tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17393061939798550872024-02-06T18:46:46.264-08:00Purple MoMaHarikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-60130217465218949002014-02-02T03:40:00.002-08:002014-02-02T03:40:18.788-08:00How will my bigger life look?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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what you and I live! Do you realize that!? I do! Time and again! What if I were
not an Engineer? What if I never did an MBA? What would I be doing!? Wow this
very question opens up a beautiful box full of ideas! May be I’d see some places
I love all by myself! Maybe if I were not so protected by my parents, I would
end up learning the world myself. I don’t say it’s all rosier out there, or
they have curbed my freedom too much, but I sure would like to experience the
world on my own! May be learn some guitar, dine with new friends, help people,
click pictures of everything, sit by the side of a calm lake, listen to great
music and write for as long as I could. This is a dream you know? That I would
love to see happen! Ending up the best marketer in town or the best CEO, hmm I
don’t know, would that give me a fair share of happiness!? May be not! I am a
people’s person and simple living is my deal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">All my life I have
tried so hard to find something I love doing, something that’d keep me occupied
24hrs at a stretch, I explore numerous options, but nah! Haven’t really hit
that spot yet! Do I not like what I do? Or perhaps I am looking in the wrong
direction all together!? May be it’s the latter! Life is all about happiness
right!? Atleast for me! Happiness lies in making people around you happy! Again
for me! I know people judge people all the time, but hey! Who am I to stop
them? That’s what makes them happy right? So, maybe I should stop worrying what
people think, I should learn to face embarrassments, learn to laugh at myself.
Do u just see how easy life would be then!? Making peace with yourself is a
bliss! Ain’t it? It might actually end up giving people a high! I know you
might be saying to yourself, “This is too good to be true, it’s tougher done
than said and blah blah” Well, I am not the advising department. I am just the
self-talker who beliefs plain happiness is beyond any achievement! It is true
that none of this I would end up doing myself full-time, but hey I know for
sure, I’d do it once a while, make sure to make time for who I really am! After
all you’re just one of a kind! Why not embrace it? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Harikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-36523504437684470732012-03-22T03:51:00.002-07:002012-03-22T10:16:55.811-07:00The ShowBizz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> When i was a kid, i was threatened by my mother to be sent away from home if i did something mischievous. The idea behind this threatening process as i understand now, was apparently a way of persuading you into "not" doing the wrong things. But coating it up with a spoonful of selfishness somehow doesn't seem right. This is exactly how i picture the current fate of our "ex" or should i say "not-so-obedient" Railway Minister,Diesh Trivedi. To the world, he is portrayed as a villain who is trying to suck all our money.And to me he is just another party member who perhaps could not sweeten the pot for Ms. Mamatha Banerjee.<br />
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Lets raise hands and vote for who probably thinks Mamatha Banerjee had absolutely no idea this was gonna happen! Is it even believable, that one fine day she woke up to witness one of the most important budget sessions to be presented by a member of her own party, in an ultra casual way and was shocked to be deceived? Was it a script from a drama that could be altered to one's convenience? And then she pulls him(Dinesh Trivedi)down from authority only to replant another puppet from her box who could conveniently act like he was living with the aliens while the budget was being prepared totally unaware of the reality.<br />
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Dear Ms. Mamatha Banerjee, for once there came a proposal to provide us Indians with lesser "on-the-train-diseases" and cleaner "u know what!!" and all you could do was ruin it !? "Give that old stuff a break and make railways a better place for us" is the collective cry of the Indians! Although, it's true that a steep hike could launch a heavy burden onto the poor man's shoulders all of a sudden! But then, pop comes the question..Why didn't you do it gradually when you always had a chance!? You do this act of ignorance to fill up your vote banks and then what? We are back getting into those never so healthy,never so comfortable trains that could bombard your nostrils for the sin of having no choice but to use those pathetic toilets!<br />
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The trains get delayed, they are seen colliding with one another due to poor safety systems installed and they even run into vehicles killing scores of people at the unmanned railway crossings! I assume there is no need to mention the robberies constantly haunting the railways! What is with the politicians' habit of not being able to accept a Change when they always promise to work for the common good before the elections!? Before a man could wake himself up and realize the truth, he is once again pushed into his gullible phase by this "false display of concern".<br />
