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While going through this post by Laksh, I was thinking how many choices one has to make at every step in life. For most of us, it is one hell of an issue...we rant, we whine, we ask others and think a million times before making a choice. I know of  a person who has everything figured out, making a choice is the most easiest thing for him, or so it appears. He was a teacher back in college and I

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Its Tag time again!!! :) I still have Anshita's tag...I am so sorry, will take it up real soon. Right now I am going to do this one given by Chanz and Sakshi. In this one, there are 7 lists and you have to fill in three things in each one...the rules are as follows: - Tag as many u want! - Link their pages in your tag post - Post a message / leave a comment screaming that they r tagged -

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28 years ago, on this very day, Amma and Appa got married. Of those 28 years, 27 years they have spent bringing up me and my brother. I feel blessed to have such parents who have given me so much love, care and affection. Not once have they thought about themselves when it comes to their kids. Even today, Appa got MY favourite flavour of pastries...butterscotch!     I partially woke up this

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Anshita gave me this short and sweet(much like herself) tag: --Love or Lust  * Love, anytime. --Food or Makeup *Food, duh!! --Jeans or Skirt *Depends on the occasion. Casually, jeans.  --Pizza or Pasta * Pizza --Black or White? * BLACK!!! --Chanel or Estee Lauder * What? --Husband or Boyfriend * Boyfriend who eventually turns into a husband. ;) --Roses or orchids *

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Its one of the times you listen to old songs that used to be on your most played list. Mom was watching Indian Idol and I heard “Yun hi Chala Chal” from the Swades playing.  I ran to the TV and started singing along. Surprisingly, I knew the lyrics! One would think you’d forget it after all this time. I faintly remembered having this song on my creative zen and browsing through it, yes I did! I

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Aah…this is one of the days that I love, a day of friendship. It isn’t any different from the other days but it does feel nice to have a special day to acknowledge my love for the people who have made my life so much more beautiful. They are my extended family and have contributed a lot to who I am today. Here’s a shout out to all my friends…you are AWESOME and I love you.  Sh, Sa and Ro-

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Heyy...this is another blogpost with tags. TBG tagged me a long time back and Garima tagged the same with a different set of questions, so I am just going to answer both and not Tag anyone. IF anybody wants to take this up, you are more than welcome. So here goes TBG's Tag: 1. What one material thing are you hoping/ scoping to inherit? Ans: A house 2. You’re driving. It’s great weather.

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TBG tagged me. :) As Garima rightly puts it, this is all tags ka baap!  Here goes... Ten how’s: 1. How did you get one of your scars? It was a stupid and irritating pimple first, I got angry and plucked it. 2.  How did you celebrate your last birthday?  Went out with friends, then went to the doc because I sprained my ankle and then my colony friends came

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TBG tagged me again!! :D This tag is really interesting!! If you are a woman, Have you ever wanted something that is considered ‘manly’ ? Like a basketball, a cell phone, a dog, a camera or a new laptop? A new car or motor bike? Ever wanted to be a pilot? A doctor or not a nurse? And the manliest want of them all – The remote!  As a kid did you enjoy playing with a bat and a ball? There was

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Garima updated her Facebook status saying that she cries over animated movies…Dude, I cried watching a reality show yesterday!! Hehe. You know sometimes you watch someone fulfilling their dreams and you realize, “Hey, that’s my dream too!!”.  Its just one of the times you picture yourself in their shoes, looking through their eyes. So, I was pointlessly flipping through the channels when I

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A friend wanted an opinion regarding which company to join…so I asked Dad since he is well-versed with such stuff. Dad’s reply was to let his parents decide and that I shouldn’t say anything. When asked why, he said that if something goes wrong in the future, they’ll blame me for it. I found it odd. Dad and I live in totally different paradigms. He likes to maintain distance from people, he

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It had been a long time since all the colony friends met...so we decided to meet up today and as usual went to the marketplace to eat. So, we had veg roll, bhutta, ice-cream etc etc. Anyhoo, one of my friends paid for the veg roll and she gave Rs.40 instead of Rs.20 and we walked away to the  bhutta-wala without getting the change. While we were chatting away to glory, suddenly a hand appeared

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TBG tagged me!! Yaay!! I love tags...they are fun to do!! Its like filling up your best friend's slam book! :P So here goes: Mention 9 things that you've worn the most. They could be anything! Of course my sneakers!!! I love them... My Metallica Tee. Most of my tees were black until mom made me buy everything except black! I HAVE to change my dressing sense...been a tomboy for

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This post is inspired and encouraged by TBG. If you go through his recent posts, he has made an effort in creating awareness on the issue of women under the wrath of their husband and in-laws and how they should walk out to lead a better life. Here are some of the posts you can go through: http://desigheeandcoffee.blogspot.com/2010/04/girls-learn-to-say-no.html http://

