tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78486600479057669892011-02-28T10:21:11.003-08:00My Writing DenHi friends I call this place My Writing Den because whatever I write, a short story,an essay, opinion or may be some utter non sense this is where i post it all. I aspire to become a Publisher-writer(to be precise a novelist) in future and I post my experiments with writings here.Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-31151745119779221222011-02-21T07:44:00.000-08:002011-02-21T07:44:55.041-08:002011-02-21T07:44:55.041-08:00To be Alive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puslFmajdnY/TWKIDbfe2nI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a-qRB58089k/s1600/03-ps26-6purpose-posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puslFmajdnY/TWKIDbfe2nI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a-qRB58089k/s320/03-ps26-6purpose-posters.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I don’t have an idea about what it is that I want to write right now. The only thing I know is that I want to write. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has been quite sometime now that I have been having this feeling of uneasiness. I have been pondering over it but so far it has been inconclusive. Probably I didn’t know the source of uneasiness. But rights now I feel very light as if have gained some secret knowledge. I feel Enlightened.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">As person I have always believed that I am an effective communicator. But very recently I found out that when I feel that I must be very effective now, at this very moment. My affectivity falls down. I lose my spontaneity. I lose my mysticism. I lose the essential elements of my personality. So I thought a lot about what I should do. And in the process of doing so I guess I found more than what I set out to find.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Am I alive? For that matter what does living actually means? I think it means getting better and being aware of it. If at the end of the day you sleep wit a feeling of having achieved something, of having done something worth while. You are living. How do we know that we have accomplished something? In other words how do we know that we are living? First thing you need to answer yourself is what is your purpose in life? What do you want to gain? What path have you chosen? Having answered all these question just answer one more question and you will know if you have accomplished something or not. How many steps on that path did you traveled today?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Our existence is our state of mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s the consciousness of knowing a purpose and moving forward to fulfill it. Most of the time we don’t know what it is that we want to do. And this is true with a huge majority of people who think they know what they want to do? Do you feel alive doing the work that you think is what you want to do in your life? When you are working is your work the only thing that matters to you in those moments? How painful is the thought of not being allowed to do what you believe that you love to do? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05Julvek-JU/TWKIBjXQucI/AAAAAAAAAc0/y_r8CWpGCDY/s1600/Darjeeling-hill-station.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05Julvek-JU/TWKIBjXQucI/AAAAAAAAAc0/y_r8CWpGCDY/s1600/Darjeeling-hill-station.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Wondering why there are more question marks than full stops in this article? <-(Here it is one more) well because the answer for every one of us is different. Its like I am out to reach for mountains, their coldness, the mist of the early morning, the echo of falling water at a distant waterfall, the moistness of a heavy and chilled breeze bring to life everything it touch, the serenity and the silence. On the other hand your destination might the salty winds having its origin at the middle of an ocean, the fine crystals of sand at the sea shore preserving every step you take, the tides of time erasing the steps you took like bruises of past, the fire of sun meeting the water of ocean at a distant horizon, the depth and the sobriety. As our destination differs our purpose in life differs and so the path we take for it differs but what remains same is the essence of life. Moving forward, advancing, striding towards the destination. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD8SOIDPJ0c/TWKIC4sOaFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XCOcu039YfQ/s1600/screenshot-20-02-2009-15_38_54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD8SOIDPJ0c/TWKIC4sOaFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XCOcu039YfQ/s320/screenshot-20-02-2009-15_38_54.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Journey is more important than the destination! Well it is but when you know the right path and you are conscious of your decision. Every step you take towards the journey its by savoring the beauty of the path you have taken. You enjoy the journey because you know its right and in your consciousness and surety of the path you have taken is the art of living.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-3115174511977922122?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-86097394588848979482011-02-09T08:07:00.000-08:002011-02-09T08:07:41.624-08:002011-02-09T08:07:41.624-08:00Who Is Monk ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TVK6Njo1qMI/AAAAAAAAAco/8P4V_ew_-Rc/s1600/OQAAAMI2yiFBqoav8gXjGyX4_pm4q6DqIiI1E08OaMiNrZc4_vqHpeboDdL0Aa2mzhZhQ8Ghyt0UbXCg3NY6fyUlhL8Am1T1UOz9g-5ejLR7F9RpbCMgTecDMFZu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TVK6Njo1qMI/AAAAAAAAAco/8P4V_ew_-Rc/s1600/OQAAAMI2yiFBqoav8gXjGyX4_pm4q6DqIiI1E08OaMiNrZc4_vqHpeboDdL0Aa2mzhZhQ8Ghyt0UbXCg3NY6fyUlhL8Am1T1UOz9g-5ejLR7F9RpbCMgTecDMFZu.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Get ready, He is in the elevator."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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<div style="text-align: justify;">"He might be here anytime now.."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y">Gate opens</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to dear sir, happy birthday to you!" </span></div></span></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Ohh that’s so sweet of you all. Thanks for giving such a memorable start to my day." A forced smile appeared on his lips. “Now get back to work!” Madhav waved his hands at his subordinates and moved towards the glass walls of his office. It was 9th Feb. 2013, Madhav’s 27th birthday. It had been 4 years since he joined the organization. Owing to his prowess as a professional, he soon reached the position of a regional manager. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Why do people celebrate birthdays? I mean, why don’t I feel anything special when its my birthday today? Everyone seems to be happy. Happy because its my birthday? Why should they be happy about it when I am not? Ahhh forget it! There is a lot of work to do.." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He pushed the glass door open and walked to his chair while admiring the huge painting behind it. Pressing the bell for the operator's desk, he settled into his official chair. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“You called for me?” said a mellow voice. It was Neha, she had been his secretary for 2 years since he was first positioned as a regional manager.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Yeah, where is Choitram Hospital's project file? We have to finalize the design today.”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“The project has been put on hold by the headquarter due to some issues with the Choitram organization. </span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Ohhh that was sudden. Hmmm anyways, what are the other things that need to be done today?”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Madhav, take it easy sometimes in life. By the way, yeah! I forgot to wish you, Happy Birthday.”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Haha! That wish sounded a bit sarcastic. Was it?” </span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Well, I guess that’s the way it works with you. Seeing how you don’t understand emotions.”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Ahhh stop it at least today.”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Hmmm. Why? Does 'birthday' mean something special for you?”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“You know the answer to that already, don’t you?! Just stop for the sake of it. We will have a party tonight. I promise.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Do you actually think doing things that normal people do, will make you normal? Anyways there is no point in telling you anything! Working with you for all these years has at least taught me that. Forget it. There is a letter for you from the directors. And yes. I will come to the party.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“I knew you would agree. And what is in that letter?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">“How would I know?” She searched for it in her briefcase. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Here. Check it yourself. I will go now. And if not for anyone else, at least for yourself, have some rest today.”</div></span> </span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Thanks sweetheart. Don’t worry, I will have my share of respite.”</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hello Madhav,</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The board is very happy with your commitment and dedication towards your work. We appreciate the efforts you have put into making the organization grow from a new entrant to a key market player in the zone. We would like to wish you a very rewarding future on this auspicious day in your life. The company MD will be visiting your region today and the company has arranged a party at the Grand Hyatt tonight to which you are coordially invited. Enjoy the day. Also, there might be some important announcements towards the end of the day. Pleasant ones.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Regards,</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">R.N. Ramaswamy</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y"><div style="text-align: justify;">Chairman </div></span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;" x="y"><div style="text-align: justify;">W.L.G. ltd.</div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Hmmm! So the oldies have thought of something. What could it be? Considering the positive tone of this letter and specially the last words ‘Pleasant ones’, I believe it could be a promotion or a big contract or maybe an onsite position in some western country. Ahhh whatever! One thing’s for sure. I will have to spend the night in a boring party, tailing behind the MD.. Why do people waste their time in parties for the sake of enjoyment? A peaceful sleep seems to be a much better option."</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Hi! Madhav here.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">“Hi Madhav” said a very strange but familiar voice.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">“Who is this??” asked Madhav feeling a churn in his stomach.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“Don’t remember me? Do you? Monk!” said the voice and disconnected.</span></div></span></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What? Who could that be? How in the world does she know Monk?! Nobody has called me by that name for 4 years now." A sense of anxiety and intrigue assimilated within Madhav. "Who could that be? And why did she call today? More importantly, Monk? How does she know about Monk!"<span class="__wave_paste" data-wave-annotations="76,86,style%2FfontWeight,bold:2595,2603,style%2FfontWeight,bold:2607,3232,style%2FfontStyle,italic:3752,3764,style%2FfontWeight,bold:" data-wave-xml=""Get ready, He is in the elevator."<line></line><line></line>"He might be here anytime now.."<line></line><line></line>-Gate opens-<line></line><line></line>"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to dear sir, happy birthday to you!" <line></line><line></line>“Ohh that’s so sweet of you all. Thanks for giving such a memorable start to my day." A forced smile appeared on his lips. “Now get back to work!” Madhav waved his hands at his subordinates and moved towards the glass walls of his office. It was 9th Feb. 2013, Madhav’s 27th birthday. It had been 4 years since he joined the organization. Owing to his prowess as a professional, he soon reached the position of a regional manager. <line></line><line></line>"Why do people celebrate birthdays? I mean, why don’t I feel anything special when its my birthday today? Everyone seems to be happy. Happy because its my birthday? Why should they be happy about it when I am not? Ahhh forget it! There is a lot of work to do.." <line></line><line></line>He pushed the glass door open and walked to his chair while admiring the huge painting behind it. Pressing the bell for the operator's desk, he settled into his official chair. <line></line><line></line>“You called for me?” said a mellow voice. It was Neha, she had been his secretary for 2 years since he was first positioned as a regional manager.<line></line><line></line>“Yeah, where is Choitram Hospital's project file? We have to finalize the design today.”<line></line><line></line>“The project has been put on hold by the headquarter due to some issues with the Choitram organization. <line></line><line></line>“Ohhh that was sudden. Hmmm anyways, what are the other things that need to be done today?”<line></line><line></line>“Madhav, take it easy sometimes in life. By the way, yeah! I forgot to wish you, Happy Birthday.”<line></line><line></line>“Haha! That wish sounded a bit sarcastic. Was it?” <line></line><line></line>“Well, I guess that’s the way it works with you. Seeing how you don’t understand emotions.”<line></line><line></line>“Ahhh stop it at least today.”<line></line><line></line>“Hmmm. Why? Does 'birthday' mean something special for you?”<line></line><line></line>“You know the answer to that already, don’t you?! Just stop for the sake of it. We will have a party tonight. I promise.”<line></line><line></line>“Do you actually think doing things that normal people do, will make you normal? Anyways there is no point in telling you anything! Working with you for all these years has at least taught me that. Forget it. There is a letter for you from the directors. And yes. I will come to the party.”<line></line><line></line>“I knew you would agree. And what is in that letter?”<line></line><line></line>“How would I know?” She searched for it in her briefcase. “Here. Check it yourself. I will go now. And if not for anyone else, at least for yourself, have some rest today.”<line></line> <line></line>“Thanks sweetheart. Don’t worry, I will have my share of respite.”<line></line><line></line><line></line>-Letter-<line></line><line></line>Hello Madhav,<line></line><line></line>The board is very happy with your commitment and dedication towards your work. We appreciate the efforts you have put into making the organization grow from a new entrant to a key market player in the zone. We would like to wish you a very rewarding future on this auspicious day in your life. The company MD will be visiting your region today and the company has arranged a party at the Grand Hyatt tonight to which you are coordially invited. Enjoy the day. Also, there might be some important announcements towards the end of the day. Pleasant ones.<line></line><line></line>Regards,<line></line><line></line>R.N. Ramaswamy<line></line><line></line>Chairman <line></line>W.L.G. ltd.<line></line><line></line>--------<line></line><line></line><line></line><line></line>"Hmmm! So the oldies have thought of something. What could it be? Considering the positive tone of this letter and specially the last words ‘Pleasant ones’, I believe it could be a promotion or a big contract or maybe an onsite position in some western country. Ahhh whatever! One thing’s for sure. I will have to spend the night in a boring party, tailing behind the MD.. Why do people waste their time in parties for the sake of enjoyment? A peaceful sleep seems to be a much better option."<line></line><line></line><line></line>-Phone Rings!-<line></line><line></line><line></line>“Hi! Madhav here.”<line></line><line></line>“Hi Madhav” said a very strange but familiar voice.<line></line> <line></line>“Who is this??” asked Madhav feeling a churn in his stomach.<line></line> <line></line>“Don’t remember me? Do you? Monk!” said the voice and disconnected.<line></line><line></line>"What? Who could that be? How in the world does she know Monk?! Nobody has called me by that name for 4 years now." A sense of anxiety and intrigue assimilated within Madhav. "Who could that be? And why did she call today? More importantly, Monk? 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</span></div></span></span></ul></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-8609739458884897948?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-65907447216957196692011-02-01T10:32:00.000-08:002011-02-01T10:32:54.252-08:002011-02-01T10:32:54.252-08:00Happy Birthday to my Bestie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TUhRJZAnqcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vAVCA-biJ0s/s1600/1450716d3bz6wviz7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TUhRJZAnqcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vAVCA-biJ0s/s320/1450716d3bz6wviz7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Its Second feb today a very important day for someone very very important to me. Its been 2 years since I know her and without a doubt she is one person who has influenced my life a lot. I think I am indebted to her for many things in life. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">She has truly been an inspiration for me. More like a guiding light. My all time advisor :P. I think she is my Guardian Angel. Chunnu , you are most creative soul that I know on this planet:P. I don’t know why I suck up woth words when ever I have to say something important (now I will be needing your advise on this matter as well). <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I still remember how you counseled me out of that huge depression I was in. how you told me and encouraged me that I should write and can be a good writer. When I think of it half of the things I am doing today and I want to do in my life have been in someway influenced by you. And I am really grateful for that </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I know there is not much that I can tell you. But one thing that I want to say is Just be yourself </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"> you are an amazing person. A person who change the life of the person around her. No matter what comes in life you can always conquer it \m/. You have a friend here whom you can anytime call, ping, or whatever comes to ur mind :P and order around (if you plan to:P ). You can always count on me :)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Man in words this may not look as good as it came to my mind. But I know you can read my mind :P may this be your best birthday in life. And this year be the beginning a highly rewarding life. May one day we work together :P I cant tell you how happy I will be<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Have a super awesome and legendary birthday. I wish this brings a smile</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">You are the light that showed me the way<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">You are the words that give solace to my troubled mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">You are my guardian angel through the highs and lows of life<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">You are my mentor, my guide, my bestest friend.