tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25874647804109311952024-03-05T05:58:12.843-08:00 My noteSome post's by me...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-13074643229624891612013-07-08T11:40:00.002-07:002013-08-11T01:37:52.802-07:00WHY ARE WE SENT ON EARTH ? (An Imaginary Thought)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Many times this question hits my mind that 'why are we sent on earth ?'<br />
Many times I think why did God sent us on earth, why din't he allow us to stay with him in heaven where everything is so beautiful, so pleasing, so innocent, so peaceful, so selfless, so greed free, so humble, so caring and so Godly !!!<br />
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Then I looked around and found that there was nothing left in us that pleases God. We are beautiful outside but not at all from inside, we are not pleasing unless other person is useful to us in future, innocence is just part of our vocabulary now, peace is seen nowhere in the world, 'selfless' this word is not even a part of vocabulary for many people forget about living it, 'greed free' this words are taken in totally another way by humans instead of getting free from greed we get even more greedy when we look at the word FREE !! humble is used only while requesting someone that's it, care has been replaced by curiosity, we are upto everything that God doesn't like but still we hope God will do what we like.<br />
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Munjaal Ravalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02272184102935248987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-59195864474793535332013-06-20T08:44:00.000-07:002013-07-06T23:49:51.555-07:00Myself VALENTINE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Hi friends I am valentine. I was from ROME and lived my lived my life on earth in third century, its too long back. It was the time when Rome was ruled by Emperor named Claudius. I never liked Emperor Claudius, infact many of them had same feelings.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!<br /><br />Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.<br /><br />One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.<br /><br />I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.<br /><br />One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."<br /><br />I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love, and they laugh -- because they know that love can't be beaten!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy Valentine Day</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-48065918435316459812012-05-12T02:06:00.000-07:002014-01-20T01:32:40.721-08:00Things guys should keep in mind on a date<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>1) Talking about his Ex.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>2) Should be real and not fake.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>3) Should not show off and try to be what he is.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>4) Should not worry about the people who are staring at you both.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>5) Come 1 or 2 hours before time and check whether everything is perfect or not at the venue.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>6) Shouldn't brag about the things he own.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>7) Should not talk more about other girls.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>8) Should not cross his limits in respect to speaking and hand hand gestures.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>9) Should not check his cellphone again and again.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>10) Should praise yourself.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>11) Be kind and down to earth.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>12) Should not talk about Sex.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>13) Should not fight or argue.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>14) Shouldn't talk about cricket.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>15) Should not talk about profession and office much unless you both share mutual profession.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>16) Should sound like a gentleman.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>17) Should not get more close in any sense (Eg. Asking too much personal questions or physically close)</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>18) Should not talk about about what 'Gappa bazi' you do with your friends.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>19) Should not talk about others and specially people girl hates.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>20) Should not talk about your computer games.</b></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">21) S</span><span style="line-height: 14px;">hould not underestimate the girl with him.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="line-height: 14px;"><b><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">22) Should not be prody just because he is a boy.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>23) Respect for the feminine nature will really help.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>24) Never leave a girl alone for talking on phone.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>25) Don't give her fake compliments.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>26) Notice her small small accessories and give her compliments.</b></span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-51797252997961420082012-04-29T05:54:00.000-07:002012-04-29T06:04:27.788-07:00Life After College<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">nOw nO mOre hunting fOr ID card in morning ........</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre running tO bank fOr making D.D ........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre tension of gate closing just for being few mins late .......</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre waiting fOr lift .......</span></span></b><br />
<b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">nOw nO mOre buttering TULSI BHAI n DINESH BHAI .......</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre cursing college management fOr charging 500/- tO get ua cell back ........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre standing in coridoor n waiting fOr our crush tO pass by ..........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre dance practice in KHUFIA ..........</span></span></b><br />
<b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">nOw nO mOre bird watching in canteen ..........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre shOuting F.Mmmmmmmmmm F.Mmmmmmm in college fest ..........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre irritating faculties by singing gujju garba n banging nashik dhOl in classroom ..........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre shOuting fifdy dooo during attendance after last roll no. was called .........</span></span></b><br />
<b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: magenta;">nOw nO mOre mimicry of faculty members ..........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre searching class .........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre excuses fOr cOming late in lec ...........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nOw nO mOre gathering tO xerox shOps ........</span></span></b><br />
