tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69228501224953914742012-01-25T13:03:16.649+05:30of my happiness,sorrow.. And everything else on This WORLD as I see... sharing with YOU..Surya.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04831653651922795508noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922850122495391474.post-3712778433245055772012-01-23T15:24:00.001+05:302012-01-23T15:45:55.402+05:30

  There was a little boy with a little boy heart...Soft and tender it was.. All that it wanted was..To get closer to me.. Whenever the shy little heart sensed my presence..It put on a weak feeble uncertain smile..Not knowing what my little heart was.. Days rolled... The boy was slowly losing control of his little heart.. As far as me..My brain just stopped functioning when it was that little

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It is really strange and annoying  when some people ask sorry and thanks for silly issues... Even more annoying and irritating   when some people say "I won't talk with you,from now on..blah!blah! blah!"... The strangest part of all is..   I used to do all the above even a few months ago.. Without a slightest clue that ,these could be irritating... Hmm... Learning huge amounts of little little

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Now is the time For you to know, The laws and secrets of nature.. As you could have seen.. The day follows the night, After a storm comes a calm, The crest follows the trough.. Summer follows winter, Death and life... Nature exists in symmetry.. The existence of matter is the proof that anti matter exists... When there is cold there ought to be hotness too... When there is failure there is

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There is a dog near my house, As I was walking in the roads by my house, It came towards me wagging it's tail, And I suppressed by my childish fears, Hurried in into my compound, Locking the door I looked through the hole uncertainly.. It looked longingly at my wagging it's tail... Before I could decide on what to do.. It moved on.. That taught me a  lesson: Time do matter.

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Hmm.. the first Sidney Sheldon novel I ever read was " If tomorrow comes",captivated by that I started reading more of his creations... But here in India,to be more specific South of South India,when I say people look down with despise.. and say.. "You read Sidney Sheldon's??!!##%% hmmm.. bad girl." I don't know what is there to despise in Sidney Sheldon's or what makes them fell that reading

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With every blow of the chisel  the dirt in a stone to be made into a statue falls... With the struggle of the larvae inside   the cocoon falls bit by bit to let go of the beautiful butterfly.. With every day that passes by   I see the "anjaani" part of me face it's death... It is hard to let go.. But it is impossible to hold on either... It may seem absurd for you to read.. But this is all that

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What if ,the world had just one single race, so that there is no war,violence or terrorism.. What if the innocence of child never dies, so that there is no greed,jealousy,betrayal or gossips....What if the wilderness continued everywhere..so that there is no concrete jungles and the  hell of traffic...What if the happiness is the only feeling that exists,so that there is no sorrow,misery or

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KP: I don't know why, but I always feel you as a kinda friend or someone who actually knows me.Your comments always are warm and sooth me. Vyankatesh: Not very long ago during the month of may or so, I was having lots of troubles,confusions and turmoils during those dark days your comments would be something good to see .. Tapas: Though for long you were no where to be seen my blog..The good

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  The call of the wild,The cry of a child,Is far more pleasant to hear...Than the carefully manipulated,cunningly framed,charming sweet,why?,even the casual words..of radically grown HUMANS. Always it is easier for me to understand,The blabber of children,The sound of the wilderness,rather than the language of humans. Yes, the only language I like is        that of the child and the nature....

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The endless nights I cried,For which the reasons I did not know,The actions I did,For which the reasons I never knew,The words I spoke,About which I had no control,The fear with which I lived,The cause never did I happen to know,The confused confusions...The troubled turmoils...The dilemmas...Uff!!! it's all over...The sea is calm again...The sun is still shining..

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m rjpm

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The mist that I always loved has now cleared, My path is all I that can see.. The fantasy which for long I lived and loved has faded, The reality is what I feel... It may not be what I expected, but that is all that I have... You may not understand.. Nor do I care.. For there is parts of life.. That ought to be lived, felt, and experienced, Just by Me. For me alone.

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Sometimes the storm is just so strong..that you cannot go on..Oh!my ship sail on...You gotta move on..This time will pass on..The shore is all what I want..Sailors may die..Passengers may cry..But as long as you have a single man..Your voyage is still On..

