tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48638969178154770232024-03-12T18:06:05.168-07:00Revelation of SortsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-20704887118111205292015-12-24T00:11:00.000-08:002015-12-24T00:12:45.737-08:00LIKE - LOVE - COMMITMENT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes conversations confuse, sometimes they just help
unwind, sometimes a clearer perspective emerges, and sometimes you just want to
scream and tear your hair.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Holding the phone and discussing a tangled heart is so difficult
when the right thing to do is just run over and give a warm embrace. Absolutely
no need to have words to say something right? But long distance friendships
sometimes need mid night chats, long hours of texting, the ability to
comprehend in chaos and sometimes just the ability to shut up and listen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Discussing matters of the heart, soothing the pain can be
quite difficult when you are actually not the one suffering and honestly even
the words “I Understand” are completely meaningless. Luckily for me and my
friend we thrash it out like it is our mess.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Knowing him and his bubbly heart for ages and seen him
struggle through highs and lows has been equally painful to me. But this time
the conversation was different. We figured why he would get into relationships
that seemed perfect and then somewhere lose the steam and not know where its
headed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We cracked down the code finally to figure the difference
between like, love and the big word “commitment”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Everybody has something likable. A pretty smile, fantastic
sense of humour, fashion sense, their scent, the list is endless. And men have
a whole other list. This is probably the start to being just an acquaintance, a
friend, something more or just end at a onetime conversation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But what takes it to the level of wanting to spend more
time, have more chats, getting to the not so obvious side of the person. Do we, with our raging hormones allow this to
even happen or do we just jump into a conclusion that we are in love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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For those who decide they are in love too early, the real
picture can be pretty heart breaking. We begin to see beyond the nice
conversations and the fantastic person we first met and it may not be as
appealing. Now what? Do we breakup and move on? Do we hold on and stay
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What is being committed? Mentally and emotionally loving
someone or something I guess. But can it be forced? No. So being in a
relationship that doesn’t make you happy or doesn't help you grow cannot qualify as a
commitment, it is dead weight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tricky words right. Let’s try simple - I could like an
occasional muffin, love indulging in everything sweet, or be committed to my
passion for baking. Or better, I could like socializing, love my best friend
and be committed to my dog as a companion over anything or anybody else because
that’s what makes me happy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The benchmarks could be different for each one. Have learnt through emotional drama over the
years that the trick is to just savour relationships as they transition and
when you feel like holding on to something or someone against all odds you are
already committed. Let your heart take over and you will know. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-52849706365670992002014-12-31T01:48:00.000-08:002014-12-31T01:48:36.607-08:00Making Way For The New<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A few more hours for this year to go by and countdown to
begin to usher in 2015. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Am sure the year must have been different for different
people. Successes and failures, losing a loved one to death or destiny or
finding someone new, feeling love, rejection, joy, contentment, greed, pride, ego and many other human emotions. Trying
something new, experiencing something magical.The year that is drifting away may have taken away the old
and made room for new or is yet to fill the void.</div>
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Talking for myself, this year has changed me to be more
adventurous, more open to take risks, more sure that an attempt is imperative
to know if you can do something or do it better. It has made me realise that it
is okay to be weak but essential to bounce back. A few painful tears sure do
make simple joys happier. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The importance of living now and living it fully. The gift
of having those few friends who live in your heart instead of just holding
hands. Knowing that seeing your child grow to a beautiful person is priceless. And
being around for those that need you making you feel blessed. And the biggest
lesson learnt is that only by being happy can you share happiness. Hence making
ME a very important part of my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am so looking forward to 2015. I foresee challenges,
successes, leanings and big simple joys. But I am also looking forward to
evolving, to moulding myself with time. I am looking forward to a new and
improved ME. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-33608261023298751902014-11-13T01:24:00.000-08:002014-11-13T01:24:28.022-08:00Recruitment Rocks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My first day as a recruiter. Following was my first mandate:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hiring for a Ship Building Company in Mumbai. Specifications:
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Now let me describe me : Ship Building = Greek. Lost,
confused. The feeling was more like me in the middle of the ocean. Get me a
ship to get out of here… eeks ships again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Simultaneously working on : Retail Sales for a Leading Shoe
Brand. Good Communication, Pleasant
personality and willing to join immediately (this reminds you of the standard
matrimonial ads: Bride wanted, tall, fair, homely and employed. Phew…. All is
Well! All is Well! Pacifying my heart that I will sail through this. Sail???