<b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">nOw nO mOre mass bunks .........</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">nOw nO mOre pet names fOr friends ........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">nOw nO mOre secrete codes for indicating hot chick passing by ........</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">nOw nO mOre punches in presentations .........</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: orange;">nOw nO mOre shouting at friends after exam "SAALE KAL HI TOH SIKHAYA THA TEKEO FIR BHI NAHI LIKHA"</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: orange;"><br /></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: orange;">nOw nO mOre searching for class room before every lecture ......</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: orange;">nOw nO mOre begging gatekeeper tO get in without ID ........</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: orange;"><br /></span></span></b><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>nOw nO mOre over weighting lift by entering 10-12 people at time instead of 7-8 .........</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>nOw nO mOre rushing fOr group pics .........</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>nOw nO mOre pushing each other on hot girls n saying "KYA KAR RAHA HAI ?" in front of that chick ....... </b></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">nOw nO mOre waiting fOr IMPORTANCE a night before examination .......</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">nOw nO mOre grOup studies ........</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">nOw nO mOre 'WE' will be used nOw only 'I' will be used every where .......</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"><i><b>(YOU CAN ADD YOUR EXPERIENCE ALSO WHICH YOU GONNA MISS, IT WILL BE INCLUDED IN THE ABOVE WRITE UP WITH YOUR NAME IN BRACKETS)</b></i></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-36249406113806870562012-03-29T21:07:00.000-07:002012-03-29T21:13:23.574-07:00College Ends Life Ends<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: blue;">I dont know how will I survive in professional world without them, feels like now my life ends, </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #45818e;">Nobody will call me with ridiculous nicknames and no more i'll be paired with the girl with whom my friends found me standing for a while,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #45818e;">Nobody will be there to write project for me and no more panic for last moment submition of project and after reaching classroom again running down stairs because I forgot to get a file,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Looking at hot chick and showing thumbs up to friends instead of uttering a single word about her,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">And waiting for college fest for getting in touch of <span id="goog_942689508"></span><span id="goog_942689509"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a>new girls and asking for their numbers with heart full of fear,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #674ea7;">Texting each other during lecture and criticizing lecturer and abusing lecturer if they takes a your cellphone because you where busy reading msg,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Going canteen and sitting for hours without ordering a single item, and later ordering cutting tea between 16 people just to shut the mouth of canteen owner and then giggle loudly,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #e69138;">Entering college on friends ID and when caught by faculty member, giving them reason that you've given application but forgot to collect ID from office,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #783f04;">Moving out of prelims in 10mins and like a fool sitting on stair case which is just opp to staff room,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #783f04;">When caught by princi who is always on round, the reason given to her for sitting out used to be "ma'am his health is not sound"</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Going for mass bunking and than tearing the attendance muster's prev months page, all this things when hits my mind spills out tears from eyes and makes me wish to back to my teen age.</span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-45637264658433784422012-02-19T00:57:00.000-08:002012-02-19T00:58:33.936-08:00Reason Behind VALENTINE'S DAY ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSzdj0n6On7J53bXpjmH9iV3GJw_MBudcpu84lb-mtiBGQYsSA1Y6pqIala4s5CjiM2xGN6n_rcqtPbhJTp-pr43p-46vFhUCuWEMWKJFR0go2GyPYsZRy9y0OPNN7isOmFpLV2lQ3dI/s1600/stvalentine4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSzdj0n6On7J53bXpjmH9iV3GJw_MBudcpu84lb-mtiBGQYsSA1Y6pqIala4s5CjiM2xGN6n_rcqtPbhJTp-pr43p-46vFhUCuWEMWKJFR0go2GyPYsZRy9y0OPNN7isOmFpLV2lQ3dI/s320/stvalentine4.jpg" width="224" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">My name is VALENTINE.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> I was from Rome and lived my life on earth in third century, its too long back and right now enjoying heaven. I feel so nice when I see couple getting married or loving each other truly. Anyways
lemme continue with my intro, It was the time when Rome was ruled by Emperor
named Claudius. I never liked Emperor Claudius, in fact many of them
had same feelings.</span></div>
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Claudius always wanted to have huge armed force. He expected Rome citizen (men)
to join his army. Many men were just against fighting in the war. They were
afraid to go away from their wives and families. Now you must have got an idea
that not many men came up to join army. This made Claudius furious. So what
next? Did he give up? Nooo ways, instead he had an crazy idea. He thought that if
men remains single and don’t marry anyone then they wouldn’t have any issues
with joining army. So Claudius banned all the new marriages. Youth where of the
view that this law was cruel and ridiculous. Even I thought it was foolish law
which aimed at opposing the nature! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!<br />
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Sorry I forgot to mention that I was a priest!! Being a priest my favorite
activity was to marry people. I did not stop performing marriage ceremony even
after Claudius passed his law, I kept performing my activity -- secretly, of
course. It was an exciting moment to marry people secretly. The ceremony went
on something like this way; A small candlelit room with bride, groom and myself
whispering the words of ceremony and listening to the steps of soldiers all the
while and keeping mum if a soldiers stood nearby room.<br />
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One night, we did hear
footsteps. It was too scary, but thank lord the couple I was marrying left the
place in time and escaped. But unfortunately I was caught and was under arrest. I was
thrown behind the bars and told that ‘Death’ was my punishment.<br />
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I tried to stay happy. And guess what? Wonderful things happened with me in prison.