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">>:D< Love you chunnu<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;">A very happy Birthday</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/dV__52qXJc0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV__52qXJc0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV__52qXJc0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TUHFbBqhx3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/H1_aog6Y4eI/s1600/Intelligence%252Btest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TUHFbBqhx3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/H1_aog6Y4eI/s1600/Intelligence%252Btest.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When was the last time you really felt happy? The last time you laughed till your stomach hurt? When was it that you felt deep emotions of attachment? Having hard time remembering such time? Well you are not alone. In our endless pursuit for reason and logic we human being are turning into emotionless individuals. The rational man today, even though surrounded by a lot of fellow mates, is the loneliest person. His reasons are his own and not everyone understands them. He knows what is right and what is wrong. He knows what has happened, what is happening and what may happen. But is his thought process is different, different from the masses, at least he thinks so. So where the emotional parts, the feelings , the bonds, the attachments In short the sense of humanity?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">These are the most common problems faced by the ‘enlightened’ ones in our society. Whatever He sees, he sees the logic and science behind it. An apple falls from a tree not because it has ripened but because of gravity. He feels cold not because its winter but because our body temperature is higher than the surrounding temperature. He doesn’t deliberately think this way but his brain automatically looks for these aspects: Science and Logic. Is there something wrong with him? Is he so overly indulged into phenomenon that he has lost the essence of life: - emotions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Not necessarily so. A rational person is generally immune to rashness or loss of control. In other words a rational person is always in control. He is conscious. Conscious of his emotions, so much conscious that he can not even feel them, he is observing them. Its only when the magnitude of emotions is very high that his tight control and Shield of consciousness is broken. He Cries, he laughs, feels sad and Feels Happy. But he cannot enjoy the small moments of life. He is genuinely happy but he cannot feel it. Is he compromising a lot by being conscious of his presence? Is he on an Irrational Pursuit of Rationality?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-2444583231702991904?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-1493235223125614742010-12-31T05:20:00.000-08:002010-12-31T11:28:56.326-08:002010-12-31T11:28:56.326-08:00The Remarkable Year<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px; line-height: 33px;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TR3YTMToQ2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/dOIvO1mVQzA/s1600/new-year-2009-greetings.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TR3YTMToQ2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/dOIvO1mVQzA/s320/new-year-2009-greetings.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px;">The Remarkable Year</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s a cliché- writing about resolution for next year and highlights of the passed year. Do you think I will write something banal? Well I just might. This has perhaps been the most remarkable year in my life in terms of lesson that it has taught me. I have learned a lot this year and mostly through failures. So as of now I will narrate my story for this year in terms of confessions and lessons.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The year started with a resolution that I will be more sensible and responsible this year, that I will finish the things that I start, that I will stick to my words, that I will be serious about stuff. Result- Failure, Lesson- No impractical resolutions anymore, Resolution for the coming year- I will stick to my words and for that I will be cautious with my words. I read somewhere the golden rule of professional success is ‘Under promise and over delivery’. Well I think this is something that is fairly accurate in the context of our daily life as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This year is supposed to be a defining year in my life as I am going to change my line this year from technical to administrative/managerial. And for that I have written a heck load of tests this year from mock to sectionals to real-time brain grilling tests(except XAT, the toughest one). Result- yet to be declared but the one that has been declared has been a failure. Lesson- It doesn’t matter how good you are at classes or at mocks or at sectionals if you can’t perform your best in these tests. Lesson- gotta learn how to be normal under pressure and will have to avoid putting myself under unnecessary pressure.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One more thing and one of the most important one is I learned that I am not really a genius. I had a notion that I am brilliant, I can do anything and over that I am better than anyone that I have met or will ever met except few( very few). But by the end of this year I happened to come in touch with people with godly intellect, Absolute genius. Result – well I guess this is an abstract one but still I would say the result is that I learned the reality. Lessons- Though there are people who have sharper logical ability or better quantitative ability or may be they know more words than I do or perhaps are better at grammar than I am. But does that make them superior or more importantly how does it bring me down? Well the thing is they have their strengths and I have mine. They have their dreams and I have mine, they have their ways and I have mine. Where any competition does comes in? A test? Well is life all about these tests? No. But its good that I know that there are lot of people out there with a sharper brain than the one I have. Some with perhaps not as sharp an intellect but a higher capability to work hard and more dedication and as a result they are better than me as well in the overall result. So the point is I have gotta work hard and improve a lot. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now most importantly, for my preparations I took sort of a sabbatical from facebook and most </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">forms of social networks barring PG. And in this period of abstinence I realized the value of friends and the strength they give. Its not that they help you out physically all the time or transfer funds into your account but they provide you the necessary encouragement and motivation. They help you in keeping it on, they stick by your side and provides you company in hard times. I love you fellas </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">J</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> there is a lot more that I want to say but its not hitting me right now nor are the thoughts coming in a structured way as they usually come. Thanks for keeping up with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lastly I will specially like to thank a few special people in my life <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My parents and brother( though it unlikely any of them will read this, they never had)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">My sisters Saki Dee, hiral, ankita dee , feby</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">My brothers Addu , shree,akash, sumit bhai, nitin bhai sorry if I missed any one.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My Besties Chunnu, bunnu, mittal, gauti, Dj, tannu, Srish<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Some other special friends this year <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Neha,Satwinder, api, dip da, deba bhai, jeff broda,megz, tashu, Dr. Shraddha, Divyadeep, ruchi, sonam, anu, bhoomi, akash, sikki, addu, jt, Deepak actually a lot of people <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Guess I am fairly good at socializing but I love you guys and you can mail me your greviences for missing your name in this post<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Wishing you all a very happy and prosperous new year<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-149323522312561474?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-86248192114608390962010-12-24T05:32:00.000-08:002010-12-24T05:32:27.244-08:002010-12-24T05:32:27.244-08:00Human Beings and Computers<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">We are becoming increasingly dependent on computers. They are used in business, hospitals, crime detection and even to fly plains. What things will they be used in future. Is this dependence on computer good or we should be more suspicious of its benefits?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Microsoft Sans Serif","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScsIhpcbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yINtVp-V7Dk/s1600/computer-virus-spreads-to-humans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScsIhpcbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yINtVp-V7Dk/s320/computer-virus-spreads-to-humans.jpg" width="263" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Barely half a century ago, the concept of computer was alien to mankind. All the calculations were done with pen and paper. Firms use to hire accountants in herds to manage there accounts. Then came computers, in what can be called as invention of the century. The idea behind the invention of computers was to create device to aid human beings in tedious and time consuming calculations requiring pinpoint precision. What was not foreseen was the potential and possibilities associated with this technology. Soon computers could be seen anywhere from industries to shops, from offices to homes, and from desktops they reached our pockets. It came as a service but have now become a utility in many parts of the world. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">What sets a computer apart form other path breaking discoveries of its time, namely Radio and television? Why these technologies didn’t reach the same level as computer? The answer to this question is interactivity. Computer is an interactive device. It is customizable that is it can be modified to fit and serve user specific requirements. It reacts to users commands provides useful results, helps its owner increase his or her efficiency. It is this property of computers that creates a bond between it and its user. A computer integrates itself into the life of its owner. Which, unfortunately its counter parts television and radio couldn’t do.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScqkOQCoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/64TJmOJBr-g/s1600/Computer+intruding+human+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScqkOQCoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/64TJmOJBr-g/s320/Computer+intruding+human+life.jpg" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This interactivity and integration also makes computer suitable for a wide range of applications. It can be embedded into home appliances. It can be a one point connection to rest of the devices in a system. A computer can also be upgraded significantly in term sof computational power. And owing to its interactive nature it can perform and multitude of complex functions. This can be observed in diversity of applications for which computers are employed. Computers are used in flight simulation, precision requiring surgeries, space operations, auto pilot, traffic monitoring, manufacturing units and many more. All technological advancement in computers have come in less than half a century.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScrdJnDyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_NLyaPQhCVY/s1600/computer+overpowering+human+beings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScrdJnDyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_NLyaPQhCVY/s320/computer+overpowering+human+beings.jpg" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This frenzied pace of development makes one wonder, where is this technology heading? Are those sci-fi fantasies coming real? Will there be cyborgs sprawling all across the planet? Will those digital mazes as in matrix be a reality in future? Already R&D labs across world are spending heavily on artificial intelligence and neural networks to provide thinking capabilities of human brain to computers. NASA has already send spirit and discovery, its automated probes to scan the surface of mars and provide us with valuable information. These probe can work in inhuman condition without any effect on their logical units. They can run on static source of power for long durations. They can refuel themselves. Defense departments everywhere in the world are busy in developing unmanned fighting machines. US Air force’s Predator, an Unmanned Ariel Vehicle (UAV) is one such example. It can transmit signals across continents, is undetected by radars. It has been successfully transmitting strategically sensitive information in Afghanistan and Iraq. These are but few examples of how penetrating and strong computer based technologies can be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScp7t7QnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AR79nUnY8wk/s1600/artificial+intelligence+pi+chart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TRScp7t7QnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AR79nUnY8wk/s1600/artificial+intelligence+pi+chart.gif" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">With human beings relentless pursuit for creating artificial intelligence, One can be in awe as well as fear of the possibilities computer presents. Where, they can be representatives of our civilizations at places where we cannot flourish, they can also be our worst nightmares if they gain complete self control. The dependence on computers need a vigilant monitoring on our part for its good as long as we are its masters but not the other way round. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-8624819211460839096?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-70989641931994926372010-12-16T04:28:00.000-08:002010-12-18T10:21:13.815-08:002010-12-18T10:21:13.815-08:00In a State of Moral Corruption<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoEde-oNqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-FFjg-7Rx7I/s1600/Abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoEde-oNqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-FFjg-7Rx7I/s320/Abuse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I have been going over this particular issue over and over in my mind. Every few days I get to read stuff like this in news paper and most of the time its coming from Delhi. A few days ago it was a rape case of a BPO employee near Dhaula Kuan (<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a place which was the main junction to reach my test center for IIFT) and now I read about a teenage girl who was abducted and stripped of her dignity by a hoard of spiteful creatures. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All this, day after day, it blew the lid off my<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>rage WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH DELHI? To be precise the question should be What in the world has gone wrong with delhites?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">With this question haunting my mind I decided to dig up the internet for as many facts as I could come up with and my own interpretations of those facts. They may be skewed for all I care but the point is THIS NEEDS TO STOP! Is this what we will pass on to our coming generations, An Ethically disgusting place to live?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With every search I did I came up with more abominable facts and opinions. Here is what Wikipdia has to say about Delhi on its main page dedicated to Delhi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><u><span lang="EN-US">“</span></u><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">In 2005, Delhi accounted for the highest percentage (16.2%) of the crimes reported in the 35 cities in India with populations of</span></u></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Million-plus_cities_in_India" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;" title="Million-plus cities in India">one million or more</a>.<sup id="cite_ref-crmega_99-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delhi#cite_note-crmega-99" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">[100]</a></sup></span></u></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">The city also has the highest rate of crime against women (27.6 compared to national average rate of 14.1 per 100,000) and against children (6.5 compared to national average of 1.4 per 100,000) in the country.<sup id="cite_ref-crisnap_100-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delhi#cite_note-crisnap-100" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">[101]</a></sup></span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><u><sup><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></sup></u></span></span></i><u><span lang="EN-US"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">“</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c0504d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-themecolor: accent2;"><i><br />
</i></span></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoEu4I4G1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/v2ccFMGpWPw/s1600/New-Delhi-India-map200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoEu4I4G1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/v2ccFMGpWPw/s1600/New-Delhi-India-map200.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #c0504d; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-themecolor: accent2;"><br />