OMG not again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Puff Girls to my rescue. My mentors Amina Azad and Meenakshi Sharma. Cracking down the code and spelling
it as “Recruitment for Dummies” But sure enough every step was a learning, and
eye opener to the dna of every industry .
Understanding functions, organisational structures, mapping and the
devious head hunting strategies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well what makes this job fun is that that there is never a
dull moment. Each day is action packed
with highs and lows. Each day brings a new experience. Every meeting with a
client or candidate brings you closer to understanding the complex human
nature. Every interaction is a step
forward to the being a better recruiter.
The catch being that the learning never ends. The constantly evolving
business environment, the changing hiring patterns, newer avenues for talent
acquisition, all of this and more makes Nirvana impossible. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But who cares. Recruitment is better than Marijuana . The
kick is addictive and I so want to stay high.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-74723649074235225382014-09-05T00:40:00.000-07:002014-09-05T00:48:55.272-07:00Groom for Sale...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A lot can happen over coffee they say and yes this
conversation was quite an eye opener. A casual chat with two people, same sex,
similar age and well educated so to speak and strangely similar thoughts on
Dowry.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One was pretty vocal about how dowry is essential, somewhat
a gatepass to a well – to – do family. She even said that if she opts to marry
a groom of her choice, she still wants the money saved for dowry for herself.
Apparently, the very fact that her parents have been saving for her dowry since
her birth makes that accumulated wealth hers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The second seemed pretty shocked at the blatant opinion on dowry
the first girl had. She seemed more inclined to think of her parent’s welfare.
Having raised her, she thought it unfair that they would have to bear the
expenses of marriage plus the additional weight of dowry. She said that it was
their money and they had every right to spend it on themselves. Unfortunately
she ended that warm thought with “kya kare, shaadi ke time pe yeh sab karna
padta hai”, <o:p></o:p></div>
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A little digging deeper gave me a realisation that dowry has
evolved from being wrapped up in the garb of “gifts of love” given to a parting
daughter to an MOU for marriage. Demands ranging from cash, gold, silver to
property, cars and even investments. Demands not only come from the groom and
his parents but also from their immediate and distant family not forgetting the
people who play mediators in the groom/bride finding process.<o:p></o:p></div>
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No wonder the birth of a girl in most parts of India is not
a celebrated affair in comparison to a boy. Maybe the joy of wealth to come in
the form of dowry in the distant future is enough to make the family happy or
probably the relief of not to having to save for dowry which obviously
increases with inflation. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Such is the plight of India. Putting a price tag on a groom
(can be called commodity in this case) and relinquishing ownership of the purchase as well. Its
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dowry has evolved rather than dying a natural death in a so called progressive
society. With the younger generation also passively in favour of dowry, the
vicious cycle never ends. But I am still hopeful. Hopeful because I know of some who have and
many more brave hearts who will step ahead and make a change, beginning with
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-68976997687953191672014-04-22T23:26:00.000-07:002014-07-21T03:42:28.314-07:00Game Changer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Recently I received a message
talking about a political leader with a non tolerant attitude towards religious
conversions and how the entire Christian community should come together and not
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inputs using every media possible to influence your decision, to win your
precious vote. But sit back, think, analyse, check whether these influences
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Picking from the SMS I have
received, I could be labelled anti Christian but what has religion got to do
with choosing right governance. Why can’t people be objective and leave
religion, caste aside and use common sense.
I am an avid reader and have compared news current and back tracked.
This person may be intolerant towards religious conversations (when God is one
how does it matter if I am Hindu or Christian) but is growth oriented,
futuristic in his approach - something which India as a country really needs.