Too many young people came to meet me over there. They threw notes and flowers
on my window. They all just wanted me to know that they, too believed in love
like I do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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The Daughter of the Jailor was also one these young couple. Her father did not
oppose her to meet me in the cell and gave her the permission for the same (I
guess even he believed in love, but because of fear of Claudius he kept
silence). Sometimes we would sit and have chat for hours and hours. She always helped
me keep my spirits up like a true friend. She agreed that I did right by not
following emperors law and continuing with secret marriages. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px;">Finally</span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt;"> the day arrived when I
was to die, on that day I left my friend a little note thanking her for her
friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."<br />
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I believe that note started festival or the ritual of giving love messages to
each other on Valentine's Day. Note was written on the day I died, February 14,
269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember to pass love messages but
still there are many who don’t remember me, I guess they don’t even know me
properly and also the reason behind celebrating this day. But those who know me – most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think
of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to come in the way of love, and
they laugh -- because they know that love can't be beaten!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-64675190748229235642012-01-14T10:20:00.000-08:002012-01-14T10:22:28.469-08:00Girl and Boy can never be Best Friends ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-47119437716828441382012-01-12T10:45:00.000-08:002012-01-13T04:38:26.932-08:00I never said but I LOVED YOU<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaOM9mOnobm_bidg-9tVgc0icfvsWr0PcRC6BANzhgeR-s3A1S33m9c8mPS-JiIi1zW1xF0VE2kdr-fJCANLyORvC2NKeRhoNM6ff56UhZMw80ycwTnzG9vzOnJVkcM7yberJ6B06u28/s1600/love-cross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaOM9mOnobm_bidg-9tVgc0icfvsWr0PcRC6BANzhgeR-s3A1S33m9c8mPS-JiIi1zW1xF0VE2kdr-fJCANLyORvC2NKeRhoNM6ff56UhZMw80ycwTnzG9vzOnJVkcM7yberJ6B06u28/s320/love-cross.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #a64d79;">I like you because you were the one who helped me in moving on from my ex,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">But I think loving you even after knowing that you love somebody else is like hurting my own leg with an axe..</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I like you because you were the one who always tried to understand me,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">But whenever I tried to understand you, you always refused and kept distance and never allowed me..</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I like you because you are not like other girls i have come across,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">But because you are not like others i never felt like I can ever fall for you and even can die for you and put my life at loss..</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I like you because you thought me how to live life and avoid pains,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">But you never thought how to live without talking to you and how to remove you from my vains..</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I like you because you were always there whenever I needed you,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">But you didn't teach me how to handle such morning where I'm not greeted by you..</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">I always liked you but had to hide my feelings behind fun and flirt because I knew you deserve a much better partner and could get much more of everything that I could give you,</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">But deep inside I always wished that why cant I become that partner who can give you everything that you deserve and never had to leave you..!!!</span><br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-47150521253985059072011-12-18T00:50:00.000-08:002011-12-18T00:53:39.412-08:00forget you .... never<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When I faced you for the first time I was afraid to talk to you...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When I started talking to you I was afraid to like you...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When I started liking you I was afraid to love you....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When I started loving you I was afraid to loose you...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When i lost you I was afraid that whether i'll be able to forget you...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When i lost you I was afraid that whether i'll be able to give same love to another one or i'll keep missing you...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">When i started loving another girl she did the same thing with me and once again it reminded me of you...</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY, WHATEVER I DO I AM NEVER GONA FORGET YOU!!</span></b><br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-47137897982807157222011-12-05T05:58:00.001-08:002013-06-20T08:45:35.777-07:00POVERTY vs KASAB<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li>The warehousing corporation should not be allowed to be
freely distributed to the poverty-stricken people of this country as per the
statement of the PM . but, we have
adequate funds to guard the perpetrators of violence! What a double-standard?
This can happen only in India, the so called largest democratic country in the
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<li>Ajmal Kasab is indirectly making a hole in tax payers pocket
since all the expense is borne by tax paying community of our country. The tax money should be used for tightening securities on
railway stations and local trains where poor and middle class people travel
daily , but instead tax money is utilized in construction of a special cell
inside the high-security Arthur Road jail. It has been designed in such a
manner that even if a truck laden with explosives were to ram into it, the cell
would not be dented. government can risk thousands of poor and innocent lyfs
but dont wana risk lyf of a terrorist.</li>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">J.J hospital , hospital owned by government where poor’s
are treated at cheaper rate. Till the date there was no huge amount of money
spent on this hospital for betterment of poor people or say in providing better
facilities to poor people in fact they where treated just like animals sometimes and even serious casualties are not attended
on time. but, for kasab </span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">Nearly Rs. 1 crore was spent for the creation of a bullet-proof cell for
Kasab on the JJ Hospital premises but he was never taken there, instead,
doctors were summoned to the Arthur Road jail, whenever Kasab had a health
problem</span>.</span></span></li>
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captured, has been attended to by anywhere between 16-24 doctors for his
various ailments in the past year.</span> But, many times when a poor man dies
in the lobby of government hospital because of accident, leave the doctor not even a compounder comes
to see what happened to the person </span>.</span></li>
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Arthur Road jail and towards payment of fees for the public prosecutor and
lawyers appearing for Kasab. </span>but, this kind of securities if government spent on securities of common man
than the blast at zaveri bazaar would have never taken place where many poor
lyfs were dead and there they didn’t even receive compensation money but the
public prosecutors where paid huge sum of money for kasab .</li>
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any specific success on proving Pakistan's involvement in this attack in front
of the UNO and is still keeping Kasab alive.</span> If this amount was spent on development backward
class people and giving good quality education in government schools than
atleast in future we could have made a huge force of technically literate
generation who would be equipped with all the necessary brains and techniques
to stay protected against such unwanted people entering our country.</li>
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Rs. 85 lakh per day, to keep the 21-year-old terrorist from the Pakistani town
of Faridkot . Iin spite of the fact that the state's debt has crossed the Rs.
