tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50367625789523804012024-03-13T09:37:26.000-07:00Paradise???Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-55342185054037169232013-07-03T11:57:00.002-07:002013-12-17T09:02:29.259-08:00Under the Veil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's almost midnight now and I am sitting in front of my desktop tapping away at the keyboard.It's long since I've written. Tonight I again wish to write but I thought to myself, 'what should I write about?' And it stuck me - Under the veil. I began blogging since the year 2007. I've grown up as a person. I understand things in a better way and have developed a clearer way of thinking. And along with growing up came something else - secrets. When you were kids you had little secrets and they ranged from rampaging the favorite toy of your little siblings to the chocolate you sneaked out of the refrigerator. When we grow up the size and seriousness of the secrets grow as well. How much do we like to keep things under the veil! We want it safe while we present the pretty picture to the rest of the world. If it's not our secrets, it's our friends'. "Promise me you won't tell this to anyone," your friend demands and you meekly nod your head to say yes. And you end up being the guardian of their as well as your own secrets.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvXAnDZdhr0oyjKPSwC5rN4Rak-Z_IeSteUNTJPbcUAo1q2wjYzpxtSP2Igg31BwLaoPJh1zWmvfzhwBx0O35fgPqMUcC4LWDvOWxsLYmZMF3aL-hVa3PRtGFYN9YmG60xoOgLpzfPuFp/s292/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvXAnDZdhr0oyjKPSwC5rN4Rak-Z_IeSteUNTJPbcUAo1q2wjYzpxtSP2Igg31BwLaoPJh1zWmvfzhwBx0O35fgPqMUcC4LWDvOWxsLYmZMF3aL-hVa3PRtGFYN9YmG60xoOgLpzfPuFp/s292/images.jpg" /></a>I had this teacher during my last semester who helped us to groom our personalities. There is something she said that kind of instigated me. "No one should ever be able to know you completely," she said. And I was like,"What rubbish!" I still argue with myself on what she said. You shouldn't let others know everything about yourself. Really??? I mean what are friends for then. Friends do know you in an out. I watch a T.V series - Grey's Anatomy. Two of the leads in the show, Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang, are best friends <br />
and call themselves each other's person. They know each other in and out. And I am an ardent viewer of the series and admirer of their friendship. Yet, here was my teacher telling me to never let anyone know everything about me. Somethings must stay - under the veil.<br />
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Whenever I try to get hold on to some news on the news channels, often I am witnessed to something like this - "Sansanikhez khabhar.... Parda faash...." ("Breaking News...Revealed"). Something gets revealed every now and then shooting up the TRPs. Corrupt politicians, sports persons, business men, Gurus, Leaders, Powerful men... everyone has things under the veil. And the veil is removed they are left ashamed of the things revealed. So, that's one type of things under the veil.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGw3dcngF251UA9HBXMEHTAYX89peJ4UD8wRHOcUNmpChPvRY3OorNUnDudVqTxWgNQAKPg6Sm0il2KbAzYVbY2UzfAVv6TNb9HVwOMMDfYsOGjuPjTn7pnpS84Q9P2jsHitMsRjLmK78/s390/10565761-390x285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGw3dcngF251UA9HBXMEHTAYX89peJ4UD8wRHOcUNmpChPvRY3OorNUnDudVqTxWgNQAKPg6Sm0il2KbAzYVbY2UzfAVv6TNb9HVwOMMDfYsOGjuPjTn7pnpS84Q9P2jsHitMsRjLmK78/s320/10565761-390x285.jpg" width="320" /></a>A year or two back, I was writing an article on the Veil of Muslim women - whether it's a sign of oppression. It was interesting to know that many women actually liked to wear a veil. They liked to symbolically signify <br />
that they are different. But, of course when its forced upon, something that's so pristine does change into oppression. Christians during the Holy Communion keep the bread and wine at the altar under the veil signifying it's purity. Hindus use chunari to do the same thing, let it be the pooja's thaal (plate) or the veil (Chunari) used to put on Gods' image. Long story cut short - in all the religions veil is used to hide something pristine..cover something pure contrary to what we in our lives do.<br />
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What do we use the veil for? What do we hide? Those things that we wish never get out of the closet and stay buried in always and forever. 'No one should ever know everything about you.' I know what it means now. Keep under the veil the things that mystifies people around you so that when its revealed they will be yet again mesmerized by you. The rest of things that we commonly hide and try to put under the veil are better to be known to the people who matter lest things may end up bitterly. So what do you want to put under the veil?</div>
Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-51401858391994017812012-01-20T09:43:00.001-08:002012-01-20T09:43:24.850-08:00Being the support<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2F17kTL1Ytv-o7g0qvTR9IyVRjtoj3ackK1G5BE3iWjqbLh0gJmxcJ40VC4uoXcb8iQrZaCBbYmTtQDzzulUk_a0XwVymcPrPX2g0PASJ7CS1g_OL2A0QUVAd4XSJZvMLcXUIqjmfk1Z/s1600/015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2F17kTL1Ytv-o7g0qvTR9IyVRjtoj3ackK1G5BE3iWjqbLh0gJmxcJ40VC4uoXcb8iQrZaCBbYmTtQDzzulUk_a0XwVymcPrPX2g0PASJ7CS1g_OL2A0QUVAd4XSJZvMLcXUIqjmfk1Z/s320/015.jpg" width="259" /></a>I will be patient with you<br />
for I am lifeless without you<br />
You may trample<br />
You may ignore<br />
You may forget<br />
But i won't let<br />
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We will not fail<br />
I will be your support<br />
You may run<br />
You may avoid<br />
You may detest<br />
But I won't protest<br />
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You would need me<br />
And that day I would be with you<br />
For I am lifeless without you<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGGzLbv4NID28ei2KK96OGfZBpbyKpKHlbDO2s9Q3RyyuxvSaCCDWZ-Nh4k_a47X6Hv8CFc-5sPsTjBrGNscm3BV-gDKv3QHEkCsYJM_U85bZknXcljEspO-GKpjDy1CLGNFaLHfwJBuB/s1600/draft_lens2488202module146078311photo_1294684245God_is_love%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGGzLbv4NID28ei2KK96OGfZBpbyKpKHlbDO2s9Q3RyyuxvSaCCDWZ-Nh4k_a47X6Hv8CFc-5sPsTjBrGNscm3BV-gDKv3QHEkCsYJM_U85bZknXcljEspO-GKpjDy1CLGNFaLHfwJBuB/s200/draft_lens2488202module146078311photo_1294684245God_is_love%255D.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>AGAPE LOVE: The divine love. It defines the love that God has for his people. What are the other essential characters and features that set itself apart? It is selfless and sacrificing. You can google and find the same about this kind of love everywhere. But isn't 'Love' by its traditional definition mean the same. Love is always sacrificing , motivated by selfless factors and known famously as DIVINE!