tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30875536866168268742024-02-19T03:56:50.023-08:00Whispers in the windDroplets of thoughts, imaginations and fantasies......Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-11600650700970671652015-10-26T04:06:00.001-07:002015-10-26T04:06:20.099-07:00Is it difficult to make new friends as you grow old?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember discussing this with a friend of mine.<br />
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How many of us are quick at making friends?<br />
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And how many of us find it difficult to talk to new people and include them in our lives?<br />
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<b>Was it easier to make friends when we were kids or is it easier now? </b><br />
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When we were kids all we wanted was someone with whom we could go out to play at any time of the day. We needed someone who was capable enough to pull us out of our study hours and sneak out to have some fun.<br />
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As we stepped into our teens, we started looking up to friends who stood by us when we needed a shoulder to cry and hear our tantrums. Sometimes, these were the same who were with us in our childhood and sometimes we made new ones.<br />
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<b>A friend later and after:</b><br />
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But as we started working and facing the whole new world, our thoughts changed. We started realising that friendship was much more than what we had ever known. We started looking up to those who were happy when we were happy and were sad when we were not in the best of our moods.<br />
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We started judging people and were sometimes hurt by those whom we once felt were our closest friends. As kids, we never judged anyone. There was never a preconceived notion about relationships. The one who shared his lunch or pencil box was our best friend. We didn't have a description of how our friend should be.<br />
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As we grew older, our expectations from our friends increased. We wanted them to be more than what they were before. And as expectations increased, the ones who understood and stood beside remained and the ones who didn't, left us.<br />
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After a certain period in life, we know the kind of people we wish to live with and sometimes do not want any more acquaintances of accomplices in our life. There comes a point of realisation when we find it difficult to trust in the new people who enter our life and hence, we become slow at making new friends.<br />
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But, you never know when you may land up meeting a kind friend in your life. So always keep yourself open to new friendships. It may bring with it a lot of answers to your unanswered questions.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I regretted watching this movie in 2D. But I'm happy I watched it in the big screen. Joseph Gordon-Levitt starrer, "THE WALK" is one of the finest movies made this year. Directed by Steve Starkey, the 123-minute account<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;"> of a French high-wire artist </span>Philippe Petit<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">'s walk between the Twin Towers of the </span>World Trade Center<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;"> on August 6, 1974, cannot be missed. Steve Starkey's <b>"ForrestGump"</b> is undoubtedly one of my favorite movies of all times. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All that Philippe wanted to do in life was to walk on the wire. His life revolved around the places where he could tie his wire and walk on it. Much to his father's chagrin, he leaves his home at a young age, to learn about his dream from the famous Papa Rudy. When he sees the picture of the World Trade centre for the very first time in a magazine, he knows what he was going to do. When he discusses his dream with Annie, he knows that she might think of him as a mad-man. If you have a dream that will make you mad in front of people, nevermind. You sometimes have to be crazy to make a mark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the day of the walk, Phillipe faces a number of hurdles. The first being the way he is stopped near the elevator for hours. The time he spends with Jeff under the sheet, the number of times he escapes being caught by the security personnel and losing his costume are the other hurdles that he has to cross before he starts his final walk. He even loses two members from his coup. But he does not give up. He stays strong and focused. He is obsessed with his dream and he is ready to face even the worst nightmare in order to taste success. His determination is tested when a dove comes close to him. He is on the wire, looking at the sky. For once I felt that this was it. But I guess the dove turns away when it does not find fear in his eyes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Annie, Jeff and Jean-Louis stand by Phillipe all the way from Paris to NewYork. The two friends, that he meets in NewYork also stand by him. But, at the last minute when Phillipe really needs his coup to stand by him, two other leave his side. On the other hand, Annie, even though she stands below the building, waits for him the entire night. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When someone close to you helps you follow your dreams, all they wish to hear is a word of gratitude. Never take them for granted. If they stand by you just because they want you to succeed, then it is indeed a selfless deed. A word of thanks can do wonders. The moment when Phillipe thanks the wire, the audience and his coup is profound. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The biggest gift a man can ever get is finding a profession/passion that he enjoys. If he has found it then success is never away. Because only when you enjoy what you do can you eve succeed. Remember the dialogue from 3 Idiots by "Baba Ranchordas", "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 22.75px;">Bachcha kabil bano, kabil ... kamyabi toh saali jhak maarke peeche bhagegi" (Son become capable, success will follow you, eventually). </span><span style="line-height: 22.75px;">The minute Phillipe steps his first foot on the wire to begin his epic walk between the towers, all the tension from his face fades away. It is replaced by happiness and peacefulness. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Museums and mystery go hand is hand, like crime and cop. Never does a museum exist without a mystery revolving around it. Every article placed in a museum carries a history with it which makes you go back in time and reciprocate on the life that once was. A life that is beyond one's imagination, especially due to modernisation. For those who love thrillers and mysteries, a museum is a delight. I am someone like that and every city that I visit, I make it a point to visit the famous museums of that city.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">My fascination drove me to write my very first novel. Titled as “<b>Columbina</b>”, this book is based set against the most brutal prisons of all times, “Alcatraz”. This prison currently functions as a museum and draws a number of visitors every year. A murder takes place along the shores of this museum. Detective Martin Herd is hired to solve the mystery that would require re-opening the prison’s hidden secret. With just a key found in the corpse’s pocket, Martin has to untangle the chords and find the murderer whose past is buried in the prison walls. </span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b><i>The Da Vinci Code:</i></b> The 2003 bestseller by Dan Brown has every single reason to top the list of museum thrillers. After a murder in the <b>Louvre Museum in Paris, </b>symbologist Robert Langdon and cryptologist Sophie Neveu are summoned to decipher the mystery which in turn pulls them into a battle between the Priory of Sion and Opus Die.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b> </b>Which book are you going to pick up next to place in your book shelf? Anyone from above? Do the above Museum-thrillers excite you? Do you love history and the vicious circle that it is surrounded with? They why not pick up, India’s first ever Double Header Book, “Frozen Summer and Columbina”, written by Geetha Madhuri and Me. </span></div>
