tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12322441562962914802024-03-13T16:30:10.902+05:30Thinking AnaghaThis is a blog about my thoughts. Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-68139606175776607142020-04-04T20:06:00.000+05:302020-06-14T21:25:16.129+05:30Corontine.. Isolation.. aren't we already alone?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The dark side of humans is a well known fact. The damage we have done to the environment, the damage we have done to so many species of plants and animals, and the damage we have done to us in turn is all known to us. In times of calamity like an earthquake, volcano eruptions, famine, floods, tsunami, storm, hailstones, heavy snowfall, and in times of man made calamity like the acid attacks, murders, rape, firings, shootings, bombings, nuclear bombs, we all, the human race, starts dreading for our lives and start repenting for the mistakes we have made. When we fall sick, be it the normal fever, or an infection or pneumonia, malaria, dengue, cancer, heart attack, we start living by each day as it comes, wait for us to heal and to get back to our "normal" lives. And there our many others among us living each day battling basic ability to see, hear, read, walk, talk, have difficulty in limbs, have difficulty in peeing or pooping or doing even in the lame day to day tasks which we take for granted. We the humans of 21st century are the most selfish, thankless, materialistic, hoarders, loathing creatures in the whole human history. We talk about technological innovation, the economy it's boost or the recession, third world war, movies but not about kindness, love, compassion, human values. "Man is the only species in the planet, who kills another man"!<br />
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At this time of isolation, at this time of quarantine, at this time of spending time at home, instead of focusing of all the good things in lives, of all the things we have been fortunate to have and are blessed to take for granted, what we focus on? Politics? Economy? Belittling someone, laughing over someone who is scared to death, or even boasting about how India is in a better state than Italy because of our "immune genes"! We are still this condescending, only grown physically adults but mentally still those bullies in school who enjoy the sadistic pleasure over someone else's misery.<br />
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Somehow the philosophy we 90's kids know from the famous song "Ek pal ka Jeena" that we have come alone on this earth empty handed and will leave one day empty handed without taking this materialistic world with us, is seemed to have forgotten! Each and every day with all the social media pictures, the statuses, the travel stories, the onsite opportunities, the new clothes, the new phone, the money we earn, we keep spending it. We do not save it for the rainy day because either we are too much into "Living in the moment" or we are too busy shopping for something we always seem to need without even thinking about whether we really need it, why do we need it and what impact it is going to have on the environment, our children, or all of us in terms of our health.</div>
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Be it the car, or the best car which uses maximum engine and travels minimum distance, emits maximum pollution, or the air travel we keep doing for our holidays which amount for a major carbon footprint or even in the plastic bottle we just buy because we are thirsty and are so hygienic that we refuse to drink the running water from a tap. Each person can think about everyone else, and be compassionate towards others by talking softly, trying not to hurt somebody else's feelings just because you are hurt, or angry. We do not know struggles of any one and we cannot judge a book by it's cover.</div>
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Now, that we are at home, we still can't do that without throwing a tantrum, without being impossible to handle, without being lazy, without being irritating, without abusing someone random on the internet, without trolling someone for their stupidity in the name of awareness, without the self loathing of how great and good we are and how stupid and idiot other people are.</div>
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We all are humans!! We make mistakes, we are stupid and we need to accept that about each other. We can only keep learning and keep getting better. As humans, we keep learning, keep experiencing and keep getting better every day. Some people consciously try to do it and some do not but we still learn. Punishing someone for their state of mind or for the way they reacted because they were not thinking is a way for them to correct themselves and not let it happen again but what's done is done. Instead of torturing another human, we can concentrate our energies into making this situation better. Talking about it helps, but emotionally targeting someone is not going to help anyone.</div>
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We are so used to people, quarantine is not something we do when the calamities occur. Our instinct is to be close to loved ones, help one another, be there for each other's support, hug / kiss our loved ones and tell them every thing will be alright. But this is exactly opposite of what our instincts tell us. We have to stay away. We have to be alone and stay where we are instead of moving countries or cities to be with family. But our instincts tell us to go home and what can you do about it? How can you stop someone wanting to see their mother and visit their motherland and a time where people are falling sick and there is no solution for the #COVID-19. We can only pray that we stay healthy and can overcome this</div>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-88535024717871723172018-10-15T18:03:00.000+05:302018-10-15T20:13:20.405+05:30Blind Date, eh?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If someone asks me, how does the idea of going on a blind date sound?<br />
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I would say... Interesting but not very practical.</div>
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Imagine if the date turns out to be totally boring? </div>
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There are so many weird kinds of people in the world. What if my date is a serial killer or some psychological maniac? What if he is a terrorist or a spy?</div>
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Well, the probability of these things happening might be very low but am I ready to take that risk to meet a person without knowing whom I am meeting. Especially, when we wouldn't be able to scan their social media profiles before we meet, or chat a bit to check if the person is trustworthy, interesting and not a creep or pervert.</div>
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The next question I am asked is what if you go out on a blind date with the world, instead?</div>
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Exploring the world. I always wanted to do that. </div>
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Will it have the same risks as meeting a person?</div>
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Well yes and no.</div>
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I mean, yes there are those threats of it being a risky place but aren't we at risk anywhere we are already? I would love to travel and explore the world!</div>
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The place might help me complete some of the things I have in my bucket list. I might even experience some things which are unknown to me. Like in a bucket list we want to experience the known things whose experience is unknown to us. Wouldn't it be more wonderful to just experience unknown things whose experience is unknown, ofcourse? That would be a first.</div>
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Isn't that just life? Throwing it's experiences towards us while we don't have a clue over what the outcome is going to be and why we are feeling these unknown, unfamiliar feelings. These situations.. these firsts.. actually help us understand who we are as a person really. </div>
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Self exploration to know the real me.</div>
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Umm.. all of this sounds inspiring, thrilling but am I open-minded enough to actually go about it?</div>
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First of all, how do I imagine a blind list?</div>
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I mean I close my eyes and imagine..........</div>
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I am in the Cartoon Network world!</div>
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A land full of my favourite cartoon characters, a very very happy place, lot of children around. A world full of innocence and love. A world where the good guys always win! Games, smiles, laughter and so many new and weird things which happen in the cartoon world. A cat and a rat play and fight but the cat doesn't prey on the rat like in Tom and Jerry. A world full of stones but high end technologies like the Flintstones! And the most important thing a 2 dimensional world! A world where the third dimension siezes to exist. So many colours, characters I would greet, see and meet. Mickey mouse, Scrooge McDuck, Aladdin, Genie, Baloo and so many others.<br />
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Laughing, singing, living lives joyfully, being a businessman or a pilot! This travel will be so inspiring. Back to childhood, would be such an enriching experience!)</div>
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It would bring out the child in me and as a child I would know myself even better as they say, most of our personalities is hidden in the first seven years of life. That inner child in me will come out and I would explore myself while going about this new experience of exploration.</div>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-28720005346903475382018-03-04T16:02:00.000+05:302018-03-04T16:33:57.657+05:30Life is a game and family is a team!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The ability to take your own decisions is freedom.<br />
