tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76119874308826203052024-02-21T02:24:04.586+05:30Redefining AbstractionsRaw Content. No Artificial Flavors Added.Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-2270041076196807302012-06-01T12:05:00.002+05:302012-06-01T12:06:37.142+05:30Respect is earned, not asked for.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I carried a heavy heart for all these years. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apologizing is almost suicide equivalent for a huge ego like mine, but this time I had to, because I knew I did wrong to you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I might have hurt many people in the course of life, unintentionally and intentionally, but something I did to you, that too twice, weighed on me. That baggage I carried all this time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hurt you because you were in a vulnerable position, while I held the power. I chose wrong people over you, twice. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I knew you were way better than them, but I chose them, because I thought they chose me. Hierarchy. They played me, I played you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have no regrets that I chose wrong people, but I regret that I chose them over you. I shouldn't have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I knew I was wrong, still I thought you'd be better off without me. I let you go. No wait. I shoo-ed you off. How bad was it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Saying sorry was a difficult task. It took me so long to do it. I gathered guts for almost 4 years. But when I did, you dint even take a minute to say 'it's okay, don't apologize'. That is how nice you are. You are a beautiful human being. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Come to think of it, its funny in a way. I took more than 4 years to say sorry, you took less than 4 seconds to forgive. Or probably, you never held grudges, but I'll take it as forgiveness. You have a beautiful heart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I always thought of you highly. Now, you've crossed your own level. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You are one person whose memories always brought smile to my face, never a frown, not even a single time. That is why, my guilt conscious rose exponentially whenever I thought of you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You let it go so quickly, that I dint even get enough time to feel the heaviness evacuate my heart, I carried all these years. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Respect. You've earned this. </span></div>
</div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-82544893420707965002012-03-22T21:02:00.000+05:302012-03-22T21:02:36.327+05:30That Awkward Moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Age is just a number. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">दिल के बहलाने को ग़ालिब ये ख़याल अच्छा है.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will be 28 in a few months. I don't know, may be it is one of those days. This morning, this thought struck to me like a lightening bolt. '<b>What am I doing with my life?</b>' Mid life crisis too soon may be. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">10 years ago, I was a proud person, an independent person who had this feeling that I have the liberty to take the decisions of my life. I dint know back then, that the decision I have been taking are not considered as life decisions.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, when I look back in the past 10 years, I realize that I have not taken a single decision for my life. Which I could. I did not take a decision, when I should have. But like Geet said in Jab we met, I chose this life for myself, therefore I have no right to crib about it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have no idea what to do and how to do. Its just a phase, I'll get back to normal in another 2-3 days I know. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /> </a></span></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-75877375206665356332012-02-15T21:21:00.002+05:302012-02-15T22:05:27.292+05:30:)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Life is, after all, very much like a thriller book.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Its really exciting to find out that you predicted it right.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Its exciting. I am happy.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just two days ago, I struck this realization that I've let it go. And today, a Facebook update made me happy. So happy.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">I might just cry out of happiness :) Welcome baby Adah. Even though, they might not want to call you Adah any more. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">I might never see you, hold you, hug you or buy you pretty presents as much I want, but I have this love for you. I really do not know why. I just have :)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">And no, I wont be the creepy anonymous psycho someone who keeps sending you gifts just because.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here, this one is for you baby. Only for you. :)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Beatles when wrote this song, had never imagined how it could shape, or should I say make people's lives revolve around it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I happened to read this book, Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami- a very celebrated Japanese author. And, the book almost revolved around the song, more or less, inspired by it. My very first attempt of reading Murakami it was, and no, I am not reviewing the book. But I am not sure whether I'll read the author again. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I fail to understand the general association of love with depression. A love story is incomplete unless one or both of the protagonists die or can never meet. Pick any of the legendary love stories. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yeah, they made to the legends because they couldn't meet and died in the course of the their love. Zaalim zamana or some zaalim disease. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A love story can very well be light, full of humor and happy endings, but then, I think that will qualify as fairy tale. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">People in general are obsessed with the idea that it is not a love story unless there is no crying, no complexities and no deaths/ suicides.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The book has too many stirring emotions. It dint do anything to me while I was reading it, but it certainly left me depressed for a whole day after I finished reading the last chapter of it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-43416328204822599132011-12-01T17:56:00.000+05:302011-12-01T17:56:26.324+05:30Its December!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My favorite month of the year? Kind of yes and kind of not. Another year came to an end, and analyzing what the year did to me- this is the part which I don't like much.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What I like about it is, Winters. Yes. My second favorite season of the year. Not year, well, it actually overlaps two years. So my second favorite season as such after monsoons of course. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So winters are officially here. I woke up this morning, to a cloudy and foggy and chilly weather. A very winter-ish morning, first of the season. I smiled. As if God followed calender religiously and knew, it is December, so fill the colors accordingly. November's last morning yesterday, was comparatively sunny. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Also, it was a fulfilling morning. I finished the one month challenge last night, I took up on the <a href="http://myfeebleattemptsatfiction.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">fiction Blog</a>, I wrote about. Rising up to a feeling of gratification. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The response received was enormous. Almost 1400 blog hits in one month. Way bigger than I had expected. Already received 2 requests to continue <a href="http://myfeebleattemptsatfiction.blogspot.com/search/label/Shutter%20Inspired%20Micro%20Shots" target="_blank">Shutter Inspired Micro Shots</a> as a 365 day thing. Overwhelmed I am, but 365 day is a very very demanding commitment. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This 30 day challenge was demanding as well given my frequent work related traveling. I had to schedule 4-5 posts twice to keep the challenge going. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Taking up photos, thinking about stories to be woven on them, was a hell of a job. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had given up somewhere in the middle of the month, if only some people had not kept encouraging every day. Special mention to Punky, Lady Nimue and even MeethiMirchi. Thanks a lot for constant boosting, kind words of inspiration. Your constant comments on the posts, let me know that you were reading :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No regrets though. All's well, that ends well. This, however, is not the end. Just a beginning. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A new beginning at the end of a year, sure sounds ironic, but then, its never too late :D</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I felt sexy, because I felt creative all this Month. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hope December is as nice to me. In fact, now that I am in-charge, lets show 'em who the boss is. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Summing it up in Linking Park's lines :) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The emotions are same, timed differently, intensified differently. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And then I think, verbal expression comes naturally to some people. I am not one of them. </span></div><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-80742521154816969862011-11-22T19:55:00.000+05:302011-11-22T19:55:02.839+05:30Yun hi kuch kuch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">You can not be more sure of anything except your parents' reaction to certain something. It is a weird weird situation. The authority of decision making lies with you, obviously the influence remains theirs. Mine do support me a lot. And I am thankful to God for having blessed me with such a wonderful family.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">At times in your life, you come across such people who crush your self esteem to an irreparable level. Reason being, their own need to raise their ridiculously low self esteem. But Again, I am thankful to God, against one such person, I met 4 people who boosted mine without even realizing, they are doing a favor to me. 1:4 is a very high ratio. Not that I'd want a crusher again for another 4 boosters, but Life isn't that a bitch. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Because I am not shallow and blunt to crush people's inflated egos. I am not brought up that way and I've got my standards to maintain.</span></div><br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-78886505035679554172011-11-13T20:36:00.000+05:302011-11-13T20:36:50.405+05:30Illusions.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvIHZ6kOExUOj_q1G10CgeLj4Ie_zkrxJ1DBCqW-mz2ID91lUwYxs7S9zRcgTP6mZSxtnYR9X8Qnw8SDhewnJJou_Z7vY6xN3gt5W5SXO3bTE4LoVNLSrO0200-UCcUBuwpLAaRe7H4pH/s1600/Rockstar-Poster-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvIHZ6kOExUOj_q1G10CgeLj4Ie_zkrxJ1DBCqW-mz2ID91lUwYxs7S9zRcgTP6mZSxtnYR9X8Qnw8SDhewnJJou_Z7vY6xN3gt5W5SXO3bTE4LoVNLSrO0200-UCcUBuwpLAaRe7H4pH/s320/Rockstar-Poster-1.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love destroys. This is what I thought Rockstar portrayed. Not a review.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Falling in love is very easy. And denying it, even easier. What is difficult, is to not let it burn you inside out. Not being with the one you want to be is like being in a can of worms. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And for people like me, who'd rather stop feeling than feel a lot, the movie was disturbing. I take pride in boasting I have a hold on my emotions. I know how to curb them and not let my heart win over the brain. But there are hell load of people who are on the other side of the line.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And there are times when I think may be they are doing it the right way.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Besides, I want my own JJ </span><span style="font-size: large;">with </span><span style="font-size: large;">who I can मचाओ as much गंद as I want to :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">P.S. Shammi Kapoor<strike> is</strike> was the real RockStar!