His claim to fame is the work he has already done. Other political parties
started out with a venture to clean corruption and have done things that are
contrary to what they stand for. Some others may have secularism as a shield
but have ruled for long enough to be complacent, corrupt and have complete
disregard to the needs of the common man. Only to wake up, pass a bill to keep
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When a celebrity is forthcoming
to bring forward information about people who stand for elections, their
history of crimes and politics being more of a milking cow to accumulate assets
and be in power, we are taken aback. Shouldn’t the people who claim to want to
be in public office have a legacy of good public work done and at least have
impeccable integrity to be held responsible for post of running the country.
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Many who we haven’t heard off in
the last five years will come knocking at your door, smiling, asking for your
vote, committing growth and making unrealistic commitments, giving bribes in
cash and kind. Each Indian today is a game changer. Our responsibility to the
nations lies in us taking a well informed decision and choosing someone who
makes positive change a reality and adds pride to us being Indian.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-10511493259683154782014-03-24T23:59:00.004-07:002014-07-21T00:59:15.754-07:00This Is It...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the couch. A heart still aching, still mourning loss, still wondering if it
could have been different if I could still stay the same. But I have a job to
do and the lady on the recliner next to me dwells in thoughts, is lost to
memories. I gently cough letting her know of my presence. She sits up and tries
to compose herself. Obviously she is here because she needs help, because she
prefers to listen to the advice of a so called specialist. But she knows her
life better, has seen and experienced it firsthand. Then why does she need me. Can’t
she think objectively and sort her own issues out. Is she confused whether to
listen to her mind or sway in the direction her heart takes her? Why does she
need to pay a complete stranger for hearing her out? My own job makes me look
like an opportunist, feeding off the weakness of others, sneaking into people’s
private lives and pretending to be a master solution provider. But it is my job
and today I cannot escape it. This woman
looks pale, eyes red and moist; obviously she has cried herself to sleep a
couple of nights. She seems to have been hurt, a feeling I identify with. I
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Lisa : (She breathes in…. and
then forces out all that has built up within her) Me, I think I am not capable
of keeping relationships. I feel I love too much, give too much but I do feel I
need to be loved too. Is it wrong to expect the same love and care in return? Why
is it that love changes? Why can’t both work towards keeping the relationship
alive? Why is it that if I want to be part of his life, I am needy and
insecure? I love to be pampered too, be on the receiving end of surprises, to
be his one and only. Why am I to always be available and can never expect a
soulful conversation? I don’t want fancy dinners or expensive gifts. Why is
love all about the newness, the adventure and not about commitment and responsibility?
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war within that I have been battling. I feel like my voice is lost. I want to let go and tell her that she is not
alone. But I can’t. I am bound by a profession that doesn’t allow me to attach
emotionally to my patient. But If I do, I will be stripped naked, be
vulnerable, vulnerable to her judgement of me and whether I am capable of
helping her. I try hide, to be rational. I look at her as an observer and help
her through this phase. A phase – This is it.)</div>
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her break down has allowed her a release to her feelings locked up deep inside
her but she is probably pondering, wondering whether she came here for questions
or for answers to her confused state. She nods but her body language shows
resistance)</div>
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<br /></div>
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Me : When you loved, you loved
selflessly. Then are you upset that the same was not returned to you in the way
you wanted it? Why did you expect someone to love you when that someone has
every right to decide about their lives and who they would like to be with? Why
did you let go of yourself when the only person who can keep your life and
happiness together is you? Remember the choice is always yours. When was the
last time to spent time for you? Did something exciting? Engrossed yourself in
your favourite book? Danced to music that touched your soul? Made time to head
to your favourite getaway? Did things that truly make you happy? All you are
feeling right now is passing phase. It is all temporary, the pain, the hurt,
the loneliness. It will last only till you hold on. Let go. Let time do the
healing. </div>
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<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<b>(She is speechless. She has made
her man her whole world. Nothing beyond him has room in her life anymore. She
lost the person she was and yet her eyes shined like all was found. It seems a
realisation has dawned, like all her questions no longer haunt her. The
relationship she gave her life to ceased because she as a person ceased to
exist. Her man loved her warmth but could never secure her with his love,
shared his dreams but did nothing to help her fly, touched her body but never
caressed her soul. She stands, walks to me and hugs me with a smile. As she
walks out the door, she leaves me there to wonder if she was God sent. I found
my answers in her questions. And in probing her I found myself.)</b></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-66257406326488156502014-03-11T23:47:00.000-07:002014-07-21T00:59:15.762-07:00The Best Gift Ever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyyo3QWQ5Mo/UyABV78HAiI/AAAAAAAABSY/iju90lgURBc/s1600/beautiful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyyo3QWQ5Mo/UyABV78HAiI/AAAAAAAABSY/iju90lgURBc/s1600/beautiful.jpg" height="398" width="400" /></a></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>I have dreamed of a
walk on <span style="text-align: left;">a moonlit night</span></b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>My feet leaving a
trail on the sands</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>The waves rushing to
kiss my toes</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>And the familiar
warmth of your hands</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>I have dreamed of
