tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80999878572238479962024-03-14T16:32:48.715+05:30~Silent Thoughts~Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-89249868430610488222017-12-17T11:07:00.000+05:302017-12-17T11:07:23.217+05:30~The One~<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know I'm not the one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">that you see in the long run</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">holding hands and your heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I can never be the one you want</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know this love is hopeless</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">can't stop falling nevertheless</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">more I see you, more I fall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Just like dead leaves in the fall</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know there is no-one to blame</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">except me, who lit this flame</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">to whisper 'Te Amo' in your ear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">wish to be born as the one you desire...</span><br />
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<br />Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-64808320231178445332017-08-15T20:36:00.001+05:302017-08-15T21:11:09.086+05:30~Empty World~<span style="font-size: large;">You sure look good</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">interesting as I see,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but you ain't getting</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">inside my world, you see</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have wall built up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">reaching to the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It got no gates</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no-one gets in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just an empty world..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">If I open up, I'm afraid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I would scare you away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can you promise me that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you won't go away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've got lot of scars and wounds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've got a nasty past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm afraid that truth will</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">somehow drive you away....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Don't try to climb up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">those walls are too high</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm just sitting inside alone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with my bottled up memories</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">nothing pretty to see</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">nothing beautiful to share</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">broken pieces of a wounded past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that's all there to see..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">If I open up, I'm afraid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I would scare you away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can you promise me that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you won't go away..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've got lot of scars and wounds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've got a nasty past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm afraid that truth will</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">somehow drive you away.....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Don't try to come inside</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you won't like what you see</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cold and empty pale world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that's all there to me..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Let's just stand where we are</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You and I in two worlds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">let's walk our separate ways</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cause, we are in two roads..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">If I open up, I'm afraid</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I would scare you away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can you promise me that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you won't go away..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've got lot of scars and wounds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I've got a nasty past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm afraid that truth will</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">somehow drive you away.....</span><br />
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Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-10015813487289154062015-06-21T13:05:00.000+05:302015-06-21T15:46:06.442+05:30~Cried myself to sleep~<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can't let them see my tears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">can't let them see my pain</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">have to put on a brave face</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">strong and bright all day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I cried myself to sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Can't say I miss you a lot</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">can't say I need you here</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">have to say "I don't care"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">smiling confidently all day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so I cried myself to sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Can't walk away from this</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">can't stand alone still</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">have to move on with my life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">alone but bravely all day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so I cried myself to sleep</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">world doesn't know how much</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you will never know how much</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">even I don't know how much</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that I love you in my heart</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so I cried myself to sleep....</span><br />
Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-26167184290314035622015-06-14T18:31:00.001+05:302015-06-14T18:35:46.747+05:30To feel.. To be free...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wanna sleep on soft white sand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at mid-night in the beach</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">listen to the sound of lonely waves</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to feel the night breeze</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I wanna lie on the green grass</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at the top of a mountain hill</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">watch busy bees and butterflies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to feel the warmth of sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I wanna swim in the blue lake</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like a mermaid in a tale</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">play hide and seek under the sea</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">peek through the mysterious veil</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I wanna be free and fly away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like a bird in the large sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to free my soul from my body</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and to fade away in light</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will I ever be free to fly?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Will I ever be free to sleep?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Will I ever be free to feel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the love that I wanna feel....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-39810907715349806422015-02-25T21:00:00.001+05:302015-03-01T17:56:20.151+05:30~I can't let you go~<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to hold you close</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so you wouldn't get hurt</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">protect you from cold</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and keep your heart warm...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to stay next to you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when you fall asleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">protect you from bad dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and let you sleep on my arms...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to walk with you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">hand in hand together</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">protect you from piercing wind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and give strength to walk...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to hold your hand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">say everything is alright</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">protect you from falling apart</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and never let you cry...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I don't want to let you go</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">even, I'm not there anymore</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'll always be by your side</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">even, you don't see me anymore..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-53783942791744651092014-09-24T12:45:00.002+05:302014-09-24T12:45:15.610+05:30~Let Her Go~<div style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Isn't this the truth about us? We all start loving things or appreciating once we lost them. We are so blind to blessings in our lives, instead we are so busy worrying about things we don't have. Maybe it is time to stop worrying about things that we don't have or about things we lost, but start to love things we have now with us. Count your blessings!!</span></div>
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Well you only need the light when it's burning low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only miss the sun when it starts to snow<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you've been high when you're feeling low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only hate the road when you’re missin' home<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Staring at the bottom of your glass<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Hoping one day you'll make a dream last<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But dreams come slow and they go so fast<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You see her when you close your eyes<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Maybe one day you'll understand why<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Everything you touch surely dies<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But you only need the light when it's burning low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only miss the sun when it starts to snow<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you've been high when you're feeling low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only hate the road when you're missin' home<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Staring at the ceiling in the dark<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Same old empty feeling in your heart<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Well you see her when you fall asleep<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But never to touch and never to keep<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />'Cause you loved her too much<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And you dived too deep<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Well you only need the light when it's burning low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only miss the sun when it starts to snow<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you've been high when you're feeling low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only hate the road when you're missin' home<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Will you let her go?<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only miss the sun when it starts to snow<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you've been high when you're feeling low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only hate the road when you're missin' home<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only miss the sun when it starts to snow<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you've been high when you're feeling low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only hate the road when you're missin' home<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Only know you love her when you let her go<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And you let her go</div>