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">P.P.S. I think I liked the movie, but it is going to take another watch to get absorbed. </span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/2011/11/04/paper-trail-novpad-4/#comment-7939">This blogpost here</a> by Nimue, gave me a new perspective. I thought, we kept the warranty cards, bills, papers of things we purchased, in case we needed repair/ replacement in the warranty period. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But as it turns out, it is a memory of the celebrations and good times, Milestones of joys. :) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, this is turning out to be interesting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I took up a kind of project on the fiction blog for this month of November. I am calling it <b>'Shutter Inspired Micro Shots'</b>. What I am going to do in it is, write short stories on a few pictures taken by me. One story everyday for the month of November.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Pictures might be old and new, but entirely mine. So it is serving two purposes in one go- Writing and Photo :D </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Take a look <b><a href="http://myfeebleattemptsatfiction.blogspot.com/search/label/Shutter%20Inspired%20Micro%20Shots" style="color: blue;">here</a></b> :) </span></div>
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</div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-30586759645309234232011-10-12T16:05:00.000+05:302011-10-12T16:05:44.990+05:30Paranoia!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now is the time to move ahead. Free Mind and free heart. But what's stopping me is PARANOIA. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Result of being over cautious and still not been able to protect. </span></div><br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-28282538682693947112011-09-28T19:57:00.000+05:302011-09-28T19:57:18.453+05:30Don't Quit!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Someone from knows committed suicide apparently because of too much debt. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">People who commit suicide want to end things in an easy way. Is suicide an escape, a easy way out to end things?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Debt, like in this case, doesn't end with a life. The people left behind still owe it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It needs courage to kill oneself. If only this courage was used requiting adverse situations. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Probably this is a reason why suicide helplines exist. For people need counseling.</span></div><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-82614618275283423792011-09-25T11:39:00.000+05:302011-09-25T11:39:52.118+05:30Take Chances.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We meet people, like them, fall in love, give our best, get hurt, fall out of love, smile and move on, get ready to fall in love all over again. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-34230741608566509712011-09-25T11:32:00.000+05:302011-09-25T11:32:51.022+05:30Not Random<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everyone is going to ditch you a some point of time, its your choice who is worth it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Being careful is good. But it often leads to paranoia. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">People, still are not worth a chance. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /> </a></span></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-31281428046450914792011-09-23T15:56:00.000+05:302011-09-23T15:56:39.498+05:30Its Fall Again!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yea. Its Fall yet again. Gawd, where did the year go! (we always wonder the same by this time every year, no?)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, its fall and Sitcoms have returned. :D</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Modern Family and The Big Bang Theory have premiered. Now, I wait for Dexter. :D</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGC3V9gTUElG89uHzyWKGv2_GodUZfMl9BBP-rbkwt83sRh9vn81JdWtbPPjMwuUPFeYZH-zSL529TBQ7BVcVKTUE4y2RX5qtM93IUCgHk1FFGQG7fHPYQi_jrc-NHXNx9qpLSgkP9RNwP/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGC3V9gTUElG89uHzyWKGv2_GodUZfMl9BBP-rbkwt83sRh9vn81JdWtbPPjMwuUPFeYZH-zSL529TBQ7BVcVKTUE4y2RX5qtM93IUCgHk1FFGQG7fHPYQi_jrc-NHXNx9qpLSgkP9RNwP/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="234" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Phil Dunphy! O Phil! You were missed babe! </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Also, Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady took me once again with their wit! :D</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><strike><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Please God, despite the clear evidence that its not in your nature to care, bring love and happiness to all the souls who suffer.</span></span></strike></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /> </a></span></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-50112257687956010172011-09-21T18:43:00.000+05:302011-09-21T18:43:15.813+05:30To Hell with Spontainity!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Life doesn't go as per the plans. At least, not mine. I had plans, and then, my life happened. *points in the mirror and laughs*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">At times, I wonder, if I planned out a suicide (which I most certainly will not), and went to the railway tracks, India will witness a nationwide Train strike or railway failure of some sort. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Like O'Henry wrote in one of his short stories "Many people have achieved many things whose chances of doing so were much inferior than Miss Martha". <ed></ed></span></div><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-2206110219862910022011-09-16T19:24:00.000+05:302011-09-16T19:24:57.184+05:30Sleeping with a Stranger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">There is too much fuss these days. People can be found saying 'Indian women are strange. They'll say NO to sleep with a stranger, but will say YES to an arranged marriage.' </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, I am not against arranged or love marriages, but I never quite understood this thing. How is sleeping with a stranger comparable to arranged marriage.