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKoXgUY8_-COB3hsjPFMsMZZoSn1FQso9P05MfYk2YScTQiCcZBE5C9rdd9DoGAL-CfLsP8TFapEPP5Rb_X5iKZMHRp1EUZ8PViHJG_lqoCgmU-txYYGWt8X6gaM5PvZr4GTDv4dYWxRf/s1600/i-love-my-friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKoXgUY8_-COB3hsjPFMsMZZoSn1FQso9P05MfYk2YScTQiCcZBE5C9rdd9DoGAL-CfLsP8TFapEPP5Rb_X5iKZMHRp1EUZ8PViHJG_lqoCgmU-txYYGWt8X6gaM5PvZr4GTDv4dYWxRf/s200/i-love-my-friends.jpg" width="200" /></a>FRIENDLY LOVE: This kind of a love is meant to be between FRIENDS only! Neither are trespassers allowed nor are you allowed to go overboard with it. But what makes me bonkers to think is, How is it different from the rest.. The essence is same right? You love your friend with the same heart and soul. Think of your best friend.. You love him or her the same way.. in the same manner that you love God or your lover. It pains the same if your best buddy is hurt.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsl9XD-BK3EDDYz3YluhYgTcAhAAgtHC_4Jmi0ucOJgtd335uY5lbrergSpPiyaGZnl1fIoyvsTL8_X7Sy4pnEkFlPscrCyOOmiBfdDnF06wrm_yKfpwbaFvWx_k7Lusv-PJmp-BASVwB/s1600/1134619446_59f9805592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsl9XD-BK3EDDYz3YluhYgTcAhAAgtHC_4Jmi0ucOJgtd335uY5lbrergSpPiyaGZnl1fIoyvsTL8_X7Sy4pnEkFlPscrCyOOmiBfdDnF06wrm_yKfpwbaFvWx_k7Lusv-PJmp-BASVwB/s200/1134619446_59f9805592.jpg" width="200" /></a>PARENTAL LOVE: Sacrificial, selfless.. what more? Ohh.. the essence is narrowing down to the same things right? Can you spot out a difference?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_sQjucO10hLO4Iyj_EdWW0s1ii2OwncUVHl4ivCxFD0WP4IZzoqQpFChECteSMY25yLBMIRDaQc6Dgc7ao7pRAxK_pped72z9tKiQIdKV2nxmzIqX1VG-MHHIr0PJ7nQ5oawJMzdcLta/s1600/love-pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_sQjucO10hLO4Iyj_EdWW0s1ii2OwncUVHl4ivCxFD0WP4IZzoqQpFChECteSMY25yLBMIRDaQc6Dgc7ao7pRAxK_pped72z9tKiQIdKV2nxmzIqX1VG-MHHIr0PJ7nQ5oawJMzdcLta/s200/love-pillow.jpg" width="200" /></a>Lover's Love: When i think about this.. another question comes up in my mind.. Is love a part of romance or is romance a part of love.. ?? What is your answer? Most of the people say they are the same while some say Romance is a part of love. If so, my question to those many enlightened ones is Can you be romantic with your parents or siblings? You love them and since romance is a part of love, it implies that you can be romantically involved with everyone.. No right? So, what I believe is Romance is different from Love.. Love is a part of a romance.. So the essence of Love remains the same..<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6J7OWwxpFvhGMsIf2NJhi_go__06g6oRKbxpZBbk7EiRw38mPE7d-_ZhgF7mJz-dsAK-2PQU_XNnICAIscNvRDC9iFt4GJfykSlEfzIeFd6ljAgES-B4-tsVXIlJMkG2CpFBiuurzrLp/s1600/love-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6J7OWwxpFvhGMsIf2NJhi_go__06g6oRKbxpZBbk7EiRw38mPE7d-_ZhgF7mJz-dsAK-2PQU_XNnICAIscNvRDC9iFt4GJfykSlEfzIeFd6ljAgES-B4-tsVXIlJMkG2CpFBiuurzrLp/s200/love-12.jpg" width="200" /></a>Apart from this.. there is Sibling's love, neighborly love.. and what all not! Why so many names for the same things.. Its not different. There is no need of any categorization at all. Love is itself divine, selfless, giving.. And if your love isn't so.. then its not love.. It can be anything, affection, care.. but not Love..<br />
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Your Love is just plain good ol' Love! </div>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-89092377267230673812011-06-13T21:17:00.000-07:002011-06-13T21:17:40.723-07:00A NEW DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczAf_QCwUHr4BP7WDtv7eGLZQVWABEscOnC9AbAqoVd9MRNVMQ_UgcYn6fcje0rsBOIrNALM-aPCjwYMWYP6jR-LAhn8N-GU7DDXKtnwHaLqWtkFKcnKdE2dGz4kMd_ivIuWw9IocinsX/s1600/1241328737KFgjKPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczAf_QCwUHr4BP7WDtv7eGLZQVWABEscOnC9AbAqoVd9MRNVMQ_UgcYn6fcje0rsBOIrNALM-aPCjwYMWYP6jR-LAhn8N-GU7DDXKtnwHaLqWtkFKcnKdE2dGz4kMd_ivIuWw9IocinsX/s200/1241328737KFgjKPt.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>A new morning.. a new day. Did you thank God for it? The feeling of gratitude is something which we forget many a times.. Being thankful for the wonderful wonderful blessings you have received. I received them too n have a firm belief that i will continue receiving them n i forget to be grateful to him. Thank you God! <br />
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A day.. when does a day begin? Technically when the clock strikes 00:00 hrs.. Otherwise when the sun rises.. Is it? When does the day of your life begin? When you wake up late in the morning yawning and trying to steal some minutes of sleep again?? And finally when your mum or dad comes and splash a bucket of water on your face? Or when your alarm clock rings and you have to get out of your bed unwillingly since you have a busy day waiting?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitX5ttsNfvW8KW0fCtdDy_J3MHA8NCiiV_vjl4FGpc4YbxUMIDUeMF3LsQVBKmSuB7UaSBDG6bURWaqdtMFI3sOBOLq2uQKQQPp3AZkrNLInFbbj_iQ7MOLAGGrr15FNIT_ADyb9yOh3Wi/s1600/singing-in-the-rain-photo-courtesy-mgm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitX5ttsNfvW8KW0fCtdDy_J3MHA8NCiiV_vjl4FGpc4YbxUMIDUeMF3LsQVBKmSuB7UaSBDG6bURWaqdtMFI3sOBOLq2uQKQQPp3AZkrNLInFbbj_iQ7MOLAGGrr15FNIT_ADyb9yOh3Wi/s320/singing-in-the-rain-photo-courtesy-mgm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>If you come to think about it .. the day begins when the darkness fades.. The darkness, depression state, difficult times, times when everything seems to be messed up.. all these fade off.. everything go away.. leading to a clear, mystical, pure day.. as pure as the dew drop over the petals in the morning. If you look at your life as a third person.. you would find your day to be so clear.. so beautiful.. but we are so busy that we are not even aware that a new day of our life has begun.. The problems that existed where only till this point of time.. Now its time you get up and work to make your new day beautiful clearing all the dark clouds out of it.. burst them... n let them rain happiness, joy and lots of laughter..<br />
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Enjoy your new day! CHEERS!</div>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-13841987796439037682010-07-06T19:18:00.000-07:002010-07-06T19:18:00.999-07:00Lifeless<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtayAwjZa0/TDPjt5cjCcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zTFiAC5ogCA/s1600/0221_181625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtayAwjZa0/TDPjt5cjCcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zTFiAC5ogCA/s200/0221_181625.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Sky is endless<br />
Sea is boundless<br />
Sun is marvellous<br />
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Streets are walked alone by me<br />
Songs are hummed alone by me<br />
Love is too apart from me<br />
Friends know nothing of me<br />
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Gone into my own shell<br />
Lost the charm once I had<br />
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That magic in mee is too hard to be found<br />
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Sky is endless<br />
Sea is boundless<br />
Sun is marvellous<br />