dancing to music</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>Every bit of me alive
to love</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>Oblivious to the
stares of the world</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>And the winks of the
stars above</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>I have dreamed of an
embrace so tender yet strong</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>The fire of a
passionate kiss</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>The look of love
shining in your eyes</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>A feeling of romantic
bliss</b></div>
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<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>I have dreamed of
singing Annie’s song</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>A duet with only you</b></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>You read my mind, my
heart, my soul</b></div>
<br />
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<b>And made my dream
come true.</b></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-68523508806137812292013-03-04T01:09:00.001-08:002014-07-21T00:59:15.766-07:00Unspoken Conversation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She looks at me with questioning eyes. I can tell that she
has cried herself to sleep for many nights. Her eyes seem to reflect pain. She
has been fighting a battle inside her for so long. She is tired and has no
resting place. All she wants is comforting arms and comforting words. And although
no one can ever understand her more than I do, I still can’t help her. I know
she has finally pulled herself together to look into my eyes. It does take a
lot of courage to face someone who knows you completely, your weakness, your
emotions, your deepest secrets. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I am hoping she says something and breaks this deafening
silence. And finally she speaks. “Why me?”, ‘Why am I to bear this pain and
heartache, while the one who has caused me this pain seems so untouched by the
agony?” Oh a myriad of emotions reflect on that once smiling and ever cheerful
face. There is sadness, hurt, anger and the question “Why me?” I feel so
helpless, so wasted. Why can’t I reach out and just hold her hand and tell her
that this pain won’t last, the heartache will heal and she will find love
again. Because deep in my heart I know just as she does that the scars will
stay. Her life has been irreversibly changed. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I remember not long ago how blissful she was when she felt
love blossom in her heart. She stayed away from it deliberately knowing that
she couldn’t love anyone as much as she did years ago. But now it was
different. She had hands of that someone special she knew would hold on for
what she called “Forever”. Little did she know that the winds of change and the
fragile will of her loved one would bring her world shattering down. The once
smiling face was now painted with darker hues.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I try to stare into her eyes hoping she will hear my unsaid
words. I tell her that she is lucky to find love again. To know love and feel
it in all its purity is a blessing. Unlucky is the one who couldn’t hold on. My
eyes tell her to make this love her strength. To know that she is capable of
loving fully, strong to face the coldness of a person and yet know that she is
stronger to face the world even if it be alone. Her love being true can bring
back her lost love if destiny wills. If not, the knowledge that she is strong
enough to love so passionately sets her apart especially when love nowadays is
misunderstood with affection, infatuation, lust or just a fling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I think she reads me. I see her wipe her tears. I see a
will, a will to survive. I see a determination to be strong again. Maybe our
wordless conversation finally has made sense. I am glad that I did not lie to
her, I just couldn’t. And as she walks away, she turns back, looks me in the
eyes, smiles and says “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the toughest one of
all?”. I can’t help but smile back and in silence say “You my Darling, You”. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-8495586559934638052013-02-25T20:17:00.000-08:002014-07-21T00:59:15.773-07:00The Faith Song<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<br /></div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WD-fnqOy16M/USw2LySMXLI/AAAAAAAAATc/oFAe0XxNsGk/s1600/freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WD-fnqOy16M/USw2LySMXLI/AAAAAAAAATc/oFAe0XxNsGk/s1600/freedom.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Its over, Its gone, It time to move on</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Pull myself together and be again strong</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
It’s the lowest I will ever see myself again</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have to fight back and heal this awful pain</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have to remember this isn’t the real me</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I need to look forward and set myself free</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
This is the time the moment is here</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
To spread my wing, fly & face my fear</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have been through and I have seen it all</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
In darkness I have stumbled but its time to stand tall</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have fumbled for answers and questioned my faith</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have to move on there is no time to wait</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
The heartache will stay and the scars will remain</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I will not forget my tears that rolled down in vain</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have to venture out into the skies so blue</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I have to overcome and begin anew </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-77414379612784003972013-02-21T20:51:00.000-08:002014-07-21T03:42:28.327-07:00Cravings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vTO8Y2uFOc/USb4jlqe6QI/AAAAAAAAATM/ADucx2cLLTc/s1600/freiends+and+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vTO8Y2uFOc/USb4jlqe6QI/AAAAAAAAATM/ADucx2cLLTc/s1600/freiends+and+food.jpg" /></a></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
There are some who eat to live and there are those who live
to eat. I proudly belong to the second category coz I love to frequently
indulge in gluttony. Food is and will always have a special place in our lives.
Birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, celebrations big and small are incomplete
without delectable delights and what makes it special is sharing it with the ones
we love. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
It’s a foodie’s dream to have a seven course meal -
apetisers, soups, sorbets, fish, meats, mouth watering deserts with fine table
service. (Snap me out of this quick….. pls!!!). Hmmmm fine dining may be a
luxury but who says that good food only comes with white glove service and an
inflated bill. Any true Mumbaikar knows that street food is an essential to a
food lover’s diet. Be it the Indianized Chinese, South Indian spread, sandwiches
or local wada pav. Street food sure makes binging more affordable.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
The best part of being a foodie is that we create memories
with the people we grab a bite with. I can never forget the fun I had with my
besties eating Kheema Pav at Metro Café, fish fingers and chips at Mondegar’s,
Chicken wontons at Leopold’s, Chicken Chilly at Gokul’s, Chicken Crispies at
Café Churchgate, Pav Bhaji at Liberty, Kebab Platter at Delhi Darbar, Sizzlers
at Kobe’s, Sandwich near Nirmala Niketan, Burgers and McDonalds and the latest
Chicken Koliwada on Eid. I could go on and on. Please note I am not endorsing
any restaurants. They are just my favourite foods, at favourite places with my
favourite people.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
So while I hope to continue pampering my taste buds, I wish
everyone a great palate and great pals. Cheers!!!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-60409556007608433102013-02-11T23:37:00.001-08:002018-06-26T06:15:47.256-07:00Forever Mine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I never wished for gold and silver</div>
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I never wished for fame</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I only wished to make beautiful memories </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
And my love to call my name</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I never wished for candle lit dinners,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Or sipping fancy wines</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I wished to cook up something special </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
For that someone who truly is mine</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I never wished for a luxurious home</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
or a drive in a fancy car</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I only hoped for long walks together</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
And to wish upon a star</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I never wished gifts and roses</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
To reaffirm your love</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I always knew to you I’m special,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
You were my gift from up above</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I never wished for happy days</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Filled with rainbows and sunshine clear</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
For me my days were brightened up</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
When you my love were near</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
I never wished for tears and heartache</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
And to lose my love to time</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
All I wished were that my simple wishes</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Forever could be mine</div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-82124733360499724562013-02-06T21:33:00.001-08:002014-07-21T00:59:15.770-07:00Crushed<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A silent blow, A soundless shatter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A million pieces strewn around</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The wound is deep</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">An invisible bleeding</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The mind all mangled in memories of past </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And the pain of present</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This wasn’t meant to me, I repeat to myself</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was a perfect union of mind, body and soul</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yet it is no more</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A silent blow, A soundless shatter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A straying tear on my cheek</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">An unexplainable hollow</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A sting and throbbing ache</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How I wish I had not let my heart go</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And had kept it in shackles of steel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But then in the guarded fortress</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I’d never know what true love feels</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A silent blow, A soundless shatter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And pieces of the my heart in a disarray</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I know I have felt love </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But I wish I could share it with the one </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Who made me blissful like a child</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But now has crushed me inside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Will I ever be able to pick up all the broken pieces </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Will it ever mend again and be whole</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And how will I ever fill my empty soul</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A silent blow, A soundless shatter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And now my world will never be the same again…</span>….</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072702305307954417noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863896917815477023.post-76717398383194127562013-02-05T03:53:00.000-08:002014-07-21T03:42:28.324-07:00Its Not A Guy Thing<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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A zillion wheels heading in the same direction. The dust,
heat, the thump, the adrenalin rush when you hear a Harley Davidson vrooooom.