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Life moves on. But again, someday this happens.</div>
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Since, they got away with it earlier they do it again. There are fights, clashes, resentments, all the family drama and yet again, life moves on. </div>
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The bond grows weak but it doesn't matter since, family is family. Family stays amongst all crisis and yet again, this happens. </div>
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The least one person can do is give the respect to others by considering their opinion. They also have the right to expression. When a person is heard and not neglected, then even though the decision made is opposite, that feeling to be a part of the whole Process like a team, stays and the bond grows stronger.</div>
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A family is really a team of players. All the players have their role to play. Each player has it's strengths and weaknesses and we as a team can overcome the weaknesses and optimize the strengths. Yet, these simple rules of game aren't well applied in life and members are neglected with a rough team leader who doesn't even brother to take player's views into consideration and the whole team spirit declines. The overall mood and atmosphere of the play becomes gruesome and people just feel like leaving this team and joining some other. The only difference is in reality one cannot or does not defy their own blood.</div>
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Maybe to become the better person or not to be the worse person. Maybe to just take life as it goes or maybe just concentrate on individual game. Players or family members keep playing, the choice is just to be the player. Some try to be the leader and try to lead the rest of the team with positive approach but well, there are still times when the main leader suddenly drops a bomb, a decision which again affects all and leaves everyone dissatisfied. Again, that other leader picks everyone up and keeps playing. </div>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-30909452476008300892018-02-23T12:22:00.001+05:302018-02-27T22:57:13.770+05:30Massacrenhas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Content is always important to me and without a right story which clicks, I wouldn't like a show/movie even if everything else works.<br />
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#Breathe on #AmazonPrime<br />
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Although, it reminded me of GoT due to the musical instruments used, the familiarity felt good. The music added that extra edge and keeps the mood and the feel of the show going.<br />
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The Pace of the show maintains the right balance of being fast enough and cut unnecessary scenes or dialogues and slow in places not to miss the nuances.<br />
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All characters shown were presented with their back story and situation. This helps to understand what every character is going through and their mindsets.<br />
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Ofcourse, acting, story telling, ideas, dialogues, shots are very well done but I wouldn't go in knit picking since, I absolutely loved it and rated it 10.👌<br />
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Please pledge for organ donation and even stem cell donation. I am a donor too.<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-45910783076403612762018-01-11T20:55:00.000+05:302018-02-18T16:24:37.891+05:30Blame Game<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Man is a social animal and being that we as people form societies, live in a family, work together, progress together.<br />
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Humanity is about helping each other and growing together. Solving each other's problems by not just looking at a smaller picture but actually looking at the larger picture from a bigger point of view.<br />
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As so happens, we tend to forget that and look at the immediate action or react to the slightest of things without knowing the implications.<br />
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When it comes to work, the whole aim should be to deliver with good quality and maintaining transparency in the system, so that all individuals who are part of fulfilling the aim are satisfied and encouraged to go ahead.<br />
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Somehow that doesn't seem to work. We don't live in the perfect world. When things are expected to be perfect at other end then isn't it a taken that things are already perfect in the start.<br />
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Yet, without a proper system in place things are expected to go proper and if not the blame game starts.<br />
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It's like passing the parcel.<br />
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No one wants to take ownership.<br />
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No one will acknowledge a mistake.<br />
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Acknowledgement should be the start of it. Here's where we went wrong and this will not happen and for that a proper process will be followed.<br />
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Systems are available, so many tools are available, freely in the market but they are not being utilised.<br />
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People don't want to accept the change.<br />
They don't want to do a direct communication of a finding. They just want to save their own a**.<br />
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This monetary world is making us slaves and bad people without us realising. We are unnecessary troubling fellow humans and increasing everyone's stress levels.<br />
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In today's world, people aren't stressed because they have lot of work. They aren't stressed because they are incapable to do it.<br />
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The stress is due to unnecessary mental pressure which is due to this blame game.<br />
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'Raghukul reet sada chali ayi pran jaye par vachan na jaye'.</div>
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Words have no meaning unless they are written.<br />
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And yes, because when the blame game starts, how to prove you are innocent?<br />
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Even in court, when even the judge can understand that who is innocent, a proof is needed to prove.</div>
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It isn't the other way round, where you are innocent until proven guilty. Even though, it is supposed to be.<br />
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Such is the world we live in. Is this really the right approach towards things?<br />
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Are we promoting a right attitude?<br />
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Is this how, we are going to progress? By blaming one another?<br />
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Why are we so afraid?<br />
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What is that will happen if things are transparent?<br />
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Things will be out in open and we can resolve them. Otherwise, it will just get messier and stressful for all of us. </div>
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Leaving us all unsatisfied, drained and miserable people who cannot look at their children in the eyes and teach them good things or look into the mirror and face this stranger who has forgotten being human, in this never ending race where no one knows where they are heading.</div>
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Why should I message first?</div>
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How does it matter who messages in friendship?</div>
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Our mind fights within itself to decide upon such things of what we want and what we should do. What do we actually end up doing..?</div>
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Whether to go by what heart says or by the brain?<br />
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In most emotional relationships going by the heart works since we leave our ego aside and be ourselves.</div>
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But, in some circumstances, the heart is very selfish. It would empathise with the other person but still fail to accept and understand...</div>
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The brain tries to control it. Even tries to rationalize by reminding past experiences and lessons learnt. </div>
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Actually, change?</div>
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See someone else's point of view?</div>
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Heart v/s brain as we may call it or our mind versus our innermost desires. Who wins?</div>
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Who should win?</div>
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Whatever you choose, you have to face the consequences.</div>