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For one thing,i appreciate the poise and dignity portrayed by Mr.Dinesh Trivedi . He made a respectable exit without the cliched political fight back . In my opinion, he did what can be termed as "the need of the hour", albeit he had to face the regular resistance to good from the dramatic politicians. With so much happening around,our respectable Prime Minister Dr.Manmohan Singh had his regular speech....ya your right ! the "pin drop silence" one.!<br />
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So, it's time to answer some real questions Ms.Mamatha Banerjee!!..You say Dinesh Trivedi has done it all wrong ? So, were you expecting him to pay all the expenses from his own pocket?What is the whole point of presenting a never-to-change budget over and over throughout the years? If a change is what you were not expecting then how do you define improvement? In that case,when are you planning to shell out currency from your pockets? or should i say "When will you stop filling your pockets and let the money be used to do the rightful for the welfare of the railways???" Oh perhaps if you don't like being questioned, you might replace me with somebody else to write this blog .!<br />
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P.S: I am sorry dear railways, your make over has just been ruled out! </div>Harikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-33011302796435313162012-03-12T13:43:00.002-07:002012-03-12T13:43:55.260-07:00FAKE-O-METER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> It was the day my father and i were leaving to Banglore,when we hired an auto rickshaw to the railway station. With massive luggage on board and an RAC seat awaiting us, we had started off on time to avoid our usual hurry-up scenario! We were driven in and out of the lanes as my mind silently kept wandering through different possibilities of sharing one seat all night long. We apparently had no choice owing to the fact that it was the so called "perfect-time-for-all-the-weddings" and ours certainly was a last minute plan. That's when surprises began to unravel. For starters, our auto began to slow down, some unknown issue the auto guy said. We were now travelling at half the previous speed but were still hoping to cope up.<br />
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"Arey Arey", i heard the autowala say and we were now not in a moving state anymore! The auto had now come to a perfect still even before we had come half the way! The autowala had some serious theories about why the auto could have landed in this troubling situation all of a sudden which he tried explaining for a couple of minutes and then, called upon another auto rickshaw for us. He had his share of explaining done to the new guy and transferred our luggage doing us a favor. We had to pay him some negotiable amount for the short trip,following which we started off in our new auto. The new guy was old and fragile.He picked up a conversation with my father asking him how much we paid the previous guy and then began laughing out of nowhere! Now obviously, both of us were surprised !<br />
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Then the autowala enlightened us on how we were just tricked . I was shocked to hear that the previous auto had no problem at all. As a matter of fact, it was all part of the perfectly crafted drama where autowalas without valid license papers agree to take you to the destination of your choice, though far away and then start off their cocky drama finally ending up making you feel like they have actually done you a favor, getting you into a new auto in a situation where you might be forced to find one all by yourself . So,obviously they get paid for an auto which in case of the truth revealed scenario. we would never hire in the first place.<br />
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We had nothing to say as we were totally taken aback by the fact that we, being local Hyderabadi people had just been tricked! Needless to imagine our plight if we were in a hurry and could not find another auto immediately! I was in a dilemma wondering if i should curse the autowalas for what the previous one had just done to us or appreciate them for how one of the same race on the flip side, had come up with the truth. Trust me! gone are the days when the autowalas taking you on a one kilometer ride for an actual distance of a few meters for better fares was the only trick played by them! Now is the time for renewed ones. So, watch out because you never know, you could just land up in this "reality show" some day!</div>Harikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-93392063088923912012-02-20T11:42:00.000-08:002012-02-20T11:49:22.406-08:00The Unknown Enemy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"> “This way might work…oh wait! Actually it’s the other way I guess…hmm how about that way or may be this way….” Oh! God this ‘X’ is a real terrorist! Day by day it gets smarter and tricks you big time!! Now I really need to know! Why X? Why on earth are you so desperate? You want to be paired up with so many variables? U apparently jump in and out of a multitude of relationships drawing a whirlpool around you so I could never find you? If your incarnations were countable, you certainly would have made a better epic in the history! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.guzer.com/pictures/findx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://www.guzer.com/pictures/findx.