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Hello! its 2012 on the calendar now, means the 2011 is no more. In the words of the rabbit, I'm late!!! It's almost the end of the fifth day of 2012 and I'm late wishing you folks here! How strange it feels to me the post that I’ve written in the January of last year, (2011), where I’ve scribbled my first post of that year, memorizing the events of the year 2010, and now, it’s a yet

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Almost everyone of us had bad days in office, and I’m no exception at all.Though I have had so many bad days in office before, but this recent one was really weird and twitchy. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.I’m working as managing director for an IT company established by myself, called daedal technovations pvt. ltd. the

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Today, When it's pouring outside and I’m looking at a misty glass, trying to figure out what lies beyond, I seemed to have gone to that Zen moment, where nothing matters andstill everything matters.We have one life and it can be as simple as a line drawn on the black board and still it ends up feeling complicated. like a painting by toddler, you think it means something but when asked he

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Hmm, so It’s been 2 months. Two. Whole. Months. And a little bit more. And I totally take the blame for being missing all this while. What? There could be otherreasons yes? Not in this case really, here it’s just me, but there could be. That’s all I am saying.I believe that I deserve to be banished from blogdom. Yes, I really do. Such long sabbaticals and so many times, can only be punished with

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Well, I’m doing a lot of socializing these days along with work.Just yesterday, I had to meet the owner of a well known business house for discussing my new project with her.Like I usually do, I’ve started the conversation by informal greeting, saying “hi, my name is prateek”.It was her turn now, and she did so!She introduced herself to me with a "My name is Sheela.". and I just gaped at

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So this is the first post of this year. And mind you, its still January, last day though. Lol!Well then, here's to another year of hard work, poor pay, multiple responsibilities, little acknowledgement, viciously short-sighted politics, rampant hysterical ignorance, rape torture and murder, and worst of all, a bland diet thanks to soaring grocery costs.And also to small pleasures. Cha on the

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Given that I have nothing interesting to write about, I’ll do the next best thing – write completely uninteresting useless things. If I can waste some precious minutes of my life, it’s only fair that the rest of the world does too.So, Most human beings, with the exception of certain specimens who I know to have nothing but clay on the top part of their anatomy, have brains. Inside thisamazing

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The poem written below has caught my attention, and I just wanted to share this fantastic piece with you guys as well.It’s a real short, yet one of the sweetest definitions of friendship, a method, a process that’s true!Hope you guys will enjoy it.I haven’t composed it, but a truth, I have memorized it and typing here the same, rather copy pasting.Build a Box of Friendship by: Chuck Pool, --

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As we all know that internet has already taken us lots of benefits. We can do the things that we can’t image before. Like some of my friends says, “we will not live without internet.” Of course we can study and gain the latest news and relax ourselves and communicate with our friends or strangers through the internet, but there are other things as well which are being done very

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A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up an entire lifetime. Thanks to all of my friends for the bright light of your friendship.Guys, Friendship is not about “I m sorry “ its about “abbe teri galti hai “ Friendship is not about “I m there for u “ its about “kahan marr gaya saale “ Friendship is not about “I understand “ its about “sab teri wajah se hua manhus“

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What have you been saying to the one you love? Do you tellhim or her how you feel, romantically, I mean? Many of us find ithard to express our romantic or sexual feelings. We are afraid toseem too needy, too infatuated, too pushy or too horny. Meanwhile,inside we are filled with desire, passion, and a need to be asclose, as intimate, as we can be to the one we love. So what dowe do? What do we

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we all love to click photo and get our photos clicked.here's a real story of an incident happened just recently with a friend's friend.recently, a friend's friend, (Mr. Aditya Suresh Joshi), age 19, studying in 1st year of engineering, died in Keshvani Hospital, Mumbai. He was admitted in Keshavani Hospital as burned patient.Reason4 days back this boy had gone to Amravati (One of the district

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Well, it finally came the moment I had been waiting for… - my farewell from college of my graduation. (the one where I’ve learnt psychology and other subjects, software engeneering is still awaited from a different college).Yeah, it was my farewell today. It's almost unbearable, but I’m extremely jubilant because I’m finally moving on, but I can't help myself from reminiscing about

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I had always been a great admirer of friendship and have treated it the most wonderful endowment by god.While it’s the most difficult job of the world to defined what friendship is, life becomes extremely easy and enjoyable by the presence of friends.Specially, true friends are top on the cards and they are someone you can share all the happiness and sorrows, dance for them, cry for them, help