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Either the wrath of hurting someone or the pain of your own aching heart.</div>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-52910429396216152682017-10-09T11:34:00.000+05:302017-10-09T12:48:19.560+05:30Gratitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">When any other person, maybe a friend, a family member or an acquaintance does something kind, this feeling of Gratitude fills up our heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Living in times, where we need to be realists; when we have been betrayed, used or just looked upon as an opportunity to gain something. When somebody does a kind act, it overwhelms us. It may not be tangible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> A kind word, keeping company, spending time or treating each other as family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Small gestures, few words, big heart and open arms. <---^_^---></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As kids, we get all these things without even asking or craving for it. People are just waiting to make us smile and take us in their arms. We don't have to work for it or even earn it. Then, when we start growing up, we start taking these things for granted and don't value them as much. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We have things to focus on. Have a goal in life. Work upon it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We have to do so many things. Perform chores, be independent. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We have to grow in our careers. We have to work on our talents. Yes, we have to be there for the family. Give them time. We do all these things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Some things we do for others too. Help them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Do we really do it for them?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We are selfish beings and there is no such thing as being selfless because, every act we do, even though, for others, is a selfish act, as it gives us some kind of happiness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We are honest and good individuals not just for society but also because we have to live with ourselves. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We make ourselves believe that we are doing a favor for somebody or helping them by being there but, that's not really the case.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It is our desire or wish too. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We want to be there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We expect the same from them, too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We expect. We get rejected at times, due to priorities and we get hurt. We understand. We empathize. We may fight, too. We may feel let down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We stop expecting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We grow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We become strong to these situations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We don't change ourselves or our behavior towards our people but we accept the fact that their priorities and attitudes are different. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We accept that they may not want the same things as us and we find some median if possible, in some cases and let it go, for others.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As we become realists, still believing in the good and kind, somewhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We try to be kind as much possible to try to make a difference, even if it's little. So, that our faith stays in this ruthless competitive race everyone seems to be on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Then, there is this moment. When someone else does a kind gesture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It can be as small as someone pulling a door for you, when your hands are full or someone lending a ear to your rants. Someone, genuinely inquiring 'How have you been?' or someone, lending you a book you wanted to read. Some praising you behind your backs, or some planning a trip or party for you. Someone, appreciating to your efforts or someone criticizing you without making you defensive. Someone, letting you use something they gave you for a little while more or someone,trying to encourage your talent. Someone, consoling you when you are down or someone, giving a pat on the back when well deserved. Someone, accompanying you for a movie you wanted to watch or someone, helping you search something like a job, house, phone, car, accessory or a dress you want.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So many things, our people keep doing for us, every day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">They encourage us, feel proud about us, love us. Most of all, they treat us as family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">They give us the most important thing they have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">They are family. And, even if we have so many, we want all. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It hurts us, to purposefully leave or not talk to someone due to any reason.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Since, it takes two, we move on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And, every time someone does a kind gesture, we are thankful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Thankful for keeping our hopes up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Yet, we do not express it. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We know, we should. But, we don't.</span><br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-12621312725634798122017-08-09T13:03:00.002+05:302017-08-09T21:12:49.233+05:30Reservations in Maharashtra,India and Maratha Kranti Morcha <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2010 study of 16 of India’s biggest states did look at the effect on poverty in
backward groups of their getting quotas of representatives, from 1960 to 2000.
The report’s authors, Aimee Chin and Nishith Prakash, say theirs is the only
study ever to ask how an affirmative -action policy, of any sort, has affected
poverty in India. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Their conclusion: for “scheduled tribes”, who are conveniently crowded near one
another on electoral maps, greater political clout has indeed led to a small
drop in poverty. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But for the “scheduled castes”, by contrast, it has made absolutely no
difference at all.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
various quotas have partly achieved their most basic tasks. In public jobs
members of backward groups claim more posts than of old. Dalits had just 1.6%
of the most senior (“Group A”) civil servant positions in 1965, for example.
That rose to 11.5% by 2011, not far off the 16% or so of the general population
that Dalits represent. The share is higher for more junior posts.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Judging a broader impact is harder. Very few Indians have formal jobs, let
alone government ones. “The [jobs] policy only matters for perhaps 2% of the
Indian work force”, points out Harsh Shrivastava of the World Development
Forum, a think-tank in Delhi. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Other than in tweaking quotas (to reflect the local size of a “scheduled”
population) states have never experimented, nor competed, to find out whether
their jobs policies have any wider, beneficial impact.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Worse,
the policy has probably helped to make India’s bureaucracy increasingly
rotten—and it was already one of the country’s greater burdens. An obsession
with making the ranks of public servants representative, not capable, makes it
too hard to sack dysfunctional or corrupt bureaucrats. In December 2012
parliament’s upper house passed a bill ordering that bureaucrats be promoted
not on merit alone, but to lift the backward castes faster.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">MARATHA
KRANTI MARCH</span></b></div>
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Demands</div>
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1. <b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">Punishment</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"> to
culprits in Kopardi rape and murder case.</span></div>
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2. <b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">Reservation</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"> in
education and government jobs.</span></div>
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With this request, the vested interests
of the political parties backing this protest has been exposed.</div>
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3. <b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">Implement</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"> recommendations
of </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Commission_on_Farmers" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;" title="National Commission on Farmers"><span style="color: #0b0080;">National Commission on Farmers</span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"> chaired by
Prof. </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M._S._Swaminathan" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;" title="M. S. Swaminathan"><span style="color: #0b0080;">M. S. Swaminathan</span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">.</span></div>
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4. <b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">Amendment</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"> in
Scheduled Caste and Scheduled Tribe (Prevention of Atrocities) Act, 1989 to
stop its </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scheduled_Caste_and_Scheduled_Tribe_(Prevention_of_Atrocities)_Act,_1989#Misuse" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;" title="Scheduled Caste and Scheduled Tribe (Prevention of Atrocities) Act, 1989"><span style="color: #0b0080;">misuse</span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">.</span></div>
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Other demands include loan waiver
schemes for Maratha farmers.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;">Appreciation</span><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
police are appreciating these silent marches for its discipline and cleanness.
Millions of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maratha" title="Maratha"><span style="color: #0b0080;">Maratha</span></a> joined this movement silently.