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I am leaving,this place..the place that I know right from the days I remember... This place,means a lot to me,not just because of the people here,much more than what the intellect can perceive.. People,homo sapiens whatever or however or whoever they are it is impossible to love or to hate is impossible,just acceptance in case I have chosen to love them be it  friends or family. This is much

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Give me the strength... To find truth behind the deceiving words To find love behind the fake smiles To hope for the best when the worst is in.. To fake a smile when there is loads of reasons to cry.. To believe in the dark misty future.. To desire the impossible To dream beyond the boundaries..To live the life,when the death is on its heels

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The only solution for every life problem is.. Evoking the consciousness...

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No matter how sad I am..No matter how the circumstances around me are..No matter if the earth stops spinning..I love it.. when  a baby holds around my finger tight..For so long that..I could feel  the baby sweat.. That moment..I feel like the heaven is  all  here..

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Problems can be solved only by talking out...One could talk what one has in mind only by becoming friends..But once you are friends.The problem would appear too trivial to be considered about... Relations without problems is impossible..Problems without solutions has never existed.. image coutesy:http://xainab-articles.blogspot.com/  8

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They have come again,They never fail anyway,Though I fail to greet them many a day, How I wish I were you, You never bother whether someone pauses, Smiles at you and say hello, You always come , Over and over again, Bright and cheerful, Spreading happiness, As you twinkle in the sky, Oh!The starry sky!How many days,I have missed you!Never will I,Ever again.. 9

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                                                   what can be more beautiful..      than the sanctity of truth.. 12 image courtesy:http://images.mylot.com  

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                                                                                                          Hi mom,         My English teacher told me to write about "mother".         and Remu says, Mom means love,is it really,mom?       then,why are you not loving me,mom?       Why am I alone mom?        Where are you,mom?        Why did you leave me?                Mom..      You know,

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Let it reach the 110 Crores Indians and the remaining if any. Kindly, share this valuable information wherever possible. 1. If you see children Begging anywhere in TAMIL NADU, please contact: "RED SOCIETY" at 9940217816. They will help the children for their studies. 2. Where you can search for any BLOOD GROUP, you will get thousand's of donor address. www.friendstosupport.org 3. Engineering

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This is not written by me,I don't know the author...but it is really soooo nice....Who ever the author is has done a great job...Please read it.. and think about it... A while ago, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around

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We make friends, We break Friends, It is really so fascinating, We  make friends whom we never know, Nor would ever know, We chat..play.. and yeah! much more.. More fun.. More masti.. More and more .. It has always been more than what we have though, But... Some .. very some very little that no one really bothers... get caught in this NETwork.. Not knowing that they are trapped at last.. Not

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I might have have been 7 year old then , he must have been 3 or 4 years old when he came as my one and only neighbor.He was shorter than me yet chubbier and fatter than me.Since, we lived in a place where there were no other kid ,we obviously became friends,we were always together from then on.Always. We played together,ate together,learned in the same school,smiled together,laughed and rolled

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Science-It makes ur ipod,brush,cloth and everything, It saves lives, It gives light to the blind, Sound to the deaf, Voice to the dumb, and what more it sometimes even gives life to the dead. But when did this damn science become a curse? Mmmm.....when buddy? No answer. Let's go back. Back back back.... Yeah! Man started using science as a tool, a tool to save himself form natural disasters and

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I dunno but this month,I seem to have a deep connection with animals.first my encounter with cobra and it's death now it's...well read it. Waking late,I strolled out,Fresh air and chirping birds,There away I saw my neighbors standing in a circle,There is something wrong,Yes,an injured bird was the centre of of the circle, It was a night heron,beautiful night heron,black  at the center and

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To hear from a mother " You are no one to me." To hear from a father "I wonder why you were born to me." To have a sister who never cares who you are. To have a brother who long back has forgotten your existence. To have a friend who never replies. To have relatives who just smiles.