Yet the world seem so LIFELESS!Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-46175983164928427382010-07-05T22:57:00.000-07:002010-07-05T23:06:44.972-07:00Be the miracle!"Be the miracle..." Does that line ring a bell? That is the line from the movie - Bruce Almighty... Quite a nice movie, but, ofcourse it's bollywood version was made adding up more spice with the typical Bollywood tadka. If you still didn't get which Bolly flick I am talking about, then it is - God Tussi Great Ho. But, of course I prefer the Holly one, not because I prefer Hollywood movies more, but, because they kept it simple and didn't make a mess out of it...which ultimately did happen in GTGH... And comparisons are bound to happen since its taken up..or lets say inspired of Bruce Almighty.. But, I am not here to give a review of GTGH....<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfpRR4yZKb1_KBVqt1xz1Vhs3TdoVdl-K-KqhMHUKT_wPoTjAyaVl6k7UmXhyBAq2gSJri_ZC5lHOebxngL1dS-VFZzNSV6vyUECnikQ4NlBcn7R6S0cztCwZpmGH7l41r__6HfpF64Qu/s1600/MiracleStorieslogo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfpRR4yZKb1_KBVqt1xz1Vhs3TdoVdl-K-KqhMHUKT_wPoTjAyaVl6k7UmXhyBAq2gSJri_ZC5lHOebxngL1dS-VFZzNSV6vyUECnikQ4NlBcn7R6S0cztCwZpmGH7l41r__6HfpF64Qu/s320/MiracleStorieslogo1.jpg" /></a>I am writing this because the line which I have mentioned earlier actually '<i>moved'</i> me. It is a simple thing which Morgan Freeman (God) tells Jim Carrey (Bruce) to do.. But, it holds great depth. We are a bunch of people who believe just what we can see. And we often end up asking proofs. To believe in God, we need a miracle happening right in front of us! And why should He always perform a miracle in our life? To make us believe? So much of doubts..that we at times don't even trust ourselves... Why do we need a miracle, when we ourselves can be one! A simple thing said with sheer beauty!<br />
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We are the miracle. Miracle is when an impossible thing all of a sudden becomes a possibilty and all of us have this wonderful magical power to do so. But, the important thing is that we should believe - Believe in our capability.. Have the will power and the guts to 'bring the change'. Just sitting over at a corner and blaming your luck ...blaming God..won't do you any good. Get up and be the miracle.<br />
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Too big things I am speaking about...Am I? Yeah I know.. all of us have got another excuse... "Its easier to speak about it but difficult to actually implement..." Yeah right...Come on...Get a life dude... That is what exactly means about being the miracle.. Ever tried something other than just letting things to happen for you? Waiting for things to fall into their places on their own? Come on..get moving... no one else will do it for you..<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6coTmVfYYkjzuKXZfX9bUWgOjLYKps273C4DC5rVQjve4Q6-1-nIgGMnhcqe1AKgv6qeMZJGmpnrrwXpUQaMIcXCSa28LZUp9s2RqkK5AM8WK3W8mG5_zAqDe4mMUJTW5Xl4KWuqV5WRS/s1600/miracle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6coTmVfYYkjzuKXZfX9bUWgOjLYKps273C4DC5rVQjve4Q6-1-nIgGMnhcqe1AKgv6qeMZJGmpnrrwXpUQaMIcXCSa28LZUp9s2RqkK5AM8WK3W8mG5_zAqDe4mMUJTW5Xl4KWuqV5WRS/s320/miracle.jpg" /></a>Even in the smallest of things in our lives..we can be the miracle.. we can do the unexpected... Think of the ways, the things which you were not able to do until now...things which you wanted to do but couldn't just because of some silly stuck up reason of yours...Its high time since miracles has happened around in our locality, right? Lets just surpise them by being one.. By doing those better things of our life which the world didn't expect of us...<br />
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Smile when you are in the biggest of troubles...Get up when you have no where to go...Fight until ur last breath...You have the power...Be the miracle and glorify Him...Can you be one?Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-62091720825063351462010-07-03T08:33:00.000-07:002010-07-03T08:33:23.098-07:00My awardJust now received an award.. n well it was unexpected...n it is<br />
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Yeah u read it right... "Cherry on top award" ... wel.. when I read the later bit abt beautiful blogs with that litl bit xtra.. I was flattered... In fact I still am ....<br />
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So, here I go... About the few rules that were mentioned when I received this award...<br />
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1. You need to thank the person who awarded it to you...<br />
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2. Copy the award and just write it up in your blog<br />
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3. Mention 3 things which you love about yourself<br />
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4. Post a pic which you love<br />
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5. Tag another five people whom you wanna pass on this award to!<br />
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Okay then here it starts<br />
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1. Well..since I din't kinda xpect dz award so have not prepared a speech or something (sounds lyk bollywd celebs receiving IIFA!!)... Anyway...would just love to thank Deepshika for being wonderful enough to award this to me.. Thanks a ton.. coz appreciation always matters!<br />
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2. The second part, I just did... hehehehe... m nice at copying!! (Just kidin... I hardly did that in xams! Too borin eh? Thats me!)<br />
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3. I love about myself... 3 things?? that is something which makes me dizzy now!<br />
Okay then let me try...<br />
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a. That i can write a bit ...<br />
b. That i just love my friends lyk anything...<br />
c. That i can understand people at tyms quite well... (psyhcological stuff and all...)<br />
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Yay! I know how to love myself.... yippeee...<br />
okay bak to business now...<br />
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At least for now... I just have that pic in my PC which I like quite a bit... Its not something which i just love to the core... but yeah that is cute...<br />
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5. well about tagging now... how to do it?? I mean the hyperlink tng... wait... just lemme find it out... Okay I got it... the link option ryt.... lemme try...<br />
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a. Appe... <a href="http://apeksha-beingme.blogspot.com/">http://apeksha-beingme.blogspot.com/</a><br />
b. Cherry <a href="http://pinkcherrychapstick.blogspot.com/">http://pinkcherrychapstick.blogspot.com/</a><br />
c. Adi <a href="http://adhishg.blogspot.com/">http://adhishg.blogspot.com/</a><br />
d. Fittay <a href="http://faridsthoughts.blogspot.com/">http://faridsthoughts.blogspot.com/</a><br />
e. n well... the fifth one is deepshika herself... n no m not copying dz one the way she did...(m serious...damn serious!!) ... okay no seriously.... dz one is for her..but since she already has the award .. I don't mind keeping it with myself... heheheh...<br />