This is one of the World's Largest Peaceful Protest March. This protest brought
together <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maratha" title="Maratha"><span style="color: #0b0080;">Maratha</span></a> Community. Till date in various
regions across <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maharashtra" title="Maharashtra"><span style="color: #0b0080;">Maharashtra</span></a>, India
almost 20 to 30 Million people have actively participated in this march at
different location</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Justice Sawant, former chairman</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #737373; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Justice
Sawant stepped down from the post of chairman of a committee formed by the
morcha. This had followed a representation circulated by the morcha's leaders
to MLAs, MPs and other political heavyweights, claiming that the Justice Sawant
committee had suggested a repeal of the Atrocities Act, as well as pressing for
16 per cent reservation for Marathas. Justice Sawant, who was at the forefront
of designing a strategy to deal with the issues faced by the community, looks
pained when any reference to the committee crops up. Saying that he had not
even attended any of the committee's meetings, he asks how the morcha's leaders
could have named him as the architect of this point of view. "The
representation purported to suggest that [the demand to repeal the Atrocities
Act and the 16 per cent reservation] was the decision of the committee. I,
therefore, found myself in a quandary. These views-which were not mine-were
being presented as mine, since I was 'chairman' of the committee. I felt that
the situation would lead to untoward consequences, apart from the
misrepresentation of my views. Therefore, I took the step of freeing myself
from the responsibilities," he says.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #737373; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Justice
Sawant insists that the committee was formed without his knowledge, when active
leaders of the morcha met in Aurangabad in September. "They included my
name as chairman of the committee. I was not consulted. I understand some of
the other members of the committee were also not consulted. I learnt about it
through the press. However, in order to avoid misunderstandings and to honour
the sentiments of the people, I did not protest against my inclusion."</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #737373; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">According
to him, the Atrocities Act needs only an amendment to Section 9, which gives
police officers the authority to immediately arrest a person against whom an
FIR has been filed under this act. A method of fixing this, he says, is to
amend the act so that police officers are required to take permission from a
local magistrate before making an arrest. He also believes that getting
reservations for Marathas in educational institutes and government jobs will
first require several legal formalities to be taken care of .</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #737373; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">On
November 27, Justice Sawant had held a rally in Pune, aimed at persuading the
youth to look beyond the idea of reservations. "Even if [the Marathas] get
their reservations, only a very, very small proportion of the community will
benefit. The vast majority will remain deprived."</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">After
continuous growing protest in each city and millions of peoples participation
in each Maratha Kranti Morcha, on 13 October 2016 the Government of Maharashtra
took decision and</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Increased the upper limit of the Economically Backward Class (EBC) to Rupee
600,000 (Rupee 0.6 Million) and announced extension of monetary benefits under
this category to students from <a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics-and-nation/maharashtra-government-raises-ebc-limit-to-rs-6-lakh-with-a-rider/articleshow/54840497.cms" target="_blank">all castes. </a></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The students from the EBC category studying in all professional courses will be
eligible for the benefits such as fee reimbursement under the Rajshri Shahu
Maharaj Scheme, which was named after the Maratha king Rajshri Shahu of
Kolhapur who introduced reservation policy for the first time in his kingdom
Kolhapur State.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Announced schemes for children of
small land holding farmers under the Panjabrao Deshmukh Scheme. The children of
farmers with small land holding (2.5 Hectare for non-irrigated and 2 Hectare
for irrigated) will be given financial assistance to pay housing rents in
different cities. The upper limit for metros will be Rs. 30,000 a year, while
that for smaller cities, it will be Rs. 20,000 a year.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">In June 2017, a <a href="http://www.deccanchronicle.com/business/economy/250617/maharashtra-unveils-rs-34000-cr-loan-waiver-89-lakh-farmers-to-benefit.html" target="_blank">100% waiver scheme for farmers</a> has
been announced in Maharashtra.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Should
Reservations really be part of our system?</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Since,the
existing reservations have not made any major impact as per the studies.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Although, we appreciate the non violent nature
of the marches which may turn into a violent one (Chakka Jam) if the demands
are not met and of course, that will only impact more innocents. It maybe the
bureaucracy or some hidden agendas and conspiracy. It could be the grudges of
Marathas for the Dalits or vice versa. Just for the benefit of doubt, could they be a reverse psychology to abolish reservations all together?</span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We wonder when will the caste system be eradicated and we treat each other as Individuals.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We would be
happier if the marches were by Maharashtrians than just the Marathas.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The candle march held for Nirbhaya was not a
caste based one. All Indians demanded Justice.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The Dalits of the village wanted to take part in
the protest since they also felt the same which would probably have made the
protest even stronger but they were denied.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">So, are these marches really aiming at justice
for the rape victim? or is this another attempt of "Divide and Rule"
or in Little Finger's words, "Chaos is a ladder."</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Keep Thinking!</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">References:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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1.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reservation_in_India">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reservation_in_India</a></span><br />
2.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/maratha-agitation-maharashtra-kranti-morcha/1/855493.html">http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/maratha-agitation-maharashtra-kranti-morcha/1/855493.html</a></span><br />
3.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="http://www.deccanchronicle.com/business/economy/250617/maharashtra-unveils-rs-34000-cr-loan-waiver-89-lakh-farmers-to-benefit.html">http://www.deccanchronicle.com/business/economy/250617/maharashtra-unveils-rs-34000-cr-loan-waiver-89-lakh-farmers-to-benefit.html</a></span><br />
4.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maratha_Kranti_Morcha">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maratha_Kranti_Morcha</a></span><br />
5.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="https://www.economist.com/blogs/banyan/2013/06/affirmative-action">https://www.economist.com/blogs/banyan/2013/06/affirmative-action</a></span><br />
6.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/india-rape-murder-teenager-silent-protests-maharasthra-demonstration-inequality-a7346771.html">http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/india-rape-murder-teenager-silent-protests-maharasthra-demonstration-inequality-a7346771.html</a></span><br />
7.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-37538115">http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-37538115</a></span><br />
8.<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/mumbai-news/three-theories-behind-the-maratha-silent-protests/story-Mr8piR7gypI7AWAH4lgHgO.html">http://www.hindustantimes.com/mumbai-news/three-theories-behind-the-maratha-silent-protests/story-Mr8piR7gypI7AWAH4lgHgO.html</a></span><br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-52160669150630459182017-07-02T23:37:00.000+05:302017-07-03T00:23:53.453+05:30Believe in Love <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Of late, things are starting to seem too superficial. Relationships, love, marriage these words sound more of a narrative. Being practical and realist is the demand of this new world. Stop living in the fairytale they say. You never know what life may turn into. So, stop imagining and expecting a beautiful life or a partner they say. This does not really promise happiness but atleast you save yourself the heartache later.<br />
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Let us be Stubborn. We cannot stop believing in Love. Believing in the most wonderful of states that can ever exist and actually be felt by a human. Making you feel so human.<br />
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Love.<br />
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Yeah.. there are people who seem promising at the beginning who turn out to be jerks later and there are some with whom it just doesn't seem to workout. There are others who may not be as interested and there are those who can be just your friends.<br />
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Even after those heartbreaks. Even after the excruciating pain love can bring. Even after those awful times. We cannot stop believing in love. Love will always remain beautiful. One of the most beautiful feelings to have for someone. To be loved and to get love in return, not many people get to experience that.<br />
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And after experiencing it, how beautiful it is, we cannot just let that feeling go.<br />
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We want to have it again. And not just the innocent teenager love but the mature one which just grows in time.<br />
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The one that makes you feel alive and to be thankful for each day.<br />
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The one that makes you feel lucky to have him/her by your side.<br />
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If true love had been vanished, why would they be making movies about it yet. Why would people still go out and pay for the same boy meets girl, girl meets boy and they fall in love thing again.<br />
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If there wasn't real love, wouldn't the world be collapsing already? Haha, that's exaggerating.<br />
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But, there are real couples who are lucky and also mature enough to handle each other. To accept each other and care for each other.<br />