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">In my opinion, you'll never be forced to get married to a stranger for one (exceptions excluded); and for two, you'll never be forced to sleep with a stranger. And, I guess the urban people, who do not live in very backward and orthodox societies have this much of hold on their lives. Especially, the people who have a say in the decision of their lives. As in saying Yes or No to an arranged marriage.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">You do get a chance to know and understand your partner in an arranged marriage before you land into bed with them. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Also, the intellectual people who have hypothetically proved this theory to be correct, what would you call the people who are up for sleeping with strangers but say NO to arranged marriage?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And, you can not disagree that there are no people like that. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Also, some experienced souls tell me that </span><span style="font-size: large;">immaterial of how many years you have been into a relationship, </span><span style="font-size: large;">the other person does turn out to be a stranger even in love marriages. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Besides, there are people who think the sole purpose of marriage is getting to sleep with someone at the luxury of their own house, at their own disposal. I have got nothing to say to them. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">To each, his own. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">IMO, Marriage </span><span class="st">≠</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Sleeping with a stranger.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /> </a></span></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-31713609085436451302011-09-14T18:26:00.000+05:302011-09-14T18:26:55.519+05:30Being Indifferent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have stopped thinking. I do not want to give myself time to think anything that could give me aches. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Being indifferent is what I choose. Ignoring and being indifferent are class apart. Latter being superior. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">When you ignore something, you give it an undue importance you don't realize. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Indifference is the key. Temporary may be. Just, it is peaceful this way. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8VbgOm5HKnhKHomPeDeKaUBvYXQzurOuOavavzQzcMIoMrC3doQmtaLOhjKVArtn9Cd8LoVO8IUmvGuKdaP7QqUpqpYj3ni7iCdLijJKwLkQ_CP8st7AJkXKR1pg618VsIeZkQ89MEId/s1600/DSCN0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8VbgOm5HKnhKHomPeDeKaUBvYXQzurOuOavavzQzcMIoMrC3doQmtaLOhjKVArtn9Cd8LoVO8IUmvGuKdaP7QqUpqpYj3ni7iCdLijJKwLkQ_CP8st7AJkXKR1pg618VsIeZkQ89MEId/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-80050264095165728952011-08-06T12:15:00.000+05:302011-08-06T12:15:51.432+05:30Another Year Wiser.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wiser or not, I doubt, but I like to keep it that way. :D </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Never wanted to create a fuss about it, so kept away form Twitter, but somehow this Punky boy, who very fondly calls me his bro, (hugs for it) happened to remember. :) And hence proved that he just doesn't call me bro for the sake of it. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, I need to thank some 100 people on Twitter. Cha.alo, I'll mange.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Among other news, many unexpected events took place. Some people always manage to outsmart me. Doing what I think they wouldn't and not doing what I think they would. Whatever be the reason. You know who you are if you are reading this. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Also, my only Point and Shoot camera passed away just a few days back. So, I am kind of feeling handicapped. Very sad indeed. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And, yes, Birthdays *ARE* overrated. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/46/64EDCBC58A091B594F688DE5B8D979C1.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /> </a></span></div></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-64663574048417201592011-08-03T21:41:00.000+05:302011-08-03T21:41:01.656+05:30Dexter, in Me.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dexter. Someone I love. Not because he is hot, not because he kills people who escaped justice for their wrong doings. But, I have this, something he defines as dark passenger. i don't kill people though. Neither am I planning to do it sometime in future. Whatever he says, somehow is somewhere inside of me. Or, like he says, inside of everybody. Some people manage to make it prominent and let it prevail. Others, just hide it under their niceness. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've still got a huge pile of unread books to deal with before I possess the Dexter series finally. It makes me sad. </span></span></span></div><ul style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Tonight's the night.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">Don't be sorry that your darkness is gone. I'll hold it for you. I'll always keep it in me. </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">I like catching bad guys. I thought we all did.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">Instincts are all I've ever had.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">We all have secrets. In that way, I'm just like everyone else. Sorta.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">I know that look. I've had that look. He likes control, needs it. So I'll take it away from him.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">I'm the helpful handyman. How evil can I be?</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">All you can do is play along at life and hope that sometimes you get it right.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">Somehow it's reassuring knowing I'm not the only one pretending to be normal.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">Sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">I feel like a kid at his own surprise party.</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I've lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted, until the dark became my world and I could see.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;">I feel like I am floating. Floating on the surface of my own dreams. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span></span></span></li>
