tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60708622011-12-14T21:48:02.738-05:00lil' twinklesjugnoonoreply@blogger.comBlogger1521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070862.post-28394170153351793512009-03-13T03:04:00.000-04:002009-03-13T03:05:13.327-04:00

I love my girl friends!

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no wonder math is not running the world....i cannot write an equation to fit who comes when and why!

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Some complain about greener grass here...some about greener grass there...Some about having yellow grass because of them and some about having yellow grass because of us...the argument continues...with united colors of grass.

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The road travels in a bullock cart back home are better than the plane landings here!

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I was upset. I tried to suppress the apparent disappointment, wore a fake smile and with a mind still lost in the frown, started walking to my computer. And while doing so, almost bumped into him. He looked straight into my eyes. Guess he knows how to read eyes. I involuntarily rolled my eyes, looked down and continued to walk. And he turned to follow me. When I got to my computer, I turned back

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Innocence be gone.It's difficult to recongnize, realize appreciate and enjoy small pleasures of life when a mind assumes a bias towards bad things like second skin. It is not without reason though that my mind is not trusting as it is, for I have seen many a bad things. And bad memories linger longer than good ones do. Maya.

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Perhaps its not that difficult to actually convey...perhaps its more difficult for the receiver to accept the conveyance.Sometimes its just done that way....eyes are closed...ears are shut....said is unsaid and done is undone.Sometimes its probably just better not to reach out.

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Ever noticed how naturally it comes when you really want to convey something? how naturally you just tend to want to reach out....convey....let know....make known....speak up....speak out...And on the other hand it's just as difficult at times ... to reach out.... to speak up... to make known...

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Silent stormy conundrum.Toothbrush proximitiesMinds unknown.Relation undefined.Distances tangible.Fondness obvious.State perplexing.

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empty waits...hanging and swaying in the darkness...colored with black of the nights....flailing cold winds....sending shivers thru the spine...peeking lights thru the blinds...no bright white snows here....just lonely chills....empty waits of endless eons....endless eras..

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gettin chocolates as a heart felt gift for one who is on diet.gettin flowers for one who doesnt have a flowerpot to put em in.

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sometimes i dont like to read.actually i dont like to read. i like to write but these days i dont even do that.sometimes i wonder how can someone who doesnt like to read like to write.....unnfair....just like life.hmm.

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CHASE CREDIT CARD SERVICES SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!After 13 fone calls...over last 1 month, being thrown around from one department to other every time like a bouy springing on turbulent waters, overtime on fone bills due to the same, and over 400$ of fraudulent money that they expect me to pay, I dont see why I shudn't feel just a little testy!

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yeah i gotta finsih my thesis and pack stuff and get forms signed and get this done and get that done and finsh this b4 leavin and that b4 leavin etc etc......i packed th boxes and sent them off too... but it still dindt sink it....few ppl here and there even made stray remarks of me leaving this place for good. (jus realised 'for good' is a nice euphemetic way to put forever :) ) but those

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Funny Quote of the Day - Josh Billings - "A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself."

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so i decided to rite about milo and pongo.2 (ADORABLE) golden retrievers that lived down the lane near my old house....this evening i stumbled over their thought for a while...and as i thot of milo and...molly.....peggy...no (jezz!!! i forgot the name!!!) ... ppp .... meg .... mm ..... nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!it took me a lil effort, a long guilty evening, crossing and recrossing their names in

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there r some views that sound so logical about interdependence of the human species at not only the personal level, but also at a global level. it might be almost impossible for one to imagine another way of life.while on the other hand, simultaneously in fact ... you just know that u have to have some element of individuality in order to be here, to be anywhere.conflicts!all the time!

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so what is it that u have to give up to do what u want to?and what is ur support during the transition phase then?

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And just lathat, another day slips off my hand like slippery grains of sand...And unawares I am taught a 100 adages to fill up my life's pages.Each moment glows abright as it dwindles away in the pastAnd each sunray gives a boundary to every shadow that is cast.

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How much do I want what I want?

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she said ...'im not abnormal...im jus very picky about my crushes'...i said 'well if only god was a lil more picky about making men...i could have afforded to be picky about my crushes'

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if i dont eat a lot of chocolate....i will die rite now!!!!!!!!!

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if someones givin u something take it......every now and then.u ner know what mite make them stop givin u anything any more.