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A long weekend was around the corner and nothing but a relaxing holiday was all we could think of. Recently I had heard from a couple of people of that Fujairah seemed to be a nice place to spend a couple of days incase one wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of Dubai. We immediately went to take help from our trusted hotel booking websites (<b>Booking.com and Hotels.com</b>). Thankfully, Booking.com gave us a perfect deal and we spent the two days in engulfed in the mountainous terrain. If you are visiting the UAE anytime soon then do spend a day or two here.<br />
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<li>Fujairah is the only city that has a coastline which is different from the other emirates in the UAE. It has a coastline along the Persian gulf. As you drive towards Snoopy Island from Fujairah you will be able to catch a glimpse of Oman from the bridge. It reminded me of a dialogue from one of my favourite films, "Being in two places at the same time"</li>
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<li>The Hajjar mountains that create the beautiful scenery on the way to Fujairah from Dubai is breathtaking. They are a never ending and transport you to a different period. I remembered the "Alchemist" as we drove away. You could sometimes be lucky enough to spot camels here. We did so !</li>
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<li>Bull Fighting is another major reason why you cannot just stop yourself from visiting this place. This isn't gory and ruthless like the ones that happen in Spain. Each bull is allowed to fight with it's opponent for a minute and the one that manager to push the other one out of the circle is declared as the winner. This takes place every Friday between 4.00pm to 6.00pm</li>
<li>Snorkeling and Scuba diving is available on the beaches in Fujairah. </li>
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<li>Masafi Friday Market: Just like an oasis soothes the thirst of desert travellers, the Masafi Friday Market is a treat for people interested in earthenware, plants and carpets. A market set in the desert along the edges of a huge road is worth a visit. Even though this place is called a friday market, it is open on all the days of the week. </li>
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<span style="color: red;">FORTS IN FUJAIRAH</span><br />
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<li>Forts - Fujairah has a number of forts built inside and on the outskirts of the city. If you wish to delve into heritage, this is a place where you will find it.</li>
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<li>Drive from <b>Dubai</b> to <b>Fujairah</b>(takes about 2 hours to reach by car)</li>
<li>From Fujairah drive to <b>Wadi Wurrayah</b>(The Wadi Wurrayah Wild life sanctuary is closed now as of October 2015), you can drive to the dam close by. </li>
<li>From <b>Wadi Wurrayah</b>, drive to<b> Snoopy Island</b> which is on the way towards <b>Dibba</b>. You can carry some beach wear as this is a place where you would want to jump into the waters and take a swim</li>
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<li>Drive to the <b>Masafi Friday Market</b> and empty your wallets by buying some earthenware pots or plants. Do not forget to drink the water from a king cocunut. It is extremely refreshing.</li>
<li>On the way to Fujairah, visit the <b>Al Bithnah Fort</b>. It is a 200 year old fort which was later used as an army base camp. Visit this fort after 4.00 pm or before 12.00 pm or else you may find the entrance closed. </li>
<li>Come back to Fujairah and drive to the <b>Fujairah Museum</b> and <b>Fujairah Fort</b>. Climb to the top of the fort and enjoy a view of the <b>Sheikh Zayed Mosque</b>. (I personally loved the view of the mosque. It is closed for non-muslims. This mosque is different in it's architecture from the Grand mosque in Abu Dhabi.)</li>
<li>Have some lunch :) and drive to <b>Corniche</b> to witness the <b>Bull Fight</b>. </li>
<li>Spend the evening in enjoying the waters near <b>Corniche</b>.</li>
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Three years ago, a young women in her
early 20’s was head over heels in love with a man who was
supposedly her step-nephew. Such great was a love-story that even the
father of the boy and the apparent “jiju” of the girl was willing
to get them married. To add a twist to this love saga, just like
every other story, enters the step-sister of the girl who happens to
be highly conservative about the entire story as she happens to be
the boy’s step-mother. She tries her best to separate them as this
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A few days later, the young girl is
called by her mother to National College in Bandra. Her boyfriend
drops her and leaves. Following which she is nowhere to be found.
After that he receives few messages from the girl that she wants to
break up a 2 year old relationship and she has moved to the USA. She
even mentions that she has found someone else and is happy with him.
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The boy wishes to believe the sms that
was sent to him. The step-sister/ his step-mom who was against their
union manages to convince her step-son that her step-sister is in the
USA.
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The boy who should have asked the
question, “What happened to Sheena?” is convinced that she is in
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The police officers who took the boy’s
complaint three years ago forgot to ask the same question, “What
happened to Sheena?” when they believed the woman who told them
that she had left India.</div>
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An anonymous phone call, a tip off and
the arrest of a driver with respect to an arms related case lead the
police officers to begin searching for a woman who went missing 3
years ago.
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The media begins to take interest in
the case when a woman named Indrani Mukerjea who is the step-sister
of the deceased is arrested who apparently happens to be a media
tycoon and the wife of Star Tv’s ex-ceo, “Peter Mukerjea”. The
media goes bonkers when it turns out that Indran Mukerjea is the
biological mother of Sheena Bora(the deceased) and not the
step-sister.
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The following day a man is arrested
from Kolkatta. Interestingly this man who is Sanjeev Khanna by name
is Indrani Mukerjea's ex-husband.
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The media, the nation, the police after
three years began asking the question to the arrested driver, Indrani
and Sanjeev, if they killed Sheena.
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As the story unviels, it is revealed
that three years ago Sheena was drugged and later strangulated in a
car. The following day her body is burnt and thrown in the jungle of
Raigad. The villagers find the burnt body and the police begins to
investigate. Suddenly the investigation is stopped and no one seems
to have found the answer to the question, “Who's body was it?”
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Now when the story is out in the open,
every news channel is trying to investigate the case in it's own
manner. For 14 days since the investigation began, as I tuned into
every news channel, the only headline/ Breaking News I saw was about
Sheena. The other news about OROP and FTII had taken a backseat. Even
the Gujarat riots was not covered properly. I found this as another
high profile case like that of Aarushi and Sunanda Pushkar. Only that
this time the media had taken a longer interest in this case that the
previous ones.
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There were a lot of interesting facts
that emerged every single day as this horrific crime of honour,
money, lust and lies was out in the open to be criticized and torn
apart. A wikipedia page was created for Indrani Mukerjea which never
existed before. A top cop who started investigating this case was
suddenly promoted as the DG 20 days before his due date. It was
revealed that Indrani had two children from her first relationship to
a man named Siddhartha Das and Sheena was one of them.
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Her son came out in the media and said
that his mother was behind his life. Why was he quiet so long? Didn't
he question where his sister was? Why did Peter Mukerjea who was
considered to be so intelligent enough to be the CEO of a company
believe his wife blindly? Was he just blind in love or is he hiding
something? Why didn't the boy who was in a live-in relationship with
Sheena, who claimed to be so mad in love with her that he was ready
to make her his wife even after knowing that she was his step-sister
stay quiet so long?</div>
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Why is the media who went haywire last
month about this case suddenly quiet all of a sudden that since two
days they've stopped telecasting anything related to this case?