</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">What a glossy picture we are throwing of our nation all across the world. I feel privileged living in this country of rich culture and tradition. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here is more I am compiling as much of news as I can for you at one place as possible for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For you need to understand that everything is not right. Commonwealth game might have made every Delhite proud of delhi for pulling it off magnificently amid all the legendary scams but Life is not about games. Delhi, if it keeps on going like this will soon be uninhabitable, at least for the fair sex. Here is more…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“</span></u></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Delhi is the national capital, but the law and order is not the best in the world. In fact it is abysmally poor, with day light murders and rapes a frequent occurrence.</span></u></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> Recently two girls were walking along the road, when a car pulled up near them and one of the girls was pulled inside the car and it sped off. This too in broad daylight, when tens of commuters were around. The girl after repeated rape was left on the roadside. The silver lining was that she was not murdered.</span>”<o:p></o:p></u></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“</span></u></i></span><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Over the past couple of months Delhi, has been witnessing an average of one rape case almost everyday and experts have attributed the alarming trend to two major factors - a low conviction rate and lack of better and preventive policing.<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Citing rape to be one of the fastest growing crimes in the county, they say it takes an enormous amount of time to bring to book the guilty.<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">According to police records, over 400 rape cases have been reported in the capital in the year 2010 alone.”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span>I think this must be giving you some chills but this is what happening in Delhi. But the question here is why is this happening ? After decades of monetary corruption now are we heading towards an Age of moral corruption? Strangely the answer to this question can be found on a Government site. The following excerpt has been taken from<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CRIMES AGAINST WOMEN CELLS - THE DELHI POLICE EXPERIENCE.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“A steep decline is evident in the male female ratio in India over the last century. It has declined from 972 females for every 1000 males in 1901 to 927 per thousand in 1991. The northern states show even poorer ratios than the national average. Along with some other countries in South Asia, India must hold itself accountable for its missing women.</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">From cradle to grave there is a systematic discrimination against women. Nutrition, health care, education are all withheld or provided grudgingly to daughters. Son preference is expressed in deep rooted cultural mores: blessings and rituals at a marriage, foods prescribed for pregnant women, condolences at the birth of a girl child.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Violent crimes against women are both a continuation of the systematic discrimination against women and its results. The violator feels his acts are socially sanctioned; the evidence is manifest in all that he has witnessed since childhood. Women must be kept in their place, else some great calamity may befall society.The falling sex ratio should be of grave concern to law enforcement and criminal justice agencies. In simple terms who will the extra men find to marry, start a family with, or harass in a domestic relationship? Will it not lead to greater street crimes, more harassment of women in public places, more rape, and more violence in marriage as husbands strive to keep control of the increasingly rare commodity that they have managed to secure? “<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoE2AbatnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/As2AEzqK5CM/s1600/chart51.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoE2AbatnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/As2AEzqK5CM/s320/chart51.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The Declining Sex ratio, especially in the northern provinces of the country has got a very crucial implication on the crime scene in the national capital or should I say National Crime Capital(</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">As many as 53,244 criminal cases, including 467 murders, 581 rapes, 1,764 dacoity and other heinous crimes, were registered in Delhi during the year). Now back to the most important issue the effect of Declining sex ratio on the crimes against women can be understood if look at certain facts.</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sex ratio in states sending majority of migrants to Delhi<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center"> <table border="1" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 95.0%;"><tbody>
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<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1;"> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-right: none; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Chandigarh (U.T.)<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">773<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 2;"> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-right: none; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Haryana<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">861<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
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<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 4;"> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-right: none; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Uttar Pradesh<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">898<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 5; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-right: none; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Madhya Pradesh<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td style="border-bottom: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; border-top: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; padding: .75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">920<o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And finally <o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center"> <table border="1" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="border: solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid #E1E1E1 .75pt; mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 95.0%;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Where</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">the sex ratio of India stands at 933.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> <span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This clearly suggests the huge disparity in the sex ratio in the national capital reason being most of the migrants that come from these states are Male labors or youngsters in search for employment. Which is one of the prime reason for skewed sex ratio in the National capital. These guys come from states where there are not enough to equate their numbers. For I can not belive that those of the educated class as most of the urban city citizens on india can be classified into would commit such heinous crimes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Crime of this nature can only be committed by 2 catagories of people <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Those who are immune from the law and order <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Those who don’t know the law and order <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">As for the first category the Sons and daughter of corporate stalwarts with political influence and the ministers will count And as far as the second category is concerned these labors from the poorer states will count. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoE6_nhq3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/t2_sVteJIsQ/s1600/serial-rapist-hear296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoE6_nhq3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/t2_sVteJIsQ/s1600/serial-rapist-hear296.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">And as we all know both these species can be readily seen strolling through the roads of Delhi. No Wonder the crimes are soaring. But is this the only reason? Unfortunately not there is one more reason rather complex one<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">“ </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is the lax law enacted by the Morarji Desai Janta regime in 1977, which amended the law and made getting bail easier. Thus a rapist or murderer easily gets bails and the deterrent of time in jail is dispensed with. In addition the law and order in Delhi is a Central Government prerogative and the Delhi state government has no responsibility. This leads to a piquant situation and the sufferer is the law and order situation. Another aspect of the crime rate is the lax police approach. Many a time the police do not record FIR's as they would like to keep their books regarding crime clean. In addition the western UP criminal tribes come to Delhi commit the crimes and head back. But these tribes usually take part in robbery and murder. But rape and sex related crimes are the handiwork of local boys. Some of them are the children of known politicians, who are shielded by their parents. An example is the case of Nitesh kataraia.This boy was murdered by the son of a well known politician, as the boy could not accept kataria's love affair with his sister. The government of India which is responsible for the law and order of Delhi, must act before Delhi slithers further down the road of crime and anarchy.</span>”</span><o:p></o:p></u></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;">But my friends these are not the biggest reason. The biggest reason for increasing crimes in delhi is the Sleepy citizens of delhi. There complacency. Their <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cowardice. The sheer brilliance in forgetting everything. Their relentless pursuit of Ignorance. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><i><u><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Psychiatrist Samir Parikh blames the increasing number of rapes on the mentality of "getting away with anything.The rising number of cases suggest that the fear of consequence of action is on decline and the perception of 'get away with anything' is growing. Why is it that in Delhi young girls in buses don't find any support when they are harassed?" he asks.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;">They say Ignorance is a bliss but not at the cost of dear ones my friends. How long do you plan to keep on sleeping. If 14 million resident of delhi will voice their concerns over rising crime will they still be unheard? If 14 million people of delhi decides to stand against crime can they be suppressed. Its common sense the answer is No. As United we stand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoFJ8OKFlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iFlUkFOLM74/s1600/women-violence_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TQoFJ8OKFlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iFlUkFOLM74/s320/women-violence_26.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;">For if it continues like this one day your sisters, wives, mothers wont be able to step out of their homes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I may sound rhetoric but who cares? As long as my voice is heard and reaches the right ears I am a happy man I don’t live in delhi and if it stays like this I certainly don’t want too. But as an Indian I fear what is delhi today may be my city tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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The hopelessness of a lone success<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I have everything to share but no one to share it with<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I sit atop the highest hill but there is no sense of </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">accomplishment<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Its remorse, its morbid, It’s a lonely tree in </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; 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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">THE TRAIL OF 12 SIGNS <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter 1: The Theory<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">PART II</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">THE NEXT MORNING, the sky was overcast; the air was cool and was subtly flowing through the fort. Manas and Vivek were standing at one edge of the fort anxiously looking towards the pathway, the only entrance to the ancient, ruined stable.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“And you said he is the perfect Fire guy. He hasn’t even bothered to show up on time,” groaned Vivek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well there are still few minutes left to 6. He’ll come, I know it.” Said Manas completely unconcerned, looking at his watch.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“How can you be so sure that he is trustworthy and that he won’t leak the secret?” asked Vivek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well I have known him for almost a year and I know how much he hates this country because of its orthodox people and chaotic society. I have told him that this is the only way he can possibly leave this country. It’s like I trust his hatred for this country more than I trust him, believe me you too will, once you meet him”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">In a few moments, a brooding type of guy with broad shoulders and an athletic build appeared at the end of the stable. A remorseful aloofness was writ all over his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ahh, there he is! Sharp at 6, as punctual as ever.” exclaimed Manas as Pralay joined the party.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well, power failure at 4 ‘O’ clock in the morning is better than any alarm in this world to make sure that you can’t sleep by just pushing a snooze button. Andif in case you are lazy and stoic enough not be waken just by the killing heat, the mosquitos are there to take care of it in that case. I simply don’t get it. How do people live in this hell?”Pralay fumed early in the morning. Vivek could almost feel the temperature rising. Manas looked at Vivek, grinning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I think he is the right guy for fire type,” said Vivek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“What do you mean by ‘The right guy for fire type’? “asked Pralay completely puzzled and unaware. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well I guess I will explain the theory briefly to you guys, “Said Manas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“It may take sometime for you guys to completely digest it, so keep your ears open and let your imagination loose. I am not going to repeat this, so please pay attention.” Said Manas and made a dramatic pause to heighten the curiosity.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“As you already know, all the planets and stars in the universe have their gravitational pull and other properties.At any given moment all these celestial elements are at a particular distance from earth. Moreover, their alignment with respect to each other and planet Earth is unique. All these factors affect our planet and its creatures in someway or another. For example, the Moon affects the tides, the Sun affect the winds, Jupiter the meteors and cosmic rays etc. And as our body is also made of same basic elements as the Earth, we are also affected by these configurations. Before we are born, that is when our soul is about to enter this world, our body is affected by this planetary configuration and we develop an affinity towards a particular element -Water, Wind, Fire or Earth, depending upon the dominant influence. The ancient scholars studied this phenomenon in great detail and classified the planetary position in 12 time zones, each corresponding to a particular kind of planetary configuration. The children born in these time zones were classified under various degrees of planeterial influence, the 12 Zodiac signs. Most of the ancient literatures of various cultures like Hindu, Egyptian, Babylonian and many others all have these 12 variants. Some signs are strongly influenced and are called fixed signs and some adaptive signs with multiple influences called mutable signs and some forcing and outwardly directed signs called cardinal signs.These signs shows affinity towards one of the four core elements Air, water, earth or fire. Thus there 3 signs with three levels of influence per element. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">In other words one fixed sign, one cardinal sign and one mutable sign per element, “Said Manas and took a break before continuing with the theory.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“So far so good” said Vivek in honest appreciation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Sounds logical to me, but come to the point” Said Pralay in aloof tone<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well the point is that if a person has an affinity towards a particular element, he should be able to affect that element as well. In addition, the effect will depend on the influence and kind of influence. A fixed sign corresponding to power, a cardinal sign corresponding to guidance and a mutable sign corresponding to adaptation. Now how does the Sun and the Moon control air and water respectively? Well it is under a particular period when they are concentrated on the element that their effect is at its maximum. Thus if we wish to affect these elements we will also have to concentrate our energies on that particular element and take advantage of our innate affinity towards that particular element.” Said Manas with a finishing tone, Vivek nodded in understanding. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“And why should I believe this is practically possible?” asked Pralay in rather straightforward and impudent tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I knew you would ask this” said Manas mincing peppermint powder at his forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Next moment he flashed his hand, palm outwards (again the open pawed punching stance) facing Pralay’s face and a gush of wind blew Pralay backwards.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“WOW! It was strong this time” Exclaimed Vivek as last time it only blew his hair this time an entire healthy teen, that too as rigid and audacious as Pralay!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“How the hell did you do that? “ Asked Pralay in utter disbelief for the first time<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well that’s what we are here for, to learn manipulating our influential elements.” Manas said exuding the authority of a master.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“ Well My sun sign is Aquarius which is a fixed sign and fixed signs are responsible for Force and power and that is precisely why I was able to blow you away a few minutes ago” said Manas pointing towards Pralay.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Vivek is a Virgo and that is a mutable Earth Sign which means he can manipulate the element Earth. And since his is a mutable sign he can also create a bonding between his sign and other signs like Earth and Air, Earth and fire and earth and water.” Said Manas looking at Vivek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“And Pralay yours is Aries, a Cardinal Fire sign, which means Control. So is you can control the shape and direction of your element” said Manas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“The thing is that we can all create powerful elemental manipulations. Mine is focused on Power, Vivek’s focused on Elemental combinations and Pralay yours is focused on Shape Manipulation.” Said Manas “That's if my theory is correct”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">”So as per your elements, I have designed some exercises that will help you guys, however right now all you need to do is mince this peppermint at the center of your forehead” said Manas showing some powered mint in his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">After giving them both some mint powder, Manas went and brought a cricket stump, a match box and a candle from inside one of the cabins in the ruined stable. He dug the stump in the ground and placed a pebble on top of it. Next he placed the candle in a shaded area and lit it with the help of match sticks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“So for Vivek you have to concentrate as hard as you can and make this pebble fall and as for you Pralay, you just have put this flame off. As simple as that get rolling, guys and yeah one more thing, this is like teaching a kid the first alphabet. The real training starts after this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah we know it. This is as easy as stealing a lolly-pop from a 4 year old kid” said Pralay ruefully.