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There are two types of people in this world, based on how an individual considers and approaches other people, events and opportunities; based on how theyapproach life. On one side is the eternal optimist, while the other side has the cynical pessimist. Well, there is also a third type - for those who oscillatebetween the two approaches; but that's just transitional! when I find myself ina deep

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Today when so many people we barely know are “friends” on our social networking sites, I am reminded of an episode long time ago. I think I was in class 4 or 5. I knew a girl in my class who I rarely interacted with. She had her own set of friends, belonged to a different state, spoke a different language, and had nothing in common with me. We sat in opposite corners of the classroom. She was

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I love the compositions of chetan bhagat, and am quite impressed by his philosophy.Yesterday, when I’ve got a mail in my inbox comprising with a speech of chetan bhagat which he gave in a well known management institute, thought to share it with you as well. Enjoy!---Don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before

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I had written this sometime in semester 2. I was waiting for a lecture to start when suddenly these thoughts flooded my mind and I put it down on paper..Sometimes I wonder why things that happen in our lives, happen at all. because some of these things change your life entirely - may be forever. You wish thatsome things never happened, or certain other things happened - but what we always forget

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There are some people in our lives who are never away…. you may meet or even talk to them after months or years…but it feels the same… as if you partied together just yesterday!(gosh, save me from this poetomania!) Similarly, there are such places…you might visit them after long…but everything feels just the same!And that’s what I feel for my blog right now. I know I’ve been away for quite

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Ever since I read that book about belief in God, I’ve been thinking which category will I fall in – atheist, thiest, agnostic gnostic???I always thought and said that I am agnostic… but come to think of it, agnostics are those who are not sure whether they believe in God’s existence… but I am not that… I have full faith in God…but that doesn’t make me theist because I am not religious… I don’t

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So , the last time I wrote something here , was a time when Kapil Dev was in polka dotted diapers and dinosaurs used to prance around the earth with gay abandon . Ok , that’s a slight exaggeration about the extent of my absence , but you get the drift. Right?Absenteeism reasons , though I assume you care more about the dirt stuck under the nail on your left little finger than my absenteeism

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So I don't talk about you anymoreAnd they say things will be better than beforeSo I live another day , hoping they are rightBut now , I lie awake , in this cold November nightI think about you and I believethat when it's time for me to leaveAnd the sounds of life are defeated by a silent graceI , my friend , will want to see your faceYou trusted me without a whyAnd I said I am your shade when the

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it all depends on what you think about any particular topic, point or situation.here's a little poem that you may like:If you think you are beaten, you are,If you think you dare not, you don’t,If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,It’s almost certain you won’t!If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,For out in the world we find,Success begins with a fellow’s will,It’s all in the state of

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It's been a busy few months. I've been trying to figure out a few things in my life, but unfortunately it seems that these things don't want to be figuredout yet. Oh well. There's a time and place for everything. But I feel I'm ready for a significant change in life now. Could be a change of place, couldbe a change of occupation, or could simply be a change of attitude, or perhaps all of the

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It's funny how unexpected free time comes when you least anticipate it. Well, I guess that's why they call it "unexpected". I've been using "too busy" asan excuse for not updating this blog (among several other things) and now here I am, sitting in lab in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week,typing out a post about ... well, nothing. Irony seems to be a consistent theme in my life,

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First let me apologize for going away without information, without notice, without this, that, and whole lot alike.So, you might be wondering where I was, what I had been doing during these days, and stuff.If you were really thinking it somewhere, means the the blog is getting some rage, which is fantastic. Isn’t it?Anyways, The reasons that I was farther than blogging were numerous, and all

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You must've have come across this phrase while reading articles in a magazine or newspaper. Usually, when it is a real life story with certain personalor embarrassing details, the actual name of the person isn't divulged and another random name is used. At the bottom of the article there is one singlenote for all the changed names as the newspapers have to mention it to ascertain it's genuineness

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I turn around to grasp your neck,to fill the air and strum you on,to suffuse the mind with aural gleam,And I turn around to find you gone.I recall the days of splendid sounds,the notes and tones and beats you spawn,Then I feel that it was all a dream,And I turn around to find you gone.The pick is lonely, the mic dejected,My throat, in memory, does only mourn,I sing alone your sweet refrain,And I

