmmMUouizVRT1h76kc4nezg04q2aENOqL3ZJXT4prWz9UVi4b2Ovra_Ik2Tss_eZlXL8m-zasjS3VhEQzOrpORO/s1600/images.jpg" height="239" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">I know this trend of reading books is gradually decreasing but how can we ignore our text books. I know most of the people don't like reading it but after all they are still the part of books :D. As, I have explained earlier in my poem from our first letter to last sentence its all books taught us. But now even 9th or 10th graders are exposed to net more than books. As they find it really relevant to learn things from because you can get on one click thousands of e-books and many writers across the globe </span><span style="color: #bf9000;">. <b>It's all about knowledge I guess either it’s in books or on web, does it matter??? I don't think so</b></span><span style="color: #f1c232;">.</span></span><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I'm not criticizing other people who still read books but I seriously want to encourage such people too who want to grasp knowledge than where ever it is. I still remember that day when my dad bought me my first story book when I was in 2nd standard. I finished it in month because I was too small to read it quickly and understand the value of book in that age. I used to keep that book tucked under my pillow while sleeping or hide it somewhere in my almirah. The trend of hiding continued till my 12th class as nobody permits me to read novels. So, I used to hide it among my other text books so that nobody finds it out. So, overall it does depend on our likings too. Many people love listening music, many love to play, some love collecting old coins but few people like me still love reading stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"> </span><b><span style="color: #bf9000;"> It's not about books it is about the knowledge they carry. And trend of reading changed but still they will stay with us forever after; in form of our text books, novels or in form of e-books </span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Googly woogly woosh!!!!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's your first b'dae in our place</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I never knew</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As your shiny surface</span></b></span><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">reflected your lavish interiors</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">your lights emphasized</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on our hearts more than on road</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">your eye catchy features</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">brought a smile on every look</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">your safety record</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">forced us to trust you</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">your sound system </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">added dance aroma</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">your great mileage</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">added miles to our journey</span></b><br />
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<b style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You are, our immortal partner</b></div>
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>who will always be there </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>whether its night or day</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>you gonna accompany us</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>to every great occasion</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>you gonna make us proud</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>so that we flaunt you around</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>its you that matters</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>not your maintenance cost</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With each passing day</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there was some connection</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">building up</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">like we started crediting you</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> as our family member</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Each trip with you</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">brought a long list of photos</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and memories</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">each long drive</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">was a different experience</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">whether it was you</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">who made a difference </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">or it was comforts </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">which you provided</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: large;"> ALSO READ</span><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"> : <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2013/12/my-activa-my-ride.html" target="_blank">MY ACTIVA, MY RIDE</a></span><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-92047386362734926442014-03-04T07:39:00.002-08:002014-06-25T22:55:32.806-07:00"YOU are just a burden for ME"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Accident took my legs</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">then too you loved me</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">but yesterday when you said,</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">" you are just a burden for me"</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">My soul turned upside down</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I tried to run away from your allegations</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">but that horrified image of YOU</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">kept me captivated.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I never thought</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">sweet spoken words</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">will turn into thorns</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">heart melting eyes</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">will turn into despise</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Every minute turned into a year</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">every second turned into a day</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">memories turned into fear</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">kisses turned into dismay</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">We swore together</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">in front of our family</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">"we will be together</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">for next seven lives"</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">never knew our marriage</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">will not even last for seven years.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">your promises were fake</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">which used to make me alive</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">your smiles were fake</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">which supported me for long time</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">every step with you</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">was a mistake</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">every moment with you</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">was a living blunder</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">why I never took it</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">that way</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">either I loved the hell</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">or was loving the way</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">which lead me there</span><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-36848151183101106972014-02-28T06:37:00.002-08:002014-02-28T06:43:54.007-08:00Unsaid<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">This Poem written below is for my feelings which I can't express and they dealt some where with in ME. </span><br />