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how many times does one cry..."y me??? what have i done??? y do i have to go thru this?? y me? y me? y me?"and while one can crib about that......it mite be expected that one wont crib if it "wasnt me"....and then we hear...."oh i wish that was me....oh why wasnt i there....oh y not me????"will this species ever be satisfied with whats happenin?...moms and humans....ner satisfied with whats

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'new' sounds enthralling. but seems like a scary concept.every new failureevery new unknownevery new unheardevery new ambiguoussuddenly everything about new stands with evil heads appearing from all sides...new.does new scare you?

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there is more to me than just me.there is to me what i know of.there is to me what i do not know of.there is to me what could have been....but is not.there is to me what will be....what may be .....and what may be not.there is to me what is.there is to me .. others...there is to me what mattersthere is to me my own desires....there is to me what others aspirethere is to me a history....there is

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i love languages...i love learnin them and gettin good at them...they giv u the power to express...the better u know one, the more there is to know and experiment with it....so i love hindi, i love german, i love marwadi, i love punjabi, i love english...that of course ner means i know all of them...in fact ive only heard few of em...but thats my new quest...to learn...to mold my mind to a

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its ner equal.and that sucks so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lately ive been finding a lot of reasons for smiling.smiling to myself. smiling at myself. smiling at happenings. smiling at surroundings. smiling at my thoughts. smiling for no reason at all. smiling to ppl. smiling at others thoughts.quite a welcome change!

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sometimes it happens...ther r a 1000 thots but no words....no wish to express...even if there r words.sometimes it happens...ther is a war of emotions...no desire to speak...no will to pacify the wars.sometimes it happens...ther is a storm of confusions...but it dosnt seem to matter...since everything feels solutionlessok the last ones not true....confusions r not sometimes...they r all the time

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id rather be happy than right!

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"u r gonna kill me with this""as long as u love it...ill kill you a 100 times":)

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see...see what i mean...now even the polymer wont spare me!....its supposed to go on paper...it wont...and its NOT supposed to go on my clothes......awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhellllllllllllllllllllll

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i am not in a mood to entertain comets anymore....things and ppl that are there today and not there tomorrow=comets......they are just so not absolute....so capricious.....I need something other than "others" and "other things" to please me....to elevate my mood...of course there is food that u can always count on....but other than that...the one person who spends the most time with me is...of

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make hay while the sun shines....catch the ray in ur eye while the sunny side is up....

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i thot about it the other day ...but forgot to post it.ignorance is bliss.or is it?is it jus another of those 100 ways of finding excuses?is it jus another way of hiding from the world?is it jus another way to let the laze in you rule your world?ignorance is bliss...foolssilence is golden...wise onesknow what you need to talk when u need to talk. do your homework.

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its sooooooooo....brrrrrr...its soo irritating...wen u answer the fone and it gets cut or loses signal and it shows "No ID" and you cannot call back coz it says "Invalid Number"and then u stare at the fone 10 times thinkin it will ring again ...but obviously it doesnt!hmmmmmmmmm

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they shud pay u to do nuthin...really...at least u r not adding to the mess already there...they shud pay u...to do nuthin.

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so i was havin this rather interestingly horrible day...and every min i was gettin more and more convinced that everything sucks...and i decided i needed the walk for the day...and all thru the walk i was thinking about how everything about everything thats happenin around is so sucked up and i was gettin more and more convinced that i am such a nonentity around here...and suddenly i saw them...a

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there cannot be any side of the bed as wrong as the one i got out of this morning. its definitely the "wrongest" side that can ever be on the face of this earth.what an absolutely miserable day till now!unfortunately i cant even recollect how i got out of the bed so that i wont do that again!...for that matter do or not do anythin that wud reqd to keep me out of such a miserable day.and the good

jugnoonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070862.post-1118274802813892762005-06-08T19:56:00.000-04:002005-06-08T19:53:22.816-04:00

i saw this movie called...a...a.a....whats the name..."freaky friday"was really really funny....this gal turns into her mom and the mom turns into the dotter.and in the midst of all the mess in the movie it suddenly hit my mind....what if....i turned into my mom and she turned into me!!!i swear i have not stopped laffin about it for a very long time....she wud disown me if she got to know me thru

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so i held a guitar in my hand for the 1st time in my life.tried to look for the rite pitch the rite sounds...the rite sequences...tired to get the notes rite....someday i wish the lord of guitar bestows upon me his blessings.Amen:)

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its quite a stir.....wen a call comes from oceans apart.doesnt happen often.a cousin called this morning.early in the morning.I spoke to him 2nd time in 2 yrs...the 1st time being his bday wen i had called.keeping in touch.quite an art!