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I think you have never stolen a lolly-pop from anyone” Said Vivek, considering the seriousness and the difficulty of doing it for the first time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #984807; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And so the first whole week passed without any result. On the other hand Manas was unraveling many untold things.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">THE TRAIL OF 12 SIGNS <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter 1: The Theory<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">PART I</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TDILJdcORgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-LydiLublVc/s1600/Walking_in_the_rain____by_Chobonaut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TDILJdcORgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-LydiLublVc/s320/Walking_in_the_rain____by_Chobonaut.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mom I am leaving” said Manas. It was 5:30 in the morning, for past 2 months Manas had suddenly started going out for jogging every morning and generally returned quite late. Though this was a good habit but it was showing adverse effects on his health and his mom was really worried about her son’s new habit of jogging. She was quite sure that there was something going on in his mind but what it was, She had no idea moreover she was sure that he was not going to share it either. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">‘<i>What’s up in his head, I wish he stays safe and returns back to normal soon. May be once the school starts again things will be back on track’ </i>Thought his mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">In the outskirts of a suburban Indian town, the mornings are generally slow. Time passed with real ease it feels like the whole world is running at an amble pace. Manas set out for a walk toward an old fort which was about a kilometre away from his home. Now this was his place, his open air laboratory, the place where he rigorously tested his theory. It was about 2 months ago when he was enchanted by this weird concept. Initially he had several doubts but as the time passed and he researched and experimented more, he got more and more captivated by the theory and got firm in his belief that what he has concluded was definitely gettable. Despite continuous and never ending failures, his trust in the theory didn’t seem to shake even the slightest bit. As he was jogging to his destination a brisk drizzle started and was over in a while. But Manas was in a different world all together.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">‘I<i> am really close. There is just some minor thing that i am missing. What exactly is it, everything seems to be so logically placed, this should work, either there is a problem with my level of concentration or i have missed some fine link in this ancient chain... Its gotta work, their is no reason why it should not work unless all the ancient documents are fake and myth and just creation of bored human mind.’ </i> With all these thought running and stirring through his mind soon he reached his place </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Brijore city’s fort was situated on an evenly spread and long flat hill with temples and small forts spread all over the hill, unlike one single castle Brijore’s Fort was a group a spaced out ruins temples and castles.</span><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">An old fort, the last relic of Rajput Dynasty which ruled Brijore (Manas’s City) for hundred of years, It will be an exaggeration to say it a fort anymore as it was nothing more than shattered ruin. However, the fort was a hotspot for early morning joggers but the crowd was generally concentrated towards the lesser ruined places, mostly the temples. At one corner of the fort was a shattered ruin that probably had been a stable for the king’s horses and no one really visited. This was Manas’s laboratory a secluded place with various shattered walls and lobbies surrounding an Open square, at the centre of which was an old tree. Manas went and sat right under the tree and focused on the wall in front of him, about 15-20 feet away. There was a Big Dark Circle etched out on the wall surrounding a thinner white inner circle with a Black dot at the centre. Manas had scratched this circle to concentrate at one point, this was a very essential pre requisite for his theory to work. Everyday he sat for hours in a meditative position, his palms wide open directed at his face and concentrated as hard as he possibly could but nothing happened. He has been sitting in that position for more than 30 minutes now but still nothing seemed to be happening at all. It has been like this for almost 2 months now, He went there sat in that position concentrating, believing that it will work but it never did. Just than a drop of water from the leaves of the tree right above him, fell on his forehead. The Next moment a gust of wind stormed his face blowing all his hairs straight up, for moments he thought his head will be blown as well.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“That’s it I did it” He jumped in exhilaration what was eluding him for 2 months has finally happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">‘Just what was I missing why didn’t it happen earlier?’ </span></i><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> He said to himself. To make sure that it was not a fluke, he decided to check it once again. He stood in front of the tree, moved his hands in an agile sweep, at the same time focused toward the centre of his eyes. After making sure that he has concentrated sufficiently, he channelled the concentration through his arms at the centre of his palm and opened his hands in a move that can be described as an open pawed punch. Next moment a jet of air blow the tree fiercely, shredding a heap of leaves flying all along with the wind leaving the parent tree forever. <i> <o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeeeeeeeeha I finally got it and now I know what was missing “exclaimed Manas in triumph.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">With happiness swept all across his face he headed back home. Savouring the entire way back home into his memories, after 2 months finally his experiments were over the theory he so fanatically pursued was not just a fluke it really did exist and worked. Once he got back home and finished his daily chores, he decided to meet his best Bud Vivek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mom I am going at Vivek’s place will be home later.” Said Manas and left his home in a hurry. Beside himself, Vivek was the only one who knew his theory but was more than sceptical of its success but as has been Manas’s debating skills, he was never able to defend his doubts on Manas’s hypothesis backed by facts and ancient literature. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Vivek!” Shouted Manas at Vivek’s doorsteps.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come in man I am in the computer room” ,Vivek has always been confined to his computer room, as far as memory goes, Manas could only picturise Vivek in his computer room with 2 chairs, One for himself and one for anticipated guest and a stool, rather a miniature version of a table to keep snacks. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Man it worked “Said Manas animatedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“What worked?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“My Theory it worked man it really did “said Manas joyously.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Which one of your weird theory man? “Asked Vivek rather more plainly. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Holy-Crap!, The one about the 12 signs. One backed with the ancient literature of many religions. It worked I can do it. “Said Manas with a look of victory in his eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“What! You’ve gotta be kidding me. It isn’t possible. “Said Vivek in disbelief<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“I knew you would say so. Just see this” said Manas rubbing some white powder on his forehead between his eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“What’s that now some magic powder?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ha-ha! Nopes man just minced peppermint” said Manas “ look at my hand carefully”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">He spread out his right hand gently and placed it on the stool between them. Next, he twitched his hand a few times, concentrated all his energies at the centre of his forehead and in a few moments air began to spiral between the outlines of his palm. In another few seconds, the spiralling air turned into a miniature turbulent typhoon. Than he released the concentration through his palms and blow the typhoon at Vivek’s face. The expressions on Vivek’s face and the direction in which his hairs settled were well beyond description.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wow! “ Exclaimed Vivek in disbelief<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“This is Epic, I mean this is amazing, unreal how did you do that?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well you know the theory and according to it I should be able to manipulate air as I wish, If only I had the will power or concentration. Right” said Manas “ But even after trying for months It wasn’t succeeding. Just when I started having doubts on it, When I began questioning what was I missing? I mean their must be some small thing. Something minute, a small miscalculation or probably I missed something and thought it was insignificant. When I started having doubt, if ever I will be able to fully decipher this theory, Weather the ancient text, which I blindly trusted, was even true or not. It worked, completely out of the blue, today while practicing that theoretical exercise of concentrating on a point, a drop of water fell at the centre of my forehead from the tree and all my energy and attention was focused on centre and than a gush of wind blew my face. So practically the exercise wasn’t wrong it was just that I was focusing on the wrong point, on the wall instead of my Third eye.” Said Manas with a grin followed by a pause, silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“ Now I want to check it with other signs as well and that’s why I am here” said Manas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm well I am sceptical If will be able to do it, It took you 2 whole months Man!” said Vivek<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ahhh don’t worry about it I have thought of a way and I know what mistakes I did so for you guys it should come in lesser time” said Manas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm as you say and what about the other signs?” asked Vivek.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well haven’t found anyone trustworthy from water signs but we will meet a Fire guy tomorrow morning at my Open-air lab” joked Manas.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Time for me to leave have to plan some convenient training for you guys as well as refine the theory for an easier explanation for Pralay”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Pralay is the fire guy!!!!, You have gotta be kidding me” asked Vivek in disbelief.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17375e; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah! 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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US"> This is a part of a mission initiated by Unknown :P, but passed on</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US"> <span style="font-size: large;">to me by my friend</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></span><br />
<div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://prernamunshi.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html">Prerna here is her version </a></span></span></div></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 14" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 14" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">SEVEN THINGS YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">1.)<b>I READ MINDS</b> : well it’s an innate habit of mine. I read people’s minds knowingly or unknowingly. I analyze their words their sentences their responses I analyze almost everything. Moreover, with time can predict the person responses and their opinions as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">2) <b>I Am a Flirt Who you can put in Gentleman’s category</b>: Well I am soft-spoken, respectful, and caring so as a habit, I behave that way with almost every girl. Many girls think that I behave that way only with them but I am the same with most of them. Not talking about my besties I love them and I have many gals who I consider my besties bunnu , tannu, srish, neelam lately api and all my sisters.( When I call someone my sister I value it and I mean it)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">3) <b>I am a movie Maniac: </b> Well this is something many of my friends know but considering you a general reader, I think it is my responsibility to state this as well. On an average, I watch 5 movies every week And most of them classics and critically acclaimed. I am proud of this hobby of mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">4) <b>I am a Naruto and One Piece Pankha: </b> well if you are not aware these are 2 animes , and I can go to any lengths to convince you that they are classics. Thanks to me ( :P) Naruto and onepiece have got many dedicated viewers and fans. Hails Naruto, Hails Luffy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">5) <b> I Have a habit of throwing away: </b> To be more precise there are things that I want I work an dedicate my energies to achieve them but just when I am about to achieve them I get bored of them and I leave them. Its like I attract them and when I am about to get them I throw them away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">6) <b>I am a Bad Son: </b> I love my family but not the way most of you do. I mean I try to love them I respect them a lot for what all they have done for me and they still do. Though my life is quite a bit restricted (thanks to my disciplinarian dad) but I know its for my own good. Its just I feel like a slumping share in whom the share holders have invested a lot and are still investing in a hope that someday it will give returns but the share keeps on slumping never providing any returns.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">7) <b>I blasted our kitchen when I was a kid: </b> Well when I was a kid probably 10 -12, I had this passion to become a scientist and I had habit of analyzing everything I can lay my hands on. And the only analysis I knew was Crush, Burn and Dip in Acid. So one day I got this shining stone ( I mean it was really shiny and translucent ). I wanted to check what it was so crushed it tried to burn and than I put it in a plastic bottle filled the bottle with acid( acid were common thing in Indian homes those days) and left it in the kitchen ( actually I forgot that I left it in kitchen). After some 20 – 30 minutes we heard a blast in the kitchen when we went their we saw all the walls stained with some yellow fluid. And acid spread in the kitchen ( it wasn’t concentrated). I got a beating but I was happy I thought I invented something :D.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">8) <b>Bonus point: I AM EXTREMELY LUCKY GUY-></b> I have had many close shaves with life. As kid once I ate DDT luckily dad saw me and hit my back so hard that I vomited it all out instantly. Than playing on bed I hit my eye on the edge and nearly got blind, I still have that Harry potter like scar above my right eye (thanks to stiches). Than one I had such bad influenza that the doctor said had it been an hour later I would have been dead. Than I get my left eye bruised near blind once again and another scar at my left eye. Now I have glasses guarding my eyes ( Ha!). Countless road accidents and never got even a bruise or a dent I might now be able to hide. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">There is so much that I felt like writing, well may be sometime else </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">There is so much that I felt like writing, well may be sometime else <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">And as for me I pass the baton to </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">1. <a href="http://www.theselfloveproject.com/" style="color: blue;">Dr Shraddha</a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p>2. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635" style="color: blue;">Prachi</a></o:p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-6297776106528127505?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-41901185187088182832010-06-25T07:55:00.000-07:002010-06-26T02:56:25.141-07:002010-06-26T02:56:25.141-07:00What a woman wants<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 14" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 14" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://www.pringoo.com/custom-designs/did-12871">Woman art @ Pring00 </a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TCTDLai2YHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oxk9-y_kKoQ/s1600/2144814-2-the-christ-s-one-hand-clapping---enlightenment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TCTDLai2YHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oxk9-y_kKoQ/s400/2144814-2-the-christ-s-one-hand-clapping---enlightenment.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Well it’s often said that Man are from mars and women are from Venus. For Man are considered to be violent and aggressive, the traits of Mars God as mentioned in Greek mythology. And Women are considered beautiful and elegant traits attributed to Venus in Greek mythology. But if you look at these same planets from the point of view of a science scholar, Mars is a planet far off from sun and hence on the cooler side compared to earth and Venus on other hand is closer to sun hence on the hotter side. Now this presents a contrasting definition of Human nature while specifying in terms of Gender. This is exactly how the Wants of a Woman are </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US">On a lighter note</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">They want you to treat them as equal but they want larger share of money and luxuries and lighter share of luggage unless of course the luggage is gold or other gems (They don’t trust man with jewelry)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Tell them that they get mad over small things and they will get mad over you for saying so.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">They don’t want to tell you much but they want you to understand everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Studies are any day more important than sports and extracurricular, they believe so and they want you to believe as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Spending a few thousand bucks on gadgets is a waste of money but spending double the amount on cosmetics is an investment.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">They don’t understand anything completely just by stating it one time and if you try to explain again it will hurt their ego.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US">Now on a serious note<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">They like to talk a lot but what is more important, they want you to listen and if you can smile once in a while you are a darling.