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As I see this murder case get concealed
every other day with a different set of of facts like that of the
financial angle or the investigating team being replaced, all I can
foresee is that this is just going to be shut and closed like every
other high profile case in India. The powerful will walk free and we
will be left with questions that will always be unanswered.
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Till today no one knows what happened
to Aarushi Talvar. Based on some unclear evidences the parents were
convicted.
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Are we again going to be left with the
question, “What happened to Sheena?” I just hope that I am proved
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which one of the above do you use to relate to the story? I'm sure it is the 'characters' in your story. Well, for me it has always been the characters who live even after the story dies away over a period of time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Harry Potter, Hercule Poirot, King Lair, Sherlock Holmes etc</b> are a few of the may characters that live in our hearts even today. Although they were all characters that never lived a human life, all of us know the way they looked, the way they thought and the way they lived. Thanks to the literary geniuses who brought them into our lives through their work of art. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Character sketching </b>is something that should given the same importance as the plot of the story does. If your characters are explained well then you should be sure that half of your work is done in having your story leave a lasting impact in the hearts of its readers. This means that you need to spend a lot of time in defining your characters and giving them life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are a few points that could help you in creating your characters. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. <b>Giving your characters a name and identity:</b> It is very important to choose proper names for your characters. When it comes to choosing names, choose ones that are easy to pronounce and unique. Do not use names that are similar for the different characters in your story. Keep each name unique so that the readers are not confused. Give them a proper identity. By identity I mean define their age, gender, nationality and other demographical data.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. <b>Appearance:</b> Only when you've described the way your characters look i.e their height, the way they dress, the color of their eyes and hair. These factor are important and they make the reader visualize a character and it makes it easier for them to connect with the story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. <b>Occupation:</b> The occupation is another aspect that should be given to a character. Occupation need not be the most clichéd ones. It can be anything that makes the character real. When you meet a new person the first thing you would want to know is what he/she does. In the same way the reader would want to know what the main protagonist of the story does. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. <b>Deepest thoughts:</b> A reader is a very inquisitive person. A writer should never undermine that. He wants to know how the character feels and what his deepest and innate thoughts might me. So be sure to describe how your character thinks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Always remember that the strength of your story relies on character sketching. Create characters that come alive with your story. They should leave a lasting impact on the readers minds. Your readers should be able to connect with te characters. Make them believable and <b>draw inspirations from the people around you when you create characters. </b></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-89665949662420195842015-05-16T09:05:00.004-07:002015-10-25T03:46:11.928-07:00Dubai - my first thoughts !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been thinking of getting back to serious blogging for quite a while now. But today as I was watching the movie "Wake up Sid", I saw myself in Aisha's shoes. Just like her I've moved to a new city, infact a new country. I've decided to discover a new career path just like her. I've set up a new home and I'm deeply trying to discover this city that I've moved to - DUBAI. The only difference is that I've moved in with my husband which makes it all the more exciting.<br />
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DUBAI- what do I speak about it? The first impression was a modern world where even the tallest person would find his neck hurting when he looked us to see the height of the buildings. The minute I was in the taxi heading home from the airport all I wanted to spot was the Burj Khalifa. And then within few minutes I could see the Burj Khalifa only to realise that it could be spotted from many places in Dubai - thanks to its height.<br />
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Finding a right job in Dubai is like finding an oasis in a desert. It can take weeks or even months before you find one and there is always a lot of competition. I was well aware of this fact and hence, I thought of taking it slow in that front. Meanwhile, I was busy trying to adapt myself to this new world. When my husband was off to work, I was setting up the house, hitting the gym and at times job hunting.<br />
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<b>Diverse cultures, language and food</b>: At times, It would make me realise that life has changed 360 degrees. There were new people, diverse in culture and language. There a bit of every country in Dubai. And that was made me like this place. You could find an Italian pizza joint right next to a Thai cuisine restaurant. Although, the every second face you see is of an Indian, this city does make you feel lost in a whirlwind of competition. Everyone's come to this city to try something new and fulfill his dreams.<br />
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<b>Cars</b>: Apart from the tall buildings, the next evident luxury that couldn't escape my eyes were the cars on the roads. Dubai is not a pedestrian-friendly city or a bicycle-friendly city. Name the make of the most luxurious car and you will find it here. And for those who are new to the city(like me), Dubai satisfies me with a world-class metro<br />
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<b>A bit about everything: </b>Owing to the diverse population, you will find just a bit about everything in Dubai. From food to spices, from clothes to language, there is nothing in the world that cannot be found here. Even the shopping malls are uniquely themed.<br />
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<b>Man-made: </b>Something that always keeps me awed and makes me feel weird about this place is that everything is man-made. Sometimes, I find it all larger that life and to the apex to creativity. Sometimes, I find it wholly artificial. And just when I thought this city had to history to it, I step foot in the Dubai museum which walked me through the evolution of this country from just a waste space of desert to something that leaves to speechless.<br />
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I've visited the Dubai Mall, largest aquarium and underwater zoo, The Burj Khalifa, desert safari and some other places(blog posts coming up soon). I've given up on the job of a software developer and have started interning as a Social media manager. A new place, a new country, a new job, a new culture and a whole new career. While amidst all the change I do miss my country and would always want to go back sometime. But for now, I look forward to making myself feel at home in Dubai.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Happiness has many definitions. Some relate it to inner peace that you may find at a quiet place up in the hills or some may relate it material wealth. According to me happiness is something that I find in the smallest of things. Happiness is not something that you go in search for, it knocks on your door in a million ways and you just need to notice it and acknowledge it with a smile on your face. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I sat down to make a list of those simple reasons that make me smile, every time I penned down a reason, my lips automatically curved and brought a smile across my face. Here are a few:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> This is one movie that I can watch any number of times. It had released when I was in my 6th std in school. I remember getting my haircut done like Anjali in the movie and walking around with those blue dungarees. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Each morning as the sun's rays flash through the curtains in my window they bring the joy of a new day, the warmth oh a bright morning and new hopes to soar high. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>3. A cup of coffee made by my husband:</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Whenever A had a holiday, he makes an amazing cup of coffee and hands over the cup to me by sipping it a little to check if the coffee's good. How I love that cup of coffee made with so much of love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Oh that word sale makes my wallet bigger and brings such a huge smile on my face especially when I so absolutely need it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>5. Going for a long walk around the city:</b></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-80154466190079846072015-03-04T23:40:00.003-08:002015-03-04T23:42:55.732-08:00India's Daughter - BBC Documentary - A must Watch !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In 2012, when I first heard about the rape of a young girl in a moving bus, I had felt an uneasiness in my stomach. The uneasiness twirled a few cells in my body and made me want to vomit. Today when I saw this video going viral on the internet, I felt the same. Even after 2 years, the uneasiness remains. The reason why it does is because the mindset remains the same. Even after the rapists were given the highest sentence, rapes continue to happen.<br />