1.85 lakh crore mark. Still the government is the government is wary of letting
out any information on Kasab and is saying Rs 31 crore figure is strictly
unofficial.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> Now government will
have to face BOP problems and that problem will be solved by reducing spending
on government facilities which are mostly used by middle class and poor people.</span></li>
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crore on the Maharashtra government for guarding Kasab at the Arthur Road jail
and sought its reimbursement which has stunned the state. Do you feel the cost
of keeping him alive is justified? <span style="color: #333333;"> It
is surprising that a person who has been identified as a criminal , in a court
of law , is still in custody which is costing the country crores !Why is no
person / organization interested in bringing this tamasha to an end ?We are
interested in fighting to bring back the 4 lakh crores from Swiss banks which
would decrease inflation in country and bring down prices of necessities to
ground level , which is a project for eternity but we are not doing anything to
stop this expenditure which is currently affecting poor people badly because
all this expenses are going to be collected by common man of India only, non of
the politician is going to come forward to give entire expenses although its
just a fraction of amount what they have saved in their swiss bank account.</span></li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhwOb2ajBMF2vJO8puclnH6vObsLUofvpzpH_i86zBgeRPzQtAXJcwbhpQMcTk2nmu20DFfJpdHhY0h43Ofl_in793Vw9BZin1LyKg3uhSQ97utkQBdv3mo_WgbjS8A7fVzspOaAQrhA/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhwOb2ajBMF2vJO8puclnH6vObsLUofvpzpH_i86zBgeRPzQtAXJcwbhpQMcTk2nmu20DFfJpdHhY0h43Ofl_in793Vw9BZin1LyKg3uhSQ97utkQBdv3mo_WgbjS8A7fVzspOaAQrhA/s200/books.jpg" width="200" /></a>A month before examination I realize that my notes need me to understand their feelings... at such times I sit with my notes all alone, lock my room, and very softly I take my notes out of folder and start staring at it, after sometime I feel like my notes are also staring at me and slowly I start falling in love with notes..<br />
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After sometime I feel like my notes are wanting me to read and understand their feelings for me so I try to read them and understand their feelings and come to conclusion that they really care for me and wants me to clear the examination with good scores!!<br /><br />But after sometime ie after an hour or two, just like a typical girlfriend my notes starts demanding more and more and expect me to understand their each and every feeling, so I just get irritated and tell her "sweetheart I think its not working anymore so lets end it over here" <br /><br />And next day again I go on date with notes of some other subject and the story repeats .... :P </div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-34070336097613670932011-10-25T07:52:00.000-07:002011-11-30T00:57:15.112-08:00I Still Love You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love You</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you rest in my arms,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you look into my eyes,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way I pull you towards me when you are angry at me and suddenly you start to blush,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love our night walks.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I always love to wear the shirt you gave me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you talk to me,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you kiss me,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you call me 'shona',</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I know you are in love with some else now but will always love you and will wait for the day when you ll be back in my life, back with all the love!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you smile when I kissed you first time,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you say I'am your world and you will never leave me,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I Love the way you stare at me during movie,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I just love to fight with you because the way you smile after fight is just awesum</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I just find a reason to slap on your forehead,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I think I'am just falling in love with you again, but this time its only me because you have fallen in love with someone else.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">but still I LOVE YOU , WILL LOVE YOU TILL MY LAST BREATH.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>WRITTEN BY A SECRET LOVER </i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>(can't disclose his name) sorry!!</i></b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-65981674512743731582011-09-18T22:17:00.000-07:002011-09-18T22:17:09.888-07:00Do you think you can forget your first Love ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSufMJhH5LpfZHV2wXsiSY8sMom45Uch3RH1j9jMvElyIOyZpQ9Ychk91k8QY2FK4DiIVirSTDe0-WAkKcPn8nEv4IOI1zzGuEuE-v50QQrkq6y6RB6XwtVkPGQnwZKRmN1Mh-XB20kfg/s1600/cigar-cigarette-forget-love-never-Favim.com-114412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSufMJhH5LpfZHV2wXsiSY8sMom45Uch3RH1j9jMvElyIOyZpQ9Ychk91k8QY2FK4DiIVirSTDe0-WAkKcPn8nEv4IOI1zzGuEuE-v50QQrkq6y6RB6XwtVkPGQnwZKRmN1Mh-XB20kfg/s320/cigar-cigarette-forget-love-never-Favim.com-114412.jpg" width="320" /></a>Almost every one of us must have loved some one in our lives so truly that for whom you could have gone to any extent, even ready to die for that person. Even if that person did not love you back that much but still you would love them without thinking what they feels for you, you still love them without expecting anything from them except the amount of love you gave them... now that is what i call <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;">TRUE LOVE!!!</span><br />
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</b></span>Many of us think that flirting with many helps in erasing <u>F<b>irst Love </b></u>from mind and heart .. but lemme tell you guys its of no use !!! You must be wondering that flirting has helped you alot in not missing him/her anymore , but it hasn't really. Ok lemme explain, have you ever noticed that whenever you are asked about your 1st love by your friends , you often say "I don't miss him/her that much Or I dont miss him/her anymore" .. but have you ever said that "he/she occupies No space in my heart anymore Or I never think about him/her, he/she is No more important to me"<br />
Your answer is a 'NO' ryt ???<br />
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It is because you cannot forget person who was once everything to you, how can you forget person who meant world to you, for whom you could fight with whole world without thinking about the consequences you may have to face in future, person who drew thick line between them and your friends or even your besty..<br />
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sometimes this thick line is created between them and your parents as well n they become integral part of your heart which your parents also somewhere lacked to reach that part of your heart .... Now how can you remove such person from your mind and heart who had totally separate place in your heart n dat place is premium place n person staying over their receives 1st priority your life.<br />
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Sometimes you forget every favour, help, affection and love given to you by the people to whom you start giving secondary importance in your life just for that one person who has entered in your life just before couple of months or years back whereas the people whom you start giving secondary importance were there with you from ages, the importance you give to your bestys n family is just next to nil in front of what you give to your loved one, now how can you forget such person who made such tremendous changes in your life !!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">yOu cAn juSt miss yOur firSt lOve Less, but can never </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">HATE Or FORGET</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> them .... !!!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-31879973931076506012011-08-13T23:49:00.000-07:002011-11-30T05:04:17.982-08:00U.S debt crises in simple terms<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAP0LNnXfvOHqLeuSl2qXwbjc3kpNiP0ovTyZRzcEiQzwbToTdr0AAHtBTmvUhyphenhyphenIc4XCFwAHAIEXldRQjrv624ztVf7VTaiBFN7zGDlVqLkcCsoutp0bMhnnrWditHioOQmDZYk6D4SU/s1600/US-Financial-Crisis-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAP0LNnXfvOHqLeuSl2qXwbjc3kpNiP0ovTyZRzcEiQzwbToTdr0AAHtBTmvUhyphenhyphenIc4XCFwAHAIEXldRQjrv624ztVf7VTaiBFN7zGDlVqLkcCsoutp0bMhnnrWditHioOQmDZYk6D4SU/s200/US-Financial-Crisis-image.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Let us assume that U.S is some individual person so that it can become easier for you to understand ...</span><br />