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There are people who truly not only believe in it but also abide by it their whole lives. They make sacrifices small or big ones, just for their loved ones.<br />
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Be a cynic. Be a realist. Or be a romantic. It's your choice.<br />
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Don't stop believing in love. It's one of the most powerful and liberating feelings felt. Pain and sadness do come along. It's just how we learn to deal with it.<br />
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Believe in Love.<br />
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Keep loving. Keep believing. Keep thinking.<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-68355115528710967962017-06-19T01:21:00.000+05:302017-06-19T01:59:46.555+05:30You are the introvert who wants to stay alone.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You are the introvert who wants to stay alone. I am the extrovert who wouldn't want to let you go. It's ok if we do not speak any words. It's ok if you do not share, for now.<br />
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Will it be ok, if I hugged you? If I could just sniff you. Your smell.<br />
If I could feel that warmth.<br />
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I do not know how to leave you alone. I do not understand.<br />
As an extrovert, I wouldn't want to be abandoned.<br />
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Those rules don't apply to you. I know.<br />
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To be with yourself, with something you have been going through. You want to be alone in your own company, doesn't mean you are lonely. You do not need me.<br />
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You may come along after contemplating. And even share those things that bothered you. Your insights.<br />
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For now, you want that space.<br />
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I am sorry. Would it be ok, if we hugged and not speak a word?<br />
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You could contemplate in my arms.<br />
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That is too much to be asking for at this moment.<br />
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It pains me to let you go and just be, even if it is the right thing.<br />
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Why do I always be selfish and not think about you?<br />
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Cause your solace is in not having a talk.<br />
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I wish it was as easy for you as it is for me.<br />
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I make it tougher cause of the hurt I feel.<br />
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Why is it tough to give you that peace?<br />
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Why do I bother you and make you a beast?<br />
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Is it my concern, care or love? Whatever it is, it's useless as it hurts. Either ways one of us is hurt. Then, why isn't it me but I choose to hurt you instead?<br />
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What do I say more, could I get a hug?<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-80961884085081245962017-04-23T16:47:00.001+05:302017-04-23T17:12:25.029+05:30When do we wake up?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Azaan controversy of Sonu Nigam attracted a lot of criticism from people about how he should have been more considerate while speaking his point; about how he sounded rude, how it was a religious attack.<br />
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He was annoyed of waking up early due to the loud sound.<br />
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Some people blame the government for everything. They want a bill for defining the decibels.<br />
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Why can't we be responsible ourselves and stop polluting the environment in any form? Why do we need a rule to tame us from doing something wrong? I mean even if it is legal/illegal, we know it's bothersome. The recent event of a spiritual leader spoilt our rivers for decades. The blame was put on the officials who passed the order to carry out the event. But, in any social events we organize, isn't it our responsibility to make sure, anybody/environment is not harmed in any way? On new year event in Bengaluru, wasn't it the responsibility of the people who were part of the event, to stop girls being molested instead of waiting for police to do their jobs?<br />
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Why do we turn a blind eye towards our ethical responsibility? We do not empathize the sick, the poor or the weak. We do not care about the trees, the birds, the beauty. Why ?<br />
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We are humans. We are blessed with a brain which can create miracles and if used properly, we can live in harmony without harming the environment. But, we never think about anyone else. We do not think about the impact of our actions. The effect that it creates. Take an instance, of the loud horns of certain vehicles. There have been instances where you feel defeaning if a horn is honked. But, unless he/she is legally obliged to follow any rule regarding the decibels of horns, unless generating a fear of getting jailed/fined for the act, he/she will never learn. We are so unapologetic and selfish about everything that we need the legal systems to make us realize that somethings are wrong and unacceptable.<br />
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Do we ever need to teach people like dhoni/sachin/rahul dravid to play a fair play or not to do something which can ever be bothersome to others? No. They are intelligent and responsible citizens who probably take more care about the people and environment around them. Why don't we idealize people like that? Why don't we see the good and be influenced by it instead of just blindly following, even copying, what we find cool?<br />
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When are we going to start thinking about the implications we have as a human and prove that that's makes us human; rather than saying mistakes make us human.<br />
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Why?<br />
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When do wake up in the actual sense and think about our actions?<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-91287607357972475692017-04-22T10:42:00.002+05:302017-05-17T21:06:09.219+05:30What's a Half Girlfriend?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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More and more relationships these days have "it's complicated" status. These complexities can be many: one sided love, not so sure, lack of trust, lack of commitment and yes, the friendzoned ones.<br />
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These relationships have strong friendships. And when it's between a boy and a girl; Strong friendships sometimes, become more. </div>
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The bond is strong and there is respect; we know we won't hurt the other person by saying anything mean.</div>
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The basic foundation of a romantic relationship is in place, which is, according to me: trust, respect, love, conversation. </div>
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Also, in some friendships, at some point in time, he/she may confess having a crush on the other. So, the one who has a crush, is generally very sweet and gives the compliments and what we call "bhaav" in our desi way!</div>
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But, more than physical attraction, half girlfriend is the one, whom he loves and probably, she loves him too, you know, in a way you can't define.</div>
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There's a point in a friendship between a guy and a girl when they feel more than just friends. </div>
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It's because you may have some enjoyable conversations, the hugs and the xoxo, the way you feel when you talk to the person and the responses you get, attraction, caring and such.<br />
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When the boyfriend/girlfriend tag comes, we fear of the fights and fulfilling expectations.</div>
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At this stage, we get the best of both worlds i.e. friendship and no unnecessary expectations.<br />
That's why, probably, we may have that comfort in a relationship called "Half Girlfriend". </div>
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Neither of them is compelled to do things.</div>
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But, both of them, do sweet gestures and help each other when in need.<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-24609274925371085492017-02-12T02:32:00.001+05:302017-04-20T21:58:49.134+05:30Who live without Love - Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Now, there are also, some who are able to express!<br />
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Is that enough?<br />
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What about proving it ?<br />
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Oh... We live in a selfish world. There is nothing called as love. Everything is a business.<br />
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Everything is about profitability. So, why bother?<br />
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Why get hurt?<br />
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Why go through the turmoil, when we can just fake it?<br />
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Why not stick to 'white lies'?<br />
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Because, people never change.<br />
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So, we don't even 'try'!!!<br />
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So, that just basically means 'We are losers'.<br />
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We have accepted defeat even before entering the race.<br />
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Oh... I am a pain in the a**<br />
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Why do we even have to talk about it?<br />
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Ohh... So, when your conscience got a little turmoil.. you just shun it away?<br />
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Why? Because, we refuse to accept it.<br />
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We are too weak. Too vulnerable.<br />
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We are.. not loved enough. To actually love someone else.<br />
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So, we continue in the conquest of life, where there is no satisfaction. . . .<br />
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And so, I pity thy Life.<br />
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We fail in knowing how to love, be loved truely, deeply, unconditionally.<br />
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So, how can we succeed?<br />