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Today when I watched the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLg131SZk1o&feature=youtu.be">video</a>, I was in tears. A young woman who would have grown to be a very good doctor, a young woman who had dreams to help the underprivileged, a woman who was brave and struggled hard to make ends meet was killed. We lost a woman who would have made a difference. We lost a woman who would have been an inspiration to all those families who feel that a daughter is a burden.<br />
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What we are left with is just a system that delays and delays justice of every kind. What we are left with are just shattered dreams and painful tears that wouldn't stop.<br />
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We are told that the only way to end this is education. But today when I heard the defence lawyers for the rapists speak in favour, I realised that education alone cannot make a difference. One of the lawyers mentioned that "A woman is like a flower, if it is left in the gutter it will be spoilt and if it is kept in the temple it will be worshipped, while a man is like a thorn that protects the flower".<br />
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The other lawyer even spoke about Indian culture which never allows girl to befriend a boy. He even goes ahead saying that he only looks at woman "with sex in his eyes". The NGO for Rape victims and Juveniles even said that we live in a very tolerant country where decisions cannot be based on public outburst.<br />
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Just because we have been tolerant all this while has such an incident even happened. Our tolerance has hit a limit and now we cannot be silenced. If a very strong punishment had been given for rapes in our country this incident wouldn't have ever happened.<br />
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In the entire video, I cried when I heard the victim's parent speak. But not a single drop of tear fell when the parents of the rapists spoke. There was a burning anger inside me that made me question why did they ever give birth to such criminals. The bus driver who is shown narrating the incident is equally guilty. What shook me was the statements given by the defence lawyers and it made me realise where the mistake is.<br />
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The mistake is that we live in a society where men like this do not feel a pinch about such incidents. It will take years before we see a change, before we see every man respect every woman and only with respect will things change.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-39009505457466955312015-02-19T07:41:00.002-08:002015-02-19T07:44:58.268-08:00Anegan #Movie Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After having watched the trailer of the movie just once and having a great expectation from Dhanush after his impressive performance in "Ranjhanaa", I decided to take my mom-in-law and grandmother for the movie.<br />
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"Anegan" is a romantic thriller that begins from the captivating scenery of Burma and travels across different era's and time to give you a story that lasts beyond a number of lifetimes. The story transcends to different generations gives you a lovely characterization of the people in that period of time.<br />
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The story begins at Burma where Munaruna(played by Dhanush), a Tamil Labourer and Samudra(played by Amyra), daughter of a Tamil mother and Burmese Father fall in love against all odds. While trying to escape from Samudra's father's eyes, both are killed. The movie transports to the present where Madhumita (played by Amyra) is having a serious stress related issue and is under treatment. She keeps having hallucinations about her previous life and is in search for her love from the previous birth as she believes that everyone around her are people who were connected to her in the previous birth. She works for a gaming company which is run by Kiran(played by Kartik).<br />
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Madhumita meets Aswin(played by Dhanush) under similar circumstances from the previous birth and falls in love with him. She tries to woo him and succeeds. What follows are a series for back and forth incidents and similarities from the previous and the current birth. Meanwhile, Meera, Amyra's colleague and a villain from the previous birth jumps from the balcony when she sees ghosts who are following her. Aswin who my now is in love with Amyra is restless about her talks about the previous birth and doesn't believe her. When Amyra helps Commissioner Gopinath in investigating a murder some secrets from the past come back to life. What follows is something that is worth watching.<br />
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Anegan is a cluster that is put together very well. Director K V Anand and the entire crew have done a fantastic job with the screenplay, characterization and locations. The depth of the characters goes straight to your heart. They dissolve you. I was almost in tears when Munaruna and Samudra are killed.<br />
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Dhanush does a perfect job as anticipated and Amyra was someone who surprised me with her acting. I haven't seen her first movie Issaq but I can vouch that she definitely looks promising.<br />
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Kartik is one biggest let down in the movie. The director could have easily roped in someone else instead of him. Every scene where he enters in the screen is something that I detested.<br />
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The length of the movie is something that may test your patience. What starts off as a fast movie seems to slow down in its pace in the middle but quickly picks up speed. It seems to be like a full-length novel with multiple twists and turns and multiple characters.<br />
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The writers have tried their best to make the story sound as a scientific thriller, however, the climax is a bit unbelievable.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-54187540683735687992015-02-16T05:17:00.000-08:002015-02-16T20:32:29.955-08:00Love makes the most impractical thing practical!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Love for me is something that I have felt and experienced. Like every girl, I have always wanted to have a partner with whom I could fall in love head over heels every single day for the rest of my life. I did find one such person and today I am married to him for 9 months and even today I feel just the same as I felt that day when I fell in love with him. Just the thought of writing a blog post on love that is dedicated to him makes my heart beat faster that usual. A slight smile tries to curve my lips and my eyes try to pop out wider than usual.<br />
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I've been busy with the promotion of my book and amidst the entire rush tried to recollect that one moment that made the launch of my book more special than ever. </div>
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A month ago, my husband had left for another country owing to a better job prospect. I couldn't travel with him as I had to wait for my visa. My first book was slated to release on the 7th of February and I knew I would miss him a lot. However, I did not compel him to stay back and neither did I adamantly want him to come all the way for my launch as I knew his visa process will take sometime and he wouldn't be able to come back to India so soon. I consoled myself saying that this would motivate me to write the next book and hence, have a second launch where he would be there. </div>
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The entire month passed by and I was caught up with the preparations for the launch. Although he was away, he made it a point to help me with the launch by guiding me all along. He spoke to a couple of people so that the celebrities could be arranged. As the launch approached, I was as tensed as ever. </div>
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I reached Bangalore two days before the launch and with the help of my friends and relatives began working on the arrangements. I visited the venue a day before and messaged to my husband saying that I was tensed and worried. He said that it will all be fine. He even mentioned that he has worked a lot for the launch and he was tired. He said that he was going to sleep the entire day. I was very angry that I was toiling the entire day, running to different places and he was going to laze around the entire day. </div>