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K i guess my job is done... Is it??<br />
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yeah...anyway.. yayayay!! I got an award..... :)Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-66488543011698046212010-06-24T21:23:00.000-07:002010-12-22T10:40:48.426-08:00Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-73084250023010878572010-06-21T02:06:00.000-07:002010-06-21T02:11:51.486-07:00What's In A Name?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalCt8dZbvcB3QKzgfmxXofK0st1hJ31Jx8vjVBWBW7xfm4Ll_w4zQzu3EChBGuiGetVduhxDMuQJ4Eoe7XUESwGCdyxXABGjjya-U-TeVb60VtoHnd9UImMYWlyjIY-cXyJjct-nLvUMW/s1600/name.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalCt8dZbvcB3QKzgfmxXofK0st1hJ31Jx8vjVBWBW7xfm4Ll_w4zQzu3EChBGuiGetVduhxDMuQJ4Eoe7XUESwGCdyxXABGjjya-U-TeVb60VtoHnd9UImMYWlyjIY-cXyJjct-nLvUMW/s200/name.jpg" width="200" /></a>Funny, but as soon as we hear a name quite a lot of things run in our mind! And the first and foremost thing that crosses our mind is -<b> <i>RELIGION</i></b>! As soon as a name is spoken up, and bang on, our ears convery the message to the nerve cells and the grey cells judge the religion of the name spoken! Quite a mystery of a process! A Khan or an Ali is categorized as a Muslim. A Kapoor or a Sharma has to be a Hindu while a George or Matthew is deemed as a Christian! What a wonderful way of categorizing people and our incredible brain does it all in seconds! All of us are so much cool in judging and sizing up each and every one in front of us.<br />
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Rightly written by the talented dialogue writers of the movie - A Wednesday and superbly delivered by the master of acting skills, Sir Naseeruddin Shah, ' Insaan naam mei mazhab dhoond leta hai' (Humans find out religion in a name!)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVt1XT7lEa_ZdjGlKcCaLAye-l2PB13P_A9q-GaYo68mFp369HyxqX-o8j1aU2FqOQdJV8_cGy08tOCn__lOZzol47_wnO1iBGdy9q-neOthmn15jYjiAGBdbvd6TRWavfcWxejhNFCWT/s1600/naming-baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVt1XT7lEa_ZdjGlKcCaLAye-l2PB13P_A9q-GaYo68mFp369HyxqX-o8j1aU2FqOQdJV8_cGy08tOCn__lOZzol47_wnO1iBGdy9q-neOthmn15jYjiAGBdbvd6TRWavfcWxejhNFCWT/s200/naming-baby.jpg" width="200" /></a>Divisions! So many of them! A line is drawn almost every where! Why do we love complicating things? I mean is being a Khan or a Sharma or a John far more imortant than being a human? As if this wasn't all...We have castes, races...and what all. To add cherry on the top, we have one more addition which has become quite popular now - <i>GOTRAS</i>! I wasn't even aware of any such division, but I was enlightened a few months back, thanks to the controversy revolving around it!<br />
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How much more divisions do we need? Can't we just raise ourselves above these divisions for once and for all? <i>Forever</i>...Possible??? Even the Almighty and the most powerful one might be thinking, '<i>kitna badal gaya insaan</i>!'<br />
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So, next time when anyone asks <b><i>what's in a name</i></b>, you exactly know the answer. Don't you?Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-92150938344944585672010-06-17T21:11:00.000-07:002010-06-21T02:16:47.188-07:00BACK FROM THE BREAK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyoWh5_nIHw7gH96cPJ_psSv38oUK8L0p74cT8KbC7RS-sG4gdhUcmTGBGW2XsXoa2KKs75dDnFe5ajEh9Kd6WGutxk5WqelPh7NLb_hrFVFIWCI8O7caySC8doF6Gd1_EmPMXVWL9lXP1/s1600/lonely-chair-g33931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyoWh5_nIHw7gH96cPJ_psSv38oUK8L0p74cT8KbC7RS-sG4gdhUcmTGBGW2XsXoa2KKs75dDnFe5ajEh9Kd6WGutxk5WqelPh7NLb_hrFVFIWCI8O7caySC8doF6Gd1_EmPMXVWL9lXP1/s320/lonely-chair-g33931.jpg" /></a>Took a long long break.... And in the last 2 years, so many things happened and so many things changed... But changes are bound to happen. There is only one thing that doesn't change and that is... Everyone has 24 hours in a day... The way you use it is what brings the change!<br />
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I don't know how i used my 24 hours of every day in the last two years...Do i have any regrets? May be... I would need time to sort that question out!<br />
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K..So , from now on i'll update my blog...hope so regularly! Till then chew on this...<br />
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"Do not avoid a void in anyone's heart...may be you too will have it one day!" <br />
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Hey don't chew too hard! Was just thinking and that line cropped up in mind...and of course its mine... Who else can write all nonsense stuffs like this? Hahaha....<br />
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Have a great day!Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-72859576732035057742008-09-29T20:03:00.000-07:002022-02-05T08:47:34.647-08:00WAITING LIST MANIAEVER TRIED TRAVELLING ALONE FOR A DAY AND AN ENTIRE NIGHT ....WITHOUT A SEAT ...AT THE AGE OF 18..... ????
I did something like that on 27th of September. Don't get a feeling that I am going to boast about my guts and keep on praising myself in here. No way ..because when talking of guts ... I hardly had any at that time.
On Friday evening I booked a ticket for myself to Delhi from Hyderabad in A.P. Express which mostly everytime is horribly full.... I did it in "TATKAL"... the new service which provides you a confirmed seat.... The man behind the corridor spoke... "Waiting list 70" .... I heard "17" .... and i asked him to book the ticket... when I helped myself out ... I cursed myself and the one who made 70 and 17 pronounce almost similarly.... "THE IDIOT"
I had no other options, but, to travel without a seat. Friends advised me to bribe the T.T who comes to check the tickets and ask him to provide me a seat as I am a girl travelling alone and on the top of it...Badly ill. I memorised the whole scenario ... all the lines which I should speak in front of the T.T..... and prayed to God to help....
In the morning at 6:20 I reached the station... train was destined to come at 6:55 .... It came and I entered without knowing what destiny has in store for me.... I looked around here and there ... I found people busy settling themselves on their seats ... few trying to tuck in their luggage under the seats... I found a vacant seat to sit...and decided to sit their until the rush clears off...
Soon two boys came and looked at my seat and told each other that their seat is, 'this one and that one'... I realized I was sitting on one of their seats.I immediately stood up and made my way to the next boggie. I prayed ... Prayed earnestly to God... "If I have knowingly or unknowingly helped ...ANYONE ...in this world... help me Lord.." ...That one line I kept on my murmuring inside my heart... I was walking and I found the way jammed ...I can't go ahead because few other unfortunate people too had their seat in waiting list and were trying hard to get themselves hooked on to one or the other seat...