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Let them take care of yourself, it’s in their nature and provides them satisfaction that they are holding their string of the relation perfectly.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Crying is their way of letting loose as shouting and abusing is sometime our way. So let them cry when they feel like crying, offer sweet words or remain silent but make your presence warm when they are crying. <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Communication is very important so at least give them a call or leave them a message everyday. Failing which, means their value in your eyes has decreased somewhat ( I know its not like that but they think that way)<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US">Last but not the least they are women and prone to mood swings so handle them with care <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US">Have a good day…<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Freestyle Script"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Mayank Rajput<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Freestyle Script"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> June 25, 2010</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Freestyle Script"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2010/06/23/what-women-want-indian-bloggers-share">Blogadda What a woman wants competetion</a> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Freestyle Script"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-4190118518708818283?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-69691085068105941552010-06-11T04:22:00.000-07:002010-12-18T10:24:09.064-08:002010-12-18T10:24:09.064-08:00The Upbringing - 1<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYadavs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Recently I came to know that a large part of an individual’s personality is developed by the way he spend his childhood. This led me to contemplate and revisit my child hood in a rather introspective and philosophical way. I decided to analyse every event of my childhood, my upbringing, my friends and neighbours and how they all affected me and my personality. This is how it goes...</div><div class="MsoNormal">I landed my foot on a hospital bed on 10<sup>th</sup> Feb. 1990 at around 10:06 PM, No points for guessing how cold it is in Gwalior in Feb. and that too at night I wonder how so many people managed to wait for my arrival. My family was and is an average Indian middle class family so childhood was not lavish and flamboyant. But it was rather different in its own way. We used to live in Sarafa bajaar at that time (One of the busiest place of the city) and My dadi (Grandmother, She really is Grand!>:D<) she straight away declared that we will have to shift Mankoo (that’s me!) is not going to grow up in this place with illiterate goons all around. And as you know that getting a new home is not child’s play for a middle class family hence by the time we moved to our new home I was already an year old, walking and talking guy (Mum says I learned both walking and talking way early compared to other children, I am proud of the fact, another testimony of my prodigal abilities)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TBIbozG_mkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CgQIm4_sjGg/s1600/18072009%28017%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TBIbozG_mkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CgQIm4_sjGg/s320/18072009%28017%29.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our New home (The only home to me best place in this entire world <3), well when we moved in here it was like a pearl in a wide open ocean. What I am trying to say is a home in a beautiful surrounding Gwalior fort on the front side and a flat hill on the back side with trees all around, but ironically very few neighbours (Just 2-3 and few distant neighbours). This new home was really close to my Mothers relatives so they kept coming to our home. And fortunately or unfortunately I was the only kid in the entire area So every one used to play with me as soon as I left someone’s arms other were ready to pick me up. I was made to dance to smile to run (Darn! I was a toy and believe me gals loved me :D).</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now to the other side of my childhood, Both my parent were quite young( in their early 20s ) when i arrived so no one really knew how to brought me up and than comes into the picture my dadi aka Grand mom. Dad went to office mom was a bit weak and busy with house hold work and dadi was busy with ME. I was a cry baby and she used to give me overdose of care (she still do). I was fed more than my tummy could handle Ahhh! No wonder I used to be a fatty (I guess no one is going to believe this, but yeah once upon a time I was a fatty)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TBIb3sTzSlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gk0YFG0qOa0/s1600/18072009%28007%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/TBIb3sTzSlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gk0YFG0qOa0/s320/18072009%28007%29.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After dadi went to sleep during afternoon forcing me to sleep as well that’s when my real life began i used to stroll in the open area in front of my home thinking (don’t know what I used to think, playing with imaginary friends as i didn’t have any real friends) throwing stones plucking out grass experimenting with my toys breaking them, opening them to see what’s inside) and a long list of weird things. An year or so passed this way and then came our first real neighbour The Bhargavs .</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">**** COMMENTS EXPECTED :D **** </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-6969108506810594155?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-56532073953224386392010-05-28T10:27:00.000-07:002010-12-18T10:22:10.950-08:002010-12-18T10:22:10.950-08:00The Toys of Cold War<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S__9hyfnBaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ymW3-M1uoRk/s1600/This_Is_War_by_kamusaquario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S__9hyfnBaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ymW3-M1uoRk/s320/This_Is_War_by_kamusaquario.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Many of you might have already read Iliad by Homer, one of the greatest Epic of all time. The more I try to decipher it, the more I get determined in my belief that the War of Troy was not just a war between the rulers of Troy and Agamemnon and his fellows. It was not just the grudge for a lost wife or the wrath for the loss of a brother. It was something more than this. Something behind the veils, it was a war of Gods to prove their superiority over each other. Be it Venus’s conspiracy to fuel the war or Minerva’s partiality towards her beloved son.<br />
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All the things said the above paragraph may sound far fetched or illogical to you but associating the mythical saga to current age of super powers that we live in you will perhaps get a better idea and the real intention behind the first paragraph of this article.<br />
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Who is God? He is the Almighty whose will is supreme. Every God has his following minion gods with a certain level of influence generally less than that of the almighty God. However, under the course of time, the minion god’s influence over mankind increases and then these minion gods start placing their bets for the position of the Almighty God. And thus begins the Clash of Titans AKA the War of Gods. Now being god makes you a public figure and you can’t simply come all out and display animosity. Hence what they do is they fuel a war amongst their followers and cold war among themselves. And the followers of gods who fight (Unknowingly of the intentions of their deities) are called the TOYS OF COLD-WAR.<br />
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My rather unconventional way of putting things may deem myself a nut head in your eyes but I will like to make it a bit easier now. Let’s try to understand all these things in modern context.<br />
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Mid 90s there were 2 gods in this world, preachers of 2 religions namely Capitalism and Socialism and Gods being USA and USSR. These gods gained enormous following. Capitalism which was a quick fire way to progress attracted progressive economies and Socialism which boasted economical equality was adhered by the low risk and equality oriented economies.<br />
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But the most common problem of the divine world arises, who was supreme the patron of capitalism, USA or the forerunner of Socialism, USSR? To prove their superiority the gods took up the easy way of showing a miracle to fascinate people<br />
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• Sending Citizens to space (Unseen kingdom)<br />
• Nukes<br />
• Wonders of developed world<br />
• Unseen luxuries<br />
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And many more but One did and the other followed and vice versa this display was leading nowhere and hence no consensus on superiority could be reached. And then the Gods shifted to the final resort: Using their TOYS OF WAR, their followers to display the superiority over the others and hence began the unforgettable Cold war Era.<br />
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• Cuban Civil war<br />
o Civilians backed by USA<br />
o The dictator Backed by USSR<br />
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Winner of the battle USSR<br />
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• Angolan Civil War<br />
o Civilians backed by USA<br />
o Government Backed by USSR<br />
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Winner USA<br />
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• Korea Issue<br />
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• Afghanistan Civil War: This time god himself jumped into the war and supported the minion from the back and was eventually successful in splitting and breaching the defence of USSR and thus finally resulting in the fragmentation of USSR. And hence ended the First Cold war that mankind witnessed with GOD USA coming out victorious.<br />
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PS: These days a few minions (India and China) have risen again and both have gained good enough fellowship. However they have not reached the pedestal of GOD but are certainly heading in that direction. And this has caught the eye of God, who as the history suggests, won’t let this happen easily. This seems like the beginning of another COLD WAR and who knows who will be the TOY OF COLD WAR. This time, it seems like Taiwan and Pakistan has both booked this position and many more seem to follow.<br />
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<a href="http://www.123hitlinks.info/" id="R2B94DE"></a><a href="http://www.9dir.com/">9dir Top 1000 Free Directories List</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-5653207395322438639?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-15410144229360215182010-04-25T06:19:00.000-07:002010-07-06T02:42:45.486-07:002010-07-06T02:42:45.486-07:00And They Part Their Ways... III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S9REkh6XoWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zdm_D3oD_js/s1600/sitting-alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S9REkh6XoWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zdm_D3oD_js/s320/sitting-alone.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Dusk was settling with chilly breezes giving way to an enthralling night. Everyone present In the College Was either rushing or staring at the Huge central Hall where in a few moment their last College party The Most awaited ‘New beginning’ Prom Night was going to commence. Unaware or all the chaos Ellen was sitting in the porch as far away from the crowd as possible with remorseful face as if everything is the life was lost. Once in a while when people passed her she forced a Smile on her face and gently Hinted them to stay away. The visions of 2 year log relationship still fazed in front of her eyes. Was there any Love ever? Or it was a mere infatuation of young minds? Doesn’t mater how much she tried to make herself believe the latter theory her heart always stuck with the former.<br />
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“ Ladieeeeeees And Gentlemen “ announced a deep and excited voice “ We Are about begin with the Long Awaited night “<br />
“ I Cant hear You “ ‘ than after a Loud round of cheering’ “ That’s How I like it” <br />
“Here we Go “<br />
“Hit it Bango! in gangsta style”<br />
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And The caravan of Song and dance began at full throttle<br />
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<i>“Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)<br />
Boots with the fur (with the fur……<br />
Next thing you know<br />
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low….”<br />
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“Now I've had the time of my life<br />
No I never felt like this before<br />
Yes I swear it's the truth<br />
and I owe it all to you<br />
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'Cause I've had the time of my life<br />
and I owe it all to you”</i><br />
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Song after song the night was rising high on tides. And sitting outside in the porch Ellen was shivering now the night was colder than she had anticipated. But all this could not deter her from antagonizing herself with the pain of lost love. ‘There is nothing worse than looking at the world enjoying happily with yourself having a broke heart’. Every changing song was unknowingly pinching her. Had everything been fine Jake and herself would have been the life of the party dancing like mad cows. Again! Jake. ‘<i>No I won’t think about him’. ‘He is not worth it’</i>. And she forced herself back to the cold self One that was never going to accept jakes apologies the one for whom Jake was past and dead. <br />
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“Hi Guys” said someone. ‘My ears must be banging‘thought Ellen.<br />
“Well I am not here to dedicate any song to anyone. Nor I am here to give a speech on how I love this college. I am here to apologize. Apologize to one and all, to each soul on this earth who ever unfortunately loved me.” Said Jake.<br />
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<i>‘Ohh! No he still thinks adventurously apologizing in front of everyone will do. He as done these things in past and I have accepted his apologies but what did they turn out into? No I won’t! Not this time’</i> declared Ellen to herself.<br />
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“ Ellen I Know you are listening to every single word that I am saying. And you have decided that you are not going to give it another chance no matter what. But darling please come in the hall” Announced Jake. Ohh he knew her so damn well.<br />
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<i>‘ I am not going there anyways’</i> once again Ellen declared to herself. <br />
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“I know you will not come, and rightly so. I have been such an asshole for treating you the way that I have. I don’t deserve even a pitiful glance from you for never giving any heed to your desires when you were always paying you earnest attention to my vague ideas. All I wish for is a Slap”<br />
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“ SLAP!!!” roared the crowd in disbelief and amusement.<br />
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<i>‘SLAP’ has he gone mad? Ohh yeah I will happily give him one</i>. And with this Strong feeling of Slapping Jake she fiercely rose form the bench in the porch and advanced towards the Main hall. <br />
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Meanwhile Jake was feeling relieved for all that he has said. He knew the only way he could forgive himself for being the way he was if Ellen could punish him for his deeds someway. Ellen was in the hall finally all the eyes turned from Jake to Ellen what was supposed to be a Prom night has suddenly turned into a mysterious encounter of 2 old cronies turned foes. Ellen with Rage flashing in her eyes moved towards Jake and in an Extent His cheeks were warmed by a furious touch of her gentle palms, Followed by a loud cracking sound.<br />
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‘SLAP!!’<br />
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He knew this would relieve him of his self guilt but he never thought that it would hurt so much. She really did slap him and slapped really hard. A flood of tears were rolling down her eyes. ’<i> I guess I should be weeping for being hit so hard. What in the world is wrong with gals.’</i><br />
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“ How easy it is for you for taking the stage and accept that You are an asshole” said Ellen in choking voice battling tears and a breakdown of emotion. <i>‘Ohh No please Ellen not now, not in front of all these people I beg you’</i> thought Jake but couldn’t say.<br />
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“You get slapped and people think that you deserved it. And you too think that you deserved it and now you feel all light again. Isn’t it? “<br />
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“ But what about me?” “ What should I do for making myself feel light” said Ellen her eyes were closed with tears not knowing what was going around. Not Caring who all were staring at her. She had it, Emotional Breakdown.<br />
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“ You have always been selfish Jake. Even today even today you thought about how to get yourself out of this misery of hurting me. Did you ever thought how to make me happy? How to get me out of this misery? I bet no, You didn’t.” clutching her eyes every word she said was pinching her heart like hell. In blurred images that she could rarely decipher she saw Jake getting closer. But nothing mattered. <br />
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“ You think that apologizing everything in front of people will make it all fine. Yeah it will but only for you. What about me ? I will still cry in empty rooms thinking about the old days grudging about why I fell in love with you.”<br />
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“ Ha! Like you will understand any of this no you won’t, You never can its because you don’t love anyone but yourself “Said Ellen feeling the weight of every word bouncing back on her. <br />
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“ Shhhh” came a voice in her ears <br />
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“ $%%^$^&” ‘ What as it ‘ She thought. ‘It can’t be. He never can’t ‘ She thought.<br />
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Opening her eyes she saw big eyes penetrating right through her soul but warming it like no other eyes ever can. Jake was at a hairs distance from her. His warm breath was fresh on her face. He bends forward and in hushed voice murmured in her ears. She felt a chilled sensation in her left hand as if a Steel sword had sliced her finger into two. <span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">“Will You marry me? </span>“ Asked Jake in a hushed Voice in her ears.<br />
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Ellen was queerly traumatized in utter disbelief.’ This couldn’t be. She threw a Glance at her left hand where a few seconds ago she felt a still sword slicing her fingers. There a platinum ring fixed with a small diamond shining in sheer brilliance was this really happening? <br />