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Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-17929347203225148102014-09-13T19:13:00.002+05:302014-09-20T13:08:30.809+05:30~Adultery - Paulo Coelho~<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I took a long break.. Now it's time to break the ice. Well I went to book fair on Thursday (11) and bought thirty (30) books. yeah my mother was shocked. :) Anyway I already finished reading one book, Paulo Coelho's latest book, "Adultery". I thought to write about how I felt after reading it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">First of all, I must say Paulo Coelho is one of my favourite authors and I love his work. In 2006 I read "The Alchemist" and that's when I fell in love with his books. "Veronica decides to die", "By the river Piedra I sat down and wept", "Eleven minutes" "Manuscript Found in Accra" are my favourites. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The story is about a woman who is in her thirties begins to question about her life. She has a perfect life in the eyes of others, a perfect marriage, two beautiful children, a good job and a house. Basically everything. But she is tired of all the perfectness around her. She met her ex boyfriend at a meeting and she fell in love with him again. The story is about how she loses herself in order to discover who she is again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It is a nice story with a good message. A very strong message to them who is bored with their marriages and their perfect lives. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But, yes, there is a but.. All the other books Paulo Coelho wrote were able to make a significant difference in my mind. I didn't feel that in this book. We all know Paulo Coelho is a wizard who can do magic through his words. But I didn't see that magic in this book. I don't whether I felt that way because I'm new to whole marriage and extramarital affairs. I have never experienced any of those before. But all the other novels were like portals which open a door to the truth or to some deep emotions that we all felt but couldn't ever explain. In "Adultery" I didn't feel that. The main character, female journalist, goes through some kind of portal like that, but the problem is she doesn't take us with her. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">At the end she finds her way back to her real love or to the truth in her life. But I couldn't understand what makes her realize that, the path she is in, is not the right one. And is it possible for someone to end an intimate relationship at once without any regrets or any more cravings. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I asked myself, where is the chapter that makes a huge difference in reader's heart and mind? where are those quotes we usually read in his books that tattooed into our memory? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But when you forget about "Alchemist", you forget about "Veronica" you can enjoy this book. Forget about the<br />Paulo you knew, think as a new one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">However the book is still good compared to most of other novels. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I will finish this review with a one quote that tattooed in my memory and that's the only. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"There is none so blind as the one who does not want to see"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes I wonder whether it was a dream I saw in the middle of a summer night. But then dying pieces of memories around me, remind me that it wasn't a dream. It really happened and you were a part of me. Then suddenly you weren't there anymore. I felt so incomplete and fragile. You were like a shield, covering me from the outside world. Protecting me from every possible thing. Then one day that shield was no longer there. I felt so naked. So small. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It never occurred to me that I would have to live without you. We were always busy and on a schedule. In that schedule, we never had a time to sit down and think what if one of us had to leave soon? We never thought it was possible. We took everything for granted, I say. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You remember how we were when we first met? So innocent and so energetic. We did things others only imagined doing. We got drunk on the beach and slept till the sun comes up. "When the first rays of sun hit my face, I felt alive" you said to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I dared you, you can't kiss a man, but then I had to kiss you, because I lost the bet. It was the first time we kissed. I have been waiting for that kiss so I was happy that I lost the bet. We kissed a thousand times after that. But none of those times can beat the first time. We both knew it was not a payment for a bet, but something we both wanted for a long time. I don't remember anything about that day, what clothes I wore, what colour were they, nada. But I remember how I felt when you kissed me for the first time. I looked into your eyes and lost myself forever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Beach, that was our favourite spot. White sand, sun, water and cool breeze. All the elements were there. One day lying on white sand you asked, "How would you feel if I asked you to be my wife?". That's how you proposed to me. No ring, no standing in knee, no violins, but it felt perfect. You know why, because that's what I wanted. You knew me well enough not to do anything fancy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Three month later I went to Mrs. from Miss. and that night you hugged me tight and said "angel, don't even think of leaving me now. I gave up on my single life and I don't want to be single ever again.." I promise you, but as usual I forgot to make you promise me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Our plan was to travel the world once we were married. At first we decided we need to settle down a bit, before go anywhere. In the second year, work was too much in office and we thought we have time. In the third year, we lost her, a small tiny creature who was suppose to come to us. the time stayed still for no-one and it was the fifth year of our marriage. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">One cold night I woke up to a phone call, just to hear that you have been an accident. The life I knew has come to an end. The life I shared with you. Greetings in the morning, two mugs of coffee, bathroom traffic, complains of ironing shirts, everything was gone. No more arguments over bills not being paid, no more fights over the remote controller or make up gifts for words shot across the hall. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It's been months now. I still can't believe how this happened, but again that is life when we take it for granted. I quit my job at the firm and collected all my money. I sold the house. I don't know what I'm going to do but I'm not going to take it for granted anymore. I wanted to tell you, that you aren't really gone. A part of you are growing inside me. I'm going to take that part with me around the world. We are going to see the world and I'll figure out what I'm going to do as I'm going. Because life is too short to figure out and start living. We have to do both together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">After a break from couple of months I decided to write again. And this time I hope to keep this blog alive. At least few words once a week. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this and visit me again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">cheers!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It was a perfect
evening. Last rays of sun were shining upon the waves. Sea was calm and
beautiful. He said to himself. Walking on the beach in the evening was his favorite
thing. Watching the sunset while listening to the bells from the abandoned
church on the hill. It was abandoned year ago but still bells are making noises
to the wind. It was a sound of </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">happiness</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> and sadness at the same time. Jingles coming
from a faraway place told a happy story but they were coming from a forgotten
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">This evening was
supposed to be a usual one. Just like other days he was going to take a walk on
the beach. After the sunset go back to his little cabin and lit the candle. Eat
some bread with cheese he bought from the market </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">other</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> day. Drink some wine or
brandy if it’s a cold night. Play the violin a bit and go to a long sleep till
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Destiny works in a
mysterio</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">us way. Sometimes some things that you have been waiting for comes in
an unexpected time and sometimes you </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">didn't</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"> even know that you have been
waiting for that thing until it arrives. This day was all about unexpected
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It looked like a piece of
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It was painting of a
lady. Black silky hair f</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">allen on to shoulder length. Dark long eye borrows with
big round brown eyes. Pointy face with thick lips and a small nose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">He took it out and
looked at it from candle light. She looked young. Could be nineteen or twenty </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">maximum</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> She must be from a good family, but fine ladies don’t keep their hair
on loose like this. He was thinking.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Specially they </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> pose for a painting with hair on loose.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">"It is just a painting." said to himself. But
he </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> put it in the pocket. He </span><span style="line-height: 27px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> throw it away. He kept it on the
chair next to him and played his violin. If someone saw that, they would think
he was playing for her. But he said, he is playing for himself. Playing for night.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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day. But unlike other days sun rays bothered him on that day. He wanted to
sleep more. He </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> get a good sleep at that night. He was tired. It never
happened before. He was proud always about being an early bird. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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has </span><span style="line-height: 27px;">to</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> many different dreams. Dreams on beach. Dreams at valleys. Dreams in his
cabin. Dreams at some places where he </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> know. But all the dreams had one thing
in common. She was there. Lady in the painting. She was alive. Walking, talking
and laughing. He felt so much alive in those dreams. He wanted to sleep more so
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is not a dream. He washed himself and went to village for world. He was fine gardener.