<span style="color: #93c47d;">JUST A SMALL ATTEMPT</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>Every feeling</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>has a meaning</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>no matter</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>how hard it is to take in</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>still you can't stay away</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>words, letters, alphabets</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>everything seems useless</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>because you won't be</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>be able to express it</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">a king might be powerful</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>but he feels lonely</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>in the crowd of hundreds</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>unable to share</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>his moments of happiness</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">a mother might be strong</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>but she feels helpless</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>when her baby is crying</i></span><br />
<i><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">a soldier might be brave</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>but he feels disappointed</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>when he departs</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>from his beloved</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Even I'm lonely</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>while writing</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>but can't share it</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>because I'm out of words</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>when your eyes stares</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><i>and my breath goes away</i></span><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-44693672431596188192013-12-31T10:15:00.002-08:002014-07-08T03:04:58.421-07:00I said yes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I was not comfortable sitting beside him in my room , I shifted little aside. He was wearing formals with black shoes, It felt like he started preparing for this day weeks ago. Instead of concentrating on his looks I shifted my gaze on my SECRET diary, on which I wrote every point which should be possessed by my Mr. Right.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Five minutes passed by neither of us started the conversation, I never reacted in this way with any stranger. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">to break the silence I said, "Would you like some more tea?". He nodded </span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"ummm...... So ...", He asked, " was it your dream to become a doctor?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Yeah...... I was too small when I weaved my dreams to become a doctor", I said that looking at the wall clock which indicated 45 past 2.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"So you ever visited any hill station?", he asked sipping tea.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"No... ", I responded to his question with a smile. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Don't be nervous.......... if we'll not talk then how we can take a decision whether we can marry each other or not", his words were really convincing. I gave a big appreciation smile.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">His clean shaved face gave a sign of cleanliness and added confidence to his personality</span></b><span style="color: #e06666;">. He asked me many questions and even I took a step ahead in conversation. His smile just added a tint of charm and his positive aura can make any human being alive. I asked him every single doubt I had in my mind for marriage. Even not for single second I took my eyes off his face. After approx 15 minutes I heard a knock on my room door so for the last time I smiled .</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">Now its been 15 years of our marriage and that someone became my Mr. Right. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">Earlier I used to think how can any girl decide just in one hour or few minutes that whether you can marry that guy or not but then that phrase comes in my mind....... "First impression is the last impression".If my Mr. Right would have been </span><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">stumbled and with a unkempt look</span></b><span style="color: #ea9999;"> may be I would have said big NO :P :D</span><br />
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This post is a part of <a href="http://pass.blogadda.com/" target="_blank">protest against unclean stubble activity</a> in association with<a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" target="_blank"> blogadda</a><br />
This is my first post for <a href="http://p.a.u.s/">P.A.U.S</a><br />
I was tagged by<a href="http://anitaexplorer.blogspot.in/2013/12/pausitive-mrright.html" target="_blank"> Anita </a>in her post <a href="http://anitaexplorer.blogspot.in/2013/12/pausitive-mrright.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></div>
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-79164111616308711362013-12-26T21:35:00.001-08:002013-12-31T20:34:27.281-08:00Sleep<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnnXTV4zJg8r6TzZahtu03FljCFHzJR35N2aIRcUYL68SMAElyuysGAaIyzINb3xI32MoPYL2tnRMTTH9x3kJcEpjTWxpojBndFYutII6tgKQHGQgy3kwduj4blF5fTa7s8hzsziARw1F/s1600/download+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnnXTV4zJg8r6TzZahtu03FljCFHzJR35N2aIRcUYL68SMAElyuysGAaIyzINb3xI32MoPYL2tnRMTTH9x3kJcEpjTWxpojBndFYutII6tgKQHGQgy3kwduj4blF5fTa7s8hzsziARw1F/s1600/download+(3).jpg" height="219" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #e06666;">What is there</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">behind the wall of sleep</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">that take away my fears</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">fear of alone and despised</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">fear of being hurt by unknown eyes</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">a fraction of second</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">drift me in that world</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">unknown to me</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I'm alone there</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">trying to catch</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">what I don't have here</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I run but don't get tired</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I fly but don't have wings</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I'm loved by everyone</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I'm my own-self</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">in my dream world</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">sometimes I'm huge</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">other second tiny</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">I meet snow white</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">and her dwarf friends</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I shake hands with billionaires</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I hear poems of Shakespeare</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">everything seems real</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">though just present in my dreams</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">why I love that fake world</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">which disappear every time</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">but it goes away</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">with a promise</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">that it'll cherish my memories</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">when ever I'll come</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">behind the wall of sleep</span><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-42712656720792910642013-12-23T10:28:00.001-08:002013-12-30T07:45:03.173-08:00Great get together with BFF<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mitalli drove to our adda (the place where we used to hang out in vacation).</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mitalli</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> couldn’t resist so said, “Do you remember the day we bunked our science lecture and came here to have tea…”. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Minty</span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> : And accidentally that duster fell on Shikha’s head :D</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mitalli</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> : still remember her red face shouting on us……. bla bla…… couldn’t remember even a single word..... after that I was laughing out loud.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mitalli</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> : Shut up you idiot…….. </span></div>
