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I ain’t the one You‘re looking for But just another Girl next door You’ve gotta trust me What I say is true No I am not The one for you… I wake up With swollen eyes And with my hair all messed I don’t look nice The one you’d love Must be a sleeping beauty With pretty eyes blue A li’l sweet but snooty Unlike me who Sleeps with her mouth open If I were you I wouldn’t have been chosen So you’ve

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I was sitting at the airport, trying to breathe slowly so that I don’t let go of the tear that was sitting right at the edge of my eyes. To try harder I closed them. But I guess the things that you see with your eyes closed are the things that can hurt you the most as they bring back snapshots of the moments that touched you the most. I saw a blurred image of my father, driving me to the airport,

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Remember when you failed an examination. How many people recall that, your class, friends, relatives? You failed to make it to the IITs or IIMs. Who remembers. How many times have you had the feeling of being the best in your class, school , university, state….., you failed to get a visa stamped this quarter…, you missed a promotion this year…, how did it feel when you dad told you in your early

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I n Delhi, finding a locality without an eatery is something I would never bet against. It’s amazing how this place harbours amazing culinary talents from across the nation. It is a foodie’s paradise. There are enough places to provide a gamut of cuisines for one’s taste buds, varying from classy restaurants serving continental or desi food, to tapree or roadside mouth-watering grub. We can be

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It follows me, the clink In my every word With my every step I drag my feet Bearing its constant weight It smells of rust May be its metal Or the reek of my wounded dreams But metal can it be For corrosion doesn’t weaken it Instead, it eats me off Still, I trudge my path With a masquerading smile Hoping for a savior, an elixir The aroma of Freedom So pure, so divine It entices me It must taste

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(This is my first attempt with fiction. So, I just wanted to share this short story. My mentor in creative writing asked me to write on a cat called 'Tobermary' which recently acquired the skill of speaking English. Here's what I came up with.)  ‘Jeeves please get the lady’s coat, would you?’ I asked my butler, nervously fidgeting with my gold ring. All the ladies of my club had come at my

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Quietly as I walk A gush of emotions rushes into me For the people who are gone And moments that are history A million words to share And a million pictures to show But I don’t feel like talking So I am letting them flow And I am walking with the river Barefoot on her shore. Sky renders to purple As the sun takes back the orange Sheepish moon appears And the stars rearrange I stand amidst this

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Rains are rare in Delhi. But back in my school days, the global environment wasn’t this screwed up, so Delhi enjoyed the benison of rains from July to September. Those were such delightful days. Rain was not only a breather for the green regime of the city, which had suffered the scorching summers for last four months, but also for us students as we didn’t have to forge a sick note to bunk the

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Surrounded by green colossal hills, I sat on a rock of the Panorama Point in Matheran. As far as my senses allowed, all I could see was hills, valleys and fields, blithe fully wearing an endless green scarf, patterned with the most novel designs that might inspire the greatest painters and writers. All I could hear was tranquillising silence, a sound unparalleled, surpassing any earthly musical

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Yes. It was a near perfect evening at my new address where I dared to cook for the first time. Though I enjoy cooking, but usually it takes a lot for heavy body like me to overcome the inertia of lethargy and step into the kitchen. I had slept the whole noon after a hectic house cleaning session that Saturday. I woke up at around five in the evening when I got a text from one of my friends,

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Once againI lie downSleepless in the nightCounting the pieces of myBroken dreamOnce againI openMy little box of hopeTo lock the debris insideOnce againI prayFor a slumberTo see that dream againAnd againAnd bring it to life This time

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Its funny how our emotions play with us. Yes, they do. Coz one thing is for sure that we don’t control them. Rather, they are the ones who govern us, more importantly our moods. They kind of embody a subtle form of our being who speaks the same way we do and can be heard only by us. They are like a constant background score of our conscious life. I don’t remember a single moment of my life where

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I got a very warm welcome at my uncle's place in B'lore. It felt like home. I was proud of myself as I had finally succeeded in in pushing back all the sentimental thoughts and was able to wear a cheerful face. After long hours of chit-chat with uncle and aunty, I hit the sack. I was happy that the day left me too tired to entertain any emotional memories of home. But then, my sweet dreamless

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At last, I boarded my flight. Got an aisle seat. But crap, its been twenty five minutes since the gates closed and our flight hasn't taken off yet. I guess, like me, this flight isn't at all willing to leave Delhi. It seems we aren't getting a clear runway. May be, all of these are signals that God doesn't want me to go to Mysore. First the flight got delayed, and now this. Remember how in the

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Ok now, this is not fair. As if having to leave home and reaching the airport one hour early wasn't enough, after check-in I get to know that my flight has been delayed by an hour!!! Plus, I don't have enough balance in cell to call back home. Argh!!! What crap?!I guess I'll take some coffee and read what Mamta Banerjee has to say on landholdings. And yes, FYI, no cute guys in the waiting area.