He is usually good at what he was doing. Whole village praised </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">his</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> work and said
he was the best. But on that day he was a different man. He trimmed a bush
which was about to bloom. Watered roses twice and if his fellow doesn't notice
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going home soon. It was like someone was waiting for him at </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">home</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Of course there
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months became years. Everybody noticed his changes. He was </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">no</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> longer the free
lad but a man. A matured man. He aged quickly. His hair turned grey. There were
winkles and dark spots around his eyes. He soon looked old to his age. But there
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became more and more bright. It was like he was seeing </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">someone</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> getting close to
him as the days was passing by. He dreamed every night. Slowly she took over
his day too. He gave up fighting the feeling thought he </span><span style="line-height: 27px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> so sure what it
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more beautiful. Her eyes became bright too. Those were like stars first but
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day. He felt a difference. He felt her presence in his cabin. This time it </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> like she was a painting. But as a real person. A breathing living soul. He could
swear that he heard the sound of her gown sweeping the floor. He felt a small
breeze just like she was quickly passing him. When he was making a sandwich,
when he was eating, when he was playing the violin, he felt her warmth next to
him. It was like she was sitting next to him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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again. He was on the beach. Sun was setting. Sea looked golden. Times was </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">still</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> World was still. Everything was calm and quiet. But beautiful. She came
to him. Hugged him tightly. Kissed him on lips and whispered to his ears. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It was the first time
she spoke to him or the first time he heard her voice. It was </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">calm</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> like song. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">He took her hand. She guided
him to the golden sea. She held him close to her. They walked and walked until
they disappear in golden water. Last rays of </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">sun</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> vanished from the earth as
they disappear in sea.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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a new morning. But he was in deep sleep. He had a smile on his face. It </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">was</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> like he finally found peace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-22283057258146525182014-04-20T00:07:00.001+05:302017-08-12T23:31:57.573+05:30~Phoenix~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You crushed me<br />
And cracked me<br />
Held me up<br />
And smashed on floor....<br />
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You listened to the sound<br />
Cracking my bones<br />
Made a symphony<br />
And danced to the song....<br />
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You set fire and<br />
Pushed me to middle<br />
Watched me burn<br />
In red flames and fumes....<br />
<br />
Watch while you can<br />
Nothing stays still<br />
Wounds will heal<br />
Not burning scars....<br />
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Burn me alive<br />
I will rise above<br />
Fire don't lasts<br />
But the phoenix will rise....<br />
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<br />Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-31063391661835162532014-02-05T09:14:00.004+05:302014-02-05T14:47:00.198+05:30~Be my worshipper~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When the sun goes deep</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">stars are shining on the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">make me your goddess </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">and be my worshipper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I'll show you the world...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kiss me on forehead</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">take me in your arms</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">hug me tightly and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">say a silent prayer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I'll give you the world...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Lie down next to me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">hold my hand gently</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">close your eyes and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">keep your head on my heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You'll hear the divine song...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kneel in-front of me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">look up at my face</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">whisper my name slowly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">till it becomes a spell</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I'll take you to the heaven..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Make me your goddess</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">and be my worshipper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">dedicate your soul to me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">let the wind carry the silent prayer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I'll show you how the happiness feels...</span><br />
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Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-30729805142901616402013-05-30T19:30:00.000+05:302014-08-19T23:28:10.042+05:30~Journey to find me~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">When I came home from
studio I was really tired. Both mentally and physically tired and stressed. Maybe
it was work maybe it was him. I </span><span style="line-height: 32px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> so sure what was the real reason behind
my tiredness but I knew I was falling apart. I lay on the floor in front of my
mirror which was 6 ft tall and I could see myself through it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Only that I </span><span style="line-height: 48px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> recognize my own self and I was so surprised to see a woman whose age
cannot tell from looks because her body looks young and her eyes and facial expression
says she is way too old to be alive. I don’t recognize myself anymore. I knew
it is time that I must return to the place where it all started. Few years ago
when I was in France a stranger taught me a medication which has power to take
anyone to the very beginning. Where it all began and where it all ends. I
really didn’t understand what he was teaching me but today I decided to try
that technique since I have nothing to lose if I didn’t go the beginning.</span></span></div>
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lit some sandal candles and placed them on floor in a circle. I turned off the
lights and sat on the middle of the candle circle. I closed my eyes and started
praying. The main thing about praying was there isn’t a one prayer. It was all
about talking to my own self and freeing the true emotions hidden inside me and
the need to release the pain inside my soul.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> “Mother, I’m here. I came here to meet you and
find peace within myself. I have faced a point where my whole life has come to
mean nothing but a waste. The man I love left me and I’m failing in my job as
well. I need your help to go to where it all started…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I continued praying and
eventually it became less praying more releasing my emotions. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I need to find my true
mission and why I’m still here when there is nothing for me to live. I have
lost myself and want to find me within me. I need to see the start of life and
everything, I want to understand why am I brought into earth, I need to find
peace. Mother, help me.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;">I felt the aroma
around me, it smells sandal and then I felt a cold breeze, cold but comforting.