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(U.S) has lots of bills to pay For.eg.<b><i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Homeland security, Pensions, Foreign Aid, Medicare, DOT , NASA, NOAA, NIS, FAA, FEMA, FTC, FSA, Defense, Farm subsidies, Federal salaries, Medicaide, Veteran's benefits, Highway system, USPS, FBI, CIA, NSA, DOD n Foreign wars etc</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> etc etc...</span><br />
the sum of all the bills is around almost 4trillion dollars worth every year and his income is little over 2.2trillion dollars per year, now to make difference the deficit of almost 2trillion dollars he does what most americans do ie it borrows money... when U.S takes up the loan it calls it 'A bond' i,e U.S issues bond to borrow money. This bonds are held by<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Banks, Investors </span>or even by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Foreign governments</span>. U.S has to promise to pay interest on every bond just like you do while taking any loans.<br />
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now the prob arises here, sometimes you think of paying your loans or mortgage by credit cards ryt??? the same thing he does. he takes up new loans i,e <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">new bonds to make payments on old bonds.</span><br />
now all dos loans n specially the interest to be paid keeps on adding. Right now U.S owes about 14 trillion dollars, 14trillion dollars is about the same as GDP of America ie Gross Domestic Product (total value of all goods n services produced by american economy in an entire year) which means <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>DEBT = ENTIRE GDP.</b></span><br />
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Its really a big money. now U.S is running out of people to borrow from to clear this debt and also having trouble of paying interest on its loans. RBS came out with solution ie <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">either cut spending or increases taxes;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">/</span>bt if it stops spending then people on whom he spends will start complaining that they dont have money to spend n if it raises taxes dan people will have really less money in hand to spend ...!!<br />
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So, U.S chooses an easiest way to make money or say make payments, he calls up FEDERAL RESERVES wic is central bank n just like magic dollars were created and deposited all over America. but this lead to inflation because flow of dollars became more than goods available to in market dats y commodities lyk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">gassoline, food , oil n gold</span></span> became more expensive, this happened because U.S implemented its money making magic by approaching FEDERAL RESERVES.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Remember the foriegn government that lend money to U.S ???</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"> <b>something interesting</b> </span>took place at that time, It made U.S look richer n der countries look poorer, n when a country looks poorer tha America; one dollar ie american money buys lot of other countries money For eg. If 1$ was equal to INR 45 then now 1$ will be equal to INR 50 wic means Americans can buy 5 more INR for same 1$ .... Americans can pay INDIAN workers a few penny a day because they are getting Rupee at cheaper rate. This ultimately pulls down labour cost of the company n the manufacturer can sell their products in America at lower prices than any other American manufacturer can. Now, the easiest way for American manufacturers to compete is to move their companies<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> overseasn </span>pay their workers a few penny's a day.<br />
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But, this leads to recession in America becz Americans loose their jobs n no job means no tax to be paid to government no tax means decrease in income from taxation (major part of earning for any government) n the people who lost their jobs start collecting government benifits lyk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">medicaide and unemployment..</span><br />
This means U.S has less income n has to spend more n at such times people who still have their jobs are desperate to keep their jobs n can do more work even for lesser money.<br />
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When dollars are of less worth n inflow of the same has stopped this leads to<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>STAGFLATION i,e <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">inflation + recession = STAGFLATION.</span></b><br />
U.S now is in big trouble, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">he cant raise taxes nor cut spending to without making recession averse and he cant approach federal reserves to create more money without making inflation averse</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">. </span>for now what he can do is keep borrowing more money but as he is not able to pay the interest on loans he already has it can just push towards the bankruptcy wic is worst.<br />
Its not too long within just few months or say few years a day will come when he wont be able to pay his bills anymore.. wen dat happens BANKS, INVESTORS n FOREIGN GOVERNMENTS who are counting out that money; wont be able to pay their own bills.. You see Governments, Banks n Corporation dont have much money, what they have is nothing but debt to each other.<br />
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If one stops payment the whole chain defaults .. If investors stops paying bills the corporation wont pay to their employees ... If banks are not able to pay their bills, u wont be able to take more loans, use ur credit cards or even retrieve ur savings.. If foreign government dont pay their bills their own banks and corporations will have d same problems that is what we call <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">A GLOBAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE .</span></i></b><br />
It never happened before so nobody knows how long will it last for n how to overcome it, the house of cards has already been fallen down, their is no painless way to build it back.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><b>ALL WE CAN DO IS JUST EDUCATE EACH OTHER ABOUT WHATS ACTUALLY GOING ON AND TO PREPARE FOR THE WORSE.</b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587464780410931195.post-13550208904106264312011-08-07T01:29:00.000-07:002011-08-07T02:20:29.984-07:00ADDICTION hurts..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguiL7vA7jD7niCZAzZWzqUQxJlnNTWUCtzvNpJNQ_GEl0j-wOfGMiNjcXXcYPlT-WKkTkP6R0v4vZ3QEz7E8Tay9phcqVeEhmnGdDrJmSAmOga5geVn4LBCcRHMdxAHa6CeRy3oWEX_g/s1600/love+add.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguiL7vA7jD7niCZAzZWzqUQxJlnNTWUCtzvNpJNQ_GEl0j-wOfGMiNjcXXcYPlT-WKkTkP6R0v4vZ3QEz7E8Tay9phcqVeEhmnGdDrJmSAmOga5geVn4LBCcRHMdxAHa6CeRy3oWEX_g/s320/love+add.jpg" width="320" /></a>ADDICTION... the word itself is scary, scary not in horror sense but scary because it gives us scary feeling of how will i survive if someday i don't get the thing i'm addicted to or i'm used to.. at such times your worst nightmare is getting departed from the thing or person we are addicted to!!<br />
If its a thing then the wounds of getting departed soothes early without any marks on mind or heart but if its a person to whom you were addicted then even a decade is not enough to sooth that wound n even if it soothes the marks of the wounds stays forever on your heart n mind, the marks may vanish from your mind as the time passes but nothing can rub those marks from your heart.<br />