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Just Love. Everyone knows it naturally. Bring it out. Be more honest to yourself. Stop shunning your conscience for once.<br />
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Face it. And if you fail at it. What's to lose, really?<br />
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I know what, The Ego. Well, that's good if it goes...<br />
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Being real and true to self harmed nobody.<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-31461371539198944902017-02-12T02:19:00.000+05:302017-04-20T21:56:19.468+05:30Who live without Love - Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dumbledore's statement strikes a chord.<br />
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He is absolutely right in his statement. For people, who live without love, I feel pity.<br />
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Love. That feeling, that emotion.<br />
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There are married couples, with children who say that they may not exactly love each other.<br />
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There are children who do not entirely love their parents.<br />
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There are even parents who do not love their children so much.<br />
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It's a pity. Really!<br />
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It's not a false relationship. But, some kind of 'by the way' or an obligatory relationship.<br />
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How can that happen?<br />
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When, even with friends, we experience that love and warmth. Oh, don't get started on "friendzOned stuff".<br />
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Well, we may not love everybody we speak to but,there's got to be a person or even a pet whom we love with all our heart.<br />
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And yes, I also pity those who may have it but fail to be able to express it.<br />
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What happened?<br />
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Why are we afraid to say 'I love you'?<br />
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To give a warm hug or just that loving look?<br />
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Why do we keep so aloof and pretend to be robots without feelings?<br />
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And, most importantly, why the heck, we start judging our own selves about how stupid we will look if we did all that?<br />
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Does showing love really affect your self-image?<br />
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Seriously, dude? Get a real mirror.<br />
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Open your eyes as to where are we going.<br />
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And some of them, even get ashamed by it.. like the show in the movies. A child asking his mother to stop kissing in public.<br />
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Sometimes, we become so involved into smaller things that we forget to see the clear picture. Like, living in a pixel of an image.<br />
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We need to come above it. And see, reflect, what's more important to us?<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-36328282267311285662017-01-10T01:05:00.002+05:302017-01-10T01:26:36.249+05:30Molestation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sadly, these words exist in our world.</div>
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Be it a city, a village, a developed country or an undeveloped one.</div>
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Be it in a train, bus, stage shows or inside our own homes.</div>
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Sometimes, we don't know how to even react to it?</div>
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It may be very subtle like a shopkeeper brushes his fingers off your breasts while merely trying to show you the top or a tailor brushing off his forehand while measuring your size.</div>
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It could be the people taking advantage of the mob. While taking the staircase of a really crowded station, trying to grab, grope or brush elbows and blaming it on the huge push coming on. Sometimes, it's a real reason, sometimes, it's a chance they take.</div>
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Perverts.</div>
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But as we grow up, we learn to ignore the constant stares and the noticeable touch, which they pretend as if it never happened.</div>
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That feeling.. such an irky feeling.. </div>
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It feels dirty.</div>
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I don't understand what people get by slight or evident touching someone else against their will? </div>
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How can humans be evil like that?</div>
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Troubling and seeking pleasure over someone else's irritation?</div>
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What kind of mindset these people have? And why?</div>
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Why does this happen all over the world?</div>
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It's so common. It's Shameful.</div>
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Why education, prosperity or even success hasn't been able to overcome such evil mentality?</div>
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Why does the bad prevail everywhere?</div>
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I am writing this because I feel heartbroken when I see this happening in every society regardless of religion, nationalism, gender, or any other divide.</div>
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It happens to men, women, transgender, gay, children, adults, old people and guess what? Even the dead.</div>
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This pure lust and no love or intamacy. No mercy.</div>
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No conscience. Where does this come from?</div>
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These people are all around us.</div>
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They just sprang up when they get that opportunity. Until then, they can be sophisticated or your everyday common man. You may never know or be able to read over their masks.</div>
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Why is this so prevalent?</div>
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Why are we not able to do anything about it in so many years?</div>
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Why are we ignoring it and turning a deaf ear to these incidents?</div>
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Don't we love and respect each other as humans first? </div>
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Why the good in us stays hidden and we don't take a stand for others and raise voice for them without having an alter motive?</div>
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Why don't we, the good people, spread the goodness wide, to overcome this menace?</div>
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It's upto us how much we let it affect us. </div>
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But, that doesn't take it away that molestation is bad. </div>
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We learn to move on, like we do when probably we get hurt by a stone or a cut that heals.</div>
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Scars remain and fade away.</div>
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Sometimes, we try to hit back or fight it.</div>
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Shout at the person. Yell. Swear. Become mad. Cry.</div>
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We just got to deal with it. Somehow.</div>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-46543435544304116132016-12-21T00:12:00.000+05:302016-12-21T00:17:44.400+05:30Confusion... What do we really want..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When the question is about our dislikes, it's so easy to point out things we don't like. No confusion. We are so sure about it. There is no ounce of doubt, that we may ever like it.<br />
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Why? How?</div>
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Because We know ourselves.</div>
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We know what we want.</div>
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Ya. We do. Don't we? Do we, really? Are we sure?</div>
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I mean it's so easy to tell I like a lot of things.. rain..colors.. stars.. rivers.. conversations.. my friends.. my family.. see..</div>
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I like red.. but ya, white is the best.</div>
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Why is that we run into confusion of actually having it or not.</div>
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Unmm... Maybe I am not crazy about it.</div>
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So, it isn't for me.</div>
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I like it. I love it. I feel good about it.</div>
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Yet, I am not sure.</div>
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Why so much confusion?</div>
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Because, you know they say, when you want it you know it. Your heart knows it. It calls out to you to go grab it.</div>
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Now really?</div>
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Does that happen ?</div>
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Will that actually happen to us?</div>
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Or, is it just some theory everyone believes in.</div>
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Will the heart know it or do we manipulate it to believe it?</div>
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We aren't really sure to commit to it forever.</div>
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And, we aren't sure about what do we want exactly?</div>
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Even though, we are getting it, we may feel, we are losing out on the best or settling for less.</div>
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We forget to see and appreciate it whole heartedly with our closed minds.</div>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-59139211219387793562016-11-18T22:06:00.001+05:302016-11-18T22:07:39.002+05:30Sweet coincidences<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sweet coinicidences....<br />
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Those little moments when you think about something and it actually happens....<br />
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It could be you trying to remember a song and that song starts playing..<br />
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Or, while having conversations both of you blurting out the exact thing.<br />
