tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49774833173149854542024-02-19T13:12:04.439+05:30new horizonIts beats, it pumps, it lives, it listens, it feels, it weeps, it speaks,it screams.... it does whatever i feel... Just trying out here what my heart conveys.swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-64966469932749465672015-01-21T00:39:00.004+05:302015-01-21T00:45:23.524+05:30Now suddenly this rain....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There would be days, when it would pour without warnings. Halfway home, the sky goes from gray to almost black and a loud thunder accompanies the first few raindrops that fall. Standing under a patio thoughts and ideas pour through my awareness.</div>
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I wonder how happy feeling always leaves so fast, how the good times spent becomes everlasting memories, and then you try to find happiness in the minutest of things around, be it a sweet little conversation or greetings over phone, a long thread of comments on FB at midnight recreating your old age life, or be it a night well spent watching movie together and then the unexpected aftermath, the departure.After all it's all like rain, something you can't avoid.</div>
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I decided to stand under the patio and be soaked in these memories and wait for the rain to stop, as i knew no matter how hard it seemed, it couldn't rain forever. At some point, I knew, it would come to an end.</div>
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swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-47124718179479149692013-09-28T19:19:00.001+05:302013-09-28T19:19:49.317+05:30Bengaluru - My New Destination<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are cities that offer mountains and forests, good looks, mall roads, sea beaches, pieces of concrete that leads nowhere, but this, is different. No matter how puzzled it seems at first sight, this city is not random. One-way roads to Mains and Cross - buses, lakes, to distant walks. Its madness is quixotic, its beauty is stern.</div>
swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-32443540612410145782013-06-29T17:21:00.001+05:302013-06-29T17:21:14.719+05:30A Touch of Wind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She saw the wind playing with the trash, dancing upon the trees like a flame casting its magical spell. The wind drifted and stirred her hair, she felt it was a wind from another world trying to start a voiceless talk. She winked and the wind was gone to some unknown place, only to make her learn that the spaces it visited had their own things to say. </div>
swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-42723811771148095702010-01-06T23:27:00.010+05:302010-01-07T16:50:27.866+05:30Wana take care of you!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg624hycFod-r0_acNlhPIu2zNijPQaikwr13vLyvNLaePaSiHXLqMPkRqerIFc4x3Zxgz6X2YjBgG5jJx9Q0JUSo_mA0TM0Sj6leLU8c9_zNjNOgFUT2p3nsVzmdHA66he43LaCgSaFXfN/s1600-h/mssyou-101.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423693234992069138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg624hycFod-r0_acNlhPIu2zNijPQaikwr13vLyvNLaePaSiHXLqMPkRqerIFc4x3Zxgz6X2YjBgG5jJx9Q0JUSo_mA0TM0Sj6leLU8c9_zNjNOgFUT2p3nsVzmdHA66he43LaCgSaFXfN/s320/mssyou-101.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong>(Mark was on his way to home for his wedding anniversary,Kate wrote this as a gift after speaking to him the same morning)</strong></div><br /><div>Mark, </div><div><br />I may not love you,but i wana take care of you,<br />You are big enough to make it in your world on your own..</div><div>The man within you may think ti's wrong..</div><div>I'll show you the care of a woman that knows no bounds,</div><div>To hold u close without holding you near</div><div>It's not a sign of weakness so let me be strong,</div><div>I wanna take care of you.</div><br /><div>I'll carry the weight of your world on my shoulder,</div><div>In the prime of our years till time ticks us older..</div><div>I want to b the reason for your smile, </div><div>I want to hold u in between my arms of life,as..</div><div>I wanna take care of you.<br /></div><div>I'll be your rope when that mountain's too steep, </div><div>Be your hope when the water's too deep..</div><div>I'll share my blanket when trouble winds turn colder.</div><div>I wanna take care of you </div><div><br />I'll be your canopy,in the scorching sunlight,</div><div>Will be your smile,when things don't turn right..</div><div>I'll swathe you with words,everytime u fall short of it,</div><div>I will always take care of u.</div><br /><strong>(Kate heard the news of Mark's death(car crash),and this is what she wrote)<br /></strong><br />It's not love it's so much more,<br />For once in my life I don't know what I am living for..<br />You may not be here but each bit has your presence,<br />Without you this world doesn't even make sense .<br /><br />When the good Lord took you why didn't he took me too,<br />So that i could always be there with you..<br />You are far away ,but one thing I know is<br />I still wana take care of you<br /><br />No matter how hard death tries,<br />It cant take away our memories..<br />Coz in the end my care is stronger than death,<br />I cudn't stop your death from happenning,<br />So how can your death stop me from caring.<br /><br />You cudn't live your life to the fullest,<br />But I'll make sure I live each moment twice to make up for you..<br />Life and death may have drawn us apart,<br />But I promise my care will always be there for you.<br /><br />From your loving wife<br />Kate<br /><br /><em>*this post is a complete piece of fiction,has nothing to do with someone living or dead*</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Wish you all a crackling New year!! :)</em>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-20772444862820260322009-10-05T23:23:00.000+05:302009-10-07T11:17:25.804+05:30Let them grow!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc97W2pqGG8Rp5yAJUjBocSXOa7FATC67RKowi0AxEmU1mPPCfzrr2liOjD2hyY8UzzyZVYoikYBLH2Tb4-Dprkp_7d82CeGlKYhOF4qNExH96NeuIAnOwoeXB-wmmi94xKkMMBqnxsfBr/s1600-h/Volunteering+to+help+children+learn+at+Teach+India+sessions.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc97W2pqGG8Rp5yAJUjBocSXOa7FATC67RKowi0AxEmU1mPPCfzrr2liOjD2hyY8UzzyZVYoikYBLH2Tb4-Dprkp_7d82CeGlKYhOF4qNExH96NeuIAnOwoeXB-wmmi94xKkMMBqnxsfBr/s320/Volunteering+to+help+children+learn+at+Teach+India+sessions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181727639944082" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; ">From vacuous expressions,to lit up eyes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From earthy wishes to sky-high fives</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From silent classes to chaotic bunch</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From dearthy lunch to unpleasant crunch</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From a noisy slum to a tranquil show</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>I have seen them grow</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From child labour,to mute screams,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From scars unhealed,to strangled dreams</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From tiny feet and burdened physique </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>I hope to see them grow</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From childlike desires to aspirations gone by</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From smoke in a dhaba to castles in the sky</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From moments spent in vain and tears collected</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>I think they have grown</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From despaired eyes to half held hands</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From unsheltered roofs to ragged pants</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From caliber hung to song unsung</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>I see them grow</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>From a to zee to nursery rhymes</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From witty proposals to charming chimes</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From talents loaned to skills finally honed</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>I see they have grown</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From a lame student to being a mentor</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From a gloomy silence to cheerful fervor</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From blocked mind to outstreched arms</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>I have seen me grow</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From a star lost in a night</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From a bird frozen in mid-flight</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From the horizon sailing out of sight</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>From a torch searching for some light</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>There is a lot in them to grow,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So please help them grow.