I ran my eyes around... I found an old lady on one of the seats... She asked me to sit until the rush clears off....I sat opposite to her... She asked which was my seat..I told her my plight...she asked me to talk to the t.t ... the same advise which my enlightened friends gave already...
I could hardly speak, my throat was itching.... due to a sour throat which I was carrying around. I wasn't really well.... and then a policeman came and asked me to stand because incidentally the seat where I was sitting was his... "SHIT" ... I said to myself.. I told him everything and he asked me to go ahead and try as there is a school group on tour... The old lady said .. "Let her sit for a few seconds... let the rush clear off... " I thanked her earnestly... A friend of the policeman came by then .. he wanted to sit and talk to him... He asked his friend whether it's empty above ... he said yes... he aske me to sit on the top berth.. I did the same... placed my luggage above and helped myself in there...When I got in there I cursed the friend of the policeman for saying yes...because the upper berth was occupied by THREE LUGGAGE BAGS...and I hardly had any place to sit... still I sat accepting my situation.. I repeated my prayer again and made a bit of room for myself and sat in there..
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After a few minutes the rush cleared off... it wasn't a school group, but, seemed to be a college group ... 6 girls helped themselves to their seats which were around us... I was on the uppermost berth of the R.A.C seat ... After a few more minutes... a boy came and took away the two bags.... Thanks to GOD ... I would have shouted a thank you to him too ... if possible! I made a bit more room... I tried placing my bag more convinently and pulled it to myself and placed the other bag a bit far away...and then another guy came and took the other bag away.... WHOA!!
I helped myself nicely then and made the pillow of my luggage bag and slept off... I prayed hard though all the time that no one ask would me to vacate the seat .... By the time t.t. came... another uncle was lying on an upper berth.. He asked him to wake up... looked at his ticket and said these words... "YOU'VE WAITING LIST .....HOW COME YOU ARE LYING HERE...GET OFF FROM THE SEAT ....AND STAND THERE... " Uncle though said .."We'll adjust... you don't worry..." .... but the T.T still murmured ...depicting his disappointment as if he had stolen Queen Elizabeth's PRECIOUS NECKLACE! ..... I said to myself... "Isse kya help mangoo..." ...and kept quiet... the guy looked around ...and found the college group gals.... he moved on ahead.. i was puzzled .. "why didn't he ask me for a ticket at the least.... " ... and then I realised that the guy actually took me as one of the group members... "HIS MISTAKE" ...and I was in no mood to correct him!
I slept off... didn't have my lunch .. opened my eyes though every few minutes..and witnessed the happenings around me... My brother called me everytime and asked me to look for a seat now or it would be a problem in the night..I assured him I will do so when the T.T comes... But, I dozed off again... had a few chips and a few sips of slice .... and then dozed off again... I prayed by that time earnestly...that no one would turn up for the seat at night because the guy who is sitting right now would like to have a nice sleep at night and would ask me to vacate then.... It was dark outside the train now and I was feeling cold ..I took a bedsheet and covered myself with it and was going to doze off again when I received a message from one of my friends in the hostel....She informed about one bomb blast that happened in delhi and asked me to take care... I prayed again and slept off.... At night aroun 10 I woke up.... Few were still chirping and others were getting ready to sleep...I prayed hard... I had fear... but I prayed more and more...
And then I dozed off again .... I woke up at 1 ... I was surprised ...no one had told me anything ... everyone was fast asleep... there was no one else for the seat in which I was lying..it solely belonged to me..I thanked God... I thanked him like hell.... and slept off again!
In the morning too ... no one turned up for his seat...I felt as if God was protecting me..He was somewhere near... too near to me..He could see me and I could feel him..I felt secure... This was my journey.. the magical journey... thousands of people in the waiting list face too many hurdles.... and I was saved ... I travelled without even a slightest of the problems... and then I believed ... YES GOD ... YOU ARE WONDERFUL ...THE MOST POWERFUL ONE... YOU ARE ABOVE ALL.... ......Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-15902347977330784432008-09-14T21:41:00.000-07:002008-09-14T22:43:18.886-07:00MY FRIENDS MY LIFE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2sJol4Mtk0ACVlLr0SKG_LvBoLazzSepMH7EQFRKY0ePpOg3eEv1fsdg3Sd-r3G_L_SyBY5rw0rghGf7vXS3mHiFydWq5nEkYgNL9bobhLaTacEQSPYP6n1e5kaSLDZ2u3_yG0FbYM-x/s1600-h/ATgAAADWIm6D04NTgmytd3zPVRw5RLxxxuCZDUgZxr32kEa0ZkVoGtg0ZFp8By6waJn1bI9DWkEsOSvyaJBGGaTowistAJtU9VCTzB2UiNaROviMDSRN2mDB_CgUxw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2sJol4Mtk0ACVlLr0SKG_LvBoLazzSepMH7EQFRKY0ePpOg3eEv1fsdg3Sd-r3G_L_SyBY5rw0rghGf7vXS3mHiFydWq5nEkYgNL9bobhLaTacEQSPYP6n1e5kaSLDZ2u3_yG0FbYM-x/s320/ATgAAADWIm6D04NTgmytd3zPVRw5RLxxxuCZDUgZxr32kEa0ZkVoGtg0ZFp8By6waJn1bI9DWkEsOSvyaJBGGaTowistAJtU9VCTzB2UiNaROviMDSRN2mDB_CgUxw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246119338348803762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't know what I am going to write.. but I just know I wanted to write this... It is dedicated to all my friends... my support and my Life. I have hardly any life BEYOND THEM! Must be sounding crazy.. but, that's how it is. I can hardly imagine me ALONE without any OF my FRIENDS.<br /><br />I have got many friends...some are faceless... because i have never seen them.. or better to say I haven't ever met them.But is it necessary to meet them n then be friends? at times it takes ages to know a person and the other times you can know him/her in just a minute.. surprising? No it's not a mere philosophical line but a truth..a fact that .... is of course quite strange...<br /><br />If i start naming my friends... then i guess the blog won't be enough to hold on all the names.. I just know that they all are special... special in their own way.. I mean by ALL...ALL!<br /><br />I really thank God for giving me so many of his angels as my friends... I am really Lucky... fortunate... Thank you all you PEOPLE out there.. for being my friends... ........................Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-34481965117846728172008-06-26T04:04:00.000-07:002008-06-26T22:57:04.337-07:00Chal aa mere sung chal.........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNDBowdB-0RyIrYUi3REAOdvM2MGVmruRkQBITaeaS2qZ0dh7Jj3DJAmtEeGxrRbSYgcDl-2Rfamz3SJHstx-B9deZZmkQ0sS9hrZCjBLpApge5VpaHnwWqt6VEhWu5_6h9AIAmiGcolN/s1600-h/Searchin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNDBowdB-0RyIrYUi3REAOdvM2MGVmruRkQBITaeaS2qZ0dh7Jj3DJAmtEeGxrRbSYgcDl-2Rfamz3SJHstx-B9deZZmkQ0sS9hrZCjBLpApge5VpaHnwWqt6VEhWu5_6h9AIAmiGcolN/s320/Searchin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216150434515777074" border="0" /></a><br />it's 4:30 in the evening and a lot humid out here.......... i accidentally switched on to the song "HUM RAHE YAA NA RAHE KAL..." n while listening to it ...i just thought hard upon the beautiful lyrics of the song. Every word hold some meaning...... it's beautiful... come on guys switch on to the song and read the next part of my blog.......