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Your urges that have unfortunately (for you) caused you to peruse this harmless-looking piece of text shall be the cause of more harm than you would havethought an innocent and harmless-looking piece of text could have in the first place. This elongated paragraph was written partly out of an urge to writeand more partly to warn you that the writer or the written takes no responsibility of the

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I don’t know how many of you have watched this new Television reality show on Star Plus called the ‘Perfect bride’. Normally I avoid these shows because of all the unhealthy emotions that come to the forefront when you put highly competitive youngsters together in a house while they are fighting for the prize. They play games, they form alliances, they plot to eliminate others – in general, it

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This is something which I harvested from the web.(A) How to Keep a Woman Happy"*It's not at all difficult !All you have to do is to be:1. A friend2. A companion3. A lover4. A brother5. A father6. A master7. A chef8. An electrician9. A carpenter10. A plumber11. A mechanic12. A decorator13. A stylist16. A psychologist17. A pest exterminator18. A psychiatrist19. A healer20. A good listener21. An

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Sometimes, it seems that all your astuteness is dead.Mostly, it happens when you feel that nothing is working for you.No no, neither I’m talking about love, nor frustration.Even in general, when things stops working for you, you feel very disappointing.Ah, it’s not strange, and probably it happens with every one.Though Being a programmer, many times I feel similar situations. Sometimes, a very

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And so it happened. Without too much planning. Without going to and fro. One ping, followed by one suggestion on place and time. And lo behold, we met.Who you may ask – a cute girl I’ve got via social networking medium, Samaira.it was a week day, so I’ve rushed straight from college.And was there dot on time, only to see the Red Cedia parked already.I obviously had no issues in spotting her in

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Life means missing the expected , facing unexpected .Being forgotten for all right one does,being remembered for all wrong one commits .A lot goes unquestioned,a lot more unanswered.Well, i bet, life is not as easy as it sounds.In fact, not in any case, not that I’m finding it hard, but ok, I confess today, these days the life seems a bit difficult.I mean, at least complicated then previous

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am back. I know i have been going off and on and for a looooooooong period was in hibernation!Well hope i am back for good.Things have been pretty much hectic and yes interesting.Life sometimes teaches us lessons the hard way. I have also learnt it the same way. Hard from within or outside doesn't matter. All what matters is whetheri got it right! Yes indeed i have.Many a time i have sat down

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i know you are in the offing for my next blog post, even if you can’t comment, yet you’ve something wacky in your arms.Well, ok, ok, I understand your affection towards this blog, so I got obligated to write this post.Wish I could write glibly with the same pace, but it’s unattainable at this junction. Why, because I’m wound up with some emotional dilemmas these days, so I beseech you to

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Well let me tell first of all, I’m usually not supposed to write these sort of tutorial, or guide. (whatever you call it). But, I had been asked by one of my very close friend, while we were talking about silly spellings written by intelligent people. She said, “I don’t believe, how they can write those many erroneous spellings”? I said “they do, because of unproper education, and other internal/

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Hey, I’m serious today, How can you be so lackadaisical?What do you understand by blog, tell me?Yes, tell me, Does it mean only to read the 5 posts on the top, and simply ignoring the other posts just for the stupid excuse of lethargy?Does it mean only to read the title of the post, and then settling on your nutty imaginations about it?I wonder, how can you be so indolent? Believe me, it’s

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Why are some people eternally in quest for the truth? To discover where we have come from, where we are going... In order to find that point which determinedthat we shall be the way we are. It is because these people are troubled? Is it because they were born to uncover the mysteries that plague civilisation?Or is it because they crave an unending puzzle; something that will keep them occupied

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I have a crush on a girl. It's not my first, but it feels funny. It feels ridiculously funny: The thing about new obsessions is they help in getting over old obsessions. The ones that go stale. That at some point stop being so fun. And exciting.And exhilarating. The ones that once seem like the most important ever. That remind us why life's all wonderful, and everything so beautiful.Getting

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This is one of those days, when I wish I still had a secret blog (no I don't want to start one again). I wish I could just type without thinking. thinkwithout censoring.I wish I could enjoy being alone. happy. free, of tiresome worries, haunting memories. free of compulsive restless wanting to run away. go somewhere. dosomething. be someone.I wish I had courage. to look into myself and see what