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It was evening and I was shopping a gift for the celebrities along with my sister-in-law. We had finalised on a gift and suddenly my sister-in-law received a phone call and she was gone. I walked the billing counter. I was busy pulling out my purse to pay when someone in a grey sweater stood at the door smiling at me. My sister-in-law appeared from the door with a wide smile. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-30970237995430541992015-02-14T22:40:00.000-08:002015-02-14T22:40:16.494-08:00The revived love for Cricket #IndvsPak - World Cup 2014 #BleedBlue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been almost 8 years since I watched the last match between India and Pakistan. It was in the year 2007 when India defeated Pakistan by 5 runs to win the T20 Cricket World Cup. What a proud moment that was? I remember that day very clearly. I was in my final year of graduation and the TV connection was disconnected due to some technical issues. It gave us a reason to enjoy the world cup with our neighbors. And the joy it brought to us when India won is something that gives me pride even today after such a long time.<br />
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Over the years, Cricket has become an overrated topic. It has lost the enthusiasm owing to the hype and controversies. The minute it caught the limelight for something more than being a form of sport, Cricket has become more of a money-game. I was among those thousands who stopped watching Cricket due to the above reasons.<br />
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A cricket match after so many years did make me think. As I switched on the TV today morning, I found myself saying a small prayer for India. It was instant and involuntary. As the first wicket fell of Rohit Sharma, I found myself expressing my anger on the team. As Kohli raised his bat to hit a Six, I found myself chanting a silent prayer that it shouldn't land up being a catch. The India VS Pakistan Cricket match did revive the old memories that were somewhere buried due to the hype that media had created over the years.<br />
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Today I do not know if India would win or no, but I did realize that even after such a long time I do have a craze for the India Pakistan Cricket match with I feel every Indian is born with. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-22505594648174230022015-02-12T22:19:00.000-08:002015-02-12T22:24:40.760-08:00Book Launch of "Frozen Summer and Columbina"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Frozen Summer and Columbina" is the amalgamation of two different psychological thrillers by two young authors from two different cities sharing only one thing in common - their love for writing fiction. Published by Half Baked Beans Publishing House in association with <a href="http://frankly.me/">Frankly.me</a>.</div>
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The star studded book launch was held in Bangalore at a cozy bookstore called "<a href="http://www.attagalatta.com/">Atta Galatta</a>" on the 7th of February. The leading south Indian actress - Regina Cassandra, standup comedians - Sanjay Manaktala and Tushar Singh and Singer Alexis D'souza unveiled the book. </div>
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Regina unveiled the book and handed it over to Sanjay and Alexis. Poppers were splashed and music surrounded the air. While Sanjay and Tushar entertained the crowd with their comic sense, Regina spoke about the book. She said, "I have started reading the book and cannot wait to complete it" Being an avid reader, she showed immense interest in the book. </div>
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Alexis's band performed a foot tapping number that lightened the mood and mesmerised the crowd. Around 80 people were present for the launch. I read an excerpt from the book and Geetha did the same too. I remember the silence in the crowd when we read it. </div>
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"Frozen Summer and Columbina" written by Geetha Madhuri and me is a psychological thriller and is considered to be India's first ever double header book. It consists of two stories that are completely different from each other. While Frozen Summer is a suspenseful narrative tale involving a murder mystery, Columbina is a mysterious detective crime that happens at the world’s deadliest prison- Alcatraz. Both the novellas share nothing in common. The book is a double dose of thriller for the reader. </div>
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The most captivating aspect of the book is that each story is comprised of 70 pages which means that it is a good choice for a quick read. Pick up the book during a train journey or a flight journey and you will be able to finish it in no time.<br />
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Regina managed to finish the book and tweet about it. Here are the tweets:<br />
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A lot of people have been questioning Geetha and me as to how did we think of a double header. Let me tell you how it all happened. A year ago the publishers conducted a Novella contest and writers were asked to send a synopsis of their stories. Many young writers from all over the country submitted their synopsis and very few were shortlisted to write the complete novella. Novella is a 30000 word story. We were given 45 days to complete the novella. Aftwe which the results were declared and Geetha and I had made it to the top. Our stories were selected to be published.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-5684758166859205972015-02-03T02:56:00.003-08:002015-02-03T02:56:49.130-08:00The woman of the moment or the man who ran !! #Kiran Bedi vs #Arvind Kejriwal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Delhi elections has begun to look like a tale of mockery where two highly educated individuals of different sex are fighting by putting their morals at stake. When we knew that AAP would unanimously bring Arvind Kejriwal at the forefront to stand for the post of the CM, we were clueless who would the BJP's candidate in the making be. And while we could contemplate and evaluate the prospects we were shaken from our very ground when the announcement was made that it would be none other than the (then)dynamic Kiran Bedi.<br />
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It took me a while to assimilate the entire situation. It shook me and I was numb. Almost a year ago when the entire country was looking for a change, the IIT alumnus separated from Anna Hazare and entered politics. He stood and won the Delhi polls raising the hopes of every individual in the country. The country was proud that there was finally someone who was just a minister next door, he was the God at that moment. He was the only person whom the country saw was devoid of a political dirt. The man who stood with the Jhado(broom) seemed to be the saviour who would clean the city and in turn India from corruption, malpractices and every vice.<br />
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The hopes were shortlived, exactly for 49 days after which he stepped down as the Chief Minister breaking and trashing the dreams of every individual who supported him and voted for him. Although he later apologized for quitting midway, do you think the nation cares now? Does any apology make sense now?<br />
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Speaking of Kiran Bedi, the self-acclaimed "Woman of the Moment", has let the country down again. The IPS officer who was known for her "harishchandra" ideologies has backstabbed on each one of us who has grown up admiring her.<br />
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The woman who once stood against the political biggies is now seen joining hands with the least amount of ignominy. She has coldly refused to reply to any of the questions that are asked to her with regard to the sudden change. How can a nation trust the woman who has been an opportunist and moved against her mission?<br />
How can India's highest ranking Woman Officer set an example of deceit?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-82062507215721762872015-01-27T23:02:00.001-08:002015-01-27T23:02:50.558-08:00What is it to live as a girl in Delhi?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It scares me. The thought of it reminds me of the 16th December incident. The Nirbhaya story has left an indelible scar in the life of every Indian woman.<br />
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I have visited Delhi once. It was years ago when I was in the 3rd grade. I had toured around Delhi with my parents. The lotus temple is all I remember today. It was meant to be one of the most peaceful places in Delhi. I had found Delhi inviting as a kid. But today, alas it is not the same.<br />
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Recently, my husband had been receiving a lot of job offers from companies that were situated in Delhi. Every time he considered a decent option and came to me for an opinion, he would be offensively denied with a single word, "NO". What followed was another sentence, "Don't you know it's dreadful for a woman to live there?"<br />
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I watched an advertisement this morning where the great Arnab Goswami was heard asking questions to the ministers on who is to be blamed for such acts of rape against women. This was the background voice while the video showed three men trying to rape two women of which one escapes and the other is unfortunately raped.<br />