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In an Instant She felt herself being pulled? His Hands were around her waist. And in moments her face was again warm with heavy breaths and Their lips locked she was blank of what was happening but she had a feeling that it was good when she came back to her senses she realized that life was about to change. He has finally taken up the commitment but wow she never expected him proposing for marriage straight away. This left her clueless for what to say? And about the crowd that had their eyes fixed on the 2 silly creatures in the mid of hall. Ahh well they never mattered for all that was happening was beyond words to describe.<br />
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<b>Even to this day 15 years after their marriage and three children in the backyard the memories of that day are unfazed and still bring tears of happiness in her eyes and a chilling sensation in her body.This is how they loved.</b><br />
<div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><i style="color: red;">“ Its about giving it a try<br />
And keeping faith through thick and thin.<br />
If ever there was true love<br />
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</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Freestyle Script"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Mayank Rajput<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Freestyle Script"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;">24</span><sup style="color: black;">th</sup><span style="color: black;"> April 2010</span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><br />
<blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-1541014422936021518?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-1215476473456981002010-04-12T02:14:00.000-07:002010-12-18T10:22:53.102-08:002010-12-18T10:22:53.102-08:007 to 9I remember the day when you entered the class<br />There was a strange feeling with in my heart<br />I didn't notice that it was love<br />But my heart was continously giving signals.<br /><br />I quarreled hiding my feelings for you<br />I smiled hiding my fantasies for you<br />I talked hiding my emotions for you<br />I wanted you but always showed <br />I am better without you.<br /><br />I tried telling you many times <br />What i feel about you<br />But every time i felt <br />This not a good thing to do<br /><br /><br />The day also arrived when you left me behind<br />you didn't even gave me a touch a of emotion <br />and said oh! dear<br />i was sinking in the ocean of tears.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-121547647345698100?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pratika baruanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-76413006011108457512010-03-05T07:36:00.000-08:002010-07-06T02:42:45.487-07:002010-07-06T02:42:45.487-07:00And they part their ways... II<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">‘BILLY CALLING…”</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Hey “said Jake in a low voice.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“ Where the hell are you Maahn if you don’t come in next 30 minutes I am shutting the doors spend your night somewhere else than” Said Bill, Jake’s best friend and room mate. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Yeah Maahn will reach there in few minutes “said Jake in a Low tone.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Everything’s alright? What happened?” asked Bill who expected Jake to reply aggressively to his taunting comments but was surprised by his submissive voice something he heard for the first time.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Nothing will tell you when I reach there” said Jake and cut the call. In next few minutes he was driving down the lane to his room. How easy it is for gals to cry and drown all the sorrows in the form of tears God is unfair I want to cry… I want to cry… and he tears begin sliding down his cheeks traveling down his jaw line and ending somewhere at his neck. He was standing at the door of his room.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Billy opened the door he was flabbergasted looking at Jake the guy who seemed to be so far away from worldly tensions whose main motive in this world was to have a fun time was crying. Crying at the door without even thinking about what this will do to his image (this he treasured most) without giving a damn about the world he was crying there like a kid who lost his most precious lollypop. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> “What happened dude “offered Bill without knowing what else to say.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“She left me. She left me all alone my love it doesn’t matter at all” said Jake breaking down and flooding tears heavily for the first time since he gain sense. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Easy Maahn tell me all that happened we will figure out some solutions we definitely will” said Bill still uncertain of what right words to offer to his best friend who lie there broken and shattered to pieces. But to his amazement this words did exactly what he could have hoped for Jake spilled the entire night to Him word by word rather say emotion by emotion and also told him about what happened a week ago.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“You are an asshole” said Bill in a clearly disgusted tone he definitely was disappointed on his friend. Jake was dazed by this sudden exclamation from Bill but to his well being this instantly brought him out of his break up trauma. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“That Gal deserves a secure future she has been with you through thick and thin good times and bad times. I hated her cause she took my Best friends time from me but than I was happy to see the smile she brought on your face more than that the care she always showered on you. I don’t mind saying I was jealous of you. But now I feel pity on you. How could you possibly let her go?”Said Bill with a force of hard words.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“ leave it Maahn I don’t want to talk about it. Is it necessary to talk about future when we still have some good time left with us” said Jake trying to defend himself where his insides knew what he has done.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“ Ahh great Maahn great you such a looser you will never except but as I friend I’ll suggest you to accept it this time its for your own good” said Bill aggressively yet sympathetically . </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“ Fuck You “ said jake and slipped into his blanket to fight a battle with his contradictory thoughts. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">After that Jake cut himself off the society he moved back in with his family removed himself out of all sorts of social gathering and even limited himself to visit college as less as possibly. He didn’t see Ellen for about weeks now the last time he saw her was draped in tears. Though he avoided her but every second thought that came to his mind still had her essence.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“As this you last week in the college tomorrow we will be having our New Beginning Prom Night “ announced the dean to a group of the final year students. Jake didn’t want to come but it was compulsory to attend. Unlike any other usual function Jake was sitting in the first row inspite of his legacy as a backbencher. Though he restrained his eyes were continuously filtering the crowd to get glimpse of Ellen. There she was dressed in black sitting in the same row as he was a few seats from the farther corner. There eyes locked Damn!! And next moment they both turned away.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“No I m not interested I may not even come there.” Said Jake putting her off while reaching for his car.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Maahn you’ve gotta go there and make thins up” said Billy on call.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Doesn’t matter you’ve gotta come else I wont go as well” said Billy strongly</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Well you’ve gotta go Billy this is your last chance to get a gal” said Jake attempting humar.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">…To be continued<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mayank Rajput<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> March 5, 2010</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-7641300601110845751?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-9111468695756197412010-02-27T10:51:00.000-08:002010-07-06T02:42:45.488-07:002010-07-06T02:42:45.488-07:00And They part their ways...<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">What began as a customary night for Jake and Ellen was turning out to be an eventful one and that too on a gloomy side. They were a few miles out of the downtown in a private lawn traditionally owned by Jake’s family. Ellen was standing there alternately staring and avoiding Jakes baffled eyes. At last gaining some strength she broke at the top of her voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Screw you” clearly disgusted this evening was nowhere near the way she expected it to be rather say wanted it to be (deep down she probably knew this was coming).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey chill Ellen why so serious honey “said Jake fabricating a giggle on an attempt to mitigate the scene on this grave heavy night.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do you ever take anything seriously? Jakes it’s not only your life this time. How long do you plan to drag it” said Ellen with tears hanging loose by her eyelashes? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ellen You know I love you what else do we need? “Said Jake keeping his voice as polite and as low as if a small kid talking to his angry mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“God damn it that’s not enough we won’t be in college forever. What after once we move out” said Ellen breathing heavily and her words breaking in between.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well there are still a few months to it we can work it all out. Trust me honey. You’ve gotta trust me” said Jake pleadingly to calm Ellen down.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“ Well I think you don’t remember you said the same thing a week ago than a week prior to that and so on. It’s been like this for months now Jake I am not a kid and I don’t like the feeling that I am taken for granted. Every time you say it so easily , every time I believe you blindly, believing against all the odds that you will really think about us this time. You will at least think God damn it. I am tired Jake. Tired of hoping against all hopes. You don’t know but you have gone too far away from me in your search for something that’s probably more important than the two of us. Naah, most probably more important than me. All you think about is you and your dreams. And I don’t find myself fitting in anywhere.” Said Ellen trying hard to control her tears and disbelief to what all was happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Give me a last chance please, for God’s sake Listen to me “<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Its over Jake”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Between you and me we should better move on with our lives and please if you ever loved me or considered me as a good friend dont follow me or try to call me. I am gone, I have taken my decision and I am not going to change it. Please leave my life please…” and she broke into tears no matter how hard she tried to convince herself this was not going well with her. She turned her face away from Jake and ran to her car with turning back even once and next moment she went driving downtown, tears flooding from her eyes but none the less she had taken her decision, Jake was past.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jake was standing there 3 miles out of town amid chilly western wind that was blowing his hair sideways but more than that, it had a few moments ago blown his heart away. He was unable to feel his own body. He was feeling as if he was slammed in the gut and a large portion of his soul was torn apart. For the first time in life he felt a complete loss of sense everything seemed ominous and utterly meaningless. All that had happened was so ridiculously illogical (as it seemed to him that very moment). To put it in one word the feeling was abysmally abject.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S4qjX_ZqkZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EzeThOAFwTo/s1600-h/separation2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S4qjX_ZqkZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EzeThOAFwTo/s320/separation2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Everything was so perfect a few hours ago. How the hell could this happen to him? But was it really perfect? Or he was just fool feeding his own beliefs of perfection, a fake pride, a fake hope and a fake sense of security to himself. At about the same time and at the same place and exactly a week ago, Jake and Ellen were lying on the garden floor staring at the endless sky with twinkling stars as if diamonds were struck in a coal mine. Their hands were tightly entangled, fingers gripping each other in a zigzag pattern. This was something they had been doing every alternate weekend since a year and a half ago, the time they confessed their feelings to each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“This is so beautiful and is as alluring as it can be every time we come her. It just does’t seem to loose its charm, you remember how long we have been doing this but its always so refreshing and romantic.” Said Ellen mesmerized by the beauty of that clear cloudless night. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah honey I can just lie down here and gaze these stars till eternity” said Jake attempting a cheesy line.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm ha don’t try these lines on me “said Ellen poking Jake by her elbow (why he always speaks for himself couldn’t he for just once talk about us).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Ouch! That hurts honey” said Jake “I plan to make this a star gazing resort “and he laughed on his own joke.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“What happened sweets “asked Jake casually noticing the disinterest of Ellen? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm nothing I was just thinking about something” said Ellen in a slightly disappointed way in the years they have been together what all they have talked about was Jake’s feats his plans ideas his philosophies on life. She was searching herself in this for more than a year. And with every passing day these feelings began dominating her thoughts. Was she even required in his life? Did she have a place there? Was her life supposed to be like a Doll of a successful guy? Was she loosing her own identity in Jakes wandering future? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey tell me honey what’s that bothering you?” asked Jake for the first time sincerely.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“It was just that” she paused for a moment “honey, college will be over soon, its just a matter of few months, then what? “ asked Ellen more to herself than to Jake.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hmm well we will enjoy our life for a while, then get a job and secure future etc” said Jake plainly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“That’s it? That’s all that we will do?” asked Ellen, conforming the same unemotional and stoic remarks she was used to hear from Jake.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“What else are we supposed to do “said Jake (I m just not ready for it right now).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well I think you know what I mean but you don’t want to realize it, not to me but to yourself” said Ellen more disappointed than irritated for she has known him for years and he has always been like this. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“ I need sometime to think Ellen, I mean we are just going to finish our studies. Life is just beginning and you know I Love you“said Jake assuring Ellen something that he has been doing for quite sometime now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I knew you will say it, this is what you have been saying since I started thinking about the future of our relationship. But its time you give a serious thought to it, please Jake at least think upon this for us “pleaded Ellen. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh k I would honey, definitely“ said Jake to lighten the scene and cuddled Ellen in order to wipe out all that has just happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S4qje_KNXmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XOOIRSVxjlI/s1600-h/France_Riviera_Nice_Watcher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S4qje_KNXmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XOOIRSVxjlI/s320/France_Riviera_Nice_Watcher.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The stills of that night were flashing like a live video in front of Jake’s eyes. He felt a sensation on his thighs (Damn! Even my senses are playing games with me). The sensation continued for few moments that’s when he noticed fireflies in his pants. Someone was calling him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey! How are you, sweets?” I asked.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hi! Honey I am fine, But I am really busy, can we talk after sometime?” said she.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yeah sure hon“ I said, and she hung up the receiver on my heart. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Hmm! She must be busy in some meeting with some of her company’s clients or maybe her friends must be teasing her with my name. That’s why she hung up in rush (Ha! Who are you trying to fool brother? She must be having fun with him). Naah! That’s not a possibility she won’t lie to me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“John!” shouted someone.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, Boss? “</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well we have a very important client waiting for us in the Malabar café. Go there and snatch the deal for us my boy”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yeah sure boss, you can bet on me “said I (just three more months and I’ll be off to Hawaii with my sweetheart and will start my own business).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
I reached Malabar café in 10 minutes. Doesn’t matter how itchy your company is but moving out in company sponsored Lamborghini surely gives your ego a boost. Malabar café was a large spread out place with all glass walls. You can see everything from inside out. There, on a table at one corner of the Café sat a young man with a briefcase. Frankly speaking, if he was that “Very Important” client, then hats off to him, Maahn. In my career as the Marketing Head, he was undoubtedly the Youngest “Very Important “client. The only one who wasn’t twice my age, but in fact a few years younger than me. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Hi! Mr. Andrews, if I am right?” I said, quite skeptically. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Yeah Maahn! So you must be that energetic marketing head your Boss boasts about.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hmm... Maybe “(Wow I never knew that).</div><div class="MsoNormal">“So let’s talk business straight away “I said, as I was in no mood to waste time (in fact my mind was not in work that day). </div><div class="MsoNormal">And then I saw through the glass wall a hummer stopped in front of the McDonald’s (didn’t I mention there was a Mac D right in front of Malabar café?). A gal in velvet Pink top and blue denims Jumped off the Hummer. My Angel... I can recognize her from a mile’s distance.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“ So you want to strike a Deal right away, Great Mr. marketing head Don’t u believe in customer relations ?” Humored Mr. Andrews (It sounds absurd calling him Mr. Andrews).</div><div class="MsoNormal">“ Ha! I was just kidding sir “(who cares about your deal and that company I want to stare at my gal all day long) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