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sometimes we make mistakes in selecting right person for us, many times we end up with fake sweet talkers and loose right ones. people this days are so confused in selecting right person that they just end up with wrong fake ones. selecting right person have become a gamble today, here the opponent is so sharp that he ll not even give u single such reason which can help you identifying him. This days love has become a game, game of winning others heart n breaking them; the more hearts you break the more XPs ie experience you get , this game gives so bad addiction that people keeps on breaking hearts just to soothe their own heart.<br />
This is chain actually where A breaks heart of B and to soothe his own heart B breaks heart of C so that he can forget the pain given by A !!!<br />
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Here the victim or the one who is left alone feels guilty for giving chance to such person. Sometimes we have to pass through such phases of life where we don't even know 'whom we love n to whom we think we love'<br />
Confused??? i'l explain u.. sometimes we think that v love some1 but its not actually love but our infatuation for that person.<br />
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sometimes we just try to avoid people who love us n to whom v don't.. and a moment comes wen v feel lyk breaking friendship wid them becoz the way such people stare at u and care for u n tok wid u n flirts wid u feels irrittating because in past that person was the one on whom u had crush so u dont want ur past to affect ur presence. so finally a time comes wen u just cant bear anymore n stop talking to them wic hurts them lyk hell becz wen person who means everything to u dont even talk to u, feels lyk ur existance in the world is of no use better u leav dis world. Thinking about all such things from their point of view v forgive them n mutually decide to start with a new relationship which would be only up to FRIENDSHIP.<br />
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Now, the main problem begins.. initially u feel that the person has changed n is just thinking of u as just a friend n to make u believe they says that they are committed wid some1 n comes closure to u n starts flirting again n dis tym u start lyking dat person but ur not sure about it..<br />
After couple of weeks that person discloses the truth saying that he/she wasnt committed n lied just to come close to u n become ur besty.. this hurts u but nt much.<br />
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After spending so much time together n inspite that person lied u, u start lyking that person n he/she becomes part of ur lyf n dis time its really serious kinda lykings becoz u have been wid that person for long time n know each other verry well, but still u havent yet told that person about ur lykings towards him/her.<br />
he/she asks u several tyms about ur lykings bt u say NO al the tym n stick upon a thing that u lyk somebdy else.<br />
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After some couple of months u suddnly come across a news that he/she is already having partner who was out of town.. n the person uv startd lyking had nobody in town to be wid so he/she just wanted u to be wid dem till the time his/her partner who is out of town comes back into the town n suddenly ur left alone.<br />
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U all of sudden start feel guilty for everything, guilty for giving him/her a chance, guilty for felling in love with him/her again, guitly for beleaving all the lies n best one was "i cant leave widout you" dis lie really hurts u n even can make nybdy fell in love.. now u are at the situation where u cant forget all thos lies n ur just addicted to that person n just cant forget him/her at any cost n want back them in ur lyf n also want all dos things back that was between u both, bt nw its impossible n u just have to tell ur heart that "whatever happens is for good cause" ...<br />
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In the end u have to think positively that, good u both are no more together or rather say ur away from the one to whom u loved once oR he/she loved u oR u both once loved each other becoz u both had no future so better move on..<br />
He/She have alrdy moved on but somewere u havent becoz u still feel that he/she still feels for u.. Its not the fact but still somewer in heart u cant just forget dat person so u start xpecting that even they shudnt forget u bt as v all knw things never happns d way v wish them to .............. u just keep hoping that one day all the memories related to that person lyk d way he/she stared at u, the way he/she said 'babu' , the way he/she used to ask 'y din u had ur dinner yet' the way he/she used to scold u on ur mistakes n say 'stupid cant u take care of urself' etc etc etc.... u just end up hoping that someday u'll forget all this things n will move on n get rid of their ADDICTION.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> I'am at the moment when i know that my heart is gonna break soon, still i'am not backing out or not even moving on to some other path of life which i'am unable to do nor i want to do if could do... I don't know why m i sticking around when i know that soon i'am gonna get the news that i'am just a very good friend in her life n the place which i want in her life is already occupied by some1 else..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">n it hurts even more when you come to know that the somebody who occupied space which was desired by you is nobody else but the same person who once essayed the role of best not just best but closest friend in your life, but has gone away from your life just because you both loved the same person n it was impossible for u both to continue as bestys because the person who used to make u smile with his presence the same person now pokes into your eyes whenever comes into your sight.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">It becomes really unbearable when u have to see the person who ditched u with the person u loved d most, that too for most of the day..but still you cant help it n have to bear them person with a big 'fake' smile on your face..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">i cant believe that anybody can be so cruel that even after knowing how much your besty loves some1 still you start dating the very same person n don't even let your besty know about it n one day suddenly you get the news from other people regarding dating between your besty n your love..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> if that was not all.. suddenly one day u receive a news from one of ur friend that the person u love; by mistake sends a text to one of ur friend saying </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> "good ni8 swtheart.. muuuuaaaaaaah miss u.. take care n kal 6 baje uthati hu"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> n tells your friend to whom this msg was delivered by mistake that</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"plz plz plz don't tell any one about this msg, it was bymistake sent to u" ...........</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">n wen she was askd by the same person to whom msg was delivered bymistake.. the rly recvd was </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> now what the 'f' this means mahn!! what would a rational mind think after reading such text..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">if it was not enough this thing was hidden from me by my love who is also my besty n who shares everything with me, but dint share this thing which added further pain..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">i'am not at all jealeous of my friend that he took my love away, but the thing is he promised me that he would help me get my love as v 3 where bestys n shared everything with each other so he knew each n everything about us, our lyks dislyks everything... which he was suppose to use for me to get her but he did it for himself n grabbed my love, n i lyk a fool din even notice that my love is been grabbed away by my besty..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">im really scared of that day when i'll come to know the truth .. truth that is going to ruined me from within, truth that is going to make my heart bleed.. this truth is nothing but that they both are together n are committed to each other!! but m even more scared of the day when my love will be ditched by the person whom she thinks loves him.. because i know him better as we used to be bestys someday so i know what kinda person he is n how good is his past records ..