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As a matter of fact, I wish I could leave you alone but unfortunately the teachers won’t let me! They rate my smartness assessing my mere ability to haunt you within a time limit THEY set. This makes the whole quest for you a real mess! Dragging my point from square one, I was never interested to find you in the first place! But I was pushed. And when I accept my fate and move ahead they shoot an hourglass at my face. In here, the sand isn’t slipping down, it’s flying down at a rate I could never catch up! Still, I try and try to find you with all my wits and you try and try to deceive me. In the mean time I am clouded with so many other thoughts…how happy my life would have been if you had never made your way in! How leisurely I could have appreciated the clock for its graciously movements! But in your presence, the clock is a pressure cooker on my head! The ticking sound triggers an adrenaline rush in me (seriously a bad one!). Perhaps, I get lucky a couple of times when you are found, albeit you leave behind your villainous note that reads “Brag as much you want to…I will come back! Bigger, Bitter “ </div><div class="MsoNormal"> I say I want to get into an institution coz it offers me a course I have always dreamt of ;which would pass me over to my destiny, my passion…but then, all I am asked to do is find “X” first!?# Even when the so called “x” on skates has remotely nothing to do with it!</div><div class="MsoNormal">The moment I hear X, this dialogue keep rolling “X ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi, na mumkin hai” .Duh! You’re no DON! So, let’s face it! What exactly are your plans for me? How long do you intend to be my source of mental trauma? When are you planning on being found? No wait! When will you stop running around!? Don’t you sweat? Don’t you understand the word “Enough”!? Make sure you do because I am tired! I am sick of your never-to-quit stingy attitude! For a change, I Quit! I would appreciate your stay behind the bars and repenting for your insane sins! May you rest in peace !!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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For all those who are skeptical about the very existence of such a college let me assure you guys, there is world beyond your imagination! So, the story begins here...i had 4 years of torture to bear and gallons of "HEAT" to take( this place being the official STOVE of India!) hundreds of people to meet and hundred and odd mindsets to deal with (if you know what i mean :P) . I entered my room and was more than glad to meet a girl i could associate with (who later became my best buddy for life) . She was the stupidest person i love to be with at all times no matter what! (Don't go to U.S please...)We were the two people whom the whole world would never doubt would get seperated. (no matter how silly and serious our fights were)I met a girl who was from North India (officially my room mate) and later a friend whom i would always remember! She was different and to her you and I were different :P The masti, crazy acts and never ending chats in the room are the best memories!<br />
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But that was not all...i later met a bunch of special people who were the biggest idiots just like me :P The girl who came up to me first asking me to teach her a subject i knew no smell and taste of! She was someone i thought i would hate for a lifetime but she became the one i would not dare leave! Our Milk Shake "brum-brum" parties and never fulfilling "This-is-the-last-time" promises are just the best!Then there's the "girl-with-the-acid-bottle" ( she would kill me for this :P) who can just win anything and everything with just one "Smile" . It was like there's nothing in the world that could stop her from smiling! Then there was the "girl-with-the-perfect-figure" who always went by the rules! (lets just say sometimes ) One would never forget her "child-talk" ( something we had always made fun of :P) The "TTD-girl" was a perky little one with amazing hair and lots of stories...(the politics lover! and we share something in common too :P)<br />
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The "chary-girl" was the fun loving yet bound to ECE torture person who loveeeeeeeed to EAT and SING ! (she had the ability to put any melodious song to death :P) Then, there was the "girl-in-silence" who mostly kept to herself but when in action got us down to our knees :P (the day when the three of got caught and deliberately pulled in the spectator :P). We had the "short-cute-teacher" who made our life a lot easy during exams (atleast to an extent) .How could we imagine a world without her? She was the sweetest person ever!<br />
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Then there was a guy, the only friend (in guys) i ever had...someone who always loved pulling my leg,albeit someone who was always a friend in need! He is one talented coder i should say! The "girl from the corner room" was a sweet and short friend who had loads of stories to tell. she was sharing and well mannered and not to forget a very sweet friend! Then comes the "fairest-girl-in-the-lot" the girl who could have you rolling on the floor with her jokes and satire. A good friend again!<br />