A man in jaded green cargo and ragged brown jacket jumped of the driver’s seat of the Hummer</div><div class="MsoNormal"> And took the pink gal’s hand in his hand they went in Mac D giggling and gingering each other (Ha! You moron you can recognize her from a mile’s distance, what a bluff, did you forget she is busy in a meeting?).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“So how long have u been working, John?” asked Mr. Andrews to relieve my troubled mind.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hmm I think for past 4 years” (Nah! She wasn’t Jenny)</div><div class="MsoNormal"> “Wow! John man you have reached great heights in just four years. Impressive!” Said Mr. Andrews</div><div class="MsoNormal">“And you have climbed mile stones vertically a Young Turk Youth icon at such a young age” said I and I don’t know why, but I meant it. (Her noisy work mates must be teasing her a lot. I hate them).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Hmm Nah! I am just a guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth to a multimillionaire father who died of heartache a few months ago. Bing! The only son got in charge of business. I’m a Chairman who cannot make any decisions. My advisors make them for me instead. They think that your advertising company is best suited for branding needs. So to meet you is just a formality. That’s why I tried some arbitrary conversations to keep this meeting going” said Andrew (all the respect for Mr. “Very Important client” was gone in a flash. In fact I felt pity for poor fellow). </div><div class="MsoNormal">“ Oh! Great then! It means the deal is virtually struck” I enquired to confirm what I heard.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hmm yeah give me the papers” said Andrews, the multimillionaire looser.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
I offered him the contract papers (part of me still looking out of the glass walls. I wanted to get out of this place and make a call as soon as possible).</div><div class="MsoNormal">He signed them and returned them to me. Before I could get up and leave, he did it and left Malabar café. I came out of the café with a massive victory. I had just made my company proud by signing a multi million dollar deal (Hmm I think I should have felt happy! I guess I must have).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Hey honey, free now?” I couldn’t curb the urge of calling her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey who’s that? Loser again? “ Said someone in background.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey Darling, that’s David. You know he is jealous of you, chuck him. Tell me, how’s my baby?” she said. Every word was dipped in honey.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Your baby is kicking asses, honey. Just signed a multimillion dollar deal. Yeeha! “(Phew! It was just that David idiot. I get worked up unnecessarily)</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh that’s awesome, honey. So, where am I getting treat for this one?“ I could sense a wink with this one. I love her for her cuteness.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Don’t lie to that Idiot, Jenny “again that noisy David from the background I am surely going to kill him the next time we meet.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Would you please keep quite I am putting it down in a minute” </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey sweetheart, David is behaving really weird today. I will talk to you later. First thing I am going to do is kick him tight. Take care, sweets. Catch you soon” and she hung up on my heart, again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Hey Jenny, I left my bag in your home. Can you call that idiot and make him bring that bag for me? I left it near your bed. If I get any late, I’ll miss the flight. Your chit chatting has already made me quite a bit late.”<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Don’t call him idiot all the time and I can’t call him just to get a bag for me” <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Huh! Idiot? He is a loser. And he will do anything if you’ll say just once” <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Ok wait. I’ll try. But I won’t force him” <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Hey Honey, there is an important client and I forgot the contract papers at home in a bag near our bed. Is it possible that you can bring that bag for me? No problem if you can’t, though. I’ll manage somehow”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh sure, sweets. I’ll go get them soon”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I love you. I love you. I love you. “ and kisses showered from the other side of the phone.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Meet me at the airport I will explain to you later. Love you honey, you are the best“ and she delicately put my heart off before hanging the receiver on it once again.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey Boss, I need to go “</div><div class="MsoNormal">“John, just a minute son. We will be having a conference with the officials in head office. You may get promoted for the good work “and he winked at me.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Boss, I really need to go. Tell them that I am ill“</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Chances like this don’t come daily, son” Neither did she ask me for something daily.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Not a problem, Boss. I am young and opportunities will continue to come “said I and winked at boss. Next second I was in my Lamborghini and the next, I was in my home with the bag in my hand. Soon I was hopping my Lamb again, now on the road towards the Airport. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Behave in front of him for god’s sake. I beg you this time”<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“I‘ll try baby, but you never know. Losers inspire me to rip their ass” <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
I parked my Lamb in the airport and started my eternity long journey through the airport security. They think everyone has a plan to highjack a Boing 747. Just as I crossed the last hurdle I saw Jenny through a glass pane. She was there in Tight denims and Pink velvet top and she was standing with that “client” in jaded green cargo and ragged brown jacket. (What a coincidence god really does play funny games). I walked towards them forgot to lift the bag from the security. I tried my best possible smile but it was just not clicking. I wondered what’s wrong with me. What will Jenny think if I go with this face? Smile Damn It!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Hi Jen! Missed you a lot” I said, smiling.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey where is the bag?“ said ‘DAVID’.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh sorry. I forgot it at the security. Wait, I’ll get it“ I said.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey, don’t worry honey. I’ll get it” said jenny.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“STOP! STOP RIGHT THERE KNEEL DOWN ON THE FLOOR OR I’LL SHOOT”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
What in the world is happening? The security personals surrounded us from all the side. All of them pointing their guns at us.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“What did we do?“ asked Jenny, panicked.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“You did nothing. This guy did“ said a 6 feet tall bulldog faced policeman pointing his thick fingers at me. What in the world did I do? Is striking a deal with a multimillionaire loser a crime? </div><div class="MsoNormal">“His bag has 5 Kg Opium in it” barked that dog</div><div class="MsoNormal">“What!” I said, flabbergasted, “It couldn’t be.“ Was I trapped?</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No, it’s not his bag“ Jenny said, tears rolling down her pink cheeks .</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Before anyone could do anything, David snatched a gun out of the 6 feet tall policeman and grabbed Jenny by the neck, pointing the gun straight at her skull. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“If anyone moves, I’ll blow her head off! Give me the bag and let me leave if you want her to live” roared David. </div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey! Please don’t do that. Leave Jenny! Don’t drag her into this“ I shouted (or rather, I tried to shout).</div><div class="MsoNormal">He shot a bullet right through my left leg. For moments I didn’t feel anything, then a screaming pain ran through every neuron of my body. It felt liked my leg was dipped in molten lava.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Noooooooooh!” screamed Jenny at the top of her voice and setting herself free from that monster, she ran towards me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Amazed and bewildered by her reaction, David pointed his gun straight at her back and opened fire.</div><div class="MsoNormal">1…2 bullets went pass my left shoulder …3…4 through my abdomen …5 though the center of my heart piercing a life long hole through it. Before the empty magazine could make its sound, numerous bullets holed David’s body. I saw him falling down through my closing eyes. I was there, falling on my knees in slow motion right between David’s sieved corpse and Jenny’s flooding eyes. She caught me from behind and laid me on the floor.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“Why did you do all this for me? You never deserved this. Why? Why? “And she cried I don’t know why but I loved to see her cry. “I don’t deserve to live. you should have let me being killed “ </div><div class="MsoNormal">I adored her crying face for the last moments, before I closed my eyes finally.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Why damn it! Why? Don’t leave me like this! Please!!“ Her gorgeous face dropped a few tears on my withered face. Unfortunately, I couldn’t feel it. I was getting numb by every passing moment.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Speak up for god’s sake Please!”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I raised my finger to shut her lips. I touched her whole face with my numb hand. Unfortunately I couldn’t feel this as well. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
“It’s because <span style="color: red;">I love you</span> “</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was making my way through this unorganized mess at peaceful pace. Red back lights, Flashy headlights, Buzzing Horns, crossing civilians on a normal day you tend to ignore these entire things but on somewhat peculiar days like this particular one, you inadvertently shift your focus on the finest of these details. On my way back to home when, I was keenly observing all these intricacies, I bumped into an Old man. Instantly, I jumped back when I noticed it. He was wearing a Greasy Kurta torn at places. He had an untidy, long, grey beard and ruffled grey hair. He stood there spreading both his hands wildly as if he was about to give someone a hug of a life time. There was a beaming smile on his face and it reflected in his eyes which sparkled in exuberance and delight (though it was hard to comprehend what possibly could be the reason for it). He obviously was a poor fellow living a life of misery (his cloths made his condition self-descriptive) yet he seemed to be having time of his life. This sincerely puzzled me.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All of a sudden he started moving in circular motion still spreading his wings (At least he thought so) and the beaming smile on his face seemed to be plastered. Every now and then he said something in a strange language that probably only he could understand. That’s when I actually realized that this senile man had lost his senses. But as has been my habit, I began contemplating the thing MADNESS, and what exactly did happiness mean? The senile dude looked really happy...</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We all live a life fighting against things, small and big, to make our existence as convenient one. But, the toughest fight we have is with our Thoughts, our conscience. We set for ourselves rules and regulations. Limits and so called standards. We define a term called success and a term called failure, where the two are so strongly interlinked that it is not possible to differentiate between them easily. This is what we will consider success and it will be a failure if something goes wrong. Human beings as a species, have a knack of defining everything that comes their way (something should better be left undefined as it depends on the pursuer how he explores it). And in the process of defining things we stop taking life as it comes. Instead we waste our time reflecting on past and speculating about the future. And whenever we find something adverse with our definitions we are disappointed. As we always chase an illusionary happiness defined by our limits and standards we suppress the urge for momentary happiness. When our body continuously lives in the present, the mind either dwells in the past or the future. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That man probably lived his sane life suppressing the momentary happiness that life threw his way. He probably kept worrying about the future and grieving about the past. He may have hoped for a successful love life or a prosperous professional life (in short a successful life defined by certain standards) but things might have gone otherwise. Since he never lived in the present and when this illusionary success crashed on the floor of reality, his life all of a sudden lost all its meaning. Baffled by the reality and unable to accept the failure, he lost his sense of future and past and all that remained was a present. And the deeply suppressed momentary happiness now exploded from him like air from a fully blown balloon. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now you may say, Is this what happiness means? Is this what living in the present means? Well NO! Living in present doesn’t mean forgetting the past and neglecting the future. Your past acts as a guide for your future endeavors. In short it’s your existence. Where as your future gives direction to your present, it tells you where you are heading. But at the end of the day, things have to be done in the present with guidance from past and the outcome will be reflected in future. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The man that we are talking about has lost both his existence and the direction to live further so, though he may look happy on the outset, he has no idea what price has he paid for this UGLY HAPPINESS </span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was having a really busy schedule for more than a few months now. My body was growing weaker by every passing day. It was an evening I came back home and went for an evening shower all of a sudden each and every muscle of my body slacked. I fell down on the marble floor. Icy floor was burning my skin but all efforts to retaliate this cold pain went in vain. My eye brows were flapping wildly. Being unable to move a muscle I lay there on the steel cold floor watching still frames after still frames with my struggling eyes. Everything was getting blurred with every passing moment. Soon they were closed and it was all dark.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After a while the darkness began to fade and misty white fog began replacing it bit by bit. My entire life was flashing back in front of my eyes it felt like I was reliving every moment but I couldn't change any of it, watching it all happening in front of me, I was standing there helpless. This is when you realize the Power of death and how helpless we are when compared to it. It was like an aeon hanging between Life and death, heaven and hell, good and evil. And as I was helpless watching every moment of my life played again in front of my eyes. That's when I realized how much wrong I have done in my life. What fake saintly impression I had about myself just because I didn’t drink, smoke or do adultery.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The mother who cared for me more than anything else who looked after me without ever asking for anything, who was there for me on every single step that I take. But being a heedless son I never even bothered to express my gratitude and love to her instead when ever there was more salt in food or no sugar in milk I teased her as if she had committed a blunder. The dad who took pains to raise me up inch by inch, the one who worked hard every single moment to give me as lavish upbringing as he could? I cursed him for never looking after me for never having time for me. The Brother, who kept all my untold secrets and always stood by me whenever I needed him, I never let go, any opportunity to humiliate him.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The mist began to grow denser and denser now. It was getting darker and suffocating I could sense my self loosing the last of the strings. Just one last chance. To make it all right. It’s rightly said " When things are in abundance we don’t value them its when they rare that we realize their true value and meaning”. I know I am dying and can’t repay all wrong that I have done. But those of you who are still living why are you killing every moment??</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Josh!!"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My senses must be playing games with me. But the dark mist was shaken by these vibrations.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Josh! Wake up Son! For God's sake wake up"</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Where am I? In Hell??Or I have got another chance a second chance??</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> No, it can't be hell! My mom would definitely not be there.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That’s when I saw my mom's face tears were rolling down from her eyes. Earlier they were tears of grief and now tears of relief. My dad and brother stood there staring at me flabbergasted by the eventual happenings.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just than, after ages I burst out into tears. I hugged my mom as if it was the last time that I might be able to do it and we both cried. I don’t remember how long I cried. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But being a Lucky Idiot That I am.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have got another chance.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thank You God.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mayank </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">20 Jan 2010</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-4435109330239608383?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-40817020956026751572010-01-16T07:22:00.000-08:002010-12-18T10:20:37.736-08:002010-12-18T10:20:37.736-08:00The Way of Brothers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S1HWML6SUtI/AAAAAAAAATY/Hyxphy_EeeQ/s1600-h/mauraders1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S1HWML6SUtI/AAAAAAAAATY/Hyxphy_EeeQ/s320/mauraders1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well today when i went upstairs, Dad was there Bullying my younger brother. Cant tell you what satisfaction the heart of a brother gets When you see your brother getting bullied by parents( Believe me it cant be compared with anything else it just one of a kind feeling ). And When you are the one to Whom your brother is being compared and is getting his leg pulled. Its an amazingly profound feeling. You kind of cherish that still frame in which your Brother is Gazing at u in utter disgust ( " I'll get back to you Grrrr Wait for my turn !! You bastard ).