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-7201551413921701402013-12-22T10:07:00.002-08:002013-12-22T20:56:41.983-08:00#Haiku 1 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #e06666;">My first attempt in Haiku :) so would love to hear what title comes in your mind after reading this</span><br />
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-23121004719169207932013-12-21T07:47:00.001-08:002013-12-23T11:01:21.254-08:00Can I manage in morning?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Di, Will you tell me where you have kept my tie", I asked my elder sister in a hurry while getting ready for college.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"God!!! where I kept it......... I think I should check my bag", I couldn't waste even a minute more, or else that watch man of our college will not let me in.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Di ...... Have you seen my tie? ", I shouted to make sure she hear it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Just next to your computer", My di replied from down stairs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Have you seen my socks?", I was too annoyed now because I hate when I can't find my things where I kept it the day before [ Actually where I threw the day before :) ]</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I checked every place in my room (down the bed, under the table, in cupboard, every where)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"di... will you tell me or I should go bare feet to my college", I asked again as I knew she is the only one who can misplace my things from there thrown places.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Take the new pair from the cupboard", I heard my sister's voice again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"At last I'm ready", I smiled to my reflection in mirror.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I checked my bag if everything was in it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Di.... I kept my badge in bag have you taken it", I was bet sure no one else can answer to my queries except my sister</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It was never there you kept it on dining table ........... can't you remember your things", Her voice sounded like she got irritated </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Now where I have kept my <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2013/12/my-activa-my-ride.html" target="_blank">Activa</a> keys....", I was scratching my head thinking may be <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2013/12/my-activa-my-ride.html" target="_blank">activa</a> keys will reply in response that I'm here...hehehe</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But instead my Sister came in common hall shouting, "I have my exam tomorrow and for an hour you have been shouting like hell ....... So will you stop it "</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I didn't disturb you", I said making a innocent face</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What?? After all this shouting ...", I couldn't believe she was seriously angry on me :) :P</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Okay... I will not disturb you now", I smiled so that she doesn't end up giving me lecture for an hour</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I was left alone to find my <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2013/12/my-activa-my-ride.html" target="_blank">Activa</a> keys :( </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After 2 minutes of endless searching I disturbed my sister again</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Di please will you tell me where you have kept my <a href="http://vanishgirl.blogspot.in/2013/12/my-activa-my-ride.html" target="_blank">Activa </a>keys", I asked for the last time</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cell phone vibrated I thought may be my friend Aanchal messaged me but instead got a message from my sister, "<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Do not disturb</span></i></b>"</span></div>
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-17701333241541789952013-12-20T08:17:00.001-08:002013-12-23T11:01:38.426-08:00His superman again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #e06666;">Some day may be</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">My son will stand beside me</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">The way he used to be</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">May be he will hold my hand</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">and walk in the same pace</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">he will ignore my chit chat</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">and will consider me the super man</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">My looks will no longer matter to him</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">and I'll see my reflection in him</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">He will hug me hard </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">and wait till I push him back </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">with the cozy smile</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Abbu" </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">My daughter interrupted me in between while I was busy in writing my unsaid emotions on lifeless paper. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Abbu, Shall I make some tea for you", She asked</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"No, I'm going on a walk with Ali sahib. Will return with in an hour" I left the home still deep in thoughts</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I returned after an hour, my daughter opened the door.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"> "Abbu, I have to go to tuition.......will be back soon", She left but my thoughts still surrounded me</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I turned pages of my diary to write again but few lines caught my attention</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Abbu,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">he is changing</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">you have to change too</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">then he will be there </span></div>