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> i tryd alot to explain her about what kinda person he is but she is not at all ready to listen to me.. shes just blind in his love n dat bastard has no feelings for her, he is just playing with her feelings thats it...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">her behaviour has changed alot towards me this days which really hurts me alot n makes me cry lyk anything, whenever i think of her or see her images on fb or in my cell my tears just cant stop overflowing... this days i dont even lyk to listen romantic songs instead i prefer sad songs...because now iv got to know that ders nothig lyk love in this world because if it was their than she would have been with me...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">i dont know what will happen with me when she ll be ditched by him .. she wont be able to bear that pain n worst will be i wont be able to see her crying that way...... all this things which are directly or indirectly related to her turns my eyes wet.............. sometimes i feel lyk stop talking to her but then she starts crying in front of me which makes me also cry, n even confuses me if i'am so much important to her that my silence can make her cry than y the hell she dont listen to me n try to undstand that i really care for her n m not asking her to go away from him for my selfish motto.... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">i dont know what should i do now.. im really fed up of thinking all this.. i cant even avoid all this !!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">i dont undstand y the hell God is doing all this to me...!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><b>if the person whom you like is your best as well as close friend and who shares almost everything with you, that time you expect this thing ie she likes someone els to be known to you by her itself,</b><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">but sometimes you forget that close friends shares</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">‘almost everything’ not ‘everything’</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Every one of us must have gone through the wonderful feeling of love which is not exactly love but it is actually <i>crush</i>. Many youngsters are such that they have been through this feeling couple of times but still each time they get this feeling it is as purest as they had it verry first time in life. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">We think that if a person who had been through this feeling couple of time must be having habit of this feeling and even if they don’t achiev their love they might not suffer much as it might be just ‘time pass’ for them, but dis is absolutely wrong .</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Person who had been in love in past and had recived nothing but the pain; also bears the same amount of pain which a person bears when he gets hurt for the first time.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">The person whos got hurt many times in past may not easily fall in love once again but if the feeling of love grab holds heart of that person than that person has no less to suffer pain than the person who was freshly in love and got hurt. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">But even after knowing the ways to deal with situation it is never an easy task for him to implement those ways.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">People who are ditched again and again are considered as habituated in peoples view and people think that the person who falls again n again in love has no feelings and does just time pass in name of love. Bt none of them try to find out the reason WHY that person is falling in love again n again, the only reason behind it is; unless you find someone who can take care of yourself better than your previous love or person who can understand you more than your previous love could, you will never be able to move on in life. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">If you try to live as single she will be always there in your mind and occupy a soft corner which will always hurt you in some or the other way. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">My aim of writing this is just to say please don’t judge people on their past life, having few ex GF’s and BF’s doesn’t mean that the person is just fake and flirt… </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">may possible that he/she couldn’t carry forward their past relationships because of lack of chemistry between two persons or maybe too much of possessiveness from other person which may be the serios reson for irritation and breakups and some of them weren’t able to understand each other or because of dominating nature of other person etc etc.. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">There are some people who don’t disclose their past life in front of their current crush or love, which may cause problems in their relationship and may result into lose of trust. But have you ever tried to find out reason why your loved once have not disclosed or hesitated to discuss with you about their past life??? NO Ryt??</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Many of them just don’t share because they still have soft corner for their Ex’s which may hurt them a lot when they talk upon it or discuss on it Or the other reason behind hiding maybe because they know that after sharing past life their current partner may ask them en-number of questions about their Ex which hurts a lot. Because, it took them quit long time to forget everything, but few questions raised by someone about their past may pour salt on wounds and those wounds will keep on burning again for long period of time..</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">So, if you love someone truly then try to trust and understand them. If you cant trust them then try to be their besty and try to know the reason behind them hiding anything from you rather than fighting with them for not disclosing everything!!</span></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>BEST FRIENDS</b>.</span>... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">sounds really good right? but do you seriously believe that this word has the same meaning in our life which we used to have in our school days!! The answer is NO...a big big NO!</span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">Best friend is one who listens to our problem because they care for us... but this days i don't think anybody cares for any one, people today listen your problem but behind it there is nothing like care it's just their curiosity which makes them listen your problem and we fool's go and share everything to such people.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">If you remember in our childhood we used to have only one best friend with whom we used to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"> fight</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">, we used to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">share each and every secrets</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">cry</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"> in front of him/her</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">tell them about our crush</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">, do bitching for our teachers, other friends, unknown peoples and sometimes even our parent..hehe, ;)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">They were like Priest to us in front of whom we used to confess every small thing which i think no one would have confessed in front of priest also. In those days if you remember our parents and teachers used to tell us one thing again and again ie GOD IS EVERYWHERE AND GOD KNOWS EVERYTHING!! today after growing up i realised that actually God was with us everywhere because our best friend was always with us and we used to tell him each and everything so he knows everything about us because we never lied our best friend and there was nothing which was hidden to our besty!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">BUT today... entire meaning of best friend has changed!