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Coincidences like these are so wonderful.<br />
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They make us delightful and sometimes even strengthen our relationships.<br />
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When before you even dial in, you receive a call from the same person or before even typing receive a message, right after you thought about it.<br />
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These moments although really small add perks of fun!!<br />
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Especially, the ones which happen immediately.. it feels like the other person could hear you or you just possess some power to make things happen!!<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-87642707821964396292016-08-14T11:20:00.001+05:302016-08-14T11:38:41.432+05:30It's the thought that counts!<p dir="ltr">Well, there have been instances all my life with my loved ones.. My family.. My friends.. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When someone you want to get back to but cannot because of other stuff happening.<br>
It's the thought that counts!</p>
<p dir="ltr">When you wish like you could do more for someone. Give more time. Be there. Be present. Yet, for some reasons you cannot be. Be it work. Your own mood. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometimes you are  there. Sometimes you cannot be. Sometimes, you just want to be with yourself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thinking about someone else apart from yourself is a start.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometimes, this thought itself matters more than anything for the other person.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Be it a friend, family, crush or spouse.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Knowing that someone does care, in this mean world. In this world, where people are selfish, mean and always trying to take advantage of you. When in this world, you realize someone does care it's just a matter of time and restrictions. In this world, where we are all running, toiling all day,prioritizing tasks, daily chores, exhausted. We do not have time for ourselves, our families, forget others.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So when someone is kind and gives a thought about you. Cherish it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That's where true happiness lies, isn't it?</p>
<p dir="ltr">It's the thought that counts after all!<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Keep thinking! Cheers!</p>
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HUM TUM.. my favorite movie! I have seen it 90 times and counting...</div>
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1. The quintessential girl-boy fights...</div>
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HUM TUM presents these girl-boy fights since the start. Describing how men and women really are and their perceptions of each other. It's funny. Even when the joke's on us, girls. Sometimes, you just can't help but agree. And, smile :-)</div>
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In this movie, you just take it with a bit of sense of humor because some things are what they are.</div>
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The dialogues are apt. From the thoughts going on in saif's mind, to simple discussions between the characters, some soulful, some funny. Without them this movie would not have been what it is.</div>
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"Australia sala.. game mein bhi acchhi fielding karta hai!"</div>
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"Ab ye lady Diana kaun hai?"</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Saif Ali Khan</span>: Karan grows in the movie from a college boy to a man who refuses to grow up and then a matured friend. His whole journey has been depicted brilliantly. Saif, received a National Award for the movie. Very well deserved!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">And other appearances by <a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shenaz_Treasurywala" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; line-height: 22.4px; text-decoration: none;" title="Shenaz Treasurywala">Shenaz Treasurywala</a><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.4px;">, </span></span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abhishek_Bachchan" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; line-height: 22.4px; text-decoration: none;" title="Abhishek Bachchan">Abhishek Bachchan</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;"> and </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isha_Koppikar" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; line-height: 22.4px; text-decoration: none;" title="Isha Koppikar">Isha Koppikar</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;"> are also worth a mention.</span></span></div>
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The scene starts with Karan landing up at Rhea's house at 2 a.m. unannounced and then the two of them chatting it up. When Karan is trying to convince Rhea about giving life a second chance by going the Arrange Marriage way. Pretending to be strangers, they enact how would it be and end up having a cozy moment together. </div>
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Also, initially, the plane scene of Karan figuring out ways to speak to Rhea. It's interesting to see a guy, thinking so many things before talking to a girl. Getting to know what really goes on in a guy's mind!</div>
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HUM TUM. It makes you laugh a lot.. fall in love.. shows friendship.. and teaches the basic lesson of being a grown up.</div>
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"Karan, unhe hamari kam and hame unki jarurat jyada hai. Ye tum ab nahi samjhoge. Jab tumhe tumhari Rhea milegi tab samjhoge. Wo humse yaha kitni bhi kamjor kyu na ho par yahan..<3"</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> My future knight in shining armour! Someone like, McDreamy!</span><br />
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Promises are meant to be broken, they say. So, I may not want you to really promise me or say things out loud. But, there are things I would want you to promise yourself or feel these things for me and you...<br />
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1. Looking into my eyes<br />
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Please, please, look into my eyes when you say something romantic or something important or just look into my eyes like that. ;-)<br />
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Well, we always have discussions and arguments over who should propose? or Is proposal even necessary? I am a hopeless romantic and if you are serious, please propose.<br />
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"I love you, April. I always have. I love everything about you. Even the things I don't like, I love. And I want you with me. I love you, and I think that you love me too. Do you?"<br />
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I just love your smile.. Really! So, smile.. Sometimes, blush too!<br />
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McDreamy, your smile makes me go weak in the knees. And those blushy eyes! Umm..<br />
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Mistakes do happen, and it wouldn't hurt, if you would accept them. Just don't repeat them. Yes, it applies to me too.<br />
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"I'm a human being. I make mistakes. I'm flawed, we all are."<br />
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There may be times when you need to say it out loud. Even if it is obvious, even if I should understand, even if there isn't any need, Just say it. Hearing, I love you, isn't going to get old, ever.<br />
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"If you love someone you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared it'll cause problems. Even, if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground. You say it. You say it loud."<br />
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For a strong relationship, we both have to work hard. It is not going to be easy. But we do not give up. We will make it work.<br />
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"There comes a point where it all becomes too much. When we get too tired to fight anymore. So we give up. That's when the real work begins."<br />
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"I love you, and I'm not going to stop loving you. Meredith, I can't live without you."<br />
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-12114069000221795542016-01-16T21:10:00.001+05:302016-01-17T10:23:08.562+05:305 things we do in a Girls' nightout!<p dir="ltr">Me and every girl out there, feels excited about a girls' night out!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">It may not be a very different thing other than the usual stuff we normally do in the day.. But girls' night out, gets all of us interested.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Having a whole night for ourselves in our comfy pajamas!<br>
The freedom and friendship we share!</p>
<p dir="ltr">It may not necessarily be outrageous but it's still something that rejuvenates us.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>1. Chatting our heart out</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">Yes. We are really talkative and have loads to share to each other. Things which we couldn't share on chat or call. Things we were holding to share in person to see each other's reaction.<br>
Things we just want to let go off our systems.<br>
Things we just couldn't share and tell anybody other than the gang.<br></p>
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<p dir="ltr">Playing games like cards, truth or some interesting ones or missing the old days ones like ludo. We also want to concentrate on some other things and play.<br>
Then, there is a girl in the group who will be a whiner, if she loses. Sometimes there can be silly fights. Yet, it's all in the fun. We have something to laugh about it later.<br></p>
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<p dir="ltr">When we know one of us needs a group advice where in all the others be on one side and show different point of views we have. There are arguments, tears, hugs, long discussions. These talks help make the big decision of one's life. It may not end up being what the girls wanted, always. Yet, it helps in understanding what you really want despite of all the other stuff.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Since, we are up almost till the wee hours of the morning and dinner was quite a longtime ago.<br>
There is some munching going on. It could be snacks, parathas, cakes and sometimes soft/hard drinks too, if you are celebrating. You keep yourself full to keep the energy going.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>5. Catching on latest gossips</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">It's not necessarily intended, around our conversations we may remember something and say things like 'Did you hear? ', 'you know what?', etc. Then the ball gets rolling and recent news comes up. It fisses out easily though, yet, you may come across about a thing or two of which/whom you had completely no idea! <br><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Well it's not that, these aren't the things we usually won't do. It's just that all of it happens together, and it is really special to have the girls around. Knowing that someone cares always helps. They will be by your side no matter what and kick your ass when you need it!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Love you girls!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Keep thinking!</p>