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if it is to be...its upto me.

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french movie.about a funny girl. who is depressed, thinks she is unlucky and is attracted to every second tom dick or harry...and worst still doesnt know how to say no!she is about to jump down a bridge to give up life when she meets a stranger. well she ultimately does jump down but the starnger saves her.. cause he is an artist-knife aiming artist...(whatevah they are called!) and he needs a

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i've been dying to see if there is any class that i could take in the american school of arts and crafts in glass blowing and molding-i was quite cynical that i would get a chance but i tried anyways. and i did not get any useful information.anywayz.so i started working again in the lab..after quite a while.yesterday...i had to set up my own chemical reactor with special apparatus-which means u

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at this age it is difficult to distinguish between "possible" and "desire"at this age the thought process gets clouded with idealistic perspectives that cannot be realised in reality.at this age...its easy to be impatient and restless, to expect, to assume, to take for granted.i only hope though that this age, this era of uncertaininty and unstability ends.soon.for the better to begin.hmmmm...

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so....it started about 1.5 months back.....the stir about graduation...1st came a letter about graduation details ....along with grading keys, key renewals, quarter status updates etc etc...i was soo drowned at that time in quarter things that i did not bother even reading the letter from the dept about graduation details... thinking...abhi to quarter end ko time hai....so the month changed into

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guyz and assignments....two things u shud really get done with....just get done with...u know...jus get done!

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I WANT TO LEARN THE GUITAAR...RIGHT NOW....WHAT CAN U DO ABOUT THAT?:p

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its amazing...its totally wicked...its absolutely unbelievable!!!3 roomies...3 gals that too...in one small lil apt...coexisting so beautifully!wow!bhagwaan kare kisi ki nazar na lage:Dits a new exp...enjoyable too!

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imaginationhuman race.has always fascinated me....but ner really interested me as much as some other worldly things.so i saw the movie constantine today...interesting movie...fascinatin concept.such perfect imagination. weird...how can imagination be perfect?so we as humans...homo sapiens..have this awesome power of imagination..(or so i believe....since i donno for sure if another species can "

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god i'm gonna miss my youth...The very aura...the thing that u thot this moment....u will never think again the same way for the same reason in the same perspective ever ever again...these that are will never be...these very moments that u breathe in and out so insignificantly will never ever repeat....so u find solace that its over? Or r u scared that its over??Or u stare in amazement that its

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some of us are not like the others.and i need good weather now.

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short short short...i wish life was not so short.....then there is also the thing...be careful of what you wish for...you mite jus get it!and then there is this thing of elderly ppl advising short lives r better...so to put i twell....i wish life was according to my convinience.hmmmmmmmmm

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do u feellike a looser sometimes?

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till about 3 weeks back, I checked ipl everyday...i read the news every once in a while...i checked the weather every now and then...i checked my email every now and then (more often to find no new emails in any of the accounts for 2-3 days together !!! i am so unpopular!! hm)and then school started.and i stopped all those above.i have to squeeze in time for email...often missin imp ones...sleep

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crap crap crap!!!what the hell...y doesnt anyone giv me a commitment..everyone jus says...i will c if i can do this...i am hoping to do this..i am working on doing that...i will tell u later...we'll c how it goes...and then we take it from there...blah blah blah ...pepepeppeeeepepepe:Pbullshit...aaaaaaaaa....and worst still they expect me to giv a committement...the day i have what i want...i

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unfold.... life has a queer way of unfolding itself in front of u. finally my mind was not too restless about the uncertainities of life...i thot i have at least an outline of which way my life wud b goin from here. and i thot at least some of the uncertainities were certain now...pun intented:)!!!!! but only to get those relentlessly restless voids back into my tummy. from now i wud b blinking

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imagine if u cud juggle a lil dew droplet on ur finger tips..... imagine if while u were fiddling around with this lil dewlet...a slender tender ray pierced rite thru it.... then u 'd have rainbows turn and twist at the motions of ur fingertips. just things that are.... just things that u can imagine.... just things... just things...that u cannot imagine.... a lingering sound of distant chimes

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my mom tot us how to do things ourselves. makes me what i am today.....i do....a lot of things....that i dont see others doing...that others think are not required are not important are not to be done are whatevah.... i am good at what i do...and i love the fact...and i know how imp it is to b accountable for urself. mom tot me to do well what i do...and she tot me to do a lot. it rocks to do

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my.....