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well, here is a nice poem that i found in my inbox.i'm indian, so the poem also posted in the context of indian independence day which falls on 15th of august.happy independence day to everyone by the way, if you are reading the same on the right time.When I looked into the pages of historyMy heart drenched with pain and miseryEvery battle our hero’s has foughtEvery battle we made them to

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On my Nation’s Independence Day, I wish all my compatriots the best of/for our nation and the best that independence can bring upon us. I know it’ll be2-3 days back from independence day, but before it bangs and I pamper into commemoration, here’s something for you to know about my outlook.On the occasion of independence, a very good friend asked me what “Freedom” actually meant to me. And a

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When results were out of my college, cantine has become like a conference room of united nation.With the glass of soft drinks and plates of samosas, a piquant consideration of toppers and losers were also grilling at the same time.In fact, the people were more anxious to know the list of toppers, and even more concerned for the list of losers. Vinay, the hero of the moment was the only person

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well, this post was supposed to be on yesterday, when i was working with those daunting looking algorithms in vc#.but, like life these days, it has also decided to crunch me.whatever, my friend, the one who was always with me in all my stpid ventures through out school, has called me up yesterday morning. she is having a toughtime. trusting and loving a friend, and ....ok, that's part of life,

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tell me, what's the worst curse for men?.........still thinking??? it's very easy... the answer is to accompany a woman while shopping.people who do not agree with me, should try it once and your opinion would definitely change. and the men who agree with me, must have gone through some unfortunate experiences like me..I knew it... but I had a vague idea. I used to think that this happens only if

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I know the sound of two hands clapping and sometimes I try to figure out the sound of one hand clapping (as the Zen koan goes). But recently I’ve discoveredthe sound of loneliness.Don’t ask me where and why, as this seems to be more personal then what I love to divulge, but what’s important is that I did discover that, and believe me it’s repugnant like anything. What is the sound of loneliness?

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The dream which I've seen maximum number of times is one about finding my letterbox full with letters and most of these bearing my name. In the last 10years, I've seen this numerous times.It doesn't take Freud to interpret this dream. I love getting letters and really love to get them. I've pen pals over the year- a bond formed by the letterswith those faceless strangers.with the advent of

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Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool hisfrayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason withthe admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so manythings to do. He opened his case and took out the

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It is time to remind myself about something I told my friend some months ago. Sometimes we make ourselves believe that we need more to feel complete orto feel happy. People, objects, emotions- it could be anything. But that’s not so. The reality of my life or anyone’s is that what ever you need, lifehas already given it to you. If you feel something is not there or cannot sense something,

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If you’re sick to death of the steadily more misogynistic, if not just plain misanthropic, fare out there masquerading as romcoms, you might want to headon over to a screening of Imtiaz Ali’s Love Aaj Kal. The love story of a bridge engineer who can’t get in touch with what he wants and an art-restorerwho can’t figure out how to put her emotional life back in its proper place, it’s for people who

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Have you seen the Honda Jazz ad? The man puts a cactus in his car so he can gift his girlfriend the flower growing on it, and then they leave the plantby the roadside. What are they trying to say? Let's spoil the environment for fun? Let's go burn more oil?Oh, but maybe I'm being too serious here, and there's a joke I didn't get.*On the subject of ads, I hate most car and bike ads. They are full

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Lately, I have been thinking about thinking. Or in fancyspeak, metacognition.Throughout the day, millions of thoughts race across our heads at breakneck speed, sometimes not even pausing enough for us to register them. There are the happy thoughts, and there are the not-so-happy thoughts. The older we grow, the percentage of the latter grows with us. There are a million things to think about, and

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If anything connects India more than cricket and BSNL, I think that's the Indian Railway. you would be able to find people from every province of Indiain a single buggy. and the gradual change in the language and the product of the hawkers from the start to the end of the journey always amazes me.since childhood i'm fond of traveling by train, but these days the long journeys make me impatient.