I heared birds’ voices and the sound of trees and leaves swing in the wind.
My nose tickles with the fragrance of flowers. That fragrance was mixed with
all the sweetest smells in the world. Sometimes it was honey, sometimes it was
roses, and sometimes it was chocolate, sometimes it was all the sweet smells in
the world. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;">I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was sitting on green grass in
a middle of a forest. All the way around all I saw were trees, huge tall trees,
they were even covering the rays of sun. Only few rays were able to reach
ground escaping through tress which was kissing the sky. I could not see the top
of those trees.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I slowly got up. I was
bare foot and could feel the green grass. The grass was soft and comfortable. I
took few steps forward, cold breeze covered me. I wanted to feel more and more.
I took off my white silk gown though I don’t recall I own one. I could feel
wind touching my body and covering me. I didn’t feel I was naked. Cold wind and
fragrance of flowers were covering me as an invincible cloak. It was started
drizzling. I could feel dew on my body and felt so fresh. I wanted to dance.
Dance like I’m in a party. Yes it was a party, party of rejoining with the
nature. A party to celebrate being alive again. A party to celebrate all the
good things happened in past, happening in present and will happen in future. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I danced to the music
of the nature. It contains all the music in the world. Smile of a toddler,
sound of the rain, sound of water dripping in to a pot, the sound of a
waterfall, sound of birds’, sound of butterflies wings, sound of wind, sound of
laughter and many more. That makes most beautiful music in the world. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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lake. Shining and glowing. I wanted to feel water. All I could think was I
inside the water and in the next moment I was diving into the cold silver
water. I could see colorful fishes swimming around me. The water was cold and
refreshing. Though the water was so cold I could feel warmth inside me. I
laughed and screamed with pleasure. I was playing with water like a child.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I sat on the bank. I
felt like a child who sees things for the first time. Everything looked so
beautiful, calm and in peace. Even water was calm. Trees were so quiet but
again they were mumbling. Birds were making noises but yet whole place was in
complete silence. But it was not uncomfortable. It was like this place is
trying to tell me something. So I closed my eyes once again and start
listening. And then I heard it. There was a voice coming from a faraway place.
It was not words, but I could understand it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peace was talking.
Freedom is talking. Silence is talking. Mother was talking. Finally I understood
what it was saying. The message was clear. I laughed loudly. I screamed with
joy. I let my body to feel the nature around me. I was not worrying about past,
present or future. I was enjoying the moment. That was the message. I found it
finally. The peace inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I slowly opened my
eyes. I was in my room sitting in the middle of the candle circle. All the
candles were burned only the darkness was around me. But through the darkness I
could see the light. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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under my breath and I know she heard me. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-9609087687037386692013-05-29T21:27:00.000+05:302013-05-29T21:27:43.372+05:30Don't be a puppet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Assignments.. Assignments.. then Exams.. *sigh*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Life is becoming really boring.. I have thousands of work.. actually studies to do.. but here I am.. writing my blog.. and playing facebook games.. barbuddy.. desert shop.. farm heroes and so many.. I'm turning into a lazy ass.. I should study for my Public International law test on Saturday.. and I should start writing my Administatvie law essay which due on Monday... or I should start working on my Interpretation of Statute Presentation which is suppose to held on next Wednesday.. but I'm wasting my time playing games and day dreaming.. and if I got low marks, *sigh* there is no one to blame but me.. I'm so pathetic.. aren't I? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">okay.. that's enough with complaining about being a lazy ass.. I was thinking what if there is really no such a thing call accidents in world? or chance? or coincident..?? what if it is really written by someone? what if the whole destiny is already decided and we are just playing our roles?? that's scary right.. thinking about being a puppet in someone's show. but then again I thought.. there is nothing to be scared of being a puppet because we are already are.. we are playing the roles which the society want us to play. When we are doing something we first think about our family.. what would they say if they knew that I want to be a poet not a doctor. or that I want to a painter not an engineer.. yes They will go nuts.. they will start scolding saying that I wasted their money.. I don't want to make them proud.. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then come our friends.. I want to date this guy.. who is not from the same social class... who doesn't do what I do or not the type my friends would call hot and handsome.. what would they say if they know I want to date him? oh yeah.. they will freak out.. yeah he is not going with my friends' society.. and culture.. I better find someone else.. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then come the office.. then neighbours.. etc.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">we hide our true desires and we are playing the roles that others want us to play.. that is scary.. you only live once.. so make use of this life. (right as in buddism you will born again..but under different conditions.. so you will not get this life again.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">stand up for your self and live the life you want.. don't be a puppet in someone else's show. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Take care!!! :D</span><br />
<br />Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-75468004201058774612013-04-16T12:47:00.001+05:302013-04-16T12:49:27.778+05:30Veronika finally found it.. did you??<br />
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i just finished reading another amazing book of Paulo Coelho's. It's "Veronika decides to die". That books makes you think thousand times about the life that you are living now. Veronika is a young girl who has a good job, a place to stay and she is pretty.. but something tells her that her life has no meaning so she decides it's her time to die. she decided to commit suicide but that was not the plan that god had for her. she failed her attempt to kill her self and she was taken in to a mental hospital. That's where she found the meaning of life and that's where she finally learnt what is to be living..<br />
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Living is not merely breathing or following the same routine. we think that there is only one person living inside us but that's not true. There are thousand of Red Riding Hoods living inside me. One is shy. One is furious. One love to take challenges. One wants to dance. but the problem is we are afraid to do what we want because we are afraid that other people will find us mad.<br />
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There is a mad person living inside all of us. That mad man wants to try new things. He doesn't care about boundaries. But people has make their own pattern or a same routine and they just don't want to step out side of that in order to feel the real world. The reality can be different from one person to another. One's reality is not another's reality. One's reality can be a fantasy to another. but yet a fantasy can be a reality.<br />
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Maybe I sound like someone in a mental hospital. That's the magic of living. Remember one day you will have no more tomorrows. One day you will not wake up and you have no idea when that could be.<br />