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</a></div>Richahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382252401380787038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7611987430882620305.post-78284738683363301362011-07-29T21:42:00.003+05:302011-07-29T21:51:37.596+05:30When it rained Bombs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This post is based on absolutely true events. The hilarious events of this incidence took place on the early morning of July 29, 2011. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Early morning, means early morning to me, because I was fast asleep. Thank Weather Gods, this year, like I said already, they have been generous in my part of the world, the morning routine (read jog) being on halt because of the rains, the waking up part becomes delayed. (On a totally unrelated note, monsoon, I tell you is the most sinful season of the year. We do not work out and eat a lot, that too pakode, samose et al).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, getting back to the story, I was fast asleep and I woke up to a loud thud. Thud would be an understatement. Voice of explosion was my first idea. When a person is fast asleep, wait. When a person like ME, is fast asleep, (I like to think myself belonging to the clan of <a href="http://sacredgames.typepad.com/glossary/2006/08/kumbhkaran.html" style="color: blue;">Kumbhkaran</a>. There are other stories behind this association, reserving them for some other time) a meek sound can not wake me up, and if I woke up with a startle, that means something actually huge happened. So, I was startled and surprised, and shocked and stumbled to find my phone and check the time. It was exact 6.00 am.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Because I live 30 kilometers away from Lahore, even though it is a very peaceful area now (touch-wood), first thing that came to my mind was, that we've been attacked from across the border, and air bombing has been happening. The next instant thought was that being under attack was kind of impossible because Miss <a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR2HfZrJbMDDHX2K6XMmSqiBcV5oi5TUb_QQKwDNnNG0T6HGQ9W" style="color: blue;">Hina Rabbani Khar</a>, the honorable Foreign minister of our neighboring country was our guest currently, they wouldn't risk attacking at this moment.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And, then it happened again. There was a huge orange flash outside my window followed by the boom-boom-boom-boom a few seconds later. The simple physics law came to my mind at that time. Light travels faster than sound. That was when I realized, things taught at school stay in our minds, even in the moments of panic. :D </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Many other panicky thoughts crossed my mind like being bombed, dying, my parents sleeping in the room downstairs, my brother who is living in the other city. I realized how short life was and how precious every moment spent with our loved ones is. Well. That's how life is. When you think it is coming to an end, you know who you're going to miss. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, the daring* </span><span style="font-size: large;">I am </span><span style="font-size: large;">(another unrelated note- if you haven't, go watch a dubbed movie called <a href="http://www.hindilinks4u.net/2011/02/diler-the-daring-2004.html" style="color: blue;">Diler- the daring</a>, starring Chiranviji from Telegu film industry. It airs of Star Gold/ Zee Cinema very often. It is meant to be adventure-thriller, but is comical. Totally worth watching), I decided to go check out what was going on outside. I knew if it was bombing, something could really hurt me if I go outside, still I took the chance. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Throwing the covering sheet away, I marched out of the room, opened the door in the balcony, and stepped out. To find out it was raining. Not drizzling, not cats and dogs, just raining. Initially, it was very hard for my eyes to adapt to the light outside and they were absolutely watery. I rubbed them for sometime to make myself see what was happening. It was still boom-boom-ing from the last explosion. All I could see was rain and pigeons. Lots and lots of pigeons. Panicky. Flying in from the direction of the explosion to the other side and looking for a shelter.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just to make it clear how did I think too much and how did so many things happened, while the sound of the explosion was still in the air, may I tell you, MY thoughts travel faster than light. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, I stood there for a few minutes. First in the rain, and moved under the shelter, waited for some action to happen again, but it did not. I was, yes, kind of disappointed at first, but my conscious woke up and scolded me for thinking such bad things. :D Then, I decided it had been nothing, but clouds colliding. Like, huge clouds. What else can you do in a situation like this? Compromise on a simpler logic. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was up, wide awake. I went downstairs to check on my folks. They were up and then we discussed the events over cups of tea on a rainy morning. I told them about my perception only to find out my dad had thought the same. :D WAR. God forbid. Followed by the stories of 1984 and 1989, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Blue_Star" style="color: blue;">Operations Blue Star</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Black_Thunder" style="color: blue;">Black Thunder</a> respectively. Which was very hard time for Punjab. Thankfully, it is over and Punjab is a happy and peaced-out place once again. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Misunderstanding cloud collision with an air bombing is something else and funny, but I really wish nothing of that sort happens again and peace prevails in the world. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">P.S. I do not mean to hurt feelings of any </span><span style="font-size: large;">nation </span><span style="font-size: large;"> and/ or </span><span style="font-size: large;">community </span><span style="font-size: large;">with this post, in case, un-intentionally I happened to do so, apologies in advance.</span><br />
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