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the dictionary meaning of Expectation is “Belief about (or mental picture of) the future” or “Anticipating with confidence of fulfillment”. We all create expectations for ourselves. It is a basic human trait to project our desires and thoughts onto those we are closest to.We tend to expect significant people in our lives to behave in a manner envisioned inour mind. It is a human tendency to

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Truth or dare! Just the lure of lucre seems to be enough inducement for Indians to let their deepest, darkest secrets come tumbling out, never mind if,in the process, they risk marring relations with friends and family forever.We, as a rule, are supposed to be very conscious of boundaries and keep dirty linen in the bottom-most drawer of our closets. Which is why one never learnsof the

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First, I’m writing this post in reaction of section 377 of Indian constitution, according to which gay sex has been legally recognized.The passion and attention the issue of gay, lesbian and same sex has attracted is path-breaking. Heart-breaking too. Not just because I’m opposed to thevery idea of this sexual pedagogy. Also not because of the reason that theology or the tradition condemns

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you might be amazed to read the title “ a night that changed my life”.Yes, it was a night that proved turning point for me.It was a night which gave me the feeling of reincarnation.It was a night which was out of the ordinary.The year was 2007 and date was 12th june.I remember the date exactly, because it was the birth day of my best friend utkarsh.It was heat all around, and whole india was

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The number of hackers has radically augmented too much in past few years.At least one hacking allied news can be found everyday in the technology section of newspapers.Does it means technology is getting flimsy? Does it means techno engeneers are not skilled? Does it means hacking is very unfussy? Probably not, but where on one hand technology experts are relentlessly trying to fabricate more

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Hmmm... Aren't you going to work today?""Errr... It's Sunday.""I know. But why don't you go to work today?""Because it's..."Okay, you get the drift. This is a typical Sunday conversation between Mom and Dad. They are one of those typical Indian couples where the wife pampersthe husband to the point where he can't do anything by himself, and then she complains that he can't do anything by himself.

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I booked train tickets worth about eight thousand rupees a few months ago. It seems that someone makes a living by keeping track of internet bookings becauseI received a phone call referring to these bookings and offering me the IRCTC card. He explained the benefits such as discounts on ticket fare, pointson tickets booked and waiver of platform ticket. I said I'd think about it and promptly

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In the world of small children there are few numbers. I know of a lot of 2 year olds who think ten is a humongous number. Once they have begun to countup to 10, they begin to think 10 is the end of the number world. I had a cousin whose son used the word ten interchangeably with vast, huge, great or enormous.When he wanted to refer to something really really BIG he would say ‘It is BIG, 10 BIG’.

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So, if you are thinking that why I have pointed this post with a worning entitled that the post is only for some special people, then i can merrily announce that at least this blog is at least making some brunt.And, if you are not thinking the same, but still going forward to read, congratulation, the post is exclusively for you.For who, and for who not, may be a far flunj concern, but the first

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“sone pe suhaga” is refered for those pleasant combinations.?Those, what brings a smirk on your face, Those which makes you cheery, So on, so on, and so on.Ok, rather than explanations, it’s better to tell, that what I’m gonna talk.So, I’m gonna talk about things, those might best suits you.Before you read it, just a little more remarks, that here I think that “sona” and you, and suhaga are

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Man and worries have very stout relation with each others.We born with worries like hunger, thirst etc, and die with infinite complex once, which are even hard to describe.By this, I can affirm somehow, that man is worrier by birth.It says, that worries are petrol to human life which keeps him stirring ahead.Well, that’s absolutely true, and besides all the ills of worries, there are lot lot

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We have been taming since birth a maxim that “old is gold”.In fact, I’m one of the fan of this saying, but this post is primarily written to change both of our outlooks somehow, at least moderately.No question to deny the fact that old is gold, but a change is as good as a rest.Why? Seems a pricey question, and I’m sure that the next few lines of this post will answer the same at least from my

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A friend in need, is friend indeed.We’ve been told this quotation from our foundation classes. Though i used to copy the same in many essays at that time, but when I came in real consciousness, I always used to ponder that won’t you call the person friend who doesn’t helps you in stretched position?If really, then i’ll conjecture it selfishness. in fact I remember that one of my best friends

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Shakespeare said, that there is nothing in the name, but why he use to sign with his name in the end of his compositions, is a big and controvertial question which I don’t want to raise on this junction.Neither I am asking why Indian poets puts some drolls with their names like “jabardast”, “albela”, etc. I m not talking about an IPL owner using team name to promote his brand (Royal Challengers),

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Television is the biggest hub of entertainment for every one.Viewers have a great variouty of programs like News, views, dramas, information, sports, travel, music, and so on, so on, so on.With the hundreds of channels available, viewers can choose the programs of their inclination.With the tremendous amount of variouties, a new trend started from several years call “reality shows”STAR TV, Zee TV

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