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why is it that what u ought to do u ner feel like doin? hmmmmmmmm anywayz... its amazing how lil things can make life different... lil things can set the butterflies fluttering in the tummy... lil things can start an uncontrilable chain reaction of thots running and churning thru the mind. lil things.. lil things make the difference wow!!!

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"tell me love is not true. tell me its jus somthin we do!!!"

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to each his own......

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the difference: i rote ... i tried to rite... everyday in a lil diary when iwas lil...not so lil probably ..a few yrs back may b... now when i read back i gather each moment ritten there like it happened yesterday. then i started to rite selective thots in jugnoo...not so much about what happened that made me feel what i felt but only what i felt......i feel...now when i read back ... i can

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how do u find a corner in the sky?

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i read this thing one place.....and thot it was pretty cool a thot... "if u think ur idea is real good...then dont worry about someone stealing it....u'd probably have to push it down ppls' throats to make them accept it."

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Here r a few facts of life: Freedom is a frame of reference Convenience is a mantra to happy living Ignorance is bliss Life of pi-yann martel, animal farm-george orwell and my family and its other animals-gerald durell are amazing books. They are probably the best books of all the mills and boons, nancy drews, famous fives, secret sevens, political/medical/sci-fi/imagination novels, other

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space. i need 324 square cm of space to stand on the earth. i carried out an experiment rite now...a few minutes backactually. i traced the border of my feet on to a graph paper and counted the squares...of course there will b some tolerance considering the footware that i wear....but still. (one thing i realised from the expt. is that i have pretty and dainty feet...and that i am very very

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EAS: Ethanol Absortion Study working on an internship is doing good to me. I get to learn new things every day...and the best part is i get paid for it...handsomely :)....finally "independent"...well almost...anywayz...besides the topic..... the topic here is ethanol absortion study. the 1st time i heard the term at xerox, i thot it was som kind of a maintainance activity that took place every

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finally.... not yet what i started out for... but at least a change. hmmmmmmmmm. feels nice.

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i do unbelievable things at times....more these days.... i cant stop being amazed at the way i am handling things!!!! 'i'l manage' :) how?? dont ask...coz i donno.... anywayz....this page needs a new look....desperate need of a new look. i hope i get somtime a opportunity to work on it.

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"finally, home sweet home.." nope..... a long drive... i love long drives....and i'd even give up comin "home" if it was for a drive. donno what it is about drives....probably more to do with the ppl who drive me:) quiet long drives that r spent deep in thots of loved ones i miss.....night drives spent in admiring the stars....long drives that r spent jabbering and chatting and arguing..... and

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the perfect got-out-of-the-rong-side-of-the-bed(sleeping bag i mean.)-day. 21st sept brenda's dinner,18 august brendas house warming,15 sept abstract, 21st meetin,(sept?oct?), 28th sept presentation, 1 starting date, 7th labor day weekend, 23rd sept last day to post grades, start a new project talk mid july...(damn its august end now!!!), move out sept 1st week, travel august last week, research

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meri ma kehti hai.... "marry somone who loves u...not somone u love" smart!!!!

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man!!!!!!!!!!!.... long time.... is it time or is it a flash of lightenin? hmmm... so.. what do u do when u have a bunch of absolutely nutty and crazy gals with u? :) we went for a movie last nite...and after the movie the gals wanted to do somthin "wild":) as it turned out...we landed up doin nuthin outrageous..jus went a place and had fries and desert and then bac home..and of course the

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i was thinking about it today.... change.... inevitable.... there r som who fight against it...ther r others who fight for it... whos right???? its always difficult to accept a change...u need guts to accept a change... its always difficult to bring a change...u need dynamism to bring a change... a coin has two sides... how come the 2 sides of this coin seem to b the same? how come a

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what is cool about jugnoos is that they leave a shimmer behind. they leave an indelible image behind. jugnoo gayab to hote hai.... but they change the darkest of surroundings into dreamiest of ambiences........ thats jugnoos....... :) well....and thats a part of me. :)    

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the bus driver....   monthly pass. + 50 cents per ride for zone 2.   i entered the bus today .... 2 hours later than the shuttle that i usually take....like everyday i smiled at the bus driver and said goodmorning and went and sat ... met tina in the bus...talked to her all thru the journey. when the school stop came it took me few minutes to get the pass out...everyone got out by then...