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Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-86793791032827676722013-12-20T01:26:00.002-08:002013-12-23T11:02:15.208-08:00My ACTIVA, My RIDE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You made it all easy</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To hang out with friends</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or run away from street lovers</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To tease the dumb heads</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or enjoy my day at fullest</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To kick away the boredom</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or kiss the new heights</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to feel the fresh air</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or sneak out at night</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To compete the cool bikers</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or triplee with my friends</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To judge the new spirits</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or unlock my rights</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To skip the boring lectures</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or make new memories</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You really made it all easy</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Picking apart memories, </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I look for something beautiful.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Painting the skies behind my eyes </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">with paper-thin realities. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I could curl up into a ball of regression. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I could lay still in time with my blinders on, </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">living a fantasy. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">But is that really me?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I want to see it.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> I want to feel awake again.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> I'm watching my life unfold from the safety of my mind;</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> Hidden deep within my skull.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> I don't experience,</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> I simply witness,</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> and I observe with a fragile outlook.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I watch these people around me.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> They walk the streets clouded by their own perceptions, </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">missing the obvious.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> Right in front of our ignorant faces lies a beauty so intricate yet subtle. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Laced in the very air we breath. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">We justify the confusion with languages and labels,</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> but what would this place be if I couldn't put a name on everything?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">We're born into influence. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Our souls are sculpted before we even have the nerve to notice.</span></div>
Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-30083988583634028332013-11-16T19:45:00.001-08:002013-11-16T20:03:00.903-08:00Art Of BUNKING!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">To be true I'm bit of a lazy person, So avoid writing post on any other day. Sitting on my bed with hot chocolate milk and scratching my head to start with my post for next week......... then a strange but teenage most loved topic struck my head that is "BUNKING"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Actually today in my last lecture I heard some gossip that some students from first year were suspended for a week as they were caught red handed while sitting in canteen. So every student can't be lucky with bunks but yeah you can be good in it, if you keep few things clear in your mind.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">This is the first point which should be clear in your mind when you bunk the class. So plan in advance where you'll hang around. If you plan to skip more than one class, go for a movie but if the idea is to miss just one or two classes, you can spend time at neighbouring colleges, nearby markets or even explore the famous 'lovers' point' or 'sutta lane' that your college history boasts of. :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">K2's advice : I would advice that if you are skipping more then one class then don't ever hang around in college :) as this will reduce chances of getting caught</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><b>Choose your bunking buddies carefully</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">You definitely don't want to spend that bonus time with someone who likes to spend every spare second discussing his/her failed love affairs and makes you count the number of small pieces their poor heart was broken into. So always bunk with those friends you have fun with. Hanging out with an always-timid friend might just work against the whole point of the bunk.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">K2's advice : Avoid to bunk with so many friends if you are bunking just one lecture if you are bunking your college then mass bunk will be more fun</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjN0DNe54TAStb1o28DNt9Ho1rpk0jegzPFe8XexLrVNkGez4nTGu1CBJlMZTtMDSxdcYbACJEz1J6NLjBEJrl5TzLO3qsVpGqEnmfUt3LY7MB4kb48VEVD-a5dBFTYyrv6Cx2pDJYDBqu/s1600/images+(76).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjN0DNe54TAStb1o28DNt9Ho1rpk0jegzPFe8XexLrVNkGez4nTGu1CBJlMZTtMDSxdcYbACJEz1J6NLjBEJrl5TzLO3qsVpGqEnmfUt3LY7MB4kb48VEVD-a5dBFTYyrv6Cx2pDJYDBqu/s1600/images+(76).jpg" height="123" width="200" /></a><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">If you are in a situation wherein you attend an interesting lecture and it is followed by a boring one, you need to leave from the first one as soon as the lecturer walks out. If you don't do so, chances are that you might end up bumping into the next professor whom you may not be very fond of. The khadoos teacher might hate your guts for leaving the room while he/she is present and that could even mean low internal marks. Even if you happen to run into him/her later in the day, you can always make a puppy face and say you overslept.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">You do not want to bunk too many classes, not at the risk of repeating the year at least. It is important to pick the classes you can bunk so that you have buffer attendance. Skip the classes of teachers you just can't stand. Also bunking supplementary classes involves relatively low risk. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">k2's advice : Or either try proxy attendance :) :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Hope next time you don't get caught :) :)</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">have a safe bunking :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;">And If you still have any query about bunking :) you can write your query in comments below and I'll answer it</span></div>
Vanish Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531247211595997298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497956560532743060.post-83963886341251188882013-11-10T08:59:00.002-08:002013-11-12T19:25:55.227-08:00My first liebster award<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Hey sorry <a href="http://abitofthisandtat.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">+Preethi </a>couldn't show off my award as I was busy with my regular college assignments and projects :( :(</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">The day when <a href="http://abitofthisandtat.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Preethi</a> shared her liebster award with me I was literally too happy that I read her post many times :P :) So <a href="http://abitofthisandtat.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Preethi</a> thanks for sharing your award with me ....... I don't know whether I was eligible or not but it really felt amazing :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; line-height: 18px;"><b>Before I share my award...... some Important information about liebster award</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Liebster Award is given to up coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It's appreciation from fellow bloggers and your chance to introduce yourself to other awesome bloggers</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>If you receive either of these awards, you are expected to:</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>1. Post 11 facts about yourself</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>3. Tag 11 more Bloggers (with no more than 200 followers; no tagging back) and make 11 questions for them</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>But then, the choice is yours... :)</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Eleven facts about ME!