Veronika wanted to kill her self. But then she suddenly realize that she has not lived for the past 20 years but merely existing. Then doctor said to her that she only have one week left because her heart has been damaged so badly. She sets her mind to die and then she starts to live for the one last time. The difference is this time only she is not been merely breathing and existing but living. She do things without bothering what other people would think. She do things she has never tried before. She starts to live and then she realize she has wasted her life for nothing.<br />
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One day you will feel the same. That's why it is important to live as you are living for the one last time. One day you will not be here to do things that you wanted to do in your whole life. live the life to the fullest. Veronika finally found the peace and the meaning of life. Did you???<br />
<br />Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-77440067090037841402012-12-19T00:05:00.000+05:302012-12-19T00:05:50.808+05:30It was not my Destiny.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">For me it was the end of the world. There was no hope, no aim, no dreams. My whole life was planned around him. He was the light to the darkness in my life. Motivation of my life. Every dream every aim were around him. When he left me suddenly I lost my world. But not only my life but the freedom of my soul. I was trapped in his memory. I spent days over days without eating, without sleeping, without talking to anyone. Just sitting on my bed and thinking how did everything go wrong. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had plans to get married, to have a home of our own near the lake. It was designed with three bed rooms including master bed room, one visiting room, one dining room, a big kitchen to me to cook all the food he love, a veranda that we can sit in the afternoon and have some coffee while watching the sun set. We dreamed about going on swimming at the mid night in full moon days when the whole world is in deep sleep. We had a dream to have kids. He is helping our son to fly a kit and I'm watching and laughing at them sitting at the veranda with our daughter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I couldn't take it any more, and I chose to put an end to this miserable life. A life which no-one has a value. I took my big sharp scissor and put the blade on my wrist. I knew it is painful to die that way but I had no other option. Dying method option. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now I know I was not destined to die that way on that day. It was not my destiny. Dying before grow old is not anyone's destiny. I see a big world now. I feel sorry for that girl who was back then when I look back sometimes. She was very weak and she didn't understand taking her own life because of she is afraid to face the life alone is not a bravery act but an act of a coward. Killing your self for someone who doesn't even bother to care you exist is completely in vain. Maybe that's why god decided I must not die on that day. The god wanted to show me the big world that awaits for me out side my cage. I was a bird inside a cage and once the cage's door was open I didn't know what to do. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I closed my eyes and pushed the blade on my wrist and determined to cut the wrist at once when I heard my phone was ringing. For a moment I thought it must be he calling me, but it was her. My mom. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Hello honey, Are you alright?? " Those were my mom's first words. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I still can't understand how did that happen but I'm grateful for that power whatever made my mother phones me. She said she heard my voice and I was asking for help. That moment I understood that there are many people who love me and want to see me alive everyday. Not as a half dead but as a lovely daughter, a cheerful friend, an adorable sister, as a strong woman. My second life was much more fun that the previous one. I knew the value of life. I understood life is not giving to us to waste it on those who doesn't care but to use it for the happiness of them who love us. So don't be afraid if you fall, because life is like a boxing game. You don't lose when fall but when you refuse to get up. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">P.S. Not a true story. :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was crying</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">you console me</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">you were the hero</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">all the time in the past</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">now I'm looking for a new one</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">when you are still here...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I'm the princess</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">still in your world</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and I will always be.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You hold me first</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">i loved your warmth..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now I'm looking for a new warmth</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">you loved me first</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and made me feel loved so much</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm begging for a new love</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm the princess</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">still in your world</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and I will always be..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was the first in your heart</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and I'm still the "Only One"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">that place will always be mine</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">forever in lifetime...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You were my hero</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Still you are..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe not the only one..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But you will always be</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">the only King in my life..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Always.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday dad.. :) [19/11/2012]</span></div>
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Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-74729469535481942992012-10-20T18:59:00.001+05:302012-10-20T18:59:15.965+05:30~The End~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It seems like this is the end..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">nothing more to wait for</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you have pushed me away..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">faraway..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">nothing more to pray for</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it seems the game is over</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I tried my best</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to fit into your world..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but something didn't work out..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you were there..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was there..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but we weren't there..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there wasn't us..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">anytime in history...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">everything is over</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it seems like this is the end..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I started living a half life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">since the day you pushed me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">away..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">now I'm used to it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">living as a missing piece..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">no way to go</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">no place to fit in..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A missing piece from world..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It seems like this is the end..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The End for me...