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So, I finally had to bid adieu to home, to delhi. It was really hard to digest that for a long time I won't get to see my mom's cute smile, won't get to play cards with dad and won't either have a pillow fight with my sis. For a long time, I won't get to hang around with my Bhaiya n bhabhi. As I am not much of a keep-in-touch-through-phone kinda person, I am practically gonna be without my people

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With the end of my five months internship at Infosys Technologies Limited at Mysore, my tryst with the southern part was far from over. As soon as I stepped back into Delhi, assuming that my coconut borne days have finally ended, I was informed that my family was planning a holiday in Kerela. I had to concede to the plan as my sister had already told her class mates about this trip and now it

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What happens when a passionate heart lucks out while on his quest for his beloved?? Slumdog Millionaire. Adapted from Vikas Swarup’s novel, this is a 120 minutes journey through the life of a hard up teenager Jamal K Malik (Dev Patel), whose various misfortunes eventually win him a handsome twenty million bucks. ‘It is written’, this is what the film ends with. I really admire the approach of the

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Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend or a meaningful day.------Dalai LamaA very happy and prosperous 2009 to all .

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If it weren’t you Who would have seen me through All my dreams and passions Are so known to you You nurture my love So selflessly I keep longing For you relentlessly No beauty could ever delight More than your mere sight Words are never enough For me to show you So I just give you my heart And say I love you. You talk like the winds You smile like the rains You soothe all my troubles You abate

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It seems like yesterday, when I first stepped into this college, Jaypee Institute of Information Technology. Though it doesn’t cover much land of the Noida Electronic City, but its infrastructure is appreciable. Aryabhatta Bhawan, Academic Block, Learning Resource Centre… all very well planned. I was actually surprised to see that this small building has 3 big lecture theatres, so many classrooms

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I've come milessince i realized myselfOne flame inside of meI had ignitedwhich has dimmedsince so long.It flickers to livebut i sim it downon a pretenceThat may beits not the right timenor the right moveFor now.but then it hauntsand kills me.An incessant urgedrains through meall the alibisAnd makes meto pull it outfrom inside andWear it all overBecome whatI was meant to beAnd stop

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Let me live this dreamWith just meAnd no one elseWhere I feelEvery step I takeWhere I senseEvery air I breatheWhere I am awareOf every moment That passes byThere’s no past To cry on There’s no future To crave forIt’s just a dreamWith meAnd no one else Sitting by the riverI dip my bare feetInto the rushing streamIt feels so neatThe genteel waterFlows with a pure touchSomething I wantedFor so

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It needn’t be the sunIt needn’t be the air It needn’t be the skyNor the ground Just let it be us And our beautiful love To make our own World around…   You touched me Like a gentle breeze You kissed me Like the rains In the shivers of winter You comfort like the rays Being with you Is no less than a dream So, it needn’t be the breeze It needn’t be the rain It needn’t be a season

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I am actually jealous of those who didn’t see this movie. And I can’t stop repenting on the two and a half hours sacrifice of my afternoon nap. What did I do to deserve this?? Let us all pray for Vijay Krishna Acharya to develop a better insight on sensible cinema. (For all those who don’t know who I am talking about, it’s the director of the movie)Let us come to the characters.Lakhan Singh aka

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DisclaimerThis article is based mainly on the experiences of students of CS/IT department. Any resemblance to life in any other department is purely coincidental but empathically understandable. It bears no offence to the top rankers and concedes to the notion that engineering is an equally enriching and rewarding career option as any other field. Moving On…Who is an Engineering Student??? Well,

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1. Clemency Human diversity makes tolerance more than a virtue; it makes it a requirement for survival. -----Celebrations of LifeTolerance is actually a requirement for survival. I mean, who can understand this better than a student who has short attendence and so he or she has to sit through the drag. In fact, almost all the students pay a visit to this place for attendence only. I can bet that

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College days are the Golden Days... crap. When you are in JIIT, it becomes the greatest challenge for you to survive through it. After all the lectures, assignments, minors and not to forget, the gruelling projects, you can actually feel each and every nerve of your brain pumping. Yet we stand nowhere... thanks to our curriculum. So, to abate my miseries as a JIITian, I am here to share a few of

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This one's a nice motivational story. I had it with me since a long time and I think its worth sharing. So.. It goes like this... A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as

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Life as I knowHas a void without youEvery season’s greenEvery day blues without youWon’t you ever come and seeHow much … I need youWherever I’d goWhenever I’d breatheWherever I’d fallWhenever I’d weepI craved your armTo holdI needed your wordsTo trustBut it never happenedAnd you never came to seeHow much … I need youI wanna walkHolding your hands tightI want your shouldersAnd see through dim and

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While perceptions of color are somewhat subjective, there are some color effects that have universal meaning. I never gave them a serious thought untill i prepared for NID's entrance exam. Though i din't crack it but it was fun to understand colors. They are ubiquitous, yet we fail to realize what affect they have on our moods. Meanings of some colorsWhiteLight, Reverence, purity, snow, peace,

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This question may come to you on reading the title. Well, no deep logic for that( In fact its vague... but thats my style). My frenz call me D. So I wanted to let this blog be the D-effect. Lolz...I am Disha but unlike my name I am directionless. There are tonnes of things I want to do and I am in a fix when I have to choose one. Basically...JACK OF ALL!!!

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