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">1. I'm native of Chandigarh, So love to visit my city when ever possible ( wo alag baat hai haven't been to Chandigarh for so long now)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">2. My hobbies include : Playing basket ball, carom , lawn tennis, lil bit painting , sketching, reading (I love doing many things :P)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">3. Love to eat :) but I'm a bad cook :(</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">4. My Friends always complain that I'm talkative :P :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">5. I love to watch movies and hang out with my college buddies</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">6. One of the funny things about me .... I can sleep for whole day :)</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"> ( so some ppl evn cl me kumbhkaran)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">7. I have been to many states of India ( Assam, Manipur, Mizoram, Jammu & kashmir, Punjab, Haryana, Himachal, Maharashtra, Goa, Karnataka, Bihar and many more )</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">8. When I get nervous or angry on some one, I don't talk to any body </span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">9. I really hate it, when people call me cute or sweet ( it feels like they are fake kinda people)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">10. I love to mimic my teachers (hehehe.......... :P)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">11. the topic which I don't like to discuss with any one is "ME!!"</span><br />
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<u><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> QUESTIONS ASKED BY PREETHI :</span></u><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">1. Why blog?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">As It is the best way to write and share</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">2. How has blogging changed your life?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">From the day I started blogging I came to know my sense of writing :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">3. Name One person who has truly inspired you, and has hence led you to change something about yourself. </span><span style="color: #e06666;">my sister Ekbeer really inspired me and changed my way of thinking towards life</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">4. If there is something you would like to change about yourself, what would that be?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">My attitude towards people</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">5. What is your most priced possession in your room?</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">My bed :D</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">6. Do you think blogging can help anything in any way?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Yeah, blogging can help in every field possible</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">7. What is the one festival in India you love to celebrate and do you think we still celebrate them in the same spirit as we used to decades back?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I love to celebrate Baisakhi (my fav. festival) because that is the only festival when my big brother is at home to celebrate it with us . And No, we don't celebrate the festival with the same spirits as we used to decades ago </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">8. If there is one thing you could do for your country(let's say there are no restraints and what you could do is magical), what would it be?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I would balance the ratio of Men to women </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">9. 3 words that would describe you.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">extrovert, anxious, joyful</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">10.Which is the best vacation you have had...and with whom?</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">My winter vacation of 9th standard still unforgettable . When I visited Mumbai and Goa with my family</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">11.What do you think the future has in store for you?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I don't predict future........ I love to live the present hoping God has kept best for me in future</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">And I would like to represent this award to </span><br />
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<a href="http://planetscribble.blogspot.in/">http://planetscribble.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://prasannaprao.blogspot.in/">http://prasannaprao.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://panktimehta.blogspot.in/">http://panktimehta.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://jaynthbusi.blogspot.in/">http://jaynthbusi.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://akratichaturvedi.blogspot.in/">http://akratichaturvedi.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://www.bubbblesort.blogspot.in/">http://www.bubbblesort.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://prachi-myspace.blogspot.in/">http://prachi-myspace.blogspot.in</a><br />
<a href="http://solitaryreaperwrites.blogspot.in/">http://solitaryreaperwrites.blogspot.in</a><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">And questions that I would like to ask from the bloggers are:</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Why Blog?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">One Craziest thing you did at school?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">scariest dream which haunt you every day?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">If you get one wish that will be fulfilled by god, then what you will ask for?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">your favourite food?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">your expectation from indian government?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Most important person in your life?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">three things,.... you can't live without?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">your favourite blog?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">do you believe in ghosts and spirits? :D</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">do you think blogging can change anything?</span></li>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I was born</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">cradling in her arms</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I don't know her</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I walk</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">she is there to hold me</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">my first step</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">make her smile</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I saw a tear</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">ran on her cheeks</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">still she smiles</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I learn</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">she learns with me</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">my first exam</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I'm afraid</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">still she smiles</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">I work</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I come tired</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">she works harder</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">to take my burden away</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">still she smiles</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">I grow</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I need support</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">she holds me again</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">she is my mother</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">there smiling and caring</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e06666;">but her smile</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">fades in my memory</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">no one to hold me</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">that unknown stranger</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">left me alone</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">between known strangers</span><br />
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