Not a regular girl’s choice of place to spend the Sunday evening but I was more
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Thanx to my buddies Anthony, Ivan and Mevrick I was able to
step into a man’s territory of mean machines and treat my eyes to Harley
Davidsons and Royal Enfields. To have so many Pre war and Post war bikes to see
was amazing, not forgetting the antiques which were absolutely breathtaking.
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The movie arena had documentaries playing of bikes with
their historical designs to present frames, bikers sharing their experiences of
long rides and custom designing their rides. The endless amount of safety gear,
snazzy shades, boots, leather jackets, accessories etc were jaw dropping. </div>
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The sport arena had Full Contact Tournaments happening with
tough men, flashing their muscles and beating the hell out of their opponents.
Just to let you know Full Contact allows any move against any part of the body.
And I am sure only a man of steel would venture into the ring.</div>
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Three contenders vied for the Best Custom Bike Manufacturer
and I met another man with passion Adil Dumasia of Transfigure Custom House.
Ours was an instant bonding with Mumbai & bikes being a common connect. His
custom bikes are built from scratch in 23 days flat. His use of molded brass in
the design was exceptional, the internal wiring system, the dual chain, engine
design, the gear lever and the gold plating made this baby priceless. Obviously
he had my vote. And by the way this machine will be auctioned off to the
highest bidder on his website www.transfigurecustomhouse.com</div>
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The circuit had owners flashing torque and their passion for
wheels. And the best part of the event was the Harley Davidson tent where I was
face to face with my dream devil – Fat Boy Special and also had the opportunity
to mount it. The evening ended with us picking souvenirs and enjoying music. Never
for a moment did I feel that I was encroaching into a domain reserved for the
stronger sex. My guy friends were amazed at how the wheels drew us closer. I
transitioned from being a gal pal to a bindaas buddy. I must say that women
bikers are few in number but the fraternity is such that if you love the
machine the guys are more than welcome to have you aboard. </div>
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Ooooh!!!! The thrill of catching
the eye of a cutie or suddenly finding an old crush online or even better
finding an instant connect with a complete stranger. The butterflies, the
sudden warmth at the sight of a ping, the exchange of little details, wanting
to know more and the willingness to reveal oneself. Okay now…. This is the
process that runs in the mind of a woman.</div>
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The man’s end is a little different.
A guy always wants to put his best foot forward. Flash an exciting career, an
adventurous streak, and interesting hobby or if nothing else appeals – a hot,
sizzling look. Basically anything to keep the woman hooked. Sometimes none of
the above may be real</div>
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Same applies for a first date. A woman
would pick the best out of her wardrobe, maybe even shop for a little newness
and definitely smell exotic. A guy on the other hand would indulge in beg,
borrow or steal (by steal I meant steal ideas from a Mr. Popular on how to get a
girl).</div>
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At a date a woman is always
twinkle eyed, focusing 100% on the guy she is with, completely engrossed in
making good conversation. Whereas a guy compliments the girl on her dress (even
if she looks f** in it), her sweet scent (even if it suffocates him) and yes
the roving eye. A guy never misses to catch the glimpse of another woman even
if he is with a pretty angel.</div>
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A woman hopes that the date end
with her guy escorting her home, a warm kiss and a promise to meet again. The guy
on the other hand focuses on the bill, hopes for a kiss, koffee and more…</div>
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I do believe that there are
exceptions coz I have seen some genuine men and material girls too. But most of
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