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Was it by fate? But that day she came late, I was expecting her class, For to my sister she was a woman to praise, The class ended with to do an assignment, The dead line came with us in punishment, For we were too lazy. It drove her crazy, That day I decided never to like her, But time is mightier, I have turned old, Now she is my world, With lots to say the words run like a chain,But oh!pity a

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I have been living a very happy day,till that day.(May be this line sounds very very novelic to you,but it is the real story of me).I have been happy as long as I remember I was always alone. And that day being a day of May and me being in India,naturally I felt too hot.I couldn't stay outside,it was burning me throughout,I had to go somewhere where I can rest for a while,somewhere to hide and

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One sunny day lately when I was reading Ayn Ryand's book I seemed to wonder more about "i". I have been wondering about it for quiet long. "I". To be honest there is no I in this world. There is no individualism,the many "I" depends on the society in which you were brought up.I think I have said this many times in my blog,I guess so.But no matter what we all seem to follow what the society

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I am a traveler,    a solitary traveler,I wander away aimlessly,For I have no place of my own,Nor anyone for me,For as already toldI am a solitary traveler,I  have gone to magical places.I have seen many deserts.I have seen winter.I have seen fall. I have seen wild forest.I have seen the lonely falls.I have seen  many more things. Far more than your imagination . But of all the places I have

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These words are more powerful than any words can explain.They have the power to vanquish human kind.Millions and millions of people have lost their life due to the cruel clutches of these words.Silly isn't it?Whatever race or caste you are you are still another human like me... The war by Hitler-the superiority of Nazi The colonization and imperialism- the thought of "the superior whites".

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"Science ends where religion begins" Scientists are those who think, Think about the world around them, They are just playing the game against the nature, They just keep discovering, They just discover what is hidden, And when they discover it, They presume themselves to be gaining the game, Oh!Silly if only they knew the huge mystery the nature hides, But then they go on..... What else can they

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There are many things to say but only a few worth saying, so think before you let go of words, for words are not just words, they are feelings in disguise, words can mend, words can love, words can heal, words can hurt, words can change you, words can kill, but.. just remember words are not just words, for words gone never come back, they create impressions, they leave a mark, sometimes it is

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How fast life is? How many things to miss? and when solitary fills, Those are the moments of bliss. The memories you gave flash in  my mind, There are too good that no one must remind; My mind in solitary confinement lie, With nothing to laugh nor anything to cry. I wonder how you would be feeling? There's something missing; With no one to laugh nor to cry. I stray around,I dunno why? In the

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A great havock shook the lonely island, Millions and millions died, Not a soul survived, Expect a girl of seven. Years rolled, Yet she survived. All she could see was rubles ruins and wild plants, All she could eat was fruits and wild berries, Her companions soon became the plants of merry, And soon she became the nature's friend. She needed no barometer to tell the weather, For she knew the

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 BECOME A SAVIOR OF MILLIONS OF CANCER PATIENTS: http://www.givoogle.com/ This is a very nice thing by Google,hat's off. this is a search engine by google, the advertisers pay Google for the search done through this.  Advertisers pay Google for every 1000 people who see their banner ad below.  Google donates that money to fight cancer.  You don't have to spend money,but still you would be

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It all happened in a fraction of seconds, A huge blast, thundering and warning the people around, But he was too close to miss it, yet to close to escape, and now he lay there dead, his dreamy eyes showing a shock, looking at things we don't know, He lay there motionless, With roads yet to travel, With friends yet to make, With streams yet to venture, With persons yet to love, With eyes yet to

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There are little hearts around you,taking every word you say, There are little hearts around you,doing the same thing you do, There are little hearts around you,watching what you do day and night, There are little hearts around you,admiring you from your back , There are little hearts around you,talking everything she knows about you, There are little hearts around you,hearing the silent

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He must be around 12 or 13, dirty shirt and a torn jeans, uncombed hair, rather a coarse voice, rough feet with no slippers, his hands were covered with grease, eyes portraying  an untold misery,  he stood there in the dark. when he noticed me staring, he turned and smiled. Something caught me, the delicacies, the luxuries, the comforts, the pleasures, the monthly movie, pocket money.... . .

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Yes, I no longer can hide the truth from you. Fate is m mightier than I thought, atlast the day has come for me to surrender. I will tell you everything, everything from the first, the murder happened last night. I didn't really mean to do it , it was not intentional , it happened , as an accident within a few seconds , a flash, and then he lay there dead, may be he cried and pleaded, but I did

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As I lie in my bed and look out through the window, the chirping birds,the green trees brushing each other,the cooing cuckoo,few guys chatting and playing....... it is a pleasant holiday . Nature has always been my best friend, no force on earth can ever separate us, wherever I go nature follows,silently It follws me silently,maybe it loves me so much that it can't leave me alone. It comes

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Give it away to whom are you waiting It means nothing to you It doesn't hurt you then why are hiding it from me how many times I have asked you why are you always adamant do you don't like to give it's after all a matter of seconds just give me once I will not disturb you am I pestering you I don't bother give me once I will leave you just once once are you angry? that you are not giving or

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I love you the most. Your presence make me happy. When I am happy I lose control, When I lose control I start blabbering, I talk things which gives no meaning I behave idiotically and I fear that you may not like it, that's why I remain silent in your presence. because you are so much to me.