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Yeah right!! Thats my band on the cover page of the Times of India supplement!!! WOOOHOOO!!! :D I am so excited, couldnt resist sharing it with you guys. P.S-I am on a sabbatical right now, really busy with exams and other stuff...will come back next month..I hope and will definitely catch up on your posts. Sorry for not being around. Take care. :)

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COLLEGE. The meaning of this word has changed a lot during those three years I spent in the same crappy place. When I joined, it was the most boring and dullest place ever. Now that I am leaving, it looks like a fairyland where everything was happy and wonderful. And why the transition?? 7 alphabets…F.R.I.E.N.D.S. College has taught me a lot…about life, about people, about myself...but there

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I still remember the first time I met her. She was taking her daily walk so she could poop, she usually doesn’t poop in her home…she’s intelligent enough to know that she shouldn’t. I was new to her and couldn’t resist a big smile when I saw her. She barked first and then she saw I was not afraid…so she ran towards me and waged her tail and licked my feet. That was my first encounter with Lucy

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Shas of Scribblings on the Wall tagged me..so here goes: Rules  RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent. RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks! RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this. Asked someone to marry you? Guilty Ever kissed someone of the same sex? 

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Easy is an adjective used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man. ~Nancy Linn-Desmond This was the facebook status of one of my friends and that did it…I had to write about it.  This is one of the topics that sets me on the raising-my-voice-mode. A few days back, I was chatting with a friend when she said that she doesn’t like Robin from “How I Met your Mother” because she

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20! Yes, I am 20! Finally the day has come when I will be considered mature and to some extent an adult. But believe me, all I want to do is to hop around from one room to another and sing "Oh mommy, Oh Daddy, I am a BIG OL' baddie!". Hehe. My birthday excitement usually starts from a month before my birthday...and then it builds up day by day...and 31st March is the day of extreme

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Have you ever been in a phase full of insecurity?? A phase where life hasn’t been figured out, A phase where you absolutely do not know where you are going to end up,  A phase where the literal question remains “Next is What?” A phase where you keep wishing for magic beans A phase where ANYTHING can make you burst A phase where ANYTHING motivates you A phase where you embrace failure

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Plug it in The waves hit them It reaches your brain The thud on the floor Its your feet Hands take their own control You are no more the master Time warp Hair comes and goes Head bangs to the rhythm Strum the Guitar Sing Drums All at the same time Magic Adrenaline, Exhilaration. *bows down to METALLICA*

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When you were a kid, your Dad used to drive you around in a car. You loved it because the breeze messed up your hair...it felt like freedom. You let your dog sit on your lap and stick out his tongue. You grew up. You ran before your Dad could reach the car and sat in the driver's seat vroooom-ing your way to that imaginary place. You came back home and started playing NFS. It was always in your

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Lame title but who cares. I know it has been a long time since I have seen blogger. Reason-BUSY. Anyhoo, this one is a Tag by Ramit of Desi Ghee and Coffee. Before I begin...here's what the Tag is all about: Take the Honest Scrap badge from here and put it on your blogs, and tell us 10 wonderful things about you honestly that you'd like to share with us. They can be witty, funny, sad,

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I was walking with Shilpi and Sakshi from the bus stop to my place when we heard dogs howling and barking and people staring somewhere. We soon spotted a blue MCD(Municipal Corporation of Delhi) van and 3-4 people with a stick in their hands and a dog circling and barking. As we walked further, the man outside brutally thrust his stick in the dog's stomach and threw him into the van with other

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You know how much I love planning surprise parties! Although the last one didnt work out because the person we threw the party for kept a stoic face...this one was awesome...and the fun we had planning and executing this whole thing was awesome-er! So...here's the prologue...Me, Shilpi, Sakshi and Ashina are college friends...the gang! And Rohit, the person we threw the surprise party for, was

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Ramit of Desi Ghee and Coffee and Sakshi of Timeless Imagination tagged me...thank you both... This is my first tag...yaay! So here goes:- 1. What is your current obsession? Throwing surprise birthday parties...:P 2. What are you wearing today? Sweater, Jacket and Jeans. (Would have said clothes but that's boring now) 3. What’s for dinner? Idli with Coconut Chutney.  4.

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I woke up this morning only to find my pillow wet with my tears. Reason-I had a dream that my bro is leaving home to return to his MBA life. The fact is that he left two days back. The dream just made me realize that I miss him, I miss him bad. The other day I was usually studying with the earphones plugged in when one of his favourite songs started playing...and as though a reflex action, a tiny

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Skimming through the newspaper today, I came across this article that said "Top 10 greatest little pleasures in life" and one of them was 'Catching up with an old friend.' True. Coincidentally, that is what I have been doing for the past two days...catching up with old and not-so-old friends. It feels so good to know that there are friends with whom you can start where you left...sans formality..