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The theme of this post is not mine but the thoughts and words are completely mine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And this post is dedicated to the underprivileged children i teach for an NGO.</span></div><div><br /></div>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-52109788319023143672009-09-11T19:13:00.000+05:302009-09-12T00:08:35.201+05:30An Ethereal Spirit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI1gHqjPKRzXJEQF22Th3ugOBrNLtWGNgC7CiwTtZeyR9IkDCY8hxgNgIDKio7ijznYDS-mxtv_KDUV-4f015hqsUel-A5aLVEcx-mjYcJJomkkrTRup6m_S8O0n2rsd86f1VgSyHXDqC/s1600-h/bld030101+(2).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI1gHqjPKRzXJEQF22Th3ugOBrNLtWGNgC7CiwTtZeyR9IkDCY8hxgNgIDKio7ijznYDS-mxtv_KDUV-4f015hqsUel-A5aLVEcx-mjYcJJomkkrTRup6m_S8O0n2rsd86f1VgSyHXDqC/s320/bld030101+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380271582960426594" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One night I heard a knock at my door</div><span lang="EN-IN"><div style="text-align: center;">Who could it be I wasn’t so sure.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I opened the door and was filled with glee</div><div style="text-align: center;">The visitors ahead were no strangers to me.</div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">I welcomed the guests with a fake smile</div><span lang="EN-IN"><div style="text-align: center;">For I knew- might not I get any respite.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An air of suspicion crammed the space</div><div style="text-align: center;">My home was now a mysterious place.</div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Have you any clue who these visitors were?</div><span lang="EN-IN"><div style="text-align: center;">My long lost desires- all who refused to blur</div><div style="text-align: center;">Travelled they long- from dawn to dusk</div><div style="text-align: center;">At last were here to brush off my mind laden with dust</div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Some desires filled me with great zest</div><span lang="EN-IN"><div style="text-align: center;">For I knew they may soon manifest.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some were buried deep in my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Since I nipped them in bud with a feeble dart.</div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">For some desires I had, my heart still repents</div><span lang="EN-IN"><div style="text-align: center;">Why I had them ever, I forever lament.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some had grown in layers manifold</div><div style="text-align: center;">They cry in silence while I suffer and behold.</div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Died the few- their painful death</div><span lang="EN-IN"><div style="text-align: center;">Left were only the memories and wreckage.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some bygone desires resurfaced and floated in the heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">I smiled morbidly as I knew they soon will depart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ready To Depart When they were,night turned into ethreal hours</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wrapped them in celstial coffin,on top of that sprinkled some flowers</div><div style="text-align: center;">Again they promised to visit my heart,when i refused to make them my integral part</div><div style="text-align: center;">In vain they pleaded on their knees,but it was time for them to rest in graveyard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">p.s. i am highly thankful to preety(tweenu) for designing this beautiful template for my blog,though it is still under construction,but i know she will modify n make it exactly as i want it to be :) Love ya tweeny :)</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 7.0pt"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 7.0pt"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 7.0pt"><br /></p>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-72040667762567009652009-08-21T18:06:00.000+05:302009-09-01T14:00:16.517+05:30Words-eternally yours<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9ztovlnu2eyoAGVOQUwskJJl-JgFblLczI1wdYZdS34UNuEmR0pijquuNXtxQ4ZNlDU-DlyGdB9NDZ-cVvjPTMPyBkN_oy4SjXAPV8__7gjJH1du4X_q-NeWYY6y9suefUP3Yesw9fSZ/s1600-h/Words_by_ZeldaGreen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9ztovlnu2eyoAGVOQUwskJJl-JgFblLczI1wdYZdS34UNuEmR0pijquuNXtxQ4ZNlDU-DlyGdB9NDZ-cVvjPTMPyBkN_oy4SjXAPV8__7gjJH1du4X_q-NeWYY6y9suefUP3Yesw9fSZ/s320/Words_by_ZeldaGreen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372659156712532994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I thought for the whole day,to see what all can i write..</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A lil smthng tat would say just what was on my mind.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">However there was not a single thought..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">That captured my psyche..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">For no one else would understand wat i'd like to write.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My hands itched to scribble ;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And then i felt what world would be without words..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Few dots dashes n few unfinished pictures.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I closed my eyes n what i see is beauty n rain..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And if there are no words thn hw will u express pain.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">For a single word can paint thousand pictures..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When manipulated n shuffled these words tend to nurture.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When spoken in darkness they spread their own light..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Forms a canopy when thrown in searing sunshine.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Words here words there,words unspoken words unsaid..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Words of lose words of win,words of wisdom words of sin.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Without words will u be able to curse?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Without words how will u flirt.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Words stretch their arms when u want to cry..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">They transforms into a melodious song to make you fly high.</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Loving words,hating words..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Embracing words,deserting words.</span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In my mind words tremble..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Coz while words are mighty useful thy are also vry beautfl.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">As i rest my pen on the paper whch was blank few minutes ago..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">And look at the hands whch had an urge to type..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I see some alphabetic carvings in form of words..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Fulfilling my desire to write.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div></span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-74964525473809600002009-07-20T11:38:00.000+05:302009-07-20T12:19:24.724+05:30An aura of silver night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-ilVjccU_xkq6eAw__5m8uAAkiL68CFetPFFlKGOsO8wBRlNovQ8UYu2KlvwKBZNPQR2uv3DWjpHgoWE-PrQxObzH6UWdNA4ciDGBr2NtS-EomNqhQy5RXhEEAaSPi5drEGDIX5X9264/s1600-h/d08b74b942e924695c768b7fcbf038bb+(2).