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">She never begged him.. She never cried.. But she always hope that he would stay. She loved him more than anything in this world.. He was the only thin left for her in this world.. He had a house.. She made a home from it.. He had a dream.. She made it a reality.. He wanted company.. She gave a companion.. He wanted affection.. She gave him love.. But at the end she couldn't make him stay.. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">She believe thing will work out.. Everytime when she cuddles in to his arms.. She believed he is going to stay.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Finally he walked out the door. He didn't look back to see her tears rolling down on the pale cheeks.. He didn't look back to see what he is going to loose.. He didn't look back to see the love that he is leaving behind.. He didn't look back to see the living corpse of hers.. He took her life with him.. The moment he walked out she died.. Her soul mixed up with the thin air.. She was nobody.. but he never noticed it..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">He came back to her.. To tell her the good news in his life.. He came to shake her hand.. She wanted him to be happy. She gathered her strength.. wished him luck.. with all her heart.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">She knew she was a fool.. She knew there are no more ace to play.. She had played all the cards.. Only history was there.. A beautiful history she prayed to be their future..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Though it's hurting me, now it's history.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I've played all my cards and that's what you've done too,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Nothing more to say, no more ace to play.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The winner takes it all,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The loser standing small beside the victory, that's her destiny.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I was in your arms thinking I belonged there,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I figured it made sense, building me a fence,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But I was a fool, playing by the rules.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice, </span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">And someone way down here loses someone dear.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">It's simple and it's plain, why should I complain.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Does it feel the same when she calls your name.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Somewhere deep inside you must know I miss you,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But what can I say, rules must be obeyed.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The judges will decide the likes of me abide,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Spectators of the show always staying low.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The game is on again, a lover or a friend,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">A big thing or a small, the winner takes it all.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I don't wanna talk if it makes you feel sad,</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">And I understand you've come to shake my hand.</span><br style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I apologize if it makes you feel bad seeing me so tense, no self confidence.</span></i></span></div>
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Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-91970791667750223522012-10-06T18:44:00.002+05:302012-10-06T21:08:35.278+05:30Quotes"Loving you is the worst mistake I have ever made in my life, but it is the only mistake that I'm not afraid to repeat or I never regret. "<br />
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Nobody wants to be lonely.. Nobody wants to cry..<br />
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Ricky Martin and Christina were screaming in the radio. Is that really true?? Nobody wants to be lonely?</div>
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yeah that is true. But sometimes there can be some who likes to be alone. It is not loneliness but enjoying the moment. </div>
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Everyone, actually not everyone but most of people I know tell that they want someone to care about them, someone to talk, someone spend time with. I know the feeling. Because sometimes in my past I have felt the same way. but can we really find someone like that?? I don't think so. </div>
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We can't simply ask from someone to care for us, can we? We can't ask them to be with us. But there are things that we can do..</div>
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Now what is the mirror rule?? It is simple.. Mirror will never smile with you unless you smile with it first. So smile with the mirror and mirror will smile back.</div>
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If you need someone to care about you then start caring about others. If you want someone to spend time with then start spending time with others. You can't find one unless you are going to be with a hundred. Yes.. First you have to be with hundred to find a one to spend time. And then to find the "Right One" you have to spend time with thousands of people. That is the way it is. No-one will come to you until you are going towards them. If you want somebody in your life then you have to take a chance with the world.</div>
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Expose to the world. Stop merely existing and start living your life. </div>
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This is what I do most of times. I talk to myself. [yeah I do.. any problem? ;)] I know it sounds crazy. but trust me it helps to understand your inner side. It helps to understand what you really want in your life. Or you can talk to imaginary friends. I have lot of imaginary friends. </div>
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This is one of the best thing to do. Read books. If there are books then I can spend years without talking to anyone. :)</div>
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In these days also I rarely talk to anyone or log in to fb/blog because I bought books from book fair recently. Time is so interesting and I don't think anyone can be alone when all the characters in a book comes to live. </div>
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But the most important thing is no-one can find the one for you. you have to find that one or the way to get rid from loneliness. </div>
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Cheers!!</div>
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P.S :- Talk to yourself only when you are alone, otherwise you will get shifted to a mental hospital.</div>
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One Day<br />
in future<br />
You will be walking<br />
on those streets<br />
where we used to<br />
walk together...<br />
Maybe<br />
you will remember<br />
I was there<br />
with you<br />
by your side<br />
and you wasn't<br />
alone...<br />
Maybe<br />
you will hear<br />
my voice<br />
cracking silly jokes<br />
saying lame things....<br />
Maybe<br />
It will bring<br />
a small smile<br />
to your lips..<br />
Maybe<br />
you will turn<br />
your head<br />
to your side to see<br />
me walking<br />
next to you...<br />
But<br />
I won't be there<br />
on that<br />
One Day<br />
in future....<br />
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<i>"Instead of crying when I'm gone, make me smile while I'm still here"</i>Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-83559648426180980132012-09-15T22:56:00.000+05:302012-09-15T22:57:39.273+05:30Somebody that I used to knowYou and I had something. We shared something. But why are you acting like it was nothing? Like nothing happened? You are treating me like a stranger.. Like we have never met before..<br />
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I still remember the first day I saw you.. Light pink dress with white roses on it.. pressing your books to your chest as somebody is going to stole it... big brown eyes filled with fear and tears.. yeah.. you were about to cry..<br />
"Hi.. I'm Jimmy, new to the school?"<br />
I couldn't resist you.. so I introduced myself. If I knew that beginning going to lead to a sad ending I would never talk to you. I would have walked to the opposite direction ignoring the fact that how hard it is to walk away from you. But our beginning never know our ends.<br />