<br /><br />So.... who knows whether we would really be able to see the tomorrow's sun? Would we still survive? Who knows? The supreme most power i thought... He plans it .....doesn't he???<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uUlnTKL9xkwwOtaFOaNlt6fdJ3cbpIfzQa1nnEtPqdVR9oE50bDv0imH-VsxwLnMp2BI7XxOO9n9K8yjIx-yNQopqFSZ-C2UEZF_MqkaMM7yCXxvYE83GpN5MAMQp6K5LJmkCmJ4R1Vh/s1600-h/Zejdqrw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uUlnTKL9xkwwOtaFOaNlt6fdJ3cbpIfzQa1nnEtPqdVR9oE50bDv0imH-VsxwLnMp2BI7XxOO9n9K8yjIx-yNQopqFSZ-C2UEZF_MqkaMM7yCXxvYE83GpN5MAMQp6K5LJmkCmJ4R1Vh/s320/Zejdqrw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216151030162695602" border="0" /></a><br />whatever it is...we survive or not.... or let's say wherever we are tomorrow.... we would always have few things to cherish....few moments of our life..... few best moments which bring smile on our face..... in the song these moments are referred to as "PAL" ... isn't it true.........?? makes sense.... doesn't it?? when u lie down to sleep ...what do u think? just close your eyes n have a nice sleep? No way... unless u r too sleepy u won't .... at least i don't...... u remember moments.... your past days.... time spent with friends... time when u partied hard with friends...time when u bunked your school classes.... i left my classes to play basketball though all my teachers knew that they would find me playing in the court .... fun it was..... life has changed now... but, still i remember it..... that's how it goes with all of us..... we all DO remember them....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5J34HZSJjOqRLyBaqw_ey_RYgOit6BNsbTW6p7_FBYJ7ezl8lVisUgHn4YPPqWtRqRt6htypKATR18WliD2-YCszj5iD42kJaerYrb2htJFttx9zKgwCIQwHTtxSRdNYbpI5n80txdC5/s1600-h/Zu7hkpp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5J34HZSJjOqRLyBaqw_ey_RYgOit6BNsbTW6p7_FBYJ7ezl8lVisUgHn4YPPqWtRqRt6htypKATR18WliD2-YCszj5iD42kJaerYrb2htJFttx9zKgwCIQwHTtxSRdNYbpI5n80txdC5/s320/Zu7hkpp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216150817682335266" border="0" /></a><br />It's a pretty small life.... isn't it... too small to gather all the happiness .... u wish u had more of it.... a bit more..... m out of my school days now..... some of u who r reading this might have completed their school life too..... tell me how many friends u r in contact with? 5? 6? out of around 40-50 students .. just 5-6? that's how it goes...we all are running ....aren't we? No time to stop n take out some time to talk to your friends... No time left people.. it's a pretty small life ... i told u... take out your cell phone n call your friend... your friend may need it..... or some of us have some confessions to make... may be about love or anything... why not do it now...forget your ego people..it kills.... u love someone ....speak it out soon.... tell your friend that u care... you do really care... tell your friend that he/she is precious to u...or u may regret it later....who knows we all meet tomorrow or not?<br /><br />"HUM RAHE YA NA RAHE YAAD AYENGE YE PAL.........................."Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-65325291010507102272008-05-27T11:20:00.001-07:002008-05-27T11:29:10.901-07:00The selfish world ---- random thoughtsWhy is it so selfish.......this world<br />It punishes us for doing good<br />YOU ARE BLAMED ALWAYS<br />No matter how good you were to them<br />Some don't even care...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3Wi8AC0nn2Zu3GcHcKP9vfOtOCNLv4xyT49d9k81_nlbHXc6gF8lWBiqnBu8fyTa4S7I-1dHMey8EKO6KZ3ZHXKWdbFPQuviXZEoEQUc5Dao3aDxi2jksP5mPavsNW6Jbu6zBDsdvPiF/s1600-h/Z12aikza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3Wi8AC0nn2Zu3GcHcKP9vfOtOCNLv4xyT49d9k81_nlbHXc6gF8lWBiqnBu8fyTa4S7I-1dHMey8EKO6KZ3ZHXKWdbFPQuviXZEoEQUc5Dao3aDxi2jksP5mPavsNW6Jbu6zBDsdvPiF/s320/Z12aikza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205126374803403474" border="0" /></a><br />But, it hurts... it hurts when people repay you like this....<br />Repay you for what?<br />Repay you for doing something good to it!!<br /><br />Never expect is what they say......<br />Okie fine I don't expect it to do any good for me......<br />But, i never expected this too....<br />But, that's how it is..<br />you are stuck into it.....<br />waiting for someone who would free you<br />But when will everything become fine....<br /><br />This world mocks at me....<br />Me for going through all this.....<br />I do not expect any good from this world<br />This is a selfish world.... this is so.....<br />Selfish n ruthless as always.....Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-7473338186007920872008-05-27T11:05:00.000-07:002008-05-27T11:10:42.539-07:00FEEL ME AROUND.........Whenever you are smiling <br />And blooming with happiness<br />You might not see me around<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZQkFn5qJWCY2Hr2mlVW1ocYqL4zFna_U5dT_KpIeKcfqit5aZY1s1Z-I8yYk0qzcPMCwj7vdU0CAgpWPwEuGlmGqYgt_f9t1LiRes27hJoMisatb-knJmUy-dLvCZat2555WgwjHbhXV/s1600-h/Z3de0g8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZQkFn5qJWCY2Hr2mlVW1ocYqL4zFna_U5dT_KpIeKcfqit5aZY1s1Z-I8yYk0qzcPMCwj7vdU0CAgpWPwEuGlmGqYgt_f9t1LiRes27hJoMisatb-knJmUy-dLvCZat2555WgwjHbhXV/s320/Z3de0g8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205121603094737602" border="0" /></a><br />Whenever you are with your closer ones<br />Celebrating and enjoying all through<br />You might again not find me aroun'<br /><br />Whenever success comes in your way<br />And you are progressing day by day<br />I might not be visible again<br /><br />But, whenever there are difficult times around<br />Which makes you sad at times<br />You might not see me , but, feel me aroundSimmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-48693308582387637912008-02-06T08:30:00.000-08:002008-02-06T08:50:19.138-08:00CHANGING TIMES<div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things that used to be</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Have all now changed precisely</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Better did it use to be</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But, now, bitter it is....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why do things change?