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i am. i hold an opinion. i have a point of view. i see what u cant. i feel what u can. i see my reflection in the mirror. i see a stranger. i see a wanderer. i see eyes revealing fimiliar depths. humble honest unfeigned attitude amplified vanity personified i am... worth every breath i take...

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fragile

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there are times when there is this horrible pang that leaves a void in the tummy.. an empty feeling... the kind one wud get when somthin is missin ...when somthin is amiss... when i feel like i'd break into tears any instant.. when u wipe out mist from a piece of glass and look beyond.. similar to replaying certain precious moments of the past bac in ur mind... an overwhelming feeling that i

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"sunrise sunset sunrise sunset, swiftly flow the days... seedlings turn over night to sunflowers blossoming even as we gaze.... sunrise sunset sunrise sunset, swiftly flow the years... one season following another laden with happiness and tears"

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and then when u get to doin things... at the very 1st thing that u undertake u get stuck.... when a dream continues even after u wake up... when a dream transforms to a nitemare ... hmmm.... kya yaar:(

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hey...guess what happenend yesterday....it was thrilling.... i saw...for the 1st time in the US... 10s and 30s of them....lil ones...bright ones....like me :) ;)... a stunning but dwindling image..kabhi yahan kabhi wahan.. mann se chanchal..jugnoos.... sehemisi thi main jab anjanoon se ghiri thi.. aur ek hi zhalak se..mann ki saari ulzhanoon ko bhula diya raat ke andheroon ko roushan karne wale

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and then u suddenly realise there is too much to do ...too much that can b done...a lifetime....naaaaaaaaaaah too short. its a different world out here...its an all new experience...its amazing..its wonderful. and am i glad about this opportunity that i got:)..

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and then there are others.......

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there are those who are nice and helpful..... :)

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"it shud click...." nope.... "u shud know how to make it click" howzzat? yeah been seing for a while now how thingsn work...and how things dont work.... ask ask ASK ASK and then ask again.... and somtim somhow it will work... weird way of makin things work... definitely not an appealin way of makin things work... but the only way to make things work in favor of u... its a task wear a smily

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and why is it happening that i seem to be workin all the while and nuthin is comin into my hand at the end of the day.... and guess what.... the same thing happened today... the same thing happened yesterday... the same thing happened day b4.... the same thing happened day b4 day b4.... the same thing happened day b4 that day b4... and... yup... guessed it rite... same thing b4 that too... so

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k....once more.... once more the same thot.... its the 100th 1000th millionth time??? when the same thing comes to my mind again.... like the ner repeating patterns that appear in oil spills in watery puddles... the same types of patterns....find different designs each time... the same thot...find different avenues and hues each time... the thot: i still wanna be small....but i still wanna rule

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so gaye jugnoo!!!

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feelings that dont reach.... tears that dont fall... a heart full of thots...unsaid words... the incapability of expressing... inability to reach out....for whatevah reason... i hate the helplessness...when words wont come out.... those that do...wont express what u feel... feelings trapped inside a heavy heart...that try to come out as tears... but no..they too wont trickle out...coz its not

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roots... we had this conversation about $-Re conversion this mornin. I had thot b4 i came to the US that it wud take me a while to get out of the habbit of converting dollars to Rs everytime. Surprisingly i got rid of that habbit sooner than usual----- "yeah thats probably coz once u start earning in dollars u dont bother about the conversions..." ------or so i thot at the 1st thot. "its

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so when do u know that u r big enuff...grown up enuff .... for the past 9 months i have been takin most of my decisions on my own...pretty much...things which i wud have otherwise asked somone... and today when i spoke to my brother i still thot i was small yet...and i di not understand much of the world...so does he think the same way when he talks to his elders? and then he discussed his

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