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> today nobody has one single best friend everybody has at least two best friends. some people are such that they have too many best friends, now i don't understand how any person can share everything to so many people. either in today's world the meaning of best friend has changed or the person who says they he has too many best friends is actually scared of being lonely and has no self confidence that he can maintain true friendship with any one person! he is not making too many best friends but he is actually creating </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">backup</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> for himself.... </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">I'll explain you, this is like investing in too many companies which are engaged in various sectors so that even if one company winds up there are few more companies who can give you handsome return and recover losses made by the company which was winded up.. same way if you have suppose 10 best friends all from different places one from <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">classes</span></b>, one from <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">college</span></b>, one from <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">society</span></b>, one who's your<b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">classmate</span></b>, one who is your <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">school friend</span></b> etc etc etc....... now out of all 10 best friends even if 5 moves out by any reason still you wont be left lonely; you know WHY?? because you still have 5 friends left with you to support you and to recover and soothe your heart which was hurt by them and its but obvious that all 10 will never go away at same time.. isn't this a smart idea to protect your self from being getting hurt or left alone?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">But such people are just selfish in nature because they just think of themselves. they just forget that all are not like them, there are people who consider them as their only friend but this people sometimes just forget about such people because they have to deal with too many best friends and sometimes they forget one of them and that one person sometimes is the real friend.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">but today we all have developed one mental tendency ie WHO CARES??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">the day when this word came into our mind that was the day when we forgot true meaning of best friend... many people say they want to go back in time and want to enjoy their childhood days, but the fact is unless this word WHO CARES is deleated from our mind we wont be able to enjoy our childhood days even if God sends us back in time...................................!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> I just want to say that start caring for the one who thinks you are his/her best friend and never let this word 'WHO CARES' come into your mind if it is concerned with the one who considers you as</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">BESTY!</span></b><br />
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</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>In those days only vehicles were given importance; not the petrol.</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Prices of petrol were not at all given any importance because the person having capability to own a vehicle running on fuel was really a big deal and for such people petrol prices did not matter, in those days petrol prices were too less as compared to todays price. U must be thinking how can i compare the prises of those times with the time we are leaving in beacause it is but obvious that rate of inflation has raised hundreds of times from then till now! </b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>But here im talking is; the prices of petrol would also have affected the people in those times as well but it did not affect them because the prices of vehicles were so high that verry few of them would aford for vehicles and because less vehicles were running in city the consumption of petrol was also less so the prices were not going up because in thos times oil and petrol companies focused on increasing sales of petrol and not on increasing margin of profit...</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>And one reason reason behind low petrol prices was; the companies engaged in petrol business were owned by government and petrol prices were regulated then... but now many private sectors companies have entered in this business and because of which government had to deregulate petrol prices and now the petrol prices are decided by private companies.. they are verry well aware that petrol is like water for INDIA so they dont need to focus on its sales , they just need to focus on profit margin...</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>There are many people who just cant stay without petrol!! </b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Lets take Eg. of an college student who stays away from main road, where there is no proper public transport facility like bus or ric. now this guy will have no option left with him then to bend down in front of rising petrol prices. </b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>what he can do atmost is he will spend less on his GF or he will not RECHARGE his phone or anything else just to raise budget because now he ll have to pay more for his petrol. </b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>In many cities like MUMBAI people come together and fight for rise in petrol prices by not fueling their vehicle for 1 day, but i petty them because doing such ridiculous activity will not at all affect the petrol companies.. because by doing such activity will cause company suffer lose of nearly about 4b to 4.5b but this loss is just a fraction in front of the profits made by them!! this loss will be covered by them within a week!!</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>the only way which can stop prices of petrol to rise further is the subsidy provided by government!!</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>if government will provide subsidy to this geedy companies then only petrol prices will remain stable...</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>I am not writing this post because i'm some sought of leader or something but im just writing this post just because one of my friend did not come to watch movie our group just because he was running out of budget and had to sacrifice movie with us to save for petrol, which really made me upset. </b></span><br />
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</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTtzWM7MccsXiMw8Y5pjhFUT4wNbJaHBT3m91WtBpFs6v0tiUMlw_YAYFdlq1a1YfJLNF4eK2kvU2O6C864yUe6483fviIGsaODzIrwcea5dJOrEt2r_8zMVTOTy-O_KfRjz-uDpomd0/s1600/I-Miss-you-with-Red-Blood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTtzWM7MccsXiMw8Y5pjhFUT4wNbJaHBT3m91WtBpFs6v0tiUMlw_YAYFdlq1a1YfJLNF4eK2kvU2O6C864yUe6483fviIGsaODzIrwcea5dJOrEt2r_8zMVTOTy-O_KfRjz-uDpomd0/s200/I-Miss-you-with-Red-Blood.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>My lips smiles even in pain.....whenever i remember those sweet memories and those past moments!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>even for a moment itself; i had got life with smile</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>remembering those beautiful days when my days were passed in your lap and my nights in your arms!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>today when i remember those moment, those moments force me to forgot all my sorrows</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>i still remember those days when you were putting your head on my shoulders, </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>you were hiding yourself in my chest by coming into my shelter breaking yourself in me like a glass shattered all over!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>today when i see those flashback scenes it vanishes the loneliness of my heart..!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>but that feeling of hapiness is just for a moment </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>because i know the that you are no more mine and i'm never gonna get you by my side!! </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>but no matter whatever i have been through without you and whatever you did with me</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>i'll never stop loving you because i beleave love touches your soul just one time and stays for lifetime!</i></b></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0