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I wondered what would happen if by any chance I woke up in Delhi someday. Would I step out of the house? Would I stay inside and keep checking if the doors are bolted properly? Would I think twice before wearing a particular dress? Would I walk out of the house praying that I should get back home safe? Would I be walking in a street with thousands of male eyes wanting to feast on me? Would I think hundred times before working late since I will have to get back home before it turns dark? Would I be living scared all the time? Would by heart be thumping each time I was alone? Would I always need a companion or bodyguard for my safety?<br />
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The "Would I" questions suddenly stopped haunting me as I realised that this was just my fearful mind playing tricks. I was not in Delhi. I heaved a sigh of relief.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-56018108274644356562015-01-26T21:24:00.000-08:002015-01-26T21:41:30.550-08:00The spark in every relationship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Over a cup of coffee with a friend yesterday, we began speaking about "The Spark" that exists in a relationship. Many people believe that there is no such thing called spark that exists and after a few years in a relationship, it all dies down. Infact after a few years what remains is just a compromise.<br />
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A Spark can be anything. It differs from person to person. It can be physical appearance, the crazy behaviour of your partner, the way she smiles, the way he/she makes you feel, the way he/she looks at you etc.<br />
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I remember a friend who was trying hard to find the perfect match. He and his parents were having a tough time trying to find a girl for him in their tribe. After a tiresome search, he finally said a yes to a girl and they were engaged instantly. But he kept telling us that he wasn't attracted to her. Everytime they spoke over the phone, they didnt have much to talk about. Neither of them were interested in knowing about each other. I knew by then that they weren't meant for each other. I tried to ask my friend what is it that he liked in her. He was finding it difficult to even mention one quality about her that fascinated him. The engagement broke off within the next ten days. Thankfully a few months later he met another girl whom he really liked and they are happily married now.<br />
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A Spark is something that grows over time in your relationship. If it begins to diminish then you either need to bring it alive in your relationship or it was something that never existed. You do not have to be explicit about it, it can be something that needs to be felt only by the two of you. It is something that you need to cherish and make it grow inside you. It is something that will bind you together in a strong chord.<br />
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What is the Spark in your relationship? Have you found it yet? It can occur at anytime. Sometimes it may take years for you to find it. The sooner or later, don't ever miss to "Sparkle you life with that beautiful Spark"<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-9648904721264758472015-01-15T10:32:00.003-08:002015-10-25T03:46:11.934-07:00The Downtown Flea - Come untangle yourself !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18px;">The month of December is known to gather tourists from around the world to the blissful state of Goa. It attracted me too and I planned to travel to Goa early in the month of December, 2014. I was advised not to leave Goa without visiting the "Flea Market" in Arpora. They even said that let yourself loose to enjoy the spirit of Goa. Following the tradition suggested by my friends and also some online well-wishers who had left positive reviews about the "Flea Market", I paid a visit to this market and it was one of the best decisions that I had taken during my entire travel. There was music, dance, food, apparel, accessories, live band and a lot more to name all at a single place. How I wished to experience something similar in Pune or Mumbai where I could visit on and often and I didn't have to perpetually plan for a travel?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There was one incident this week that brought everyone together; white, black; rich, poor and everyone alike. There comes a moment in history when the entire world gets divided at a ratio of 90:10. And the Bloody Black Tuesday was one such incident. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"The Peshawar Attacks" where 132 innocent children and 9 staff of the school were gruesomely massacred shattered the lives of the people who merely heard about it. One can only imagine the plight of the parents who had waited for their kids to return home from school. Sadly what came home was something that no parent would have dreamt of.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Yesterday while sipping my morning coffee in my office cafeteria, I heard two of my office colleagues (both of them were unfamiliar to me) discussing the attacks. One of them said, "Islam never allows such killings", while the other guy replied, "They will surely rot in hell". I silently heard them and noticed the rage and anger in their face. Everyone was angry. I am angry. The world is angry. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When the perpetrators of the crime were asked for a reason, I wondered how can such an incident be even reasoned out? How can someone even try to justify such an atrocious killing? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A million unanswerable questions arose in my troubled mind. Don't these killers have a family? Don't they have children? But above all, don't they have a heart? I do not know. Maybe all of us have similar questions running in our head. We would never receive answers for such questions. We would never know what runs in the heads of such infiltrators of crime.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When such gloomy dark shadows overpower our lives, I keep pondering on various questions, "Where are we heading to? Where is the world I live in heading to? Today it was the turn of those innocent children to die, will I be a victim to such grave incident someday? The thought scares me and I try to helplessly pacify myself."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With the variety of crimes today, I feel unsafe to even step out of my house. I feel unsafe to stay alone in my own home. I feel unsafe in solitude wondering what is someone is standing behind me to stab me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The need of the hour is a change in our thoughts. And there is one number of Michael Jackson that keeps resounding, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span> <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>"<span style="text-align: center;">Heal The World</span></i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="text-align: center;">Make It A Better Place</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">For You And For Me</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">And The Entire Human Race</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">There Are People Dying</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">If You Care Enough</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">For The Living</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">Make A Better Place</span><br style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="text-align: center;">For You And For Me"</span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes, we need to heal our world that is in deep sickness. We need to vote for the apt ministers who can run our country and put an end to such crime. This goes out to citizens of every country. We must teach our children values so that when they grow up they would support what is right. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We need to heal our world and make it a better place. </span></div>
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Sarah was depressed. Not for a day or two, but since 5 months. There was no reason for her depression. From the outside, nothing seemed to be shady. She had the perfect job in an ad agency. She was pretty, talented, smart and sensible. She had worked hard for the past 5 years in her job and she was a go-getter ever since she was a child. Sometimes, success makes you lonely and it was the same for Sarah. She was a loner. She never had friends. She never had a social life. She never interacted. She spoke less and kept to herself. But she was the best at work. Not that she never had the urge to make friends or share her deepest problems with anyone, she just felt she never had time for it. And by the time she felt that it was necessary for a friend, she had forgotten how to make one. <o:p></o:p><br />
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After attempting suicide a number of times in the past month, she realized that she needed a lot of courage. She finally decided to jump from the bridge near her house and end her life. It was a breezy winter evening. She wrote a suicide letter in black ink saying that no one was responsible for her death and folding it into two she gently placed it near the lamp on the study table. Latching the door, she decided to walk her way to death. All the memories from her childhood flashed before her eyes. She remembered her parents and her brother whom she loved so dearly. She pictured their faces when they would see her dead body. Nothing could stop her from choosing her destiny. <o:p></o:p><br />
