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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....: January 2010
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND. Sunday, January 17, 2010. I wandered in the darkness for some time,. There was a silence i now had started to like. No friends, no family who care. I wandered in the darkness for some time. There was a burden in my mind,. Which I wanted no more,. For peace to come to my mind just once more. But, nothing i did, helped me escape from the burden i felt. My body trembled after a while; and my eyes filled with tears. For people for whom they live their lives for.
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....: August 2010
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND. Tuesday, August 10, 2010. IN A MOOD OF SHAYARI. Dafn ho gaye mere kuch ankahien shabd tere kafn ke saath,. Tere matam me meri ashq ki mehak rahegi. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. IN A MOOD OF SHAYARI. Secularism: Required or not? Latitudinal Liberation of a Crab's Mind. A Peace of My Mind. A tale of tales. The Big Comeback Isn't Happening.
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....: who's to blame??
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND. Wednesday, October 21, 2009. Kamal, 12yrs, stood, waiting patiently on the hill top. And then he it is coming. A little red rickety truck was approaching his camp. Kamal started running towards him. But he was not the only one; there was a huge crowd running towards the truck. Hmm A frank perspective. Strong opinions. Proud of you. Kepp it up. December 25, 2009 at 7:28 AM. Beauty and the BEast. Wish I knew how to drive the right traffic to this page. very well put!
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....: July 2009
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND. Saturday, July 25, 2009. We all wear masks. Yes we do. I stood in front of the mirror;. For once I couldn’t recognise myself;. I stood there trying to take off the mask,. But turns out there were many masks that I wore,. Every mask I pulled out a mask, they all said to me the same thing. 8220;You made me when you needed me;. You are whatever you are, because of me;. Who are you otherwise? Did I make the mask or did it make me? And when I had removed them all,.
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....: August 2008
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND. Sunday, August 31, 2008. IS BELLING THE CAT WHAT I ASPISIRED FOR? As I entered the office of my MBA coaching institute, I knew somehow or the other-my life was about to change. The moment I entered, I could see the receptionist getting prepared with her receipt book and other stuff. She asked me to sit and gave me a form. As I was filling up the form, she asked me-“week-days or weekends”. “What”? The famous tagline-“to sharpen our managerial skills” as ̶...May be al...
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND.....: SWEETMEATS
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WHISPERS FROM THE BACK OF MY MIND. Tuesday, April 27, 2010. Meera ran and sat behind the well. She had discovered this new hiding place some weeks back, and since her brother and cousins were not old enough, so were banished from going near the well. Hence she was safe there. And when everyone were “seeked” she would run to the seeker, out of no where, and shout-“ out”…! That day was different. Mahindran was happy for a change. This meant two things- either he had got good bribe or he was drunk&#...Unni,...
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Scribbles of a Creative Soul: May 2009
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Scribbles of a Creative Soul. The world of reality has limits; the world of imagination is boundless - Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Saturday, May 23, 2009. The "Ad" phenomenon on Indian Television. After reading a post by a friend here. I decided to list my fav ads seen on television since the time I started watching TV! Cadbury's Dairy Mil -. Kya swad hain zindagi ka. HDFC Pension Plan -. Na sar jhuka hain kabhi. Though I never complied with this message). I especially dislike the following ads:. Fair and Lov...
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FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE.......: April 2009
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FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE. Wednesday, April 15, 2009. She sits by herself,. With hollows in her heart. She likes to believe she brightens the otherwise dull world,. But the world, it deprives her of this happiness. She calmly bears solitude,. While the world around her moves at its usual pace. At times, she is forced to hide behind dark,dead shadows. She sits up there, in the façade of a queen like existence,. Little does anyone know, that her twinkling subjects are not at her mercy. She lets them…. I nee...
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FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE.......: Valentines day Special :)
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FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE. Friday, February 12, 2010. Valentines day Special :). When you look at me I look away,. When I grin you smile. When I hop on the pavement,. With care, you make way,. With a look which says you would walk, with me, like this for miles…. Straight from the heart,. That beautiful light of forever-ness. Straight from the start. That dent on the right,. Leaves me wounded,. The “Ms India” Smile,. Those little bouts of anger. That you happily endure. Those mood swings you heartily accept.
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FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE.......: November 2008
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FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE. Tuesday, November 25, 2008. The clothes lie in the dryer like you had left them,. The stains on the tea mugs remain. Everything seems to have changed today,. Yet it all seems the same. My forehead is still moist with your kiss. My eyes still unlock everyday to be able to see your face,. My heart still beats with the hope of a twist in fate. The stench of fresh flowers chokes me to death. The laughter of innocence makes my eyes go wet. A thousand dreams left shattered. Coz it was...