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-ilVjccU_xkq6eAw__5m8uAAkiL68CFetPFFlKGOsO8wBRlNovQ8UYu2KlvwKBZNPQR2uv3DWjpHgoWE-PrQxObzH6UWdNA4ciDGBr2NtS-EomNqhQy5RXhEEAaSPi5drEGDIX5X9264/s320/d08b74b942e924695c768b7fcbf038bb+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360422602803355730" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Cuddling my arms around my knees</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> I sat on the beach of an unanamed sea</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Resting my chin on the joints..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Canvassing the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> night</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Moonlight was shining bright,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Spreading a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silvery</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> light reflecting in the water,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> The hush n rush of the swiftly flowing </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> liquid</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Transmuting ordianry water into mercuric metallic flow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Watching waves wash up the beach and washing out again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Taking away the sand beneath my feet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> In the sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Moonlight romancing wid billions of stars</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Spreading the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> luminance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> Two brightly shining </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> star</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Spreading thr </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> smile</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Seemed to perform an angelic dance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Showering happiness n blessings</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">The clouds were broken wid </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> rays</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Covering the moon now n then</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">When clouds parted</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">The beauty of the night sky was made to appear</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">There was subdued heavy silence</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Some dark feelings overshadowed me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Sudden gush of being drenched in dark </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> flow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">To wipe of the fear,tears,and the past grudges</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">To rejuvenate self,n be a new born</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">And then thr was beautfl </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> rain pouring frm sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Gazing my past,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">he droplets falling on the fallen petals n leaves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">That </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> rain marked a new beginning</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">And filled life wid acoustic </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> paint</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">I still sat drenched wid cuddled arms </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">atching the new horizon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Witnessing the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">silver</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> lining of clouds </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">ransforming into a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">golden</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> ray.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">It has been a year since i have been into blogging and my pace has been really slow bt i love it this way,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">so here's a Big heartfelt thankyou on my 25th(silver) post to all my frenz who have been really supportive throughout n to all those too who came here read the post but didnt comment THANK YOU ALL..</span></div><div>:) :)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia;color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2JAPnJ22oeQfkHgUTCt0NyT7uXZwhGKx7jqBJ-o1RwXj4UdSgNj71t4Y_TDqgh1mn-oxn7rw7qFd_ueHD4Jjiz2N9xIywbGQO1Es4QAFwBzwl3tW3jYRkop9Y9C6OcB63eEv7m3Xjhkq/s1600-h/Thank_You.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2JAPnJ22oeQfkHgUTCt0NyT7uXZwhGKx7jqBJ-o1RwXj4UdSgNj71t4Y_TDqgh1mn-oxn7rw7qFd_ueHD4Jjiz2N9xIywbGQO1Es4QAFwBzwl3tW3jYRkop9Y9C6OcB63eEv7m3Xjhkq/s320/Thank_You.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423516287091202" /></a>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-18951699419260566712009-07-12T00:26:00.000+05:302009-07-12T02:07:16.734+05:30Wishes from my heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjouebuzO9tpDWl3dNpEHKL_KwpgS7xjYlqoB5eIsrlZ0e9TNtiBc6z829KlkNUR8hlUTSYVIS2Yl6O7Q3L-cME5im8bdqCc4IKvIHFCpjwQwf_bMPYFM7s1VC3u2E2iUHfKF7eSNxtKB/s1600-h/381184113_d175d4c1d7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjouebuzO9tpDWl3dNpEHKL_KwpgS7xjYlqoB5eIsrlZ0e9TNtiBc6z829KlkNUR8hlUTSYVIS2Yl6O7Q3L-cME5im8bdqCc4IKvIHFCpjwQwf_bMPYFM7s1VC3u2E2iUHfKF7eSNxtKB/s320/381184113_d175d4c1d7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357302455994982722" /></a><br />This post is a dedication to my frst blogger fren <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">HEMANTH</span>..he was the frst one to hop to my blog n comment..so he ought to be special..n since he is going to tie the knots very soon so here are some lines straight frm my heart for him :P<br /><br /><div>Innocence is his jack<br />He is a masters of purity<br />Brighter then sunshine<br />Soothing as moonlight<br />Full of naughtiness<br />n oozes wid enthu<br />He is a full hatta katta gabru :P<br />Has millions of wellwishers<br />N always ready to absorb others tears<br />He is a Tall Dark Handsome hunk<br />Getting hooked in less thn a month..</div><div><br />Happiness is walking in his life with slow steady steps<br />He'll be tying the nuptial knot in stary stary nights<br /><br /></div><div>Wishing u a very very very happy married life dear..<br />hope we'll be frenz frever :)<br />Am i invited??? :) :)<br />p.s. my next post will be my 25th one..so it will all be full of silver color..</div>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-24724774909633311032009-06-11T21:00:00.000+05:302009-06-12T01:28:52.538+05:30Phantom of memories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMWNZW5zdoNLP16YqSTv1AK7FEXPi5kfo4XvsW043j9KWJqcHMFfKCE5YMMpbqz2LmrNrnzUUX0iSKNhJiP4f37i1__R-eV_IKwgly-KEgzZ5hIBrFrY9Unmh2PAz2hqZeqxvk-mzw_itz/s1600-h/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories____by_smashmethod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMWNZW5zdoNLP16YqSTv1AK7FEXPi5kfo4XvsW043j9KWJqcHMFfKCE5YMMpbqz2LmrNrnzUUX0iSKNhJiP4f37i1__R-eV_IKwgly-KEgzZ5hIBrFrY9Unmh2PAz2hqZeqxvk-mzw_itz/s320/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories____by_smashmethod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346095581971227506" /></a><br /> <div> He comes to you when you don't want him<div> He whispers he touches u like a cold zephyr</div><div> He is not dark not light,he is not death not life..</div><div> He is filled with love..n fantasy..</div><div> He is full of grief..n grudges..</div><div> His romance is unlike anyother..</div><div> His kiss is everlasting ,soft n tender.</div><div> You long for him,want his presence..</div><div> You hug him,embrace him n make him sense.</div><div> You ask him to come,to be close,to make you happy..</div><div> You yell at him,thrash him when ur unhappy .</div><div> You hear his whispers,somwhr dowm ur mind..</div><div> But he sounds nothing,n his rustles disappear wid wind.</div><div> He is not a man ,nor a beast..</div><div> He is not a saint,nor a feast.</div><div> Then guess who he is? guess who??</div><div> He remains with you till eternity</div><div> n he is no one else thn your own <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PHANTOM OF MEMORIES</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div>to read the hindi version of my post in tweenies own words plz click here <a href="http://mywhitewindow.