</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffBvpYz9KCSS49nEezSSYM9Jk4I0z4vi4kA-7whqI5ILUwij0gds2yqbEIjfKfxKtW4tkSfL_oc7UkOsnom4DGf1iUrM07TiyF2nvU9uc6-HAU9KyxdoeNfEfJFC81ocFIE0KCxVzMm7b/s1600-h/ATcAAABCXaGDAF4frkBapb7tMaiFD501J-sfnui7ic9lo9MbR-uFGKIqkfDXvmQW4s1RrwHtaFngO39UG3c8j66bveviAJtU9VCQPvba67Q-YIgeVyCf7_fbJkN7Sg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffBvpYz9KCSS49nEezSSYM9Jk4I0z4vi4kA-7whqI5ILUwij0gds2yqbEIjfKfxKtW4tkSfL_oc7UkOsnom4DGf1iUrM07TiyF2nvU9uc6-HAU9KyxdoeNfEfJFC81ocFIE0KCxVzMm7b/s320/ATcAAABCXaGDAF4frkBapb7tMaiFD501J-sfnui7ic9lo9MbR-uFGKIqkfDXvmQW4s1RrwHtaFngO39UG3c8j66bveviAJtU9VCQPvba67Q-YIgeVyCf7_fbJkN7Sg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163910474624952162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When they shouldn't be</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feelings of anguish creep on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When the old times are remembered upon</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How nice it was together</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whatever be the weather</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We always had great pleasure</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But, now you do not seem to be bothered</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hardly we meet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seldom we greet</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For hours we used to talk</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But, now, ticking fast is the clock</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You haven't got few minutes to spare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You seem to hardly care</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best friends we used to be</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But, now, I can feel you going away from me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Still waiting for you I am</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hoping one day you will come back</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alone, a lot alone do I feel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hopeless, dejected and without any zeal</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Will I be ever healed?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Or should I long to be killed?</span><br /></span></div>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-48510298297211065512008-01-25T06:25:00.000-08:002008-01-29T04:27:34.816-08:00THE LAST WALK<div style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >A tribute to my grandfather<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >It was my last walk with him.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Arxhrai2_hMSVJul9XtBeWbll1EOC34LE2Dv8VS3RS64XXHVHWtQ4t3UJVyxdjtQWsx7VlnpgDeebxQxThmQrVXzwWxIwJECj8U9F0ZYtR0RygvuMjXYzeIblIy7nxdAfSVmOXvkwGm8/s1600-h/105497597685.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Arxhrai2_hMSVJul9XtBeWbll1EOC34LE2Dv8VS3RS64XXHVHWtQ4t3UJVyxdjtQWsx7VlnpgDeebxQxThmQrVXzwWxIwJECj8U9F0ZYtR0RygvuMjXYzeIblIy7nxdAfSVmOXvkwGm8/s320/105497597685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159427370581518146" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Holidaying in Kerala, I was,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >in my father's home,<br />where my grandpa lived almost all alone<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >It was hardly noon,<br />My grandpa held out his hand,<br />'Take me out,' he said<br />I did so ,but, unwilling I was,<br />murmuring and muttering to myself</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >indicating my displeasure<br /><br />He grabbed my hand,<br />and set out like a toddling child.<br />I was his walking stick,<br />I was his support.<br /><br />He experienced a new world,<br />Trapped in the room he was,<br />starin' out and serachin' for someone<br />But, hardly did a soul care.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />He let my hand go free,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >touched the leaves of a tree,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >balancing himself he tried to feel.<br />And soon passed off a breeze.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Irritated I was, and longed to return<br />As a child I was, but, too heartless I was.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >In my selfishness, I wished to snatch away his happiness....<br />His joy on seeing the new world aroun' him<br /><br />We returned soon , on my pestering.<br />After a few days, so, did I returned to my city....<br />Years passed... , and came the news,<br />he had met his end,<br />the search was over,<br />finally free he was ,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >As no more alive he was!<br /><br />Shameful and sorry still I feel,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFNwBDlqlv_tqsJ4LidIhsabTuwkH-jhMFLLpPk4A_vhU8bR7uT7dKe_sE6k-jniD7WbJuwJ22l9oIzfuX7yUuBZ1DaU9EKV3j2vlMl0dJr96zq6lufea-zt29fyX5l46wMLYIeke-x5M/s1600-h/ATcAAABU-Q4EMHuABlRvkQZ5R21hj4pwqvjavpFmbUBjkkP0m4LkupsMzYvNJXqx9wjzGoDXAZfHE5jG8jyuFOfjGYT1AJtU9VAmfOp3BXR9AYV7xx8Gbq2NCfVt0Q.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFNwBDlqlv_tqsJ4LidIhsabTuwkH-jhMFLLpPk4A_vhU8bR7uT7dKe_sE6k-jniD7WbJuwJ22l9oIzfuX7yUuBZ1DaU9EKV3j2vlMl0dJr96zq6lufea-zt29fyX5l46wMLYIeke-x5M/s320/ATcAAABU-Q4EMHuABlRvkQZ5R21hj4pwqvjavpFmbUBjkkP0m4LkupsMzYvNJXqx9wjzGoDXAZfHE5jG8jyuFOfjGYT1AJtU9VAmfOp3BXR9AYV7xx8Gbq2NCfVt0Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159427795783280466" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >when i remember the day,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >when i was his walking stick,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >I was his support.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Tears roll down my eyes,<br />when i remember the day,<br />when i denied him his happiness,<br />his few minutes of joy,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" >For so heartless i was.<br /><br />That was my last walk with</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">him!</span></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-53428903351623229742007-12-14T06:08:00.000-08:002008-01-21T05:42:57.465-08:00My friend...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXpLY0cL4r99g8XpI92dTNTJxd7weiNOJcfNsBHU4ojW1XoIc0YDVlteHEvTX92Sek-RdLPPxU81guqe9GeGRFK2fKd1gwNhXuwUT4zebNWm_3MMk1HhPyHR6NjEi_gl8SZ70BQH8erNH/s1600-h/736058407.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXpLY0cL4r99g8XpI92dTNTJxd7weiNOJcfNsBHU4ojW1XoIc0YDVlteHEvTX92Sek-RdLPPxU81guqe9GeGRFK2fKd1gwNhXuwUT4zebNWm_3MMk1HhPyHR6NjEi_gl8SZ70BQH8erNH/s320/736058407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156850753024558930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">There was a time when you were not aroun'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">And i realized that I have lost somethin' which may not be again foun'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">But, this fear didn't last too long...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">'Coz you returned and made me strong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">You are someone whom I respect..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Yoy are someone for whom I care....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">When I need a friend you are always there..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">You are someone with whom, everything I can share.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Whenever you are depressed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">and problems are around</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I wish that I was a magician....