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It was late in the night and the bridge was almost empty. She climbed on it and walked to the edge. Saying a small prayer, she said sorry. Turning around, she confirmed that no one was around. Gathering immense courage she pushed the lower half of her body to take a leap into the sea with open arms. It was as though she was embracing death. At that minute she felt a touch. She felt a hand clasp her. She felt touched. A quick shiver ran through her spine. She felt like a coward as she was caught doing the most dreadful thing. <o:p></o:p><br />
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“Hold on”, she found a male voice behind her. <o:p></o:p><br />
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“Do not jump!! I will hold you”, she turned to see who the savior was. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Behind her stood a young lad in his late 20’s, who stood there holding her hand in amazement. She turned and he was lost in a stare-off for 30 seconds. He helped her on the way down from the bridge and dropped her to her place without uttering a word. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them left each others hand as well. There was a strong unspoken conversation that had taken place with that touch. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The next morning, Sarah found a bouquet of flowers at her door with a small not in it. “Smile, for not everyone knows that he would live the next day” – Love, Roy<o:p></o:p><br />
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Roy stood below her balcony to wave her a good bye. This happened for a couple of days. Everyday there was a new note. Sarah didn’t make up her mind to speak to him. Finally one morning, when she opened the door instead of the usual flowers she found Roy standing. <o:p></o:p><br />
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“I just moved in as your neighbor a day ago. Can we be friends?” Roy tried to charm Sarah. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The reluctant Sarah finally opened the doors of friendship. She had found a friend, she had found a confidante and she had found the love of her life. A few months passed and Sarah and Roy were found walking by the bridge where they had first met. This place no longer haunted her anymore. She thanked God for having given her Roy. The touch of Roy’s hand reminded her everyday that there was hope in the life that she had lost. The touch brought her happiness and vanished her fears and depression. The touch rekindled her zest for life. It was the touch that brought life into her drooping existence.<o:p></o:p><br />
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This post is inspired by a topic at Indiblogger Happy Hours called #BringBackTheTouch <a href="http://www.pblskin.com/" target="_blank">http://www.pblskin.com/</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Title</b>: Love Lasts Forever (only if you don't marry your love)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Author</b>: Vikrant Khanna</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Publishers</b>: Srishti Publishers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The Blurb: </b><span style="line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;">Eighteen-year-old Ronit falls madly in love with Aisha the moment he meets her at his graduation day from a naval college. He believes he has found his perfect soul mate, and come what may, his love for her will last forever. Seven years later, he gets married to her. Big mistake! A week later, he completely hates her and believes she has turned into a devil.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But his perception about love and life change when he hears the poignant love story of Shekhar, his Captain, on a ship that later gets hijacked by the pirates of Somalia. As they are left fighting for their lives; they confront if love truly can last forever…? Or does it get too late?</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Summary:</b> The book begins with Ronit (the main protagonist) sailing on a ship for work purpose and his continuous rants about his wife. His ship goes on to get hijacked by pirates exactly when he is immersed in listening to the story of the Captain of the ship, who was divorced for over 3 decades. Ronit on the other hand, who was in love with his wife for 7 years and married for a few months, wants a divorce. Do the perspectives change? Does Ronit get his divorce? Or Does the Captain's story rekindle the lost love in his life?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">1. The book teaches you that love is not the only ingredient required to make a marriage successful. Marriage needs a lot of hardwork, patience and perseverance. Ronit's story could happen to any of us. Every married person can relate to it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">2. The plot would get you attracted at the very first place and make you want to pick this book for a comfortable read.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">3. The story of the Captain nudges you at your heart. You will find tears rolling at the end of the Captain's story. Vikrant's does a fantastic job at this. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">4. The tortures by the Somalian pirates make your heart reach out to the people who put their lives at risk at the ship.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">1. The story could have been narrated from Aisha's(Ronit's wife) point of view as well. I felt it was just one-sided and at times you would find yourself hating Aisha for the way she was.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">2. The story that is written from a male point of view sometimes fails to relate to you and you find it to be very fast paced. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Apart from these two negative aspects of the book, I found it to be a book that you can flip through and pick up points to make your relationship better.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-48756983184336005572014-11-06T21:25:00.000-08:002014-11-06T21:25:02.727-08:00The Charm Bracelet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you have watched the movie, "If Only", then you wouldn't have missed out the second last scene of the movie where the hero gifts the heroine a Charm bracelet at dinner. I had watched the movie ay 6 years back and ever since then, I had developed a craze for Charm bracelets.<br />
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According to tradition Charm bracelets are generally worn to ward off any kind of evil. But later it turned out to be an accessory and fashion jewelry.<br />
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I chose the later and wanted to own one. After having spent years in searching for one in India, I gave up. A few months later my cousin who had moved to the USA (who knew about my craze), found a website where you could choose “Charms” of your choice and make a charm bracelet on your own by ordering on the website.<br />
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What followed next was choosing the charms, and ordering a sterling silver simple bracelet to hang the charms. My cousin ordered it online and got it delivered to his address and later sent to me as a gift. This is how my Charm Bracelet looks. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The Charms that we selected are below. Every Charm relates to me in some way or the other Here’s my explanation for every charm, on my bracelet:<o:p></o:p><br />
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<picture moon="" of=""> 1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Moon – The meaning of my name, “Cynthia”, originated from the name of a Greek moon Goddess who lived on the mountain Kynthos. <o:p></o:p></picture><br />
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<princess> 6. Princess Crown -<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am the a princess to my parents. </princess><br />
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<princess><o:p>7. I love to shop - My love for shopping. I think that's every girl's love. </o:p></princess><br />
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<picture>How did you like my bracelet? Let me know your comments. <o:p></o:p><br />
And you can refer to these websites if you want to create a bracelet of your own. <o:p></o:p><br />
<a href="http://www.charmfactory.com/"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.charmfactory.com/</span></a><o:p></o:p><br />
<a href="http://www.chains-and-charms.com/"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.chains-and-charms.com/</span></a><o:p></o:p><br />
http://www.bluenile.com/<br />