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">dhundhla aks</span></span></a>..a beautiful composition.</div></div>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com62tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-14995754430938130722009-05-23T22:43:00.000+05:302009-05-23T23:00:53.930+05:30Missing You<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"><table cellpadding="0" width="100%" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; "><tbody><tr style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"><td style="padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; "></td></tr><tr face="Tahoma" size="11px" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><td style="padding-top: 13px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">You were on my mind when i woke up this morning<br />remembering your smile<br />i guess the next time i'll see your face<br />will take a little while<br />i was remembering your arms around me<br />love the way they always feel warm<br />with you by my side <br />i completely feel no harm<br />i was remembering your voice<br />makes my heart skip a beat<br />but without you baby<br />my whole body's weak<br />i was remembering our times<br />the good and the bad<br />the funny times when you cheered me up <br />and especially the sad<br />remembering your eyes<br />how they always meet mine<br />remembering all the little things you do <br />to make my life worthwhile<br />i was wondering when we'll be together <br />just us few<br />i guess i'm missing you more than i usually do<br /></span></span></span><br />This post is dedicated to all my cousins who left back n brthr who cudnt make it for the family function..n also to few of my blogger frenz who are far away and few who r missing frm blogosphere:)</td></tr></tbody></table></span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-35352096705620942052009-05-11T00:22:00.000+05:302009-05-11T01:07:26.399+05:30An angel in disguiseIm glad to inform that the else part which was under construction has been successfully completed<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">if</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">{</span><br />those who missed out or forgot the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">if</span> part may click <a href="http://hrzn.blogspot.com/2009/02/journeey-of-boy.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">here</span></span></span></a> to catch up with it else theCondition will be incomplete<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">}</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">else</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">{</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsXpVN1PbiRfIkpLJDfgrnN68hXhCMHRUzw3sNkhAWJP2ZjERQXCM-nrp8Pm4jzUPIg09AU8Dy3eR4M8ZYHkIj5u490QxPWm-51llQ-gA_W1ypogzzgibjXWc8CEoCtT4Fu4RC4qzNKWN/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsXpVN1PbiRfIkpLJDfgrnN68hXhCMHRUzw3sNkhAWJP2ZjERQXCM-nrp8Pm4jzUPIg09AU8Dy3eR4M8ZYHkIj5u490QxPWm-51llQ-gA_W1ypogzzgibjXWc8CEoCtT4Fu4RC4qzNKWN/s320/baby1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334281028658712962" /></a><br />Blessing from god,in the form of an angelic figure..<br />Figure which makes family complete and causes ur energy to trigger.<br /><br />The chan-chan of the anklet,from those tiny feets..<br />Those lovely dresses and the spell binding speech.<br /><br />The barbie dolls and the kitchen sets.<br />Those pony tails and the care for the pets.<br /><br />Fights with sibling simply as a routine..<br />Giving a reason he/she used my<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> pantene</span>.<br /><br />Folded sleeves and skirts getting shorter..<br />Topping the class and proving self smarter.<br /><br /><br /><div>Nail colors,lipsticks and the mascaras<div>Tomboyish,boisterous and voo maara..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_OHIGHUifcd_2UZz5G99mcHE1eslBJ_MU4tBD4co0U0OMdrbtcgmtFKFMWosFEmlJnMMfjZWyi2yJg8uo9dTQU0ILeWH6fCBt2qt-1Oq31XKXeg781TeeXCIcb9pPHHMxJ_aIQ5yHQYK/s1600-h/c.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_OHIGHUifcd_2UZz5G99mcHE1eslBJ_MU4tBD4co0U0OMdrbtcgmtFKFMWosFEmlJnMMfjZWyi2yJg8uo9dTQU0ILeWH6fCBt2qt-1Oq31XKXeg781TeeXCIcb9pPHHMxJ_aIQ5yHQYK/s320/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334281230695986482" /></a><br />Shopping,bargaining and the 1rs.fight<br />Jwellery,gossips and the envy sights<br /><br />Tolerating wild stares,taunts and obscenity<br />Giving slaps,sandals and maintaining dignity<br /><br />Little concerns gives her tears..<br />N those strong shoulders,to hide ur fears.<br /><br />Those struggles,and the fight for equality..<br />Lots of patience and 1000's of qualities<br /><br />First crush,first love,first kiss..<br />The first last crush,the first last love,the first last kiss.<br /><br />Loosing the loved one,wat an irony.<br />Shedding tears its her tyranny<br /><br />Dillema to accept or reject a proposal,<br />Lots of thoughts for not hurting an individual.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkG_Wgz5UZcZNcUiLzrdMN-lr8zDSTwFD-_hx4yNV8sEn45ASSAPLBioty4ZgV1Br9xO9V8wqB4u15o3oQ9eAuwZ9SpmoMFRzxdaSuUiCJWV1jDAPXd9p6sAyErU2F6AGQQP7zXLtED4a/s1600-h/br.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkG_Wgz5UZcZNcUiLzrdMN-lr8zDSTwFD-_hx4yNV8sEn45ASSAPLBioty4ZgV1Br9xO9V8wqB4u15o3oQ9eAuwZ9SpmoMFRzxdaSuUiCJWV1jDAPXd9p6sAyErU2F6AGQQP7zXLtED4a/s320/br.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334274759818819506" /></a><br />Garlands,marriage n the stomach butterflies..<br />Strange feeling on entering new life.<br /><br />Pearl in eyes for parting with parents..<br />Maintaining firmly the delicate relations.<br /><br />Warmth of being in honey's arms..<br />Cooking delicacies to make him charm.<br /><br />The surreal beautiful moonlight night..<br />On the beach and hubbies starlight eyes.<br /><br />Waiting anxiously for betterhalfes return..<br />Giving the good news..n getting a tight hug in refund.<br /><br />Homemaker,working or super model..<br />managing each role with equal moral.<br /><br />Love,affection,care..<br />These are the synonyms of her.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">}</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOxBOx50zC1iCPHjaGFjpSZrN1aqUcePi6ds6BTBMGhgw2T3QsjA3WjtGx7hMXuquzb74IrkZUJOAzdBvX4ftcJnwTO4VI_9ZBemVi6eJaIEwxUq_BcWh2SgxwIJRVoLBw9LRx3I39MtI/s1600-h/an.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOxBOx50zC1iCPHjaGFjpSZrN1aqUcePi6ds6BTBMGhgw2T3QsjA3WjtGx7hMXuquzb74IrkZUJOAzdBvX4ftcJnwTO4VI_9ZBemVi6eJaIEwxUq_BcWh2SgxwIJRVoLBw9LRx3I39MtI/s320/an.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334279190834195794" /></a><br /><br />Wishing all you mothers a happy mother's day..n always remember that<br />"A son is a son till he gets his wife,a daughter is a daughter till the end of life."<br />*wink *wink :)</div></div></div>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-16242115429657360842009-04-17T00:16:00.000+05:302009-04-17T00:25:27.386+05:30TEARS-an autobiography<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zxftnNMnfVqFen2zPWmDEXUhCx-k8FfpAcZpvUU7aCog2OCsUfhFzk4tfb4qvL61HOKQews88cJyIQjpSK7q9uUp5HuLTYurmKF-DLfLtqeufJc86BHCN0kJvCM78s47jxlvrorhfpCT/s1600-h/tears.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zxftnNMnfVqFen2zPWmDEXUhCx-k8FfpAcZpvUU7aCog2OCsUfhFzk4tfb4qvL61HOKQews88cJyIQjpSK7q9uUp5HuLTYurmKF-DLfLtqeufJc86BHCN0kJvCM78s47jxlvrorhfpCT/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325363035618531778" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I visit u very often..<br />causing choked throats n your voice softens.<br /><br />No one was there to stop me from reaching ur beautiful eyes..<br />But wait there was more,something more than ur empty eyes.<br /><br />But just what it was i could not tell..<br />And yet, I sensed that all was not well.<br /><br />My spirit was troubled n i felt to shout..<br />Too long i have been captive,please let me out!.<br /><br />There in the darkness I struggled to see..<br />Trying to grasp what was stopping me.<br /><br />I told to myself that i am tough and strong..<br />But a voice spoke softly tat's where ur wrong.<br /><br />"You tell yourself, 'I can handle it all..<br />'No matter what happens, I must stand tall.'<br /><br />"Let go of your pride and admit that you cry..<br />Coz i am the witness so dont u ever shy.<br /><br />Just shut your eyes tightly n let me fall down..<br />I'll roll down your cheeks,n make you calm n sound.<br /><br />I know that no longer would I be the same,as u weep..<br />I'll come and go but then there will be peace.<br /><br />So dont hesitate to call me again..<br />Coz i'll find my way even if there is no rain.