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There have been many people with whom, I have spent some amazing moments, that have inspired me, encouraged me and made me think he/she is great. While pondering on who would be that #madeofgreat I thought about my 9th standard science teacher Tanu Miss, my own mother, Lavanya, my first mentor at the start of my career and was just scrolling my life over the people and incidents that impacted my life.</div>
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For me #madeofgreat is my 3rd standard class teacher Mrs.Mendes. A lady with saggy skin and wrinkles due to her age. Her hair cut short till her shoulders. Her small eyes. The vivid memories I have of her take me to the moment, when I was just a little girl, my small hands, wearing school uniform, sitting on the marble floor in the classroom while other students on the bench, over a huge chart paper, greater than my size and writing with Mrs.Mendes, alongside me.</div>
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Our school had recently introduced a policy of writing in print letters rather than cursive. Many students could not pick it up too quickly. I was the one who got acquainted to print writing easily and believe it or not, at that age, my handwriting was the best among my classmates or so Mrs. Mendes thought . <br>
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Now, coming back to the moment I remember. I was writing very dedicatedly (privileged by the opportunity) where I was given a PEN to write. Writing with a pen was also new to us, because till second standard we used pencil. I was trying hard not to make any spelling mistakes as I knew the white eraser couldn't hide my mistakes. This would mean, I would have to strike a word off, which would have made the chart look dirty. But while writing, I did an error and I was too embarrassed and frightened by the rage, I may have to face now.</div>
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I told Mendes Miss I committed a spelling mistake and I will have to strike it out. Instead of shouting at me, she said,' it was alright' and she did something which I couldn't have guessed, ever. She brought a round blue colour thin thing to my notice and carefully started rubbing off my mistake. I could see the ink vanishing, although it left a blue tinge on the paper. It was an ink eraser! Who knew? </div>
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I was damn impressed by this new invention, which I saw. Also, I was thankful to Mrs.Mendes who didn't shout and politely rubbed off my other two mistakes, later again. After we finished, she showed the chart to whole class and put it on the school board with the help of those round pins. She even asked me, to mention my name at bottom. Few other teachers who noticed it, appreciated my job.</div>
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Now, I don't know exactly what was great in her. The invention she introduced me to, her kindness or her motivation but she left a lasting impression on me.</div>
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She became my favorite teacher and I her favorite student I guess. We also performed to a fairy dance wearing a white frock with layers, silver lining, silver wings, with a fairy wand in our hands on our annual day. She choreographed it and had selected that dress.</div>
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I remember I wrote my first Diwali card for her, with lotuses drawn on it because I could draw only a lotus properly. I wrote some message and gave the card to her and wished her Happy Diwali. We went to 4th standard and got a new teacher, new classroom. I used to watch her and wish her good morning whenever we came across each other whether in the lobby or staircase. But soon, she left school. I don't know where she is and how she is right now. But, she helped me build my confidence to a great extent. I remember I scored my career best 93℅ during my third standard itself. A great lady and my salute to her!</div>
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You might be thinking where did I come across #madeforgreat. I did when I visited <a href="http://madeofgreat.tatamotors.com/">http://madeofgreat.tatamotors.com</a>. </div>
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Lionel Messi has associated with Tata Motors. You probably must have already seen the advertisement.<br>
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Anaghahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498918149932601078noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232244156296291480.post-88887834624209753402015-10-17T20:11:00.001+05:302016-01-17T10:44:44.372+05:30Romance<p dir="ltr">Romance..</p>
<p dir="ltr">This word itself, lights one up.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Lucky are the ones who get to experience that!</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am not an envious person in daily life, although, when I see a romantic gesture by some sweet guy for his girl, I feel a little bit of ' l want that!'.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now, what's really romance ?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am sure each individual will have their own definition. Be it the cliché of candlelight dinner or the philosophical cooking and cleaning together.. Romance can be different for different people.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Some people say it with their eyes or gestures and some by their expressions and conversations.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know why men or women sidetrack their romance.. It is as essential for a relationship as communication is.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Romance may have different meanings for different people but, just the thought of it, is amazing!</p>
<p dir="ltr">For all the lovely couples out there.. Don't let that romance go away from your lives!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Be it those sweet nothings, filmy dialogues, Little white lies or appreciatory notes..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Whatever it is which you like or your style is..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Keep that romance alive.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Say a little compliment to your partner or just pull their cheeks or kiss them on forehead once a while..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Take them for a drive or picnic or a surprise getaway.. Roses.. Lilies.. Reading a novel together or watching that new show on TLC..<br>
Cycling together.. Or simply walking, hand in hand.. Feeling how lucky is to have that special person!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Showing love is really important.. Not always, will the idea of 'reading the eyes' work.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't take things for granted.. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Enjoy it until it lasts.. Hope it lasts forever!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Keep thinking..!!<br></p>
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<p dir="ltr">We may overcome the biggest of shocks and bad news easily, but those small things.. Criticism or some other thing someone did, may affect us.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At that time, its not really others who can be of real help. Discussing it does lower the pain. At the end of it, it's our own mind whom we need to teach to overcome it. Forget that and move on. We know we will. Time is the best medicine and after a point that thing is irrelevant. <br>
Yet, for those brief moments, maybe a single day, we have that thing bothering us at the back of our mind, spoiling our mood.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We try to gulp it in and make ourselves understand. Give a little pep talk or discuss with someone, just to get over it. How do some irrelevant things, which may not even matter to us, fill up our mind and get all the unnecessary attention? </p>
<p dir="ltr">How much ever we avoid, these things happen to one and all. Small things, take that smile down.. :( so small things, can also be the ones which can bring it back up :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Be it listening to your favorite song, doing something what you like, a sweet compliment or just sleeping over it, makes us forget that little tiny thing which bothered us all day and we feel back to being me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Funny! How some things become so important, for that frame of time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Small things become large and doing other joyful small things make them tiny. </p>
<p dir="ltr">They may not go away completely. We learn our own way of dealing them, day to day. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Keep thinking :) </p>
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<p dir="ltr">We know, that, there is nothing in our hands and what has to happen will happen anyway. But this feeling of helplessness and no control on our own life, makes us restless.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We keep going, work hard and try to the best of our abilities to make things happen, the way we would like. This feeling... doesn't leave us though. We keep wondering, how situations will turn or what we can do more to get it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometimes, we just can't guess the answers. We fear the unfortunate and hope for the best. We may feel confused, hopeful, sad, happy, try to judge every situation as to whether it will lead to what we want or to the part, we don't even want to think about.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We may experience positive instances, sometimes, and be cheerfu,l while sometimes, be mystified and feel clueless. What has to happen will happen!<br>
Yet, this turmoil of feelings, anxiety and excitement fills us up!</p>
<p dir="ltr">We don't know, if we should be optimistic or practical. We prepare ourselves for the worst, have a plan B and keep hoping for the best.</p>
<p dir="ltr">What has to happen will happen anyway!</p>
<p dir="ltr">All these thoughts, anxiety, excitement may seem worthless. Time...will give us answers.<br>
Impatience.. Catches us.</p>
<p dir="ltr">All these thoughts, feelings although won't matter when the time comes..the result will decide how we will deal with the situation.. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Yet, somehow these things what we feel are part of us. These... make us the 'person' we are.</p>
<p dir="ltr">What we care for, what we are passionate about, those things are going to be in our minds and we just can't help it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So we shouldn't stop that. Just remember, believing in self, is what matters!</p>
<p dir="ltr">The result, whatever it turns out, we will accept and work our way with it. Dealing with the outcome will teach us many things, whether the result is positive or not.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We keep learning, keep believing and keep thinking!!</p>
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