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<span class="s1">The other day I happened to watch the second part of the famous Hollywood movie that was based on an even more famous television series called "Sex and the City". The trouble-prone foursome go on a trip to the Middle East to witness some life-changing incidents. The movie ends with a quote by Carrie about Marriage which goes like this, "You have to take the tradition and decorate it, 'your way' ". This got me thinking. And I sprang up with this write-up. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Marriage is indeed a tradition, an age old one that no one can escape of. You can choose to stay away from it but, it has to be at the cost of living a lonely life. You can choose to postpone it till you find the right person, but am sure no one can avoid it. Relationships are difficult. There is nothing straight in it. No straight road that can be taken to make it easy. The moment we land up making things right in a difficult relationship is when we think the time is right to get married. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Around a year ago, I was agitated and like troubled teens I was troubled in my twenties, fighting hard to avoid the taunts from parents and relatives on marriage. My argument would be that of freedom and space. My parents thought that I was smitten by ghettoisation. I tried hard to explain them that I wanted things differently from life. I wanted to pave a path that I never wanted to regret about. Maybe I had stopped believing in relationships and thought the happily-ever-after phrase sadly existed only in books and fairytales. My parents who had spent 26 years of their life together obviously found it difficult to understand my point of view. I didn't blame them as for me their's was a perfect marriage. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">When Mr. A(my husband), visited me for the very first time, I was agitated with the whole marriage rigmarole. I thought I needed time to figure out things related to my job, my expectations from life and above all figuring out myself. All of which turned baseless when I fell for him sometime later. There comes a moment of divine and supernatural revelation when everything seems like a bliss and on one such flimsy moment you give away to all those presumptions and say a yes to marriage. Because, you know that it is this person and no one else with whom you can ever be sure about marriage.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">It seems like a fairy tale till you put on the angelic white-dress, walk with your beautiful bridesmaids, get the church decorated, exchange rings and go on a honeymoon. What happens later comes in the sequel to a perfect love story, which generally becomes a flop and unsellable. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">To make is sellable and buyable, you need to make it work. You need to put in that much of an effort and time, so much so, that you can land up getting your back on fire. You may crib, you may complain, you may wanna pull each others hair and you may wanna run away and spend time in the quietest place on earth. Acceptable and anticipated. There may be differences of opinion. There will always be a stage where nothing would seem right and everything would fall apart.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-85868990278687710952014-10-21T23:24:00.001-07:002014-10-21T23:24:57.359-07:00#Five sentence Fiction - Falling and Failing!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A five sentence fiction inspired by the prompt</div>
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"<a href="http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-falling/">Falling</a>"</div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I stood at the tallest building, gazing up at the sky and thanked God for helping me achieve whatever I had wanted. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At that very minute, I remembered the person who was instrumental in my successful music career.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> It was my Grandmother. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had been rejected by 10 music directors and I sat wailing in her lap. </span></em></div>
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<br /><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She then comforted me and said those priceless words that resounded in my ears even today, "Falling and Failing are filled in the baggage of every successful person, It's upto you to strive hard and lighten your baggage"</span></em></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16317568173816802591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087553686616826874.post-89803312723659677582014-10-21T04:11:00.000-07:002014-10-21T04:12:10.466-07:0010/10 Tuesday Prompt #3 - "Lights in Diwali"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hello Everybody, Welcome to the third week of 10/10 Tuesday Prompts. Hope you all had a lovely week. This week is going to be a gala time as in India we would be celebrating the festival of lights, "Diwali". <br />
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What are you doing this Diwali?<br />
How have you planned to celebrate it?<br />
How will you light up someone's life this diwali? <br />
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Do share it with us as our prompt for this week is inspired by this festival. It goes as follows,<br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: red;"><em><u><strong>"Lights in Diwali"</strong></u></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div style="background: white; line-height: 16.5pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://dreamers-chronicles.blogspot.com/">Deepika</a> and I would love to hear your take on this prompt. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 16.5pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Take your pens and start writing. The rules are very simple. You have to pen down 10 sentences which must comprise of 10 words each. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 16.5pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">About last week, we received two entires from two lovely ladies. I would like to say that both <a href="http://thevoidthoughts.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/a-new-beginning.html">Vinitha</a> and <a href="http://taleoftwotomatoes.wordpress.com/2014/10/18/longing-for-you/">Shalini</a> did a fabulous job with the prompt on <a href="http://blogatcynthia.blogspot.com/2014/10/1010-tuesday-prompt-2-water.html">Water</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Vinitha's fiction is a must read. Do visit her work <a href="http://thevoidthoughts.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/a-new-beginning.html">here</a>. Vinitha you did a great job. Loved reading your piece. The end was unexpected. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Shalini has written a wonderful poem which is a must read too. You can visit her work <a href="http://taleoftwotomatoes.wordpress.com/2014/10/18/longing-for-you/">here</a>.</span><br />
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Happiness is a secret recipe that no sage or saint can provide you. It is a hidden treasure that does not have a predefined route to finding it. It is a lock whose key is left to you to discover. <br />
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<em>Have you complained on and often that you are not happy?</em><br />
<em>Have you been depressed that you have no one to keep you happy?</em><br />
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Hold on, you need to face the truth that no second or third person can make you happy. It is highly imperative to understand that you are the only person who can make yourself happy. Sad but true, you cannot blame anyone for your unhappiness and you cannot put the burden on someone else to keep you happy. <br />
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Now you may think that the company of your friends gives you happiness or the company of that special someone makes you feel elated. You may feel that this contradicts the point that I have mentioned above. But in reality it doesn't. This is because, you have taken the effor to build your relations with these close people who in turn are a reason for your happiness. You have chosen to be happy amongst such people. <br />
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So next time if you find youself telling someone that you are not happy, then you are the person responsible for it. <br />
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There are some tips that I follow incase I feel unhappy. Read them below and let me know if these help you in the long run.<br />
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1. <strong><u>Find your passion:</u></strong> All of us have some passion that destress us and bring a smile on our face. Pick any of that and execute it. Say if you love painting, pick a piece of chart paper and play some strokes. <br />
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2. <strong><u>Move out:</u></strong> Move out of the current place that you are in and take a stroll in a nearby park or your own parking space. Breathe in some fresh air and feel the difference. <br />
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3. <strong><u>Avoid:</u></strong> Avoid things that are a put-off. <br />
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4. <strong><u>Listen to some music</u></strong>: Music has the capability to calm your senses. For me music and the lyrics they carry remind me of some special moments and automaticall bring a smile on my face. <br />
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5. <strong><u>Open an old photo album:</u></strong> Photos are the best possible way to capture sweet memories. Ever tried opening an old photo album? Do it today.<br />
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Last week was completely stressful for me for various reasons. I chose to make myself happy over the weekend by doing pot painting and buying festive lamps for diwali. <br />
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