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is when the world begin to think that these two brothers are made to hate each other. as for them you dont leave any single opportunity to show the other one down. But truth is completely invert of this situation. The brother you show that you hate Most in the world is always the one You can blindly trust. He is the one who knows your secrets more than anyone else. and to amazement unlike a sister who everyone find comforting and easy to share secrets . The brother is whole together a different species. You dont look in his eyes ( neither do he ) but you know everything( so do he). It dont even happen through eyes it happens instinctively.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He knows when you are talking to you girlfriend. How many girls are you seeing. How money you are spending. he knows everything believe me ( unless he thinks its not all important ). and so are you . you know everything ( Or you have so much trust on him that you dont care boud that ).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In simple words this Blog is About how complex is a relationship between brothers They are always behind your neck and they are also the one who are first to save your neck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pheww</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i guess this is too much shit over a silly matter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">lets save some for later .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ciao</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-4081702095602675157?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-14295001032543231572010-01-10T10:39:00.000-08:002010-12-18T10:25:20.550-08:002010-12-18T10:25:20.550-08:00The Life thing !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S0oa4MhmvJI/AAAAAAAAASo/1_mZhLb94eY/s1600-h/veronika.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/S0oa4MhmvJI/AAAAAAAAASo/1_mZhLb94eY/s320/veronika.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well to begin with, i will like to make it clear this not a book review instead its my learnings from the book.</div><div style="text-align: left;">every day we wake up do our daily chores go to college or office or wherever , have some fun with friends on silly topics. Sometimes we feel angry sometimes we feel sad at other times really happy. But just to be normal in this civilized society we live our life according to certain codes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">we like going out and shouting at the top of our vice but we don't do that as people will consider us mad . We don't go out and let the first drops of rain touch our face as it may look childish and we are grown up. We live our entire life building wall's around ourselves walls that help us stay away from the risks and pains of this materialistic world. and in the process we tune ourselves like machines performing same operation day after day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And as the time passes this builds an anxiety in our soul. it stats looking for something new And this is the Phase that decides our Life</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><ul><li>People either succumb to circumstances and accept the monotonous life</li>
<li>They decide to switch to <span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; white-space: pre;">temporary</span> pleasure and leads there life to unforeseen miseries </li>
<li>The third kind of people takes a Bold step ahead and look into themselve and find out what they really want and starts a productive and adventerous life that they always wanted to live </li>
</ul>However A very large majority opts the first option and big enough fraction ( which is increasing everyday ) opts for the second option and only a few manage to go with the third one . And they are the people who achieve true sense of being and Real Happiness<br />
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</div><div>Paulo coelho Through his works Always make us think an extra mile about Life and the way we take it and i always find something that was deep inside me resurface after reading his works</div><div>I hope You all will also find true meaning of your life</div><div><br />
</div><div>Life is about living and not existing</div><div>Happy Life</div><div>Mayank</div><div>:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848660047905766989-1429500103254323157?l=soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monk Avant Gardehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023503686231431754mayankrajput61@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848660047905766989.post-35785447598882158322009-12-05T10:10:00.000-08:002010-12-18T10:19:47.597-08:002010-12-18T10:19:47.597-08:00SHE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/SxqhgTjVBGI/AAAAAAAAASM/IesKwRgWcnQ/s1600-h/hjhgjh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkfPCqsqrN0/SxqhgTjVBGI/AAAAAAAAASM/IesKwRgWcnQ/s400/hjhgjh.jpg" /></b></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1d1b11; font-family: 'Freestyle Script';"><span style="font-size: 32px; line-height: 36px;"><b></b></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: #1d1b11; font-family: 'Freestyle Script';"><b></b></span><br /><span style="color: #1d1b11; font-family: 'Freestyle Script';"><b></b></span><br /><span style="color: #1d1b11; font-family: 'Freestyle Script';"><b><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%;">SHE<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">In this world adulterated with malice<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">It is rare that you come across something pure and unadulterated <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">In the grandeur of Sunset<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">She came across as a blissful creature bestowing all with unaltered exuberance and delight<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Her sheer presence could brought <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Frozen leaves melt to life Dead flowers to blossom again<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">She lived in a world, ordinary dreamt of<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">She had things going the way she wished <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">To put it she was content and advancing toward a larger goal<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Showering the way with her childish innocence <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Which may sweep you off your feet in an instance?<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">To the epitome of confidence that she was <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">The world never mattered all that mattered were few close ones <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">But as has been life and its basic fundamentals<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Every coin has two sides and her coin flipped, everything shattered<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">As has she been abundance of enthusiasm <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">She took it all with pride and elegance <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Shook it off and didn’t let anyone know but few <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">On the surface things were in concinnity <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">But inside the glass was cracked <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Form the surface people saw the beatific figure still spreading hope and happiness <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">But this was done on the cost of inner well being<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">What has remained pure in this debased world let the rotten stuff root in her?<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">But still the overpowering brilliance of her charm<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Resisted the fungi of iniquity to set place in her<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">The world became more and more displeasing <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Fighting it all she was still captivating<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">But an inner dam was on the verge of breakdown<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">The people whom she gave light in dark hollow world were out of sight<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">She was left alone in her fight<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Her innate strength began to broke <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Thoughts of giving up loosened her hope<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">All she needed was to realize a mere simple fact<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Who gave her this charm, this elegance?<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">What was the reason of her unparalleled brilliance?<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">The answer being <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">HERSELF<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">What changed were circumstances that are prone to change <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">All she needed to know was she could still be herself<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">The embossment of pride and virtue <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Intellect and confidence <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Knowledge and wisdom <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Happiness<o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632423; 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<span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: x-large;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ohhk </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So here the first piece of Shit </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The day Started of pretty fine had internals the one we gave was a disaster No issues at least file got complete</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It was at night when the chemicals of my brain stirred briskly </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ohhk so here we go </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">See this girl tht I hv been having a crush on for more than months now I really do like her a lot but than when I talk to her I behave as a complete nutcase. I just don’t know wat the fuck happens to me when I talk to her yeah most of the time I think I behave ok but when it comes to talking I don’t have any sub to talk on and I pick the weirdest and worst one MYSELF. I bug her quite a lot I think. But the fact is I like talkin to her.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In my entire life there hasn’t been any gal I have had hard time to impress largely because I never tried to impress I guess but in this case I do so knowingly or unknowingly. But I fact is I mess things up in the process. Than today I decided to ask myself wat I really want and wat I shud be doing and there’s when the confusion began. I LIKE here a lot I don’t have any doubt about the fact. I care for aswell whenever she will need me for anything if it be possible for me I’ll never back down or runaway. Ofcourse I don’t expect her to ask me for Taj mahal as a gift. But thn I thought is this something tht I do only for her. Nooh! I m like this I do this for almost any of my frnd. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Than wats so special about her. Hmmm thought! Thought! I gave it quite a thought.. No Darn Answers I guess its cz she is so full of life and has got that elegant ladies charm in her may be this is why. May be talkin to her relaxes my overworked mental muscles. I Freakin hv no Idea Why I </span></span><span style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LOVE</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> talkin to her.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And here’s where the problem begins. Do I love her ??</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What the fuck this gives rise to another Damned Question ??</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What the heck is </span></span><span style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LOVE </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">?</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: x-large;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For an Aloof kindda guy like me Questions like this easiest to answer when concerned with someone else and hardest ones when I m myself associated.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So as usual I had discussion with a friend not telling him why I asked this I Asked him </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">“ Yaaar Ek baat bata How do u know u love someone ?? “</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He said “</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmmmm”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> something tricky</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> dekh suppose 'x' ko tu like karta hai</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 'like'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ME:</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> yup</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> thn</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #c00000; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Friend:</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">toh if in case yadi tereko jab bhi tu ckhalimauka hota hai </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> ya khushi ka mauka hota hai</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> aur uski yuaad aa jae</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> dats means ur missing her too much</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> yadi koi uske baare mein ant shantbole</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> toh treri sanak jae.....</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> lekin tu kuch bole na</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> dat means u respect her alot</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> yadi kisi ne kuch usko bol diya...toh tera khoon khaul jae</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> aisi hi bahut saari cheezon ka combintion milkar hota hai</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> hamesha uski chinta ki abhi kya kr rahi hogi..theek toh hogi ya nahi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> etc etc</span></span></span></b><b><span style="color: #548dd4; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ME :</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hmmm </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The chat was mentally over here as I was looking for answers here</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">dekh suppose 'x' ko tu like karta hai</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 'like'</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmm Yup I think I do like her a lot She has got a composure and Self presence tht makes me forgot myself for sometime otherwise I m too concerned with myself. But thn when I talk to her I talk abt myself generally so she must be feeling tht I m so damn self indulged </span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Result -> I Do Like her a lot <3 </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">toh if in case yadi tereko jab bhi tu ckhalimauka hota hai </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> ya khushi ka mauka hota hai</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> aur uski yuaad aa jae</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> dats means ur missing her too much</span></span></span></b><b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmm another big problem in this God Damnd Life ( Though I love this world and life in my own way) we rarely have chances of real happiness and I hvnt experienced any in long tym so cant say if I’ll remember her in those tym of happiness. But yeah I do think about her atleast a few times in a day.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Result :- Still Confused if I miss her too much</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">K</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">yadi koi uske baare mein ant shantbole</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> toh treri sanak jae.....</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> lekin tu kuch bole na</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> dat means u respect her a lot</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmmm Well this is quite true though I take things Objectively but I don’t see any fault in her so I don’t like to listen anything against her.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Result -> I do respect her a lot ( this is something I never confused anyway )</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">yadi kisi ne kuch usko bol diya...toh tera khoon khaul jae</span></span></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmmm rather tough one Cause till date none has said anything to her but thn I m someone who never gets angry so if I’ll get angry if someone says something to her Hmmm May be I’ll get I can see myself getting angry but thn I m 100 % sure about it aswell as I don’t know if I can be angry as I hv never been angry </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Result -> Confusion </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">aisi hi bahut saari cheezon ka combintion milkar hota hai</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> hamesha uski chinta ki abhi kya kr rahi hogi..theek toh hogi ya nahi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> etc etc</span></span></span></b><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As a person wat happens around me rarely bothers me and I m like this I dunno why but thn I think if I’ll be </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’ll be too passionate a lover. So it’s a state of confusion tht I’ll think wat she’ll be doing right now blah blah frankly as of now I don’t think so about her tht “ Abhi kya kar rahee hogi” one of the reason may be I don’t really have time to think about this Yeah but I do think abt her “ like she has got such a cool attitude ‘ she looked well tht day, I shudnt hv said this , ishud behave this way, Why do I think so much abt her” and so on but not “ Kaisee hogi , kya kar rahee hogi . etc etc”</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Finally after thinking for so long I felt like I was banging my head on a wall with no result so I gave up afterall I m a complete nutcase but than I felt HOW CAN KNOW IF SHE ‘s THE ONE FOR ME UNLESS I TRY</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Another mess in my mind now How to do that should I do this and so </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">END CONLUSION</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I DO LIKE HER A LOT<br />
I CARE FOR HER<br />
I RESPECT HER</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BUT NO IDEA</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">IF </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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