<br /><br />I'll come running to fill your eyes for years...<br />N people will say tat u have eyes full of TEARS.</span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-32105447524912481692009-02-16T11:48:00.000+05:302009-02-16T12:26:36.178+05:30Journey of a boy..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeNwhX3j3mRElKYXB26O7LMGrw5wPD15mOfoen3yT65VMI4WdrIkJIxrQobF3lbhDY6lUjFiemTPhQMZJYeuHc4arsXP7PtyWAdd-y6wA5L_5MVrIeFvrAYiNdjTqZY8F5R-tFZdGHm0v/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeNwhX3j3mRElKYXB26O7LMGrw5wPD15mOfoen3yT65VMI4WdrIkJIxrQobF3lbhDY6lUjFiemTPhQMZJYeuHc4arsXP7PtyWAdd-y6wA5L_5MVrIeFvrAYiNdjTqZY8F5R-tFZdGHm0v/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303282305528068226" /></a><br />if (baby==boy)<br />{<br />First glimpse of god's ultimate creation,<br />the sensation of own blood,n bowing head in admiration..<br /><br />The sweet smile..n pearly eyes,<br />those soft nails,and tightly clutched fives.. <br /><br />The finger and the sign languages,<br />mum for water and those giggles driving u to seat edges..<br /><br />Crawling in mud,n catching small insects,<br />holding a pen n scribbling,with grandpa's specs..<br /><br />Uttering the first word..n taking the first step,<br />falling down and stretching arms in distress..<br /><br />Pulling up the pants..n wiping nose with shirts cuff,<br />hitting a six and making a buzz..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrs4_OshOinsxnLdJ3yVxdBBIlusp7EpxqMqCmhVeAwQubdPo57Ip7qAoVkbF2G5I0wunVXMgu2uQUNnKfdDFKmAbk70HuQaLV3qmQpA7i0Oiv7AwGbCWfj6mxMoA7DrDdWDsdEKhE7GBy/s1600-h/395790449_353c8d776a_m.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrs4_OshOinsxnLdJ3yVxdBBIlusp7EpxqMqCmhVeAwQubdPo57Ip7qAoVkbF2G5I0wunVXMgu2uQUNnKfdDFKmAbk70HuQaLV3qmQpA7i0Oiv7AwGbCWfj6mxMoA7DrDdWDsdEKhE7GBy/s320/395790449_353c8d776a_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303282953528217346" /></a><br />School days..the happy ways,<br />the basketball court n heated debates..<br /><br />Oily hairs replaced with zataks and brylcream,<br />tying tie low n getting in mainstream..<br /><br />Guitar strings..n hang outs in ccd's,<br />those endless chats..n falunting bikes in morning breeze..<br /><br />The peculiar flirting,as if gals don't understand,<br />the gifts n chocolates and those spontaneous errands..<br /><br />The farewell,the music n the attractive sherwaani.<br />swanking the suit as if its Armaani..<br /><br />The struggles..and long walks on pavement<br />watching the dreams go real causing the upliftment..<br /><br />Selection in best college,<br />those fest,fiesta's n endless knowledge..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NNkg1gwSL0I-gOC4vrcRbmKn7AitqDjNfwgghOLYccyonck5y99fnBxuTlpMMXdGXVnp0l0OLg8xGsBt-jXCeyXNtSfljpHLZHpPLiy_vqvUluVr0QA_6_6eVtKI5Sek5yg12QcGDaoI/s1600-h/services_boy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NNkg1gwSL0I-gOC4vrcRbmKn7AitqDjNfwgghOLYccyonck5y99fnBxuTlpMMXdGXVnp0l0OLg8xGsBt-jXCeyXNtSfljpHLZHpPLiy_vqvUluVr0QA_6_6eVtKI5Sek5yg12QcGDaoI/s320/services_boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283284847835122" /></a><br />Shivers on arrival of companies for placement,<br />those tears,celebrations and in within arguments..<br /><br />The thumping of heart on first serious proposal,<br />those sleepless nights and getting emotional..<br /><br />The reddening n blushing,on proposals consent,<br />a feeling of pride on being independent..<br /><br />The work stress,the deadlines, n those random journeys,<br />the dearth of sleep,n visiting the refineries..<br /><br />Dedicating the first salary check to parents,<br />more blessings and graces from the heaven..<br /><br />The engagement,the rituals,<br />those late night calls,and the nuptials..<br /><br />Those witty acts on honeymoon,<br />wooing the better-half under full moon..<br /><br />The loans n insurance policies,<br />those provident fund and no holidays..<br /><br />Hearing the good news..from wife,<br />the 9 months seeming to be whole life..<br />}<br />else<br />{<br />this part is under construction,so you are requested to focus on the if part only.<br />}<br />Good Day!swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-49734884633236832722009-01-28T19:14:00.000+05:302009-01-28T23:10:59.485+05:30contemptuous demeanourMy last post was a terrible disaster..i fumbled..bumbled..n i mucked up with my post..but i am overwhelmed with the comments i received despite of such blunders.<br />Thank you all for your support..n i will try to improve,as there are some well wishers who always guide me n point out the mistakes i commit,so that i could rectify them in future..love u all..<br />moving on..<br />About a week ago i came across one of the various turpitude of modern society,an incident a highly disgraceful one..<br />As i was entering a food joint with a friend of mine,we discovered that a bunch of guys being dragged out by the security guards..on inquiring about the incident we found out that those guys (dressed neatly and seemed to belong from a good family) were caught taking pics of girls present there n were passing lewd comments..<br />when a couple raised an objection to it the security guards came into action..n those reprobates were kicked out.<br />Often,girls are considered to be a soft target..tender,delicate,sophisticated and sensitive are some far-famed words to describe the fairer sex..but do not misconstrue us,with such predefined words because when time demands we can even be bold,strong,audacious and assertive..<br />Just because of few such creatures the whole of the male community is doubted n looked down on by girls..it becomes harder for us to trust the same..<br />The degree of obscenity sometimes exceeds the limit,quite expected from the illiterates..but when attempted by guys hailing from a literate background..it seems unbelievable!<br />God has created two species in human kind..so they both have liberty to access n lead their life their way,but the fairer sex can not do so because time n again they are targeted by such indecent acts..<br />I have come across few girls who lock themselves up in their abode,because they are afraid of such incidents..n they are preoccupied with notions that the same would happen to them,yes it can happen to them or to any1..but shutting yourself is not the option..this may lead such creatures to sit on your head n will motivate them to go ahead n continue there obscenity..if u really want to teach them a lesson then move out of your shadow n show them that you r not weak..u have the courage to face them n give them the desired answer as and when required..<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Courage is not the absence of fear. It is going forward with the face of fear."</span><br />Washing girls foot in navaratra,n making them an object of worship is not what is needed..i am not against these rituals,but what i feel is Women need to be respected,and guys who don't respect women,are like cold blooded animals..<br />You may find a group of guys hanging around in pubs,restaurants at late night..but if u find a girl she would be accompanied by her guy,family,or in group along with her male counterparts..u will rarely find a group of girls hanging out so late,reason there are drunkards and lustful eyes all over looking for their prey,peeping from behind the poles,in the corridors,on the streets,on bikes or maybe in luxurious cars..<br />No one can be there to escort u all the time..its u who has to protect yourself,from the devils and from the evils.<br />so don't hide from such incidents..if it happened to a girl next to u it can happen to u too..Preparing yourself is better than repenting later..<br />I wish this world could be a safer place to live so that a mother sitting miles away from her daughter does not have to fear for her daughter to return back from work safely..<br />I am not of an anti-male opinion..because i know all the guys are not the same,some are better,some are good,and some are the best..<br />but the leftover are "awful"..so,not only girls but even guys need to beware of such awful creatures because they are not only ruining us but they are also ruining your whole community..<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Life on the planet is born of woman"</span>.so,respect them n give them there due credit.swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-29780771064107226062009-01-19T17:18:00.000+05:302009-01-19T17:51:51.041+05:30unwanted childYou are the biggest looser,just good for nothing,someone shouted at the top of his/her voice,she turned around in an enigma coz there was no one else in the room except her,then who could it be..she heard the same voice once again n this time she made no mistake in realizing that it was the voice of her inner conscience..