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">....with a wand in my hand</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">In one stroke I may fill your life with joy</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2nJ6fPCPYaSiqBBRQ-rXIDnCvyM45hdnCgk4XJ3ErEHrg3g-zIlBe7oRqJkHtWCYw7Mb558fjcazZPPTbBg375Eq9Hk-AJLvbuIAuWOfLWgs0gQKPFrWe1caFbDOsBkA06ENHbF1wlemf/s1600-h/736058406.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2nJ6fPCPYaSiqBBRQ-rXIDnCvyM45hdnCgk4XJ3ErEHrg3g-zIlBe7oRqJkHtWCYw7Mb558fjcazZPPTbBg375Eq9Hk-AJLvbuIAuWOfLWgs0gQKPFrWe1caFbDOsBkA06ENHbF1wlemf/s320/736058406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157924658057316258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Instead of letting it to be destroyed.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">But, as a mere human being, to no good I am</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">And, hence, can only ask you to always smile.......</span>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-89977468263575860412007-09-28T07:07:00.000-07:002008-01-18T08:18:29.372-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvABFxuPIgYmGNxfgkqoUKE43W9VA1YTX-YwBd8BilIYQUHVEKdeXXmUQy6gWkyhIORQURUEyGYEC8IDLV-mF0IAj916llHws_uc4Xils4PabaV7TBUykidkAj6BdYue53XTui2BIVMon-/s1600-h/ATgAAAAx2fJfRVCwOrGPMp9hSL7vbECZq9FLRuqFbpLUJywmOFXC54adEWpS7E04c1XtpIikYB9YN_U9QOo3UrrCS5RBAJtU9VDdoPft_gWNIxHsYRdAe0OpdwGdXg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvABFxuPIgYmGNxfgkqoUKE43W9VA1YTX-YwBd8BilIYQUHVEKdeXXmUQy6gWkyhIORQURUEyGYEC8IDLV-mF0IAj916llHws_uc4Xils4PabaV7TBUykidkAj6BdYue53XTui2BIVMon-/s320/ATgAAAAx2fJfRVCwOrGPMp9hSL7vbECZq9FLRuqFbpLUJywmOFXC54adEWpS7E04c1XtpIikYB9YN_U9QOo3UrrCS5RBAJtU9VDdoPft_gWNIxHsYRdAe0OpdwGdXg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156851667852593010" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" >FUTURE PEEK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" ></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chapter 1</span></strong><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" >YEAR - 2447</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">'Our earth sustained the major havocs in the past yearsą„¤One of the major incidents was that of the World War III which occured in the year 2,107. It was a nuclear war and caused destruction all over the world. Many countries could not even be traced. They were removed from the face of the earth.Only minor areas of countries like India, Pakistan,U.K, France and U.S. sustained. People overcame this shock with a great deal of difficulty. But, it was of no avail as after a few years nature spelled disaster. Due to global warming and other factors the weather of our planet underwent a drastic change. People faced extreme and harsh summers and winters. People died, living was next to impossible. But, the word impossible itself spells as i m possible and so humans found out a way to sustain again. Science and technology took a step forward to embrace life. A few thousand people survived the wrath of nature. Most of the parts of our earth became desolate and lifeless,' I read silently while running my fingers over 'The History of the Earth'. ' And now again we are here to face something. Something which is a hindrance between us and life,' I thought. I glanced onto my watch and winded up everything quickly. I kept the book back on the rack where it originally belonged to.<br />I pressed one of the buttons on my watch and I was soon sucked into the atmosphere.... I got a feeling of too many interstices around me. I was feeling sick, but, soon to my relief... I reached my room..and then, suddenly something sprang on me and it was then, I realized that it was not 'something' , but, 'someone'.... It was my best friend - Bozoo. It is my pet dog. "Bozoo , get off from me. I am not your dinner tonight," I retorted pushing him aside and helping myself to my feet again.<br /><br /></span></strong><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" ></span></strong>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036762578952380401.post-3030121957407033902007-09-28T06:43:00.000-07:002008-01-21T05:52:17.207-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIp7cwaei_ZzwuIXQs3jJDZIhH1KXfB982KbNEePYs19XkvVyjgqY8-2uXwWT9-2hyCj4YVpsP72pJyWvKTrzrMsaIy78gtfyK4M-C9xxVR50AgJKR55LtgVsVyMrUBzAHYAUd5eSangt/s1600-h/30598905.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIp7cwaei_ZzwuIXQs3jJDZIhH1KXfB982KbNEePYs19XkvVyjgqY8-2uXwWT9-2hyCj4YVpsP72pJyWvKTrzrMsaIy78gtfyK4M-C9xxVR50AgJKR55LtgVsVyMrUBzAHYAUd5eSangt/s320/30598905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156851186816255842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >ALONE, ALL ALONE!</span></strong></strong></em></span><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Alone, all alone , that's what I am,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">To whom should I spill my beans?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">With whom should I share my keens?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">All I have is a sheet of paper,</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_MdobpifiG5F2HXG7g39oGVv2kBDM24gGg8eRcUIuOd6dwDjJ1u4DUz-N6NsSrEm1uAilGpqPWbklDZvWQk-P1ydyLja-RZUzpJ33ZuYewKftmFxz4Hb3NIl18fqqZ-_IAoCveN3qMw1/s1600-h/ATcAAACgodGFj1Wh4NM0-68ONDhMesCM7HzHObHKZPG2a5KH-vI6g8Fp2_pFNw6FET4xxjSicK5bEGABxe2-y50j91WoAJtU9VBjrBloprYBPnWTLT5MsjxhrPsHWw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_MdobpifiG5F2HXG7g39oGVv2kBDM24gGg8eRcUIuOd6dwDjJ1u4DUz-N6NsSrEm1uAilGpqPWbklDZvWQk-P1ydyLja-RZUzpJ33ZuYewKftmFxz4Hb3NIl18fqqZ-_IAoCveN3qMw1/s320/ATcAAACgodGFj1Wh4NM0-68ONDhMesCM7HzHObHKZPG2a5KH-vI6g8Fp2_pFNw6FET4xxjSicK5bEGABxe2-y50j91WoAJtU9VBjrBloprYBPnWTLT5MsjxhrPsHWw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157925242172868530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">On which I can pen down what I feel.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I wish it would talk to me,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I wish it would respond to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But, all it does, is to lend an ear to me.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">There is so much of hustle and bustle around.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But, no one to have a quiet word with me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Helpless and dejected do I feel...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But with whom should I share my keens.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">As all I have is a sheet of paper,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">which cannot console me.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij21PB3V3kryEvvJ8YG61Uf4U0MrmslSZGxFIut3ulVV-_tgW9oqmzYEWJDOjU6GUpIr8Df0bCYT6sfYEq9QaX3SqGh49yHX_OIAC1VZWFyoQMCw6hMWQih2n_4AIDMNdaLHhedn2v9myh/s1600-h/736058404.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij21PB3V3kryEvvJ8YG61Uf4U0MrmslSZGxFIut3ulVV-_tgW9oqmzYEWJDOjU6GUpIr8Df0bCYT6sfYEq9QaX3SqGh49yHX_OIAC1VZWFyoQMCw6hMWQih2n_4AIDMNdaLHhedn2v9myh/s320/736058404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157927217857824722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">That's what I am, a</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">lone</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">all alone in my teens.</span>Simmy Georgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446458321253894402noreply@blogger.com5