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The "travel-mate-girl" , was a fun loving and awesomely confused(now i say awesome here) and extremely talkative girl in who's company you would just not notice all night pass away! Lots of people lots of memories...the girly talks(especially a night before the exams :P), the freakishly awesome "made-up-kitchen-food", hangouts in the canteen and ditch, the craving for attendance, petty fights and lovely patch-ups , sneak outs to the punjabi dabha, the little temple and the funny professors, the birthday parties, the secret talk , playfulness and tonnes and tonnes of stupidity! four years meant a life time!!!!!!<br />
THANK YOU GUYS !! IT WAS AN AWESOME PACKAGE OF MEMORIES !!! WE MADE IT!!!! LOVE U ALL AND MISS U LOADS !!!!! :)<br />
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P.S: This is the first post i did not attach pictures to, though i love colors because my friends have added up all the hues needed! cheers guys!!!!<br />
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A place with an unstoppable influx and exodus of people and money seems like the busiest place. However, the employees at our service don't quite seem the "people at our service". As flushed out as their good mood could get as time passes by, the very reflection of this phenomenon on us is never missed!<br />
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The Manager is a silent cozy man/woman seated in his "disturb-me-as-little-as-possible" cabin at a corner trying to figure out head and tail of the junk on his table! The staff,the people with their own set of individual and variable moods are the ones who worry me at times. I cant quite say if it's the people (who deposit and withdraw the Vitamin M) or the environment around them, but work seems their worst nightmare!! (atleast in most of the banks i have been to ) There's a grumpy person who has an issue with everything. On the flip side,there's also a sober person to whom all customers are apparently routed as he is the one in the good mood for the day or rather to say for the hour :p<br />
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How could someone not mention the oomph of the place....the attender(or peon) ,his name being the MANTRA of the place, people keep chanting his name over and over to get things done be it big or small ! Like it is said " The person with the lowest post is the person of utmost importance! " As agile as the man is , moves around chair to chair meeting the needs of the staff by fetching files or papers or stamps or "stress relieving tea" or even sometimes a smile. He is more or less as i perceive, the "mood enhancing " perky man of the place! <br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> For a world that has always been aware and perplexed by the grim truth, which remained unveiled thus far, there came one great man who girded up his loins to break the silence and bring out the secrets into the lime light</span>! He showed it to the world what it deserved to see.This man is now called a "Narcissist", a"Megalomaniac" and an "Anarchist".I firmly believe the world has to abandon these terms and begin using the positive content of the Lexicon to refer to him. <br />
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He dragged to light the facts about what the Super Powers are in for, how dexterously they have been playing their cards against each other and against other vulnerable countries as well, how dis-functional the administration of some stuck up countries is, and the truth that despite their careless and dominating attitude, how they still kept pointing fingers at others...<br />
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It is all out there, a website that's chasing the "TRUTH", has so far left many major countries in panic! The man had done all it takes to prove to the world that nothing is impossible. Then why blame him? Y call him a Narcissist? Y call him a criminal?<br />
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He is now projected as an Anti-hero ! He is being cursed and opposed, with various governments pulling false drapes onto him in order to cover up for their own misdeeds.Ever since the inception of Wikileaks, a new revolution has virtually begun taking people at the helm on a rol-a-coaster ride!<br />
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For all those who threaten his presence to cover up for their own insecurity, the man and his unstoppable attitude has just one answer- " I have the courage and ability to get things done! U (the authorities) may try to pull me down ..albeit , i shall never give up ! because......."I am JULIAN ASSANGE "and you are not! ".</div>Harikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-38622093319422931842011-09-16T23:40:00.000-07:002011-09-17T11:20:51.331-07:00The Summer Train...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I figured i'll share one of the most obnoxious journey's i have ever been a part of.This nightmarish experience confronted me, when i happened to take a train (the sleeper coach)from</span> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Chennai. I hope i can g</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">o past the part where i explain how disastrously hot </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Chennai is, especially in summer! Seated amidst umpteen people, who seem perky enough to form the "bubble bonds" ( here i try to refer to the very open yet ,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"do i really know u?" conversations that begin and end with the journey!)</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> and the vendors who operate at their peak decibles! As hot as it turned out to be, i raised my head to see the fans that remind me of late Sir Dalhousie's time,i can't help but crosscheck "Are they working or have they gone kaput!?" Trust me, they barely serve any purpose especially when u need them the most!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> As hapless as</span> <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i was, i sat upright and looked around to see the scenario fully fitted with all the worst elements ever possible. That's when criticism had got the better of me...i could not help but curse the people-in-charge(The Railway Authorities). I wondered , "Did they ever know things were this pathetic and peace-pricking? if no, then what do they know? and if yes, then is'nt it high time they wake up and get things fixed!?" The key word is "Transformation" . Any way, all my curses would just go in vain!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I was saved to some extent by a book i had no intention of buying, but somehow managed to buy out of boredom on the platform . That book was a MAGIC BULLET. A deviation that helped me overcome the never ending troubled thoughts on ma mind and the optimum dehydration moving to its peaks . Somehow, i fell asleep and the sad saga had finally ended! That was when i promised maself i would never ever hurt myself this bad ever again!</span><br />
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</a></div> It is almost unbelievable that u have been a part of this colorful country for quite long and never heard of the bustling word "Pani Puri".Pulling down the list from kids to the younger fuel,the responsible citizens and never to forget the "full of wisdom" grands -the pani puri has always been an all time favorite for people of all ages and genres . It a realistic example to the eyebrow raising fact that "Big things come in petit packets".These spicy little delicious mouth watering things can drag you along and make you never wanna leave.Around the corner of the road one can see a "chat bhandar" standing upright like a soldier all set to serve its customers,the person at our service no matter who or what his name could be, being referred to as "bhayya"<brother> is perhaps the one man with the largest count of relatives on this earth!A place to treat your friends,or an adda ,your mini hungry spot or call it whatever! the chat bhandar is an "ever perky" hotspot that could make better profits than many other "looks cool yet all you do is window shopping" malls!Chat Bandars are definitely on the list of those little happy indian places i would brag about !</div>Harikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-4509871533207908132011-04-26T10:19:00.000-07:002011-04-26T10:19:06.465-07:00TALES FROM THE AIRPORT.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.vectorimages.org/09/0920100513100129356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="http://www.vectorimages.org/09/0920100513100129356.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>An Airport has always been a place of fascination to me...primarily because of the myriad of people .."wow now that's colorful", is what i say to myself. The exodus and influx of the massive "hagrid-looking" airplanes is an eye witness of how badly man wanted to fly! The chirping well dressed air hostesses in their best intact outfits look akin colorful and carefree butterflies .Lets ignore the fact that i dreamed being one of them when i grow old (which as a matter of fact is way behind the horizon of reality).The happy greetings of people ,the whole hearted hugs and the "never wanna say goodbye" look in their eyes is worth a zillion . It would take ten other "Octopus Paul's " to predict the ambit of their cheerfulness! The airport to me is a perky place bustling with people of all shapes,sizes,colors and emotions . I grab a couple of cookies from my favorite store "Cookie Man" and get myself comfortable at one corner where i can get an enthralling view of this "never to go low" place.What more could i ask for? I totally love it! and then, comes the announcement , and i have to leave. Dragging myself from the cozy entertaining spot i bid goodbye to one of my favorite places .Well,the point is, every place has a plethora of stories to tell..we are sometimes so busy looking at the world through our own glasses,that we do not pay heed to its real form! all you need to do is let go and open up!</div>Harikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961929655094833903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739306193979855087.post-11727041451826364392011-04-26T05:15:00.000-07:002011-04-26T05:15:19.515-07:00le premier..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Everyone (lets say almost) believes in the so called "first impression " phenomenon. Now, this being my first post, i have this thought of making it very special. So, i kept tossing over multiple issues that i could perhaps write about. and that was when i was reminded why i wanted to blog in the first place! yeah!..SNAP! here comes the answer...to know about this,u have gotto know about the "mysterious me" . i am precisely an expressive person who lives in the arena of thoughts...thoughts of all types and colors jiving all around .. imagination is my source of fun! every little thing that comes my way finds an expression in my mind<the vivid pool of thoughts>. so, this is a way i figured would spur me share my petty stories .keeping it short for now , that's all i have to say defending my urge to attempt blogging. B) catch you later for more....<br />
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