<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">She sat by the window looking at the sky..<br />The moon was high,n stars were scattered all ovr the sky..</span><br />She reminisced her past..to find out where did she go wrong..or was she herself the soul reason behind her failures..<br />When her presence was felt in her mother’s womb,<br />Mother went to the doc to get the blooming bud aborted,as she was already blessed with three bright sons..and one more child in this exorbitantly priced environment would have proved to be a burden on her happy family..little did she know that it was a boy or a girl..<br />But destiny plays its game,docs denied for nipping the bud as it was too late..<br />Father was desperate for a daughter,n his wish was granted by the arrival of a daughter..<span style="font-weight:bold;">“three sons brighter than sun,n a daughter prettier than moon,oh my love,how to tell u what you have given me”</span><br />No one knew what the future had in store for this little princess..the brothers were blossoming n spreading diverse fragrance,which was a sigh of delight for her..but what bout her?? despite being loved by everyone she knew the fact that she was not as good as her brothers in any respect......but its rightly said , where the foundation is unstable there is always a danger for the building to collapse.. but was it her fault??she was not the founder of her own self..wen she was young..she was like a wet clay..which could be molded in any form..bt the mold chosen for her ws deformed..<br />she was unable to explain it to the whole world that all are not the same… so she secluded herself from others..she was invisible coz no one ever wanted to see her,she was different,different from the rest,so they ignored her..she saw them laugh she saw them cry but she was never a part of them..coz she didn’t met their stature,she too cried,cried in dark,and in falls where no one cud see her…<br />every time she tried to come up..she was overpowered,and humiliated..she was crawling,crawling at her own pace..n every time she fell she had to start it from scratch..<br />she hated the sigh of sympathy n pity for her in others eyes..she wanted to break free n shout,shout as much as possible but she couldn’t do so..becoz she was living in a respectable society..<br />she stood all alone with stretched arms wanting others to accept her..to accept her as she is..<br />she knew she have to resurrect herself..she cant let her failures overshadow her existence..the best way she found to do so was, to stop expecting from herself..coz expectations hurts.She was determined to be her own creator now..so wat if thousands of failures come her way..she had the courage to face it with humility..<br />she still sat by the window looking at the sky,<br />the cool breeze brushed of her cheeks letting her hairs to fly..<br />a drop of tear rolled down her eyes,saying that her past is over..<br />and this time she saw the new horizon,spreading its hue all over..swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-68432791530815129442009-01-09T23:18:00.000+05:302009-01-10T00:33:36.622+05:30friendWhether the day is good or bad..<br />Whether im feeling hapy or sad,<br />You magnify my happiness,<br />When I am feeling glad;<br />You help to bring back the smile,<br />Whenever I am feeling sad.<br />You act as a canopy,<br />From life’s frequent storm;<br />Like a comfortable blanket,<br />You keep me cozy, safe and warm.<br />You’re a light in the window,<br />When everything’s grey;<br />You’re a trip to the circus,<br />A picnic in the day.<br />Like a bright, sunny summer,<br />You are joy without end;<br />You are precious to me,<br />And I am happy to have u as a friend<br />You are a pleasure in my life,<br />I hope that you can see;<br />How meaningful your friendship is,<br />You’re a total joy to me.<br /><br />This post is dedicated to all the amazing friends I have in my life..n to all my blogger friends..<br />Keep smiling! and<br />Thanx for being there..swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-57128125494644409342008-12-31T13:26:00.000+05:302008-12-31T19:09:11.264+05:30spirit of love(a short n sweet love story)They met,they talked,and they became frenz,<br />They fought,they sought,and they became good frenz…<br />Sooner they realized that they have stolen each others heart,<br />And this refreshing feeling lead them to a new start..<br />She then flew to a far off place,<br />But their love and warmth couldn’t be replaced..<br />They dedicated songs to each-other,<br />And their love blossomed with new fragrance of each passing weather..<br />Despite of not meeting for so long,<br />Still their bond became even strong..<br />So was the serenity of their love,<br />Just like the purity of a Dove..<br />All of a sudden,something went devastatingly wrong,<br />Her heart was stale,and his heart-ached like a prick of a thorn..<br />Later they realized,that it was no ones fault,<br />But unfortunately their relationship had to come to a halt..<br />But unlike others they didn’t blame,<br />Instead they tried to give it a new name..<br />If not beloved and best frenz,atleast they were good frenz now,<br />And they managed to share the same care and respect somehow..<br />Now they don’t talk quite often,<br />But whenever they do,they make sure that their souls have soften..<br />They pray for each others good future,<br />And hope that the other one always nurture..<br />The respect won’t fade away like the light of the day,<br />Coz they still love each other,but in somewhat a different way..<br />So wat,if now they can't live together,<br />They’ll always cherish the memories forever..<br /><blockquote></blockquote>The first step towards love is friendship..but in case if that relationship doesn’t work why cant that friendship be the last step?? <br />Well!!this year is about to get over..and im very happy..will welcome the coming year with great zest..<br />Wishing u all a very peaceful,happy,prosperous 2009..<br />HAPPY NEW YEAR!!swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-6945641253478786742008-12-25T12:34:00.000+05:302008-12-31T14:22:39.732+05:30keep on the jingoism(part-II)I knw its christmas today n I shud be talking something subtle..bt im sorry..this post is a continuation of the last one..<br />its almost been a month since those attacks shook the nation..this post is not about attacks..bt smething equally important<br />A house of a lawyer attacked by few unknown miscreants this is a third time an advocate willing to represent kasab has been targeted…the same kasab who took hundreds of life.. and these are the same lawyers who were criticizing him 4 such a dreadful act a week ago..n nw they are ready to lead his case..tagging it as their “professionalism”..<br />Kasab isn’t a person who needs to be represented by anybody..terrorists should be denounced universally..this is what is required..I dnt understand is any hearing required in such a state where whole nation doesn’t even have doubt of his insanity..<br /><blockquote></blockquote>law states that we are not in war with Pakistan so we cannot detain kasab 4 more than 2 months..n lack of a defence lawyer will delay kasab’s trial..<br />I wonder if the gvt. didn’t find a defence lawyer what would it do..wud it set kasab free??jus coz law states that!<br />These laws are for whose benefit??its 4 us right..<br />i dn't know why such an unlawful act is being judged under law..<br />The rules and laws that are foundation of any civilized society are never more tested than when faced with barbaric criminal acts..serial killers n kidnappers victimize individuals,they are limited in scope..but a terror attack like 26/11 assaults all of us,the entire community..<br />Terror isn’t a civilized act..<br /><blockquote></blockquote>Laws which override citizens right are often misused and tend to do more harm than good..its time for us to think..n enforce new anti-terror laws..if law is the only option left to deal with these terrorists..<br />India has been acting with lot of maturity since past many years..bt hasn’t been paid off for its genuinity..so,outsiders misinterpret it as our weakness..i dnt knw why we are acting so sweetly with these terrorist..i may sound kiddish bt i strongly believe that kasab should be hanged till death aftr extracting all the information possible from him..i knw its gonna take very long to come to a conclusion..but the sooner we decide the better it is..or else we wud be witnessing another IC-814..<br />laws are made by a country 4 the countries own benefit..so,let it do so..<br />wat wud u say shud we grant kasab with a defence lawyer?? <br /><blockquote></blockquote>At last I wud like to wish u all merry Christmas..<br />In day-time..the sun-shines..so may ur all wishes come true..<br />In night when the moon-lights so may god bless u..<br />N if rain-falls..so let it fall n so shall it carry all ur problems away from u!<br />Merry Christmas..<br /> Amen..swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-14899421118028259492008-12-15T14:58:00.000+05:302008-12-31T14:10:51.551+05:30keep on the jingoism..<span style="font-style:italic;">Yes my xams are over and im back,I should be enjoing,having fun..bt how?how, can I with an overburdened heart..i knw the reaction is a bit late but its never late when it comes to patriotism..yes im talking about 26/11..despite of my xams I was hooked up to my television set for those 60 hrs..i guess any chauvinist would do the same..a lot has been said and written about these attacks..but wats the outcome..we are back from where we started..just a handful of protests against these parasitic politicians,few peace rallies..is it enough to heal a broken heart..rather a broken nation?the same old blame game,a couple of resignations,is it wat is required??<br /><blockquote></blockquote>A wedding card stating khusbo “weds” malayesh..wedding scheduled for 6th December..every1 cordially invited to bless the newly wed..but did this happen..noo..the guy(an iit graduate) was one of the victims at taj..i can feel the pain of that girl,her dreams are shattered..and in such a way that no one can rebuild it..i heard the sound of bands,trumpet,shehnaai on 6thdecember..near my house..but my heart ached..ached at those pinching sounds..would have been melodious for some..<br /><blockquote></blockquote>A 2yrs old child moochee..was suppose to celebrate his b’day smwhere in mid of December with his parents who were planning for his bright future..will he “celebrate” it?noo..cause his parents future has been distorted..just a fraction of seconds back he was lying in his fathers lap safe n secure and later he stood all alone..i wonder will he ever come to know the meaning of the word “ma”….“pa” <br /> Terrorism has given rise to hundreds of tragic stories..God forbid,but it will keep on adding until a stringent action is enforced..<br />I read a banner smwhere stating.. “Nation of lions,lead by dogs” I would like to add to it a “nation of <span style="font-weight:bold;">sleeping</span> lions,lead by dogs..” anyhow sleeping lions are better than barking dogs..but when,when are these lions gonna wake..if not nw then when?We are the victims as well as culprits..becoz time n again we are letting it happen..<br /><blockquote></blockquote>Gandhiji once said if sm1 slaps u on one cheek give him the othr one..bt he never specified if sm1 slaps on the othr as well what should u do…coz its understood that therz always a tolerance limit..how many more slaps are we gonna stick on our face..parliament attack,mumbai local attack,delhi attacks,jaipur attacks the list is endless but when are we gonna react that’s not decided as yet..<br /><blockquote></blockquote>The reason for anger and anguish is pertinent..bt im afraid that with time,we the timid people of this country would soon forget about the same..its just another topic of debate in the parliament for these vampire politicians..our politicians have proved themselves enough, what more do we expect!!thats the reason im urging the common man..and not the politicians..<br />I consider dying in a war is better than dying for no reason..and surrendering oneself in front of a few insane.inhuman,vicious creatures..(they don't even deserve to be called as humans..)is just like giving up ur moral...<br /><br />If ur in your skin and flesh with ur heart intact..you are fortunate enough to survive,coz anyday could be your last day....as a nation we need not take inspiration from any othr country..coz we are capable enough to design our own fortune..and differentiate wats right and wrong..wat we need is to get rid of few foolish politicians.. and wind up these deadly acts of terror demonstrating blood sheds all over..<br /> I wonder what should be the next step and when??Its time to react to this jingoism befre it dies out..because thrz no othr option left..<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"We do not create terrorism by fighting the terrorists. We invite terrorism by ignoring them."<br /></span></span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-81358254003264339522008-11-13T13:16:00.000+05:302008-11-14T11:32:52.587+05:30Going on date with exams..Those folding the corners of the book for further reference,<br />Preparing notes of only the most importatnt questions,<br />Going to the professor for shortlisting the important topics(or say the sure short questions which will definetly turn up in xams),<br />Last moment Completion of the practical file,<br />Cramming the whole stuff,skipping the meals in order to catch up with the syllabus..<br />Dark circles under eyes,coz of dearth of sleep..<br />Long ,late night calls discussing problems..leading to a new problem,<br />Opening the book of software testing,but thinking about MIS and the other subjects left untouched,<br />Going to temples for blessings,those yogurt n sugar..<br />Always thinking about the last day of the xams..Planning movies after xams..<br />Not receiving calls,messages from bf n old frenz..<br />Those combined studies,heated topic of debates(ending nowhere),<br />Proving ur point however,being it pointless..<br />Those healthy competitions..turning into hair pulling fights..<br />Palpitation as u approach the examination hall..<br />Sweat on forehead even in extreme winters..<br />Murmuring prayer before distribution of the question papers..<br />A jiff of smile after reading a question in the question paper..coz u knw the answer..<br />Feeling ‘j’ as ur fren asks for a supplementary sheet..before you..<br />Those 2 weeks of xams,seeming to be 2 long years..<br />Discussing the paper with frenz, Cursing urself for not answering a question u knew..<br />Waiting for the results(best phase),fake rumours of results being out,setting u ablaze..<br />World famous statement..”could have got more”even after getting distinction..in many papers…<br />N then back to the same old studies….swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-22356034349153868662008-11-03T17:25:00.000+05:302008-11-03T18:14:47.726+05:30dasvidaniya<span style="font-style:italic;">Russian word means "goodbye" in English,"au-revoir" in French,"alvida" in urdu and "phir milenge" in hindi…<br />A movie named dasvidaniya is soon to be released…No no this post has nothing to do with movies..its just the word which caught my attention…the first time I heard this word was in the movie Mera Naam Joker remember…the r.k.banner film..<br />There are times in your life when you have to say goodbye to your near and dear ones. Be it willingly or unwillingly, saying goodbye is one of the most difficult things in life. A short,sweet,effortless word but with lot of emotions in it..<br /><br />>A happy goodbye- is when you leave your friend..with a promise that u’ll meet again..but in a diffrnt phase of life..<span style="font-weight:bold;">"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or lifetime is certain for those who are friends."</span><br /><br />>A blend of both happy n sad goodbye-when u leave your parents for the first time..happy in the sense that u ooze out with lot of excitement,energy as you are going to enter the new world..governed by u..n sad becoz u’ll be parting with ur loving family…<span style="font-weight:bold;">“A good-bye is never painful unless you’re never going to say hello again.”<br /></span><br /><br />>Goodbye to ur lover-coz he hurt you,dumped you,cheated you,or coz he lied to you..no reasons are enough to describe this sentiment..<span style="font-weight:bold;">“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.”<br /></span><br />>Goodbye on a daughters wedding-wishing her to have a splendid n prosperous future..those tears says it all..<br /><br />>A simple goodbye-not involving any reasons ..itz just u feel like n you say it..<br />goodbyes are not only meant to bid adieu it involves lot of care,warmth,affection<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.”<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"We will surely meet again,before the earth dies<br />When we are least expecting it,<br />We will surely meet again,before the earth dies<br />One day in some far off place <br />My friend i will recognize your face ,I wont say goodbye.<br />That will be a moment of joy, I’ll always hold by my side<br />For we will surely meet again,before the earth dies."</span></span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-42889951674443309132008-10-20T12:29:00.000+05:302008-10-20T01:11:40.118+05:30these messy shoe laces<span style="font-style:italic;">I love wearing shoes with jeans n trousers..its just sooo comfortable..okay we are not hear to discuss bout the comfort level of slip–ons..<br /> There is a huge problem which I face while wearing shoes.Every now n then one can find me sitting on bench or steps struggling with my shoe laces..its not that I dnt knw how to tie a lace..but lately I discovered that my way of tying them was wrong..<br />Every hour someone or the other use to point out at my shoes asking me to tie those fluttering laces…I would then handover my helmet to my frenz n ask them to wait 4 a while(i must say they are very patient) so that I could end up with my laces again…my frenz are use to,with this habit of mine,as it more or less is becoming a part of my life...thinking positively,it isn't a bad back exercise,isn't it??ahh.. but enough of this back exercise..and to my ridicule<br />no one ever came forward to tell me what was wrong with my laces..<br />Then an angel in disguise(my mumma)helped me out.."Mother understands what a child does not say."a few days back I was sitting n tying the lace of my shoes, she was observing it very carefully,with a mischievous smile on her face..wen I got over with it..she gazed at me,i dnt know what was those looks for but they surely meant,<span style="font-weight:bold;">"is this the way to tie a knot of a lace.."</span> She then sat beside me and taught me step by step the right way to tie a knot.(of lace offcourse..)Precisely she tied it herself for me..n believe me that whole day the knot was as it is..it was at its place for bout 7 long hours..it was amazing..atleast for me it was a miracle..this is the reason why i regard my ma as an epitome of feminism...<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but they love just the same; and most mothers kiss and scold together."</span><br />We try to do certain things with perfection..but a touch of our parents fulfils the lacking finesse.<br />Since im a slow learner...I have yet not learned her way of tying knot of a lace....bt very soon I will..<br />She even advised me,saying that if u buy shoes next time,buy one without lace as there are multiple range available in the market..<br />But tell me one thing,have i gone for an unlaced shoe before,had I ever been able to learn this basic lesson of my life..<br /> I know i am poor at tying knots(of lace)..but will surely learn it soon..</span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-51340049000907224482008-10-11T13:03:00.000+05:302008-10-13T13:28:01.836+05:30who cares..!!<span style="font-weight:bold;">A conversation between a boyfriend(bf) and girlfriend(gf) which led to a catastrophe.</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Boy</span>:Where have u been since last 15 dayz??<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Girl</span>:Hey forget tat,i have a fren who wanna see u??<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Boy</span>:Sure,I wud love to meet her.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Girl</span>:But there is a problem..she met with an accident and was hurt pretty badly,has <span style="font-weight:bold;">lost a leg</span>..i was taking care of her since last few days..but now I have to go out for a month due to some work.i want u to come here and take care of her as I did..just for 1 month... <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Boy</span>:Im sorry to hear that honey,but may be we can find a nurse for her assistance.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Girl:</span>No,I want u to look after her..<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Boy</span>:U dnt knw wat ur asking..someone with such a handicap wud be a terrible burden on me..i have my own life to live..i have my workload..n u want me to take care of that person for one whole month..tats 2 much..<br /><br />The girl hung up her phone.the boy heard nothing from her..a few days later,he received a call from a hospital..stating that his girlfriend had died.the police believed it was suicide..the grief sticken boy rushed to the hospital.he recognized her,but to his horror he also discovered something he didn’t know.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">His gf had only one leg...</span></span><br />we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable,they usually belong to the rejected section of the society. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">But thankfully, there are few people who won't treat them that way. Someone who loves them with an unconditional love that welcomes them into the forever family, and i salute such people..</span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4977483317314985454.post-6667138591312312582008-10-06T01:24:00.000+05:302008-10-06T01:37:13.672+05:30dare to dream..<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Some people live to dream,some dream to live”.</span><br />Defining dream is a tough job…<br />Just take a moment and think back to a time when you were playing and at the same time you were also living a dream. You may have been four, five, six, seven or even eight years old longing for an expensive toy bike..or your favourite Barbie dolls..<br />were these all dreams,or just fantasies and imaginations..but lemme tell u guys n gals the first step in dreaming is imagination..<br />So,What happened???<br />Why did you stop Dreaming???<br />One’s life is full of dreams some meaningless,but some with lot of connotations.<br />Those childhood dreams were just a short term dream…now u wud say that wat does this short term and long term dream complies <br /> At a point in life you dream of getting a good job..but when you actually get one..that dream surpasses..and then you move on to your next dream.Getting married to ur beloved is one of your key dreams u tend to do anything,go against any1,in order to grow old with your loved one..and luckily u get her in ur life..bt wat aftr that.. does life ends there?i guess no..these are all short term dreams..<br />a long term dream is,where you wanna see urself after a certain stage in life..in accomplishing this long term dream you unknowingly fulfil many short term dreams…just close your eyes for 3 minutes and imagine what you wanna be at an age of 50,60yrs then u’ll come to knw what u actually want from life..<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Dreams don't have to come true at age 20, 30, or 40; they often occur long past when you thought possible.”</span><br />Do you still long for a bike when you grow up..or when you actually have one??or do you ever stop in front of a toy store to have a glance of your favourite Barbie doll. ?I guess some of you may answer this question with a resounding yes.. Well with a *smile I commend you for nurturing that very special side of you that allows you to dream. And I commend you for nurturing the child within.<br />But It's a shame as we grow in years and experience we also become more serious about life and through some bad experiences we become sophisticated and realistic. <br />I too have a dream,a bit unusual one,just a few people are aware of it..and guess what their reaction was..a big,handsome "WHATTT!!RU SURE"??I don’t knw whether I’ll be able to accomplish it bt I’ll work towards it.. <br />The Thing is we want a speedy result to our dream, when we do this, we lose the ability to create, to fantasize and explore We grow up and leave behind the child within. It takes about 1000 neurons to paln a dream..so,dnt be so greedy dear give ur dream ample time to blossom..<br /> We need to believe in our dreams. Just imagine for a moment if right now you could recapture all of those *Magic Moments(dream) and live them as if you were really there right now. Remember how you were feeling and what you were seeing and hearing. The journey to the dream may not be smooth,but realizing that u actually achieved it is "victory"..what else can you ask for..<br />Life doesn't have to be so serious and we don't really need to be so realistic, nor do we have to meet the expectations of others in terms of behavior n dreams.its our dream n living our dream is upto us.. So,next time you see a doll or a bike..just stop there and realize that u 2 can dare to dream.. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Cherish your visions and your dreams, as they are the children of your soul; the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.Don't let today's disappointments cast a shadow on tomorrow's dream”</span></span>swatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12377151632542353792noreply@blogger.com5