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Herez wishing you all a very happy new year. The well formed formal words and sentences must have made their way through sms' and e-mails and a zillion other sources...I am not going to repeat them. So, I'll just write here what my facebook update says..."May your year be LEGEN...wait for it...DARY!"(Have been watching 'How I Met Your Mother' too much...havent I?) Anyway, anything I write

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One advice to everybody-a surprise birthday party can really suck. So, herez the whole story: Me and three other friends decide to throw a surprise birthday party for a dear friend G. Actually her birthday was on 29th November but because of CAT and other exams nobody had the time to celebrate it the way it should have been celebrated. So, we decided and decided for two weeks or so and finally

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This is a creation of impulse and a certain mask-making competition. The judge asked me if I am a Feng-Shui enthusiast. Hell no! Neither am I into Feng-Shui stuff nor am I any artist. I am just an impulsive person who likes to try a hand at most of the things. So, when asked to make a mask out of a paper, a shoelace, a brush and a pack of colours...I thought of what every human portrays, that

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  This is NOT my december.   This is DEFINITELY NOT my time of the year. For crying out loud, I started this month with CAT on the 1st and have been giving exams ever since. And today, FINALLY, my semester exams ended! This sem was a total mess...the whole course to be finished in one day and the question papers looking like they were specially imported from an alien planet! Thus went my first 3

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I am pissed....hell pissed! Imagine waking up in the morning at 5am on the day of exam only to find out that the one exam you have been studying for has been cancelled. So thank you CAT/IIM/PROMETRIC for ruining my day and all those previous months which I wasted studying for your fucking exam. Alright! Admitted that I didnt study as "much" as a CAT cracker would have...but then hey, I might as

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Its just one of those moments when you come across a random picture or video and all those times come running into your head and you start missing everything. In my case, it is that of the jam sessions with my band “Contortionists”.  Here comes a long list of things that I miss about these people: I miss the one-hour setups I miss the random songs in between I miss the fight over

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Standing before the cart of our favorite roll wale bhaiya, we waited as he prepared delicious hot veg rolls which I’d say are absolute bliss in the chilly Delhi evenings. Looking at the onions turning brown and noodles being mixed with soy sauce, we took in the warmth coming from the burner. And then one of my friends pointed out and said-How does he make every roll with such dedication every

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Considering that this is my first November post(not that I care too much coz I hate November...exam time people!!), I wanted to start off with writing about Chetan Bhagat's 2states. Okay, I admit I might be the last person on this planet reading that book, but better late than never right? Btw, I loved it. One of reasons might be my biasness towards the tamilian part of the book. So, anyway(

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I don’t know what it is about ‘Marley and Me’. Every time I see that movie, it makes me cry buckets. Literally. ‘Every time’ mind you! The movie is about the journey of a regular family with a dog and how that dog, in no unusual way, makes an imprint on the lives of each and every member of the family. I cry maybe because I have experienced that myself, maybe because it reminds me of Tinku.

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Negativity is the “in thing” these days. Or so it seems to be. It’s not like I’m old or anything but I swear I have seen times where people used to laugh their hearts out, had an upbeat approach to everything and most importantly, believed in themselves. For me, this was in the not-so-long-ago age called “school life”. But where has that world gone? Eutopia! Since the last few months of

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In your face..Man 'Loser' U! I am excited, happy, jumping, dancing...all thanks to the Liverpool win of 2-0 against Man U. FINALLY, after a whole season of disappointment and hopes and what not, Liverpool strikes back, and that too against a team that rules the board. I swear, the game was awesome! And the best player in Liverpool, according to me, is the goal-keeper Reina..kudos to him for his

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In an earnest attempt to study, I managed getting stuff in my head for an hour. Getting most of the answers wrong, I sighed and surrendered. I closed my books with a "whatever" attitude and plugged in the earphones and starting listening to Aint my bitch(Metallica Song). Tapping my fingers on the table, my eyes wandered off to the stuff strewn over my room. Stuff that's always been there but

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Letting my mind wander off to its own world of imagination, an abrupt thought of Death struck me. Not the literal graveyard and people crying over you dying, but a few days before that. I pictured myself making the will. Dividing stuff between my parents and friends, I wondered how my life could be over so soon. There is so much I still have to do, so many places I want to visit, so many dreams

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Lights all around Excitement at its peak Smiles adding to the glow of diyas One can literally smell it in the air Its Diwali!! Yaay! So, as usual...I was the last one to wake up in the family and went through the ritual of ganga snanam. I'm all set to go and meet my cousins and paati(grandmother) and gorge on the yummy sweets made my mom. Evening will be rangoli and diyas

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The last 5 days have been crazy. Loads going on but nothing concrete to write about.Here’s a recap. Invited to a Christian Wedding for the first time. