tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22551673926690878612024-03-05T22:33:19.769-08:00Thought LaboratoryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862555429733383090noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255167392669087861.post-81964486338370083972016-05-06T05:57:00.000-07:002016-05-06T05:57:42.731-07:00स्पंदन <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">मेरी दौलत का हिसाब लगाना मुश्किल नहीं,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">नाम लिख दूंगी बस तुम्हारा तो मिल जायेगा.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">मेरी आँखों में चमक क्यों है, जानना हो जिसे</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">जान ले तुमको दो घड़ी वो</span><span style="font-size: large;"> समझ जायेगा.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">चाँद है हमसे खफा,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">देखते अब नहीं हम उसको ख्वाबों में,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">फूल भी ज़िद पर है,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ढूंढते अब नहीं हम खुशबुएं</span><span style="font-size: large;"> गुलाबों में,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">पर हमें डर नहीं </span><span style="font-size: large;">चाँद का या चाँदनी का,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">मेरे घर में तो तेरे साथ निकल आएगा.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">कुछ कदम तुम चले, कुछ कदम हम चले,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">हुआ है दो दिलों का तब ये फासला पूरा,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">कुछ तिनके तुम्हारे, कुछ तिनके हमारे,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">हुआ है सपनों का </span><span style="font-size: large;">तब </span><span style="font-size: large;">ये घोसला पूरा.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">युँ तो बनता है ज़माना हमदर्द मेरा,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">देख लेगा जो मेरी दुनिया तो जल जायेगा.</span></div>
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Imagine us being in the
buffet of life, full of recipes, sweets and savories. Say for
instance, a cheesy toast - soft, warm and delicious just like
mothers, a pizza – delivered in 30 mins when you are in need like
friends, chocolates like love and so on . I am sure if you think
about it, you can actually relate all the people in your life with
some or the other dish or spice. However, sometimes we have to
compromise and give up all the tasty things we love to eat. Have you
ever been on a diet? The reason could be anything, a good figure, a
healthy body or a prescription from the doctor. The reason makes the
journey no less difficult. So, when we have a bowl of raw lettuce,
spinach, cabbage, broccoli in front of us to eat, what do we do? Yes,
you know the answer. You add a pinch of salt.</div>
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Why can't we replicate it
in life? A failure or a breakup, a lost game or a lost path, a failed
exam or a failed venture, when life gives you nothing tasty to
cherish and things seem bland, look around for your PINCH OF SALT.
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Many failures are not as
bad as we think them to be. Some teach us a lot and some test what we
have already learnt. Our attitude plays the most important part as to
how we perceive them. Out of my personal experience I can guarantee,
that if we train our brain to accept the failures and believe in the
brighter side of them, we will never be short of opportunities. Things
would have been much easier if the failures were limited to
examinations and ventures. Unfortunately, that's not the case. The most
common failure that leaves us into pieces is an emotional one. An
emotional failure is the toughest to handle. Deep inside we are
burned and no one can even see the ashes. When we are in love, we
become vulnerable. This vulnerability sometimes costs us everything in
our power.
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When the circumstances
are tough we often get tempted towards the easier path. Giving up is
always easy. However, to hold ourselves is not easy in those minutes
of despair and darkness. Sometimes we just give up because we are
tired of being strong, tired of being the guinea pig of the destiny.
We no longer have the strength to fight and we are angry on
everything around us. We all have been at this place, haven't we?
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At least, I have been at
that place many a times and all I do is to look for my ray of
sunshine, my light of hope, my pinch of salt. Somehow, I find it an
answer to everything in life. HOPE.</div>
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Have you even been to a
UV light show. The artists play with ultraviolet light and
use props to perform mesmerizing acts with brilliant colors. The
most fascinating part of these shows is the team which works together
in utmost synchronization. Like this picture above, we can see just
one or two people on the stage performing like magic, but when the
lights will be switched on it can be a team of may be 10-20 people who made
all this happen. Any entrepreneur can relate to this very easily.
After all, any idea however great needs people to implement it, some
on the stage and some behind the lights synchronizing to their best.</div>
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There is something common
in being an entrepreneur and homemaker, both of these tasks are round the clock 24x7x365, energy draining and thankless.
However, there is something more hectic than both of the above, being
the spouse/partner of an entrepreneur. Success and failure of an
entrepreneur may be dependent on many factors, but his/her growth
depends completely on the partner. When I say growth, I don't mean
growth of the venture but of the individual as an
entrepreneur and person. Any entrepreneurial journey however big or
small is never smooth. It has many ups and downs, many predicted obstacles and many not so predicted pitfalls. All this is managed well,
if you have a supporting partner. This person who plays the most vital role in the life and
business of an entrepreneur, goes through a lot to support them. Here
I wish to address you directly Mr/Ms Entrepreneur and bring into
light the ten major problems your spouses/partner face and come out
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10 ) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Handling the
parents/relatives</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>The elder generation has
always been very conservative about taking risks in life, and
entrepreneurship is all about stepping outside the comfort zone.
Thus, when someone decides to be an entrepreneur leaving a paid job,
it creates thunders in the life of parents, in-laws, relatives etc.
They don't understand as to why they are leaving a comfortable job
for something unstable.<br />
Entrepreneurs keep busy,
so generally these concerned people don't get to talk to you. So all
their questions, complains, astonishment and frustrations are
directed towards the spouse. They have to handle all this with
utmost care, because at the same time they can not afford offending
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9) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Being almost
like a single parent</b></div>
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you have kids, it becomes much more difficult for your spouse to
manage things. They have to take complete care of them and
simultaneously compensate for your absence too. They also make sure
that the kids love and respect you and don't let your busy schedule
come in that way. Although you are there for them, but they handle
things just like single parents do. They don't come up to you with
every thing happening to/for kids.<br />
<b><u><br /></u></b>8) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Managing
the complete social life</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>There
are no Friday nights, Saturday brunches and Sunday dinners in your
life. If it is mandatory to attend some social evening, then your
spouse attends it on your behalf. You think, it is sorted but it is
not. Your spouse has to answer to all the embarrassing questions about
your schedule and smile to satires directed to you for being
extremely busy.<br />
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7) <u><b>Managing
the household/office completely</b></u><br />
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When you both were in
job, you helped her in the household chores. But since you have
chosen a very different life you don't have enough time for
yourself, leave apart doing dishes. The house becomes completely
their responsibility now, anything and everything. In countries like
India, you get house helps, so things are still better but in the
first world countries where there is no such house helps etc, things
are very difficult to manage. Along the complete household, your
partners have to manage their own offices too. Now, you don't have
time to listen about their day or advice them professionally.</div>
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6) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Being a
patient listener and learning your language</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>You are walking a new
way of life and everyday something new happens. Your partner listens
to you very patiently and with almost same excitement. They hear your
stories, about your meetings, prepare with you for your
presentations and do every bit they can to encourage you. They even
learn your business language to make you feel comfortable while
talking to them.<br />
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<b><u><br /></u></b>Being an entrepreneur
may mean months without paychecks at least for few early months.
They are not scared of financial instability. Your spouse manages
everything when it comes to budget. It becomes little difficult
without compromising your life style but they make it happen. The
make very clever cut offs and most of the time the first thing they
cut off is their own expenses.<br />
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4) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Entrepreneurs
are wired differently</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>You are born to be an
entrepreneur, you don't learn to be one. You are wired differently
than many others. You take risk, walk out in rain and sometimes you
can be the most illogical person on the earth. It needs a lot to
work out things with you. Your partner manages whole this mercurial
side of you. They agree, they disagree, get stressed but still are
always by your side.<br />
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3) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">No me time/we
time or any time</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>Since you have been an
entrepreneur, there aren't those lazy Saturday and Sunday mornings.
You have demanding hours at work and they support you in that.
Everything is scheduled and you follow a discipline. Sometimes your
weekends are busier than the week days. You have meeting lined up
and there may have gone weeks without a relaxed interaction with
your spouse/partner. They not only understand your too busy schedule
but also cope up with it.<br />
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2) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Being very
strong emotionally</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>Being your partner is
not easy at all. Handling home, their own office, your office,
friends, relatives, parents and a long list of errands can't be fun.
They take care of everything, so that you can be in peace and focus
completely on your entrepreneurial goals. Once you become an
entrepreneur, there is no turning back. You get busier with each
passing day. You have ups and downs and they stand by your side in
everything. If you fail, they are with you to hear all, 'I told you
so' comments from endless people. They are not scared of public shame
in case you fail. They go through lot emotionally and mentally but
always come across as your strength. Sometimes they have to be much stronger than even you.<br />
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1) <b style="text-decoration: underline;">Keeping the
dreamer alive</b></div>
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<b><u><br /></u>This is the most important and challenging task faced by your partner. </b>Any entrepreneurial
journey goes through a lot. Sometimes you are a success, other times
you fail. But whatever it is, they don't let the dreamer in you die.
They encourage you to leave everything on them and follow your
dream. They believe in your dreams. They are not scared of failure
and don't let you live in any kind of pressure. They don't play an
equally vital role in your success, they play much more important
role than you. They never let you give up. </div>
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I am sitting alone in a
room, thinking about future. I am in pain and despair. Something has
happened and I have to start my life from the scratch. When I say
'from the scratch', I mean it. First of all, I have to learn how to
walk. Yes, there are few unfortunate ones who learn walking more than
once in a life time. My efforts, sweat and blood of years have gone
in-vain. Before this room, I was in another room, with people yet
alone. Since few months I am just changing rooms and roommates but in
same state of mind. I am just thinking, I guess that's all I am able
to do. I laugh a lot and crack jokes about everything possible. I
have no idea why I do so, may be I want to evade from thinking.
Sometimes, I play guitar too. I have always loved to compose new
tunes on it. I go no where without it, no room.</div>
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When I was with people, I
met a variety. When you are on the receiving end of life, you meet
the real of them. They were kind, friendly, positive, negative, mean,
rude and neutral. Some were cruel too. Adversity handpicks the best
and worst people and gives them to you. I too met both kinds. The
worst one to meet were, Mr & Ms. Iamthebest, Mr & Ms.
Oh!SadToHear, Mr & Ms. Don'tLooseHeart, Mr & Ms.
WeAreConcernedRelatives etc, etc. There were many more I can talk
about. However I am sure, many of you must have met them sometimes in
your lives. Life seems to be very particular about making us meet the
real part of people around us. None of us are happy to meet them, but
for me every meeting was taking me further in a darker abyss. They
made me doubt my will, determination, strength and confidence. I
questioned my capabilities and thought about my limitations. To be
honest, I can't say they were wrong about anything they said. It was
me who was struggling to accept the reality. The first step to life,
success or happiness is being completely transparent about your own
reality. I needed a hand to hold and not to push me further.</div>
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It is a hot day. My
fingers are trying to produce a new tune. Since my troop has stepped
on that landmine, I find it hard to focus. Neither that cloud of
blood infused dust has left my mind nor the loud sharp sound has
given my ears any rest. I can hear it even in the softest tunes. My
vacillations make it hard for me to find the right scale and focus on
right notes. Yet I try and manage to come up with a soft delicate
tune. It soothes me, I love it. I save it in my recorder to hum it
later. My moment of self-appreciation is disturbed, Mr. Best has
walked into my room. He is a colleague and my first roommate in the
training academy. He too sings. He borrows my guitar (which I hate)
and plays one of the finest tunes I have ever heard. He claims it to
be his with a proud smile. I wonder about the perfect strokes his
fingers have made on the strings to create these beautiful notes. It
was no doubt the best, almost perfect. I change my mind to share my tune with him. The effort was needless as Mr. Best is hardly
interested. After flaunting it to me he moves further to do the same,
leaving me in emotions I can't describe. I don't love my tune
anymore, I go back to my cloud and boom. I am doubting a talent I am
born with.
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I have changed my room
again, this time the place is mine. While unpacking my stuff, I find
my recorder. I am about to throw it. Ms. Angel enters the room. I
call her this because she is someone who gives me hope. She picks up
that black tiny soul-mate of mine and presses the start button. I look
at her face, her eyes are closed and she seems to be meditating.
After listening to few, she looks at me full of
appreciation. “How do you...?”, she asks me, “Oh! They are
brilliant”. I am feeling something, hot blood is rushing in my
veins. For months, I have not felt anything good so I am not able to decipher the exact emotion. I
share all my work with her, one by one. Every time she seems to be
meditating. After she listens them, I listen them again, struggling
to hear them through her ears. I am sure they are good and I love
them again. People expect a lot less from me, but she never lowers
her bar of expectations. As if nothing ever happened to me, as if
nothing can affect me. It is very hard but it gives me an indomitable
inner strength. To every doubt of mine, she smiles and says, “You
can do anything bro.”</div>
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I read the above page
from my old diary and relive every moment. Time has flown, years have
passed. I still play guitar and compose new tunes, now
professionally. With every day I spent with Ms. Angel, I was learning
to live. I was regaining my lost faith on myself. I was questioning
my limitations and challenging my boundaries. I was learning to be
me, what I was and may be better. She held me tight and unknowingly
brought me to a place where I was ready to face and fight the world
all over again. It's not that I didn't fail again but I never give
up. Ms Angel never left my
side and she never will, after all we have been together since even before we were born. She is my twin sister.
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Failure is one thing I
fear least. This is not because God has gifted me with an attitude to
overcome it, but because when I was lost deep in a vast chasm of
darkness, she pulled me out into light. Or I can say she pulled the
light out of me.
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If you too have a Mr/Ms
Angel in your life, just hold tight and you will be through. It can
be anyone, a sibling, a parent, a friend, a spouse or a partner. Shut
your ears to everyone but them. Some battles are not won alone. </div>
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The world cup is over and
it has definitely given two things to India, a strong cricket team to
look up to and Anushka Sharma to blame. We went crazy and behaved like
sore losers, not new for us but a little different this time. This
year we had something more than grass, pitch, weather or the players
to blame, in fact not just something, a whole 5 feet 9 inches living
girl in flesh and blood. And we left no stone unturned to vent out
our anger at all places we could, from social media to <i>nukkad
panwala</i>. Not only males but females too bashed Anushka Sharma for God
known reasons.
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I am sad that we lost the
cup in spite of the hard work the blue boys did, but I felt sadder
when I happened to look at a photo of Anushka Sharma returning from
Australia on social media. She seemed sad and pale but what pinched
me the most, is that she was looking down as if she too thinks she is
guilty. I have no clue what she could be guilty of, being in a
relationship, or being in a relationship with a man who could not
perform well in his profession, or being in a relationship with a man
who could not perform well in his profession because she was present
there and he got distracted or may be she was playing victim. For a
man like Virat Kohli, with immense talent and caliber, it doesn't
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want to discuss the after thoughts of that photo in such details over
here, but I could not help myself. See, this is what happens to you
when you talk about blame games, you choose a side.</div>
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Coming back to my chain
of thoughts, this incident is just a reflection of the status of
women in our society, once again at our faces the crude truth of
women empowerment. Another form of abuse, when you don't get what you
want, you blame others. In any patriarchal society, man has too big
of an ego that he not only does anything to fake his but also of the
whole male community. The same happened this time, Mr. Kohli was the
one who failed, who lost focus, so if at all anyone has to be blamed
then it should be him, but alas, <span style="color: black;">he
came out much cleaner in comparison to Ms. Sharma.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">There
is a percentage of men and women, who are sick of this nonsense as
any man with logic and any woman with self-respect would be. When
this will fade away, something new will come up. After every few
months a female bashing news is in the air and we learn nothing.</span></div>
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I don't know if the world
would ever end female bashing. <span style="color: black;">Or
if the society will ever give women the status and respect we all
dream. But I wanted to share with all females, girls or women,
married, unmarried or divorced, single or dating, that if you have a
boyfriend, friend, husband, lover or anyone who too blames Anushka
Sharma, be aware, you never know when he will start blaming you for
all/any of his failures. If he can blame someone else for someone
else's failure without any logic, no wonder he may someday feel the
same for you. Seems like a possibility to me and I may be completely wrong, but for sure I want you to think about it.</span></div>
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How your man treat other women is equally important as how he treats you because somewhere down the line his real thoughts about women will reflect in his behavior for you. It is difficult to pretend for years. </div>
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<span style="color: black;">Most
of the time in our relationships we don't understand the fine line
between a fight and an insult, a disappointment and a blame. We
justify to ourselves the behavior of our loved ones even before they
justify it. </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">How
we react to failures and disappointments reflects our true self. We
tend to say all sort of things when we are angry and then may
apologize but the fact is that we vent out our true feelings when we
are angry. Anger doesn't let us sugarcoat our words. What we think
for one, we can think same for others too. I don't want you to be
over sensitive about every word your partner says, but yes you should
watch out for repetitions. It's a real thin line so setting boundaries
will help and expressing those boundaries will help more.</span></div>
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is the most important aspect of any relationship. Especially in love
and marriage, where two people are with each other because of their
feelings. May be your man is the best you think, talks politely to
all, respects women and seems nice, but never let him cross the line
of your self-respect at any cost. Don't think that you are loving or
respecting your partner by allowing him to disrespect you.</span></div>
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you are not sure about his take on women empowerment or you wish to
confirm it, this small episode can give you a fair insight of what he
actually thinks about women, equality and the blame game. On a
lighter side, it can be the best question you can ask on your first
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‘Contentment’,
something that is found, lost, discussed, pondered and defined by
many. Scholars, philosophers, intellectuals, God-men, all have tried
to know this unknown state of human mind. It’s difficult to define,
as while walking on the road to decipher contentment several other
questions cross our path, like, meaning of life, goals of life, aim
of existence etc. These questions are not only complex because they
make you think and rethink your thoughts, actions and reactions but
also because there are no right answers. Every answer has its own
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My understanding about
contentment is same as its dictionary definition, that is, a state of
happiness and satisfaction, however, I think that many of us
including me misunderstand contentment as the state of being happy
with less. Often we use ‘contentment’ to describe being happy
with the present state of life, living in less or living with
something which is not considered success in social terms. Have you
ever heard someone saying that a rich man is content? He may be, just
because he has lot of money and wants to earn more, does not make him
any less content. Or does it? Why only simple living does leads to
contentment?
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When I look around, the
definition that society (Indian society in which I grew) gives to me
of ‘contentment’ is very different. I don’t know what it has
to do with satisfaction or happiness but yes, absence of ambition to
progress or not trying for lavishness is contentment by social
standards. That’s what I have perceived from observing social
interactions about contentment.
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Lately, I have
experienced a new sense of contentment, perhaps a new sub-
definition. Contentment may be being happy with your present state of
life but for sure it should not be misinterpreted as the passive
state of mind. If I have ambitions to grow in my career, or to earn
more money, buy a condo or a Ferrari, wear branded stuff and dine in
Michelin’s, then to be content, all I have to do is to put efforts
to make my dreams come true. If I am satisfied with my efforts then I
am as content as a sage. You may feel this as an exaggeration, but,
trust me it’s not. Different paths don’t mean difference in the
feeling of contentment. A 10 mile run for a marathon runner or 10
steps for an amputee, is progress and contentment. Ambitions and
contentment can go hand in hand. Anyone can be happy and unsatisfied
at the same time or sad and satisfied. For a person like me, if I
don’t have something to look forward too, I am not content. I love
the struggle and somehow make myself always available for one. I am
happy when I am striving, that makes me feel living. I am only
content when I am challenging myself or else I feel drained.
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When happiness joins
satisfaction, it becomes contentment, but again, this satisfaction
may not necessarily define what you already have. A day well spent
according to your personal standards can give you a content sleep.
Happiness should not be our end goal, happiness should be the
journey. And contentment should be related to happiness and not to
satisfaction. You don’t have to define your contentment or try to
be content. It will come to you. You don't have to sit on the river
side in utmost silence or go to serene mountains to feel the cool
breeze touch your face, to find meaning in life or feel content. Your
piece of contentment can be kept in the corner of a disco as you love
to dance. Don't go by any stereotype law of contentment, find yours.
After so many years, today, while writing this article, I have
understood the meaning of journey and destination and the real
meaning of,</div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i> कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते</i></span></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><i>
</i></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i>मा</i></span></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><i>
</i></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i>फलेषु</i></span></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><i>
</i></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i>कदाचन।</i></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #444444;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i> मा</i></span></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><i>
</i></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i>कर्मफलहेतुर्भूर्मा</i></span></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><i>
</i></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i>ते</i></span></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><i>
</i></span><span style="color: #444444; line-height: 0.63cm;"><span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"><i>सङ्गोऽस्त्वकर्मणि॥</i></span></span></div>
</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">(You can control the efforts but not the
results, but if you will start defining your efforts with results,
you will never enjoy the journey of efforts.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">It is all about efforts. Your honesty
towards your efforts brings contentment and nothing else can. In my
words, I want to say,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">“</span><span style="color: #444444;"><i><b>If results make you rethink about your efforts, perhaps the results are right.</b></i></span><span style="color: #444444;">”</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862555429733383090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255167392669087861.post-17804772487420689042015-01-12T13:01:00.000-08:002015-01-12T13:01:20.869-08:005 Side-effects of having Good Friends<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Love, Fear and Hatred are the three
basic emotions of life. Everything we think or do revolve around
these three. And Love being the brightest, makes us strong, optimist
and hopeful. It has no boundaries and it can make your world go
round. The very feeling of having an unconditional love in our life
fills us with an indomitable confidence that we can achieve anything.
It’s the magic for which we all wait to happen in our lives. And
when it happens, our life changes for ever. Love enters into our
lives in many forms. Emotions, situations, decisions keep changing
but if the foundation is love, the equation never changes.
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Among all the kind of love we
experience, I think the love we share with a friend is the most
special. A friend is a gift we choose for ourselves. They make our
life easier, spicy, light and comfortable. Sometimes when we have
given up they push us beyond our own limits. Our partner in crimes,
we can be true to them, just say our feelings in utmost raw form and
still have the freedom of not being judged. They stand with us in
thick and thin.
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This friend can be anyone, a sibling, a
parent, a partner or a complete stranger. In most of the cases our
friends are the complete strangers we meet one day and become
inseparable over a period of time. Yes, it looks quite weird and
miraculous, that someday we meet a stranger, chat a bit for any
reason and end up having a whole home in a person. However, today I
am not here to talk about the fairy tale of friendship that we all
know, but the disadvantages of having very good friends.</div>
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<b>You become less tolerant</b></div>
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This is absolutely
true. Being with your buddies slips you in your most comfortable zone
and ends up making you less tolerant with people in general. A good
friend understands you without you saying a word and you start
expecting that with lot of people. Even when you are far from your
friend or like not talked to them for long, you feel complete with
their presence and so your attention span to other people really
narrows down. </div>
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<b>It becomes difficult to make new
friends</b></div>
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You develop a
frequency and a particular taste and then it becomes nearly
impossible to find people with same frequency. So the chances for you
to make new friends at later juncture of life becomes very difficult.
Unknowingly we compare the new people we meet with our friends and
end up losing these new ones. Sometimes we know we are wrong but just
can't help it.</div>
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<b>You always miss them</b></div>
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Missing them
becomes a habit. You don't talk to them everyday, you don't tell them
everything that is happening to you or you also may not meet them for
years but you miss them always. Wherever you go, you miss them. In
office, in parties or simply the nothing doing days, you always miss
them a bit somewhere deep in your heart. You are amid lot of people
you enjoy being with but nothing is complete without them.
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<b>You need them to push you</b></div>
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We all go through
a less cheerful phase in life where we need something extra. We know
what we want but we just can’t pull ourselves up to work for it. It
could be anything, a job change, a new diploma, getting fit, pursuing
your hobby, whatever it may be you need your friend to push you to do
it. You need them to curse you, scold you and make you do things for
yourself.</div>
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<b>You feel just alone</b></div>
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In today’s world
where we live in different parts of the globe, you just feel alone
without them by your side. You buy whatever but without friends to
show it off, it feels something is not right. You move on with your
life, talking with your friends over phone or texts but nothing can
replace their presence.
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Whatever it may be, a true friend is
worth everything. <b>It's priceless!</b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862555429733383090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255167392669087861.post-84853745424857546932014-05-19T01:15:00.002-07:002014-05-19T01:22:25.238-07:00Our Ironical Passion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The unfortunate
incident happened in Chibok on April 14</span><sup style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">th</sup><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">, 2014 has turned the lives
of its residents into a living nightmare. Their daughters were abducted from
the school by the Islamic Jihadist organisation </span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Boko Haram</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">. All because these girls went to school and Boko Haram
believes western education is a sin. It has disturbed all of us. It’s been
weeks and we have no clue about the girls. The kidnapping in itself is dreadful
but there is something more heinous, the proud announcement of the man behind
this. Abubakar Shekau, the leader of this group released a video message
saying, “</span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I abducted your girls. I will sell them in the market, by
Allah. There is a market for selling humans. Allah says I should sell. He
commands me to sell. I will sell women..</span></i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">" [1] In the video stated he said all this with a sly
smile. It makes my blood go chill. What’s haunting me the most is, “<b><i>I
will sell women.</i></b>”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">All these 250-300 girls, among whom few are as young as 8-9 will be
thrown in sex-trafficking forcefully striping off their dignity and self-worth.
Girls no matter what age become the victims. They are abducted, threatened,
befooled and sometimes even sold by their own parents or relatives. Poverty
becomes the catalyst of such trade.
Sometimes parents sell their daughters to brothels for money or they are
sold as brides to repay their debts. In this dark market children and women are
reduced to be mere objects of sexual fetishes of perverts. The kind of torture women
go through if they refuse is heinous. On March 23<sup>rd</sup>, 2014 in
Bhiwandi, Maharashtra, a woman’s breasts were chopped off by the pimp for
opposing [2]. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">All this is uncomfortable. Our blood boils and bile rises to our throats
but we don’t know what to do. While reading about the Nigerian incident I came
across a hashtag on twitter <i>Real Men Don’t
Buy Girls</i>. I am confused who are these ‘real men’. When I look the stats
for rapes or prostitution, it seems these ‘real men’ are few and also the
involvement of women in trafficking or trading can’t be ignored. However, my
mind is baffled that the kind of cruelty victims suffer, are the culprits even
human. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">While researching deep about sex-trafficking, I found that the sex
traffickers have made the online pornography a tool of power and control by
abusing, blackmailing and raping their victims.
Pornography sounds so familiar. For most of us pornographic sites have
become a regular stopover either out of curiosity, habit or addiction. </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s is like junk food. Most of us
know it’s not good but we find hard living without it. The social acceptance
has gone to an extent where a porn actress is working in main stream cinema of
a society as conservative as India. Most of us think that Prostitution and sex
trafficking are closely related, however, have we ever given a thought over the
correlation between pornography industry and flesh trading? I don’t know if we
can get those ‘real’ men stop from buying girls or not, however there is
something which we can surely do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There
was a Tedx talk by Ran Gavirelli [3] about not watching pornography. While I
read the comments below it I found most of them justifying watching it. I am
not sure whom they were justifying, the speaker or themselves. Here are the myths
or excuses through which we attempt to justify pornography. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></b><!--[endif]--><b><span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We watch porn
because it is available.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This is the most common one. We know that we watch porn
because it is already there on internet; it’s already been uploaded for all. It
is not created because we want to see it. We watch it or not it will be there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Well, this is true but there is something we don’t know or
maybe we know and chose to ignore. We have created a demand for internet pornography
by making it a habit. As a newbie we watch whatever is available but as we
proceed our fancies are kicked and we end up spending hours on such sites. We
browse categories and search for new videos. With every download we create a
demand and then supply has to be there. It became one of the most booming industries
because we are not satisfied with what we saw once; we are salves of our habit
or addiction. So, it may be true that we start watching it because it’s already
uploaded on internet but as we watch it often, we unknowingly encourage the
industry. The high demand for pornography has created an even more violent
environment for victims of sex trafficking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and actress have chosen the industry<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pornography is a huge industry, it has lot of money. A very
popular myth floats that girls abroad are in the profession by their choice.
Sex is not considered as a taboo in English and American countries so people chose
it as an easy way to earn money. No one is being forced to choose this as a
profession. I agree some may have chosen the industry but most of them are
forced. Unlike Sunny Leone who has glamorised the industry for Indians most of
them have terrible life. On average 66% of porn performers have herpes,
and 7% of porn performers have HIV. Ex-porn star Tanya Burleson says men
and women in pornography do drugs because <i>“they
can’t deal with the way they’re being treated</i>” in the industry [4].<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So let us all get this fact straight that the kind of life
they have or the cruelty most of them have faced is miserable. Just because
people come from a liberal society does not necessary mean that they are happy
to live without dignity. While of course not all women involved in pornography
are subject to abuse, the number of those women who are exploited continues to
grow without our knowledge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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fun<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For sure it seems to be harmless, but is it really as harmless
as it seems. I will address this myth from four perspectives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After <span style="background: white;">reading the facts above, we must have understood by
now the harmlessness of the industry. Trust me if you will search for the stats
you will come to know about the brutal and barbaric facts about ‘pornography’
as an industry. To women what it does is well described by MacKinnon in her
book ‘Women’s Lives, Men’s Laws’, “Women in pornography are bound, battered,
tortured, harassed, raped, and sometimes killed; or, in the glossy men’s
entertainment magazines, “merely” humiliated, molested, objectified, and used.
In all pornography, women are prostituted. This is done because it means sexual
pleasure to pornography’s consumers and profits to its providers, largely
organized crime”. Many children, girls and women are kidnapped and sold.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pornography triggers the quench of sexual gratification. People
want to replicate the pleasure in real life. India being a conservative country
doesn’t give many options to explore, so either they visit a prostitute or try
to indulge with females they know. It affects all sections and class of
society. Casting Couch, Exploitation at Work, Extramarital Affairs, Exploitation
of Children etc. are few consequences of the unsatiated libido prompted by such
videos. Well, maybe it’s not responsible for most of the crimes against women
but we can’t ignore its effect on the social psychology. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It is hard to believe but it’s true. Even we as individual
are getting affected by it. Pornography triggers a neurotransmitter ‘dopamine’
which is responsible for sexual gratification. When the dopamine hit is often,
it gets entangled with the brain making it very difficult for you to be
satisfied in real life. This dearth of satisfaction sometimes leads to crime
against women, visiting a prostitute or extra marital affair. If no such option
is at hand due to any social or moral barrier people most commonly resort to
the online virtual pleasure and so it becomes a vicious cycle. So the common
myth that watching porn spices up the sex life, is all false, it actually makes
it difficult.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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CHILDREN<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This is something which can’t be overlooked at any cost. It’s
a dangerous threat spreading across the world with every passing moment. UNICEF
in one of its report stated, “<i>Cases of
human trafficking have been reported in all 50 U.S. States; anyone can be
trafficked regardless of race, class, education, gender, age, or citizenship
when forcefully coerced or enticed by false promises</i>”[5]. Approximately</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <b>300,000</b> <span style="background: white;">children are at risk of being prostituted in the
United States [6].</span> In India it’s even worse, there are no national or
regional estimates for the number of children trafficked every year. But 40% of
prostitutes are children, and there is a growing demand for young girls in the
industry [7].</span> There are two dreadful phases on it, <b>as victims and predators</b>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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happening with the victims of Chibok has shown a dramatic increase since few
years. The cases of child abuse are simply going up not only in the Red Light
world but also in our daily life. No one can claim to be safe. In 95% of cases,
the sexual abuse offender is known to the child; that is they are a relative or
trusted friend. Only 5% of child sexual assault cases are ‘stranger danger’ [8].
We all are matured enough to understand the correlation. Pornography increases
the curiosity of a person to such an extent that may be people can go to any
extent to experience it. Any child is a prey to some pervert (known and stranger)
and kidnappers who would sell them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have access to pornography these days. It makes them curious and kind of
addicted to it. As they are not mature enough to understand the complications
of it, they simply understand it as pleasure and try to replicate in real life.
Habitual of seeing women as object of sex and abuse through those videos, they
can’t respect women. A study by the Crimes Against Children Research Centre at
the University of New Hampshire states in one of its reports that Juveniles are
36% of all sex offenders who victimize children [6]. There are more stats on
the internet about the kind of brutality juvenile sex offenders show towards
their victims which will shake your soul.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.399999618530273px; text-indent: -18pt;">When the whole world talks about human and sex trafficking with rage it gives us a hope that may be some day my sister, friend, wife or daughter will feel safe. It also makes me as a woman feel safer. Ironically at the same time, pornography is tolerated, accepted, openly defended, and even celebrated. Every time we watch pornography, some girl somewhere across the globe is paying for it. A famous saying goes, “</span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.399999618530273px; text-indent: -18pt;">There's no such thing as free lunch</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.399999618530273px; text-indent: -18pt;">”, and it’s just that you think you are not paying for it today but,</span></div>
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Indeed, most of us won’t be comfortable sharing it, however, trust me that
perhaps is the least we can do if we stand against human trafficking.</span></div>
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With every tick of the clock the
excitement is rising. The great grand fat elections in India for 2014 are about
to wrap up with results I hope will help the nation grow. People are happy and
sad for their own reasons and affections to different political candidates or
parties. However, I am happy for a different reason; this is the first time I
have seen Indian youth to stand for their convictions. If we talk about the
three major parties BJP, AAP and Congress, the kind of youth support BJP and
AAP are enjoying is phenomenal. Varanasi has witnessed it all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Looking beyond these elections, I
think this is the beginning of an era in India. It’s not about the elections or
who won and who lost, but about the kind of participation Indian youth has
shown. I am amazed to see the youth fighting for the candidate they believe in.
Youth who are not associated officially to any political party took all the
pains to aware people and vote wisely. Hundreds and thousands of BJP and AAP
supporters from all over the world swamped Varanasi to talk about what they
feel. <o:p></o:p></div>
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India you already won when young
boys and girls took leave from their offices and traveled from distances to
give a message to vote wisely. It hardly matters they stood for BJP or AAP or
Congress, what matters is that they stood for a bright India. <o:p></o:p></div>
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India you already won when people
with no vested interests and just for you stood together and supported their
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India you already won because
they not only care for you but also can go to any extent to ensure you get the
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India you already won when they
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If we continue standing like this
for our convictions for our country above our vested interests, ‘<i>Achche din</i>’
will never fade away irrespective of who wins or who loses. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862555429733383090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255167392669087861.post-80542046779059784532014-05-05T10:56:00.000-07:002014-05-05T10:56:01.768-07:00Coming back to life!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Things have moved fast for the whole world since March 08th, 2014. India is busy with the on-going elections. The world is eagerly waiting to know what enfolds in the future for this country. But, there are a set of people in the world for whom the clock is ticking for sure but the time is at still. These are the families of the people who boarded the unfortunate Malaysian flight 370. It flew towards its destination but lost all its contact to the ground within less than an hour after its take-off. The aircraft was carrying 12 Malaysian crew members and 227 passengers from 14 nations.<br />
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That day not only these 239 people went missing, but with them went missing the smiles and lives of all near and dear ones of them. Since then their life has never been the same. The families have spent hours and days in the assistance centers in hope of a miracle. All they want is some news - good or bad. After extensive search of nearly two months, conducted by all the super powers of the world nothing could be found. With every passing day the despair ascends. They don’t know what happened to their loved ones. Evidences tell them their wait is futile but they are still waiting.<br />
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Last week exacerbated their woes. The airlines announced that they are closing the assistance center at Hotel Lido, Beijing on May 2nd and all other centers on May 7th. They want the families to go back home. The Deputy Foreign Minister of Malaysia advised and requested the families to “accept reality”. People are scared to go back home. Some may live in remote areas with no Internet access, they are not sure if they will miss something important. Some are scared what if they return and the governments cease the search but what is scaring them the most is to resume lives without their loved ones. Will they be able to do that? At every phone ring they will pray, with every knock they will pray, with every news flash they will pray. Their hope won’t let them sleep and their thoughts will make them miserable when they are awake.<br />
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Some have gathered the courage to accept the reality. On last Sunday, May 4th, 2014, the first funeral of this mishap was held. Friends and families of two Australian citizens, Mr. Rodney Burrows and Mrs. Mary Burrows gathered all their courage to do this. However, most of the families are yet to come to terms with it. They are still struggling to face it. They don’t know where to restart from and some of them don’t even want to restart.<br />
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Let us all pray to dear Lord to give the families the courage to bear this irreplaceable loss. Every time I read some article or hear some news about the mishap or even while I am writing this down, I am not able to think what’s more cruel – living with the truth of losing someone or dying daily in the hope that he/she may return someday.<br />
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my friends are making it happen. My two close and old friends live near
to my house. We went to the same school where they fell in love and married after
10 years of courtship. I am referring them as Veena and Ashish as they don't
want their names to be public. Often on weekends we hang out together for
dinners, go clubbing or hit pubs, but an email changed our way of
life. We got a school reunion invitation scheduled on a Saturday
after two weeks. Veena and I got very excited at the thought of meeting our old
friends and also because it was time to shop.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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our shopping spree. While we were discussing it I noticed that Ashish is a bit
worried about something. I nudged Veena, she was clueless.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">“Ashish, what happened? Is something
bothering you?”</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">“No yaar, just that I am not
interested in your shopping”, irritation was evident. We did not buy his reason
and after minutes of persuasion he yelled, “I don't want to go to any such
reunion. People will laugh at me”. He pointed to his pot belly.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">We both chuckled quietly. This
concern was not new. Ashish never liked his chubby cheeks and pot belly. This weight
made him introvert. He won't shop with friends, he won't get his photographs </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">clicked but the worst was he felt a lot inferior when ever he met any guy who is any slimmer to him. He has shown his anguish over his weight several times before but
never did much. He made exercise regimes and diet charts but they all went to
trash within a day or two. So we don't take his weight issues seriously.
However, we did not realise that for him stakes were high this time. In school
and college, Ashish was the handsome hunk. From last 4-5 years he has put on
oodles of weight without bothering much. With a roly-poly body, he was not happy to meet the same guys who
envied him for his looks and the same girls who fell for him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">“Oh come-on! It’s OK. Don't start it
again. Just come with us to buy a new jacket. The old ones won’t fit you
anymore”, Veena uttered all this while making the shopping list.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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You guys carry on”, Ashish was really upset.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Veena, “I think he won't come. I have never seen him so nervous”.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">“No, he will forget about it in the
morning. And most importantly nothing much can be done in 10 days”. We dined
and they left.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was Veena in a lazy voice. She told me that Ashish woke up early and went for
jogging. “What? I told you it’s different this time”, I blabbered as I
yawned.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">A new day started and went as usual
for all of us except Ashish. Around 4:00 PM, Veena texted me
that she is leaving early as Ashish has reached home and have severe pain in
his legs. Ashish couldn't go to office the next day too, he did some extreme
running due to which his muscles swelled up. After my office I went to his
place to meet him. He opened the door, he was limping. He looked tired and
disappointed. Veena and I were talking but he was not speaking at all. Just to
make him smile I said, “Hope your leg gets better or else with whom will I
dance at the reunion”. He smiled sadly but said nothing.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“He has gone mad. He is mulishly
harping that he will only go to the reunion wearing his blue jacket that I
bought him last Diwali”, Veena said angrily and then stared him, “Why
don't you understand Ashish, it no longer fits you. To be in that jacket you'll have to loose at least 5-6 </span>kg<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">”.</span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">“I will lose, but I will only go to the
reunion wearing that jacket”, Ashish was stubborn. It was clear that Ashish has
gone steps farther than his routine weight concerns. This time he has taken it
as a challenge to his will, determination and stamina. He will
go to any extent to achieve it. Unfortunately, if he fails he will lose
his self-confidence terribly and may get into an abyss of low esteem. This was
a dangerous. To give him some hope I said, “Why don't you try <a href="http://www.gmdietworks.com/" target="_blank">GM diet</a>? It
works. You will lose 4-5 </span>Kg<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"> in a week.”</span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">Ashish smiled, we could see his eyes
brimming with hope. For the next one week he was on the diet following it
without any fail. The effect was visible and so was the confidence of Ashish.
But we were still scared about the jacket. We were not sure if the diet will
help him loose so much as to fit it the jacket. Veena and I were happy but the 'jacket' thing was killing us.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The day arrived when there was no
escape to the moment of truth. Ashish was very excited; people at his work,
friends, all have been complementing him for his weight loss. He was sure he
will get into the jacket but the weighing machine was a little rebel. He lost
around 4 </span>Kg<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"> in a week, a big achievement in the diary of weight losers but was less to deal with the jacket. We were waiting for him to come out of the
room. The door opened with a thud and I was shocked. The jacket not only fit him but also gave him enough room to dance. We screamed in
happiness. Ashish was glowing with confidence. I had never seen him this
happy since long. His eyes were proud, victorious and joyful.</span></div>
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with excitement. He was laughing, cracking jokes,
living old memories to full. He was no more ashamed of his weight. Veena
too was very happy; she knew how crucial it is for Ashish to wear this
jacket. She knew that if Ashish would have failed to lose weight he would have
failed himself. His efforts were well paid.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">While he was dancing madly to the
tunes of <i>'Tamanche pe disco'</i>, I said
to Veena, “To be honest, I never thought Ashish would make it. It's
a pleasant miracle. He lost so much, WOW”. Veena sipping her Vodka
with Coconut water replied to me, “A good wife is who supports her husband
in everything, but a GREAT wife covertly replaces the old jacket with
a bigger size one when no one is watching.”</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">I was stunned, unable to say anything
or even to react. She winked at me and went to join Ashish on the dance
floor. It was divine to see them dancing in love. Ashish was
enjoying his triumph over himself. This reunion made him reunite
with his life.</span></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862555429733383090noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255167392669087861.post-69498438735391052712014-04-22T09:51:00.000-07:002014-04-22T09:51:49.185-07:00The Knotty Butterflies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: left;">These butterflies are
inevitable. They can be suppressed at times but can’t be avoided.
We try to fool ourselves by focusing on all the bright and good
things waiting for us, but time and again they pop up making us
uncomfortable. They have nothing to do with our soul mates or
partners. We may be marrying someone chosen by our parents or may be
marrying our love, these butterflies are certain. They come up with
hundred unknown, undefined fears and leave us sleepless. We try to
share it with our friends and cousins but hear the same line which
does not comforts us at all, “Oh! This happens. It happened with me
too.” We feel clueless and then console ourselves thinking these
butterflies will go with time. And yes, they go.</span></div>
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After talking to all my
friends who felt these butterflies and analyzing my own fears, I
tried to wrap them in words. Here are as I think our two biggest
fears about tying a knot.</div>
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<b>2) We dread being ALONE</b></div>
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Yes, you may disagree at
the first look but it’s true. Among those unscripted fears, one is
fear of being alone for the rest of our life. We may say that this
has not crept our mind even once. How can we be alone? Marriage gives
us a life partner. But, being alone may not necessarily mean absence
of someone in-person, it refers to absence of someone compatible to
talk your heart out. There are many aspects of us which we abstain
from showing to anyone. Some things are so personal that no one can
play a confidante - neither family nor friends. We feel a hundred
things but are scared of being judged. The judgment is worse when it
comes from the spouse. Lifelong we have been waiting for this one
person who will understand us completely but our heart skips a beat
by even thinking of a scenario when that one person is not able to
understand us. What if there are misunderstandings? What if our
silence is overlooked? What if our words are misread? These questions
sound familiar, right?</div>
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<b>1) We wish to be LOVED
FOREVER</b></div>
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This is a funny desire
which fills our mind with a lot of confusion, often makes us
irrational and forces us to do things which we won't consider
otherwise. A marriage is something which we wish to cherish till our
last breath. There is no turning back, especially in a country like
India, where a broken marriage fetches no respect. We wish the love
to last forever. Even the thought of not being loved and cared for
disturbs us deep down. The feedback from people who have been in a
marriage for years are often disappointing. They tell us that this
love will fade with responsibilities and we are petrified to even
picture it for us.
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Bottom line remains the
same, <b>VULNERABILITY MAKES US ANXIOUS.</b></div>
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But I think there is a
scarier situation which Gregory David Roberts has described in his
novel , <i>Shantaram</i>, <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">'</span></span><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><b>At
first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the
loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread instead
is that we won't stop loving them, even after they are dead and
gone.'</b></span></span></span><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b>
</b></span></span></span>Sometimes we change ourselves so that
we are loved more. It starts with very small compromises which are
easy but can take an ugly turn later. We sometimes just want to be
perfect. We don’t give the other person a chance to love us for
what we are, we just try to blend. Unfortunately there is nothing
known as blending when it comes to human emotions. We don’t blend,
we change, often deliberately.</div>
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Then a day comes when we
miss ourselves. Although we are equally to be blamed for the
situations, but we give ourselves the shelter of being madly in love
and fire all the arrows to the other side. We start hating them for
something they are not completely responsible for.
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Things happen to us when
we let them happen. Let us not forget that the person with whom we
are spending our life loved us for our qualities. I think it’s
unfair when we try to be perfect and refrain the other person to love
us as we are.
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<i>This phenomenon has happened to most of us. It makes you feel pain, agony, and sometimes even independence. After being taboo for years, it has gained some social acceptance. However, they bring with them a roller coaster ride of emotions and many lessons to teach you life.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A beautiful, docile
Indian girl was celebrating her pre wedding ceremonies. She was getting married
to her love and this added more blush to her fair red cheeks. She thinks, she
couldn’t be luckier but suddenly when her lover cum fiancé discards her for not
being modern enough, her beautiful castle breaks with a thud. She felt
devastated, dejected and dead. But, she decides to bounce back. Don’t know,
how, when, why and what made her go beyond herself. A girl, who went to her
first date accompanied by her younger brother, decides to go her pre planned
foreign honeymoon alone. There she finds her own self, her independence beyond
culture, sex and money. She comes back
to India, meets her fiancé, makes him an ‘ex’, and thanks him for rejecting
her. This story sounds familiar, right! Yes, it’s the story of blockbuster Bollywood
movie, “Queen”, starred by beautiful Kangana Ranaut. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Let’s look at another,
blockbuster, super- duper hit Bollywood flick. I always find myself in dearth
of adjectives when I talk about this one. A bubbly, adventurous, extrovert girl
meet a guy in train and after a series of adventures they become friends. This lady,
who is already in love, elopes for her Mr. Perfect in assurance of true love.
Her life comes to a shocking juncture when her Mr. Perfect refuses to stand
beside her. She loses her faith in everything and reverts to a shell, torturing
herself for her mistakes. Later when her Mr. Perfect too returns to her, she
chooses her friend to be her soul mate. She thanks Mr. Perfect for dumping her
as only then she could realise what she really wants for her life. No guesses
required, it’s the plot of very famous “Jab we met”, starred by sensuous
Kareena Kapoor Khan and handsome Shahid Kapoor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By now I am sure you
have understood my focus. I don’t want to be gender biased. Here is another
movie plot, which will make you go back to some memory lane for sure. A guy
joins army but elopes from there as he was not able to cope up to the difficult
army training. He comes back to his house and meets his girlfriend. His
girlfriend, however, got too offended by his decision to quit and breaks up the
relationship stating her logical fear of not being able to trust him anymore.
He feels shattered, but goes back and finally achieves what he decided for
himself. Later, in a scene he thanks her, for making him what he is. It’s
“Lakshya”, starred by our green eyed hunk, Hrithik Roshan & charming Preity
Zinta.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I strongly believe that
these movies which we have seen countless times, teach us the most important
lessons of our lives-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to commit.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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most importantly,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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appreciate our past rather than blaming it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I have noticed a weird
fact; the word ‘past’ in itself has become a sign of failure. When successful
people talk about their past, they say, “Looking back...” Whereas when we talk
about someone who is struggling at any unwanted juncture, he/she is termed to
have a ‘past’. I think we have forgotten the literal meaning of the term ‘past’
and using it in the contextual senses. I have never understood the logic of
this one phrase, “We all have a past”, and obviously anything existing has a
past. Even my flower pot has a past, earlier it was in my living room, now it is
in my balcony. Now does this information qualify for being past or I have to
make it dirty/scary. One kind of ‘past’
which has always ignited curiosity, hatred, opportunity and sympathy of others
in you is your broken relationships. People may not find your opinions
interesting, but for sure they are eager to know your opinions about your ex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Most of us have been
through broken relationships and it’s no longer a taboo. Sometimes we get ‘dumped’
and some other times we ‘dump’ people. This word is again a mess, have any one
of us has seen where this dumping ground is? Whatever the case remains, we
gradually learn to deal with it. Few are strong, few are not. Few choose to
move, few cling back. The later ones often end up avoiding and ignoring people,
place and things that are related to their past relationships. Almost all of us
are hurt and we resort ourselves to different ways to bounce back. For most of
us it’s a bad and sad thing to happen. Well, I have a different take on this, I
agree that breakups are sad, but they may not necessarily be bad. May be we
just have to look outside the window for the rainbow. In a relationship we tend
to forget, our own relationship with us. We give up our own importance and
that’s where we make our biggest mistake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A broken relationship
gives us time to introspect, to revise ourselves, and to rethink our expectations
and aspirations. During the course of a relationship, we change with time and
situations but sometimes we even don’t know it. Suppose you went in a
relationship while in college and then you started working, your personality
will change a lot with reference to your new office, colleagues or profile of
work. But you may fail to notice these changes as you still live in the
wonderland of love. When we have to come out of the wonderland, instead of
going to some other fantasy world, we can choose to wait and retrospect about
our changes, good or bad, and decide what and how to improve. Another very
important aspect we can rethink is our assumed reservations about us and
others. It gives us a chance to love ourselves for no reason and ponder about our
individuality. It gives us a chance to be sure of what we want from our life,
our partner, ourselves and what we surely don’t want. Isn’t that something
refreshing? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Like any other
experience, our relationships too teach us a lot if we want to learn the best
out of them. We learn to adjust, we mellow down, we learn to respect other
people’s space, we feel more empathetic, we become more expressive and sometimes
we even learn to value people who are not related to us. If we think deep, we
will find that each relationship, broken or not, one or two, have made us a
better person, if we have allowed it to do so. It’s not the relationship that
decides our actions-reactions, in case it does not continue. Rather it’s us to
decide what we will churn out of us from it. If we choose to be us, no
relationship can be bad. We learn from every other mistake, so why can’t we
learn from our relationship mistakes. Why we deliberately burden our souls with
the guilt and choose not to forgive others, well, sometimes even us. Why we forget
that the purpose of life is more than anything broken and love is to stand
again rather than to fall. Is it not an insult to the almighty who gave you all
reasons to live happy and content?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There is a set of
scarier people though. They play safe and are afraid to commit mistakes. They
don’t want to be hurt, they don’t want to be cheated, and they don’t want their
hearts to bleed or eyes to wet their pillows. This is worst you can give back
to life because anyway you are not living. Life is to experience love, care,
friendship, pain, thrill, agony and all other emotions. Live your own set of
mistakes and create your own blunders. Just one golden rule to follow:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Learn
your lessons on time.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<i>A lady woke up in her bedroom only to find herself surrounded by four weird strangers...</i></div>
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I opened my eyes and
found four weird strangers in my room. My heart almost skipped a beat
finding them so close to my bed. Who are they? How did they enter my
room? What do they want? etc. were a few of the hundred questions
that crossed my mind within seconds. I screamed and hopped out of my
bed trying to maintain a safe distance from them. However, they did
not react to anything I did and continued doing some strange
activities. I was scared to death.</div>
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“Wh..whoo are you?”,
I stammered in my fear sucked voice.</div>
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No response. This made me
all the more skeptical about them. I started looking for my phone to
call anyone for help. Alas! I keep it under my pillow which is placed
next to these strangers. They were not moving at all, not even an
inch. I was not able to guess their intentions, what they would do if
I move. Amid this muddle, I looked closely at them to find the
weakest link.</div>
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The first one was dressed
in a green jumpsuit. He looked young and fresh. He was sitting on the
edge of window, whistling and swinging his legs. His jumpsuit was new
and expensive. He was flaunting his assets in very nouveau riche
mannerisms. I smiled at him to attempt some conversation; but before
I could say a word, he told me few unrelated jokes, made wierd faces
and said with attitude,</div>
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“Hey there! I am the
stud who visits one million new bedrooms everyday. And you say you
don't know me babyyy.”</div>
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This made me dubious. I
could not trust him. With more cynical state of mind, I looked at the
second man.</div>
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He was leaning at the
door to my balcony and smoking a cigar. His face had very
philosophical look. He was wearing a complete blue suit. He was lost
in his own thoughts. By the sober expressions of his face I could
make out that he was trying to think something very profound. I was
taken aback by his seriousness, with all my courage I said a soft
‘Hi’ to him. He looked at me with his eyes so intense, moved his
lips may be to say something but pursed them back as if he himself
didn’t like the depth of his thoughts. And then he just mindlessly
repeated what I said. I found no help from here too. With descending
hope of rescue, I looked at the third one.</div>
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The third one looked
impossible to any kind of human relations. He was standing head high
with a straight face and right hand in pocket. He was wearing a black
pinstripe suit and black goggles. His hands were full of some printed
papers which he was reading without any expressions. The stiffness
on his face added to my nervousness and I dropped the idea of even
greeting him. I stepped closed to bed slowly, trying not to attract
anyone's attention. But, as I moved, this man gave me a tough look
and said in a low, husky voice,</div>
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“I told you to
congratulate Mr. Ramnathan Venketeshwaram Iyyer on his new job, but u
didn’t. I also told you to wish Dr. Anand Kumar Nagpal on his
birthday, but you forgot. Get this straight lady, if you don’t
follow what I say, you will be doomed”.</div>
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My jaw almost dropped. I
stammered, “Doomed.. me..but why…who are they? I don’t know
them and even don’t like their names.”</div>
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“So what, they can help
you in future. Now just follow what I say”, his voice turned little
hard.</div>
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My fear got mixed with
irritation; I stepped back and bumped into the fourth guy. This guy looked chilled
and happy. He was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt with yellow, green
flowers and a black Bermuda. He had this big beach hat on his head
and a camera in his hand. He was busy clicking his own pictures with
different parts of my room. He was smiling and singing. His smile had
a naughty tint of pride, as if he is flaunting to me his
happy-go-lucky life. As if I cared. But, his friendly smile made me
ask him for help,</div>
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“I need help. I don’t know you guys. I can’t
understand anything happening around. I don’t know how to get out
of this.”</div>
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“Oh! I like it”, his
voice had sympathy for sure.</div>
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“Like it. What do you
mean? How can you like it? I am in trouble, help me”, I uttered in
frustration.</div>
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“I like it. I like
everything”, he said with more sympathy.</div>
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I was about to burst in
tears, while finding my phone frenetically. Somehow I reached my
phone, and patted the 'Contacts' to open.
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“Oh my God, they are
ghosts. My ‘Contacts’ are blocked. They must have done it. Are
they here to kill me or kidnap me? Who are you?” I screamed on top
of my voice and started crying. </div>
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My tears grabbed their attention, I
blinked and they were standing very close to me. My despair grew.
They looked at me straight and said in chorus,</div>
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“We are you. We are the
popular you.”</div>
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And I woke up screaming.
After few seconds, I realised it was a nightmare. I was in my room
alone and safe. I looked at my phone to check if it is working. It
had lots of messages to be read. And then, my phone revealed a
horrifying secret, I murmured in a terrified voice, </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">"Yes, they were me.”</span></div>
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In my dream, I was living
a morning when my Whatsapp, Twitter, LinkedIn and Facebook accounts
came into existence. They all personified and they were scary.
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Later, over my morning
cup of tea I was thinking, what if they really turn to reality and
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Let's ponder. Or that can
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P.S. – A new IDC
Research report says that more than 79% of people check out their
mobile phones as first thing after they get up. </div>
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