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Don't cry my childDon't crythe world is not all the sameStand upandbe straightto face the worldcouragehard workandfaithcan take you beyond your imagination.So,Don't cry my childDon't crythe world is not all the samewait for the time to change

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Don't cry my child Don't cry the world is not all the same But be clear there is no one for you friendship and love can only take you too far. trust is just a word of literature, love is another word to cheat you, friendship is to exploit you, the relations are just by fate, you are alone, never feel. everyone is alone. no one can help it. they may deny, just to make you feel that they are

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It was early morning.It might be 2 'o' clock or 3'o'clock not more than that.Sam,was looking at the picture on the wall.It was the family photo.His family is not too big,just he,his mother and father.And it happened to be his parents wedding day: 12.12.1932. Sixteen years has passed since their married life. Sam too has brought a gift for them and was just thinking of a special way to give in.

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That day I ,Louis Peindertan could never forget it.I was reading "the horror stories told and retold."The clock rang 12 but I could not keep the book down because the story was so much thrilling slowly,12 became 1........ There was no sound everything was silent, there was pitch darkness outside I could hear the tiny waves dashing against the rocks in the far off shore,it was so clear there was

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Do you think there really exist a thing called love May be you do But I am not as same or sane as you are All love a mother's a father's a sister's a friend's a lover's a brother's a granny's . .. ... .... Every sort of love is fake. Turned inwards out. Seeking love Is like searching for light in the darkness you go here go there and finally one day stay with me and say no where What you

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A child smiles, it cries it does not care whether you like the smile or not it smiles when it feels like. A child wears the dress which it's parents wears it. A child plays when it feels like. The live the life they want to live. But we don't live the life we want to live,you may deny it but it is in fact true. We keep calculating , Calculating what would happen if we do that. It is the

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we get dreams because we have not responded in situations where we should have responded example :a higher official might have scolded us for some silly mistake which someone else has done,we might feel like giving him left and right but in reality that will never happen, Such controlled emotions come out as dreams. that day you might dream as becoming the boss and scolding him or get more

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Your life might be very busyoryou might be in such a hurrythatyou forget many things.Never you worryeveryone is in a hurrya great hurryoh! no,to me it is a misery.Everyone is runningkid...teen....adult..Everyone is runningRunning behind the lifeRunning behind the timein search of happinessin search of lovein search of peacein search of things which no word can expressbut in their long run....like

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                             When I see a child smiling, When I see the twinkling star, When I see the changing cloud, When I see the waves roaring, When I feel the gentle breeze,When I feel the sea water surrounding my legs in a lonely beach, When I hug a little kid,When a kid holds around my finger for so long that it sweats around my fingers, When I touch the soft feather,When

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A man is as his society is.. Most of us have once liked chocolates Most of us have gone to school Most of us eat thrice a day Most of us sleep at least 6 hours a day Most of the 20's marries................. There are a lot more ............. Most of us eat thrice a day.But every time we eat the food are we hungry.We may not even know that.We eat because at about 12 '0'clock to 2'0'clock in

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LIFE I asked a blind little boy, What Is Life? The brightest thing I have ever seen, So, bright it had been. He said Making me wonder, How on earth. Could he see? I asked a deaf old man What Is Life? The sweetest melody I could hear, So, sweet, so, dear so, dear, He said. Making me wonder, How on earth Could he hear? I asked a dumb little girl What

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Does he know A Lovely little child with dreamy eyes ,and joyous face he knows not the feel of sorrow toys scattered every where,huge toys... MOTIONLESS, he knows not it is his mum and dad dead. His world was colourful and so his room he touches those colourful huge toy Ouch!something sticky how on earth would he know it is blood He crawls away flocks of birds flying in the sky Oh!the birds

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