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We became friends.. then close friends.. then lovers.. now???<br />
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now what are we??<br />
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We have became strangers.. completely strangers.. why??? Do you know why??<br />
because I don't know..<br />
I still don't know where we went wrong.. You said we still can be friends.. but can we??<br />
Can we be friends again?<br />
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<i>Somebody That I Used To Know lyrics<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Now and then I think of when we were together<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Like when you said you felt so happy you could die<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Told myself that you were right for me<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But felt so lonely in your company<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But that was love and it's an ache I still remember<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Like resignation to the end<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Always the end<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>So when we found that we could not make sense<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Well you said that we would still be friends<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But you didn't have to cut me off<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Make out like it never happened<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And that we were nothing<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And I don't even need your love<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But you treat me like a stranger<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And that feels so rough<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You didn't have to stoop so low<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Have your friends collect your records<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And then change your number<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I guess that I don't need that though<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Now you're just somebody that I used to know<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But had me believing it was always something that I'd done<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And I don't wanna live that way<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Reading into every word you say<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You said that you could let it go <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used
to know...<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But you didn't have to cut me off<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Make out like it never happened<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And that we were nothing<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And I don't even need your love<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But you treat me like a stranger<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And that feels so rough<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You didn't have to stoop so low<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Have your friends collect your records<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>And then change your number<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I guess that I don't need that though<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Now you're just somebody that I used to know<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I used to know<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>That I used to know<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Somebody...</i></div>
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P.S I listened to this song over and over again because of two reasons actually. First one is this was performed by Matt Bomer in "Glee Season 3 episode 15" with Darren Criss [Bliane Anderson] and I'm a huge fan of Mr. Matt <b>freaking perfect</b> Bomer... :-D hehe.. second is those lyrics are really nice. Just tried to give a story to those lyrics.. I don't know whether it is success but I really love this song. Enjoy it.</div>
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P.P.S hey just for the record Matt Bomer [Cooper Anderson] and Darres Criss [Blaine Anderson] are singing this song not as a couple but as brothers. :-) They have been bit apart from each other but at the end of the episode they sort of find they love each other. </div>
Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-9590267205413545062012-09-04T16:46:00.004+05:302012-09-04T16:46:51.857+05:30Do you interfere in children's life more than necessary??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wanted to talk about this for a long time, but didn't know how. Mainly because I'm not a parent yet so I may not understand the whole parent - child bond thing. But I have 22 years with my parents and I think I have a little idea how parents should deal with their children. Do you interfere in your child's life more than necessary?? Then I hope this post would give you something to think. Yeah maybe you will call this a bluff of a young girl who has no idea how to raise a kid. Yes! I agree. I have never experienced how does it feels to be a parent, raise a child. But mainly what I learned from my own home is though parents give birth to a child he or she means a separate individual and they have their own life. Now don't start thinking that I'm talking about giving unlimited freedom to children. No this is not about that. All I want to say is what will happen if you interfere into your child's life more than it necessarily. What will be the out put. I can be wrong. But I have seen enough examples to say at least 9 out 10 cases what i'm going say would be the result. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here are some questions.. I don't need an answer.. but answer to yourself. </span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">[This is specially about teenagers and they who passed their teenage. I know it is sort funny if you are controlling your child's life even when he/she is above 19. But it happens. so here we go.]</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Do you love your child??</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2. Do you want to see him /her happy??</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3. Do you think "you know the best" for him/ her?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4. Does your child have privacy in his/ her life?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5. Do you respect to his/ her opinion?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">6. Does your child have the free will under your roofs?? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">7. Are you making a fuss about him/her having friends with the opposite sex?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">8. Do you read your child's diary??</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">9. Do you think they should fulfill your dream just because you gave birth to them?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">10.Are you a friend to your child?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Think... and answer yourself. You know what are the answers should be... <span style="color: #351c75;">1. YES /2. YES /3. NO /4. YES /5. YES /6. YES /7. NO /8. NO /9. NO /10. YES</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">if those were your answers then you can stop reading sir / madam, this is not for you. I'm so happy about your children. They have got perfect parents. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But what if those weren't your answers.. Then you might wanna continue reading. :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Obviously any parent would say YES to the first two questions, because everyone loves their child and want them to be happy except for very few exceptional parents who are not really worthy to be called as parents. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But thinking about the rest.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Starting from the question NO.3 If you think you know the best for him/her.. Then you are wrong. Because people are different. He/She can be your child, made of your genes, but still he/she is different from you. Just like your five fingers are different from each other though they belong to the same hand. You may not know the best for him/her. There are some who have the major talent for aesthetic. There are some who are born smart in books. Some have the skill in sports and some are good with machines. You know the best thing in the world. Of course any parent would say going for higher education and doing a white collar job is the best thing in the world. YES! you are right. But that maybe not the best for your child. Maybe he more likes to spend his/her time with his/her guitar/violin/ Piano/dancing class etc. Maybe he/she wants to spend his/her time with a brush in a hand looking at an incomplete Art. Maybe he likes spends his time in a lab. Only they know what is best for them. All you could do is make sure they are making the right decision by showing their options. Show them the best options they can have, [make sure you pick everything he/she interested in when you are showing the best options] and ask them what they think they wanna do? what they think they are good at..? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Question NO.4, if you say NO this, that would be the biggest mistake you do in your life. Your child needs privacy in his/her life because it helps to build his/her personality. Remember a broken personality would not be getting much credit in the society. No matter how educated they are they would not survive in the society. How lack of privacy destroys someone's personality? Think about it. If she/he can't make a call to a friend without giving full details to you about it? If she/he can't go hang around with friends? [for a girl I agree parents should ask things like, where? who? and don't be late] If he/she doesn't have a separate room [with siblings it is okay] even when he/she is above 14? If she/he doesn't have a door to their room?? Those things are breaking them apart. Friends might laugh to his/her back, they will call him/her with names. You might not think about it. But it happens. Any person deserves some privacy in their lives. This doesn't mean you should give him a separate room and never check what he is doing in there. No. You should check it but for a limit. Be a friend with him more than being Idi Amin type parent. [There is a guy well educated but having personality problems, trust me he doesn't even have a job for two years even with a second upper class Management degree in J'pura Uni.]</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Question NO.5 and NO.6 comes together most of the times. Do you respect your child's opinion? or at least do you ask his/her opinion when you are taking a decision about his/her life? Do they have free will under your roofs? Though the law says every human born with free will does that really counts under your roofs? Do you always say what to do to him/her? He is will be a puppet someday. Someday when you are no longer to decide what he should do, he will be lost in the society not having a single clue what he should do. Because once you cut his/her free will that thing never can be restored. They will never recognize it. They will afraid to decide by their own. They will always need a push or they will always wait till someone tells them what they should do. Is that what you want for your child? Cut down his free thinking power and acting according to his/her own instinct. They will easy targets in society. Specially girls. So you need to give her/his free will. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Question NO.7 if you are making a fuss about this, mainly two things can happen. one thing is he or she would be really afraid to get along with the opposite sex or would shy. Another thing would they will find a way to have connections with opposite sex friends somehow closing your eyes. I have seen many, and I don't think you are unaware of those stuffs. Specially if a boy is shy to be with girls then it will damage to his personality and on the other hand if a girl is trying to get along with boys closing your eyes that would be a real danger to her. The solution is not be prison them in a ivory tower, but let them be friends with the opposite sex for a limit under your supervision.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Question No.8 that is a very bad habit. They have their own problems and they need something or someone to talk about those. So if your child has a diary then leave it that way. That diary is not the way to know his/her secrets. Talking is the way. Respect your child. Show them they can talk to you about anything. Even about love problems. I am proud to say I have a mom who I can talk about anything. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Question No.9 if you are trying to fulfill your dreams then it is wrong. Your child is not one of your tools to be used that way. Maybe the dream you have can be really good, but if he doesn't like it then there is no use of it. Because he is one who is going to live with that. Not you. Don't make your child a pawn to see your dream come true. And specially don't make your child do something just because your colleague's child is doing that. Don't make your child see a dream which he doesn't want to see. That will ruin his/her whole life. Any man should do something they are fond of unless that thing will destroy them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Question NO.10 if you are just a parent to them, it is time for you to change. Be a friend. A close friend who he/she can share anything. Don't get panicked when he/she shared a secret with you but be patient and give the right advice to them. Most of wrong things can be prevented from that. If your girl says a boy is interested in her, don't scold her like nothing. But make her understand what will happen if she got a boy friend when she is still at school. Share stories you know about people who had affairs and sort of messed up their whole school life. That will talk some sense to her more than scolding and punishments. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes a child can be a puppet because of these things, sometimes a child can a gangster. YES! Even though you are not ready to accept that fact I have seen some who says they really hate their parents. I don't think you need that to happen to you and your child. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If you love your child,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Guide him, don't drag him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Show him, don't push him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Respect him, don't humiliate him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love him, don't tight him......</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To read the Sinhala post go to this <a href="http://redssolitaryworld.blogspot.com/2012/09/blog-post.html" target="_blank">Link</a>.</span><br />
<br />Red Riding Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08277105215186562798noreply@blogger.com2Kadawata, Sri Lanka7 79.956.9842395 79.930259 7.0157605 79.969741tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099987857223847996.post-58921531542136084352012-09-02T22:13:00.000+05:302012-09-16T09:54:38.314+05:30~God has another plan~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
I opened my eyes<br />
slowly, slowly...<br />
I wished you'd be here<br />
near me, holding my hand<br />
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Everything was so dark<br />
and calm and quiet<br />
Something is wrong<br />
said my mind...<br />
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There was a light<br />
yellow and bright<br />
I'm no longer lying<br />
I floated gently..<br />
<br />
I floated through an arch<br />
to a meadow very bright<br />
"Am I out this much soon?"<br />
a question in my mind..<br />
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Looked everywhere for u<br />
to see your bright smile<br />
you weren't here, but<br />
a beautiful world..<br />
<br />
Something is not right<br />
mumbling in my head<br />
"where are you and my son?"<br />
more stress in my mind<br />
<br />
Nobody seems anywhere<br />
"could someone hear me?"<br />
It's beautiful world<br />
but don't want to stay here<br />
<br />
I looked back at<br />
the arch which I entered<br />
It was no longer there<br />
only me and silent everywhere..<br />
<br />
Slowly floated myself<br />
around the meadow<br />
felt this is the end<br />
No going back there<br />
<br />
Finally saw you and him<br />
cuddled together in pain<br />
"don't worry I'm fine"<br />
I screamed but no-one seems hear<br />
<br />
They took me my body, not me<br />
"I'm still here" whispered to your ear<br />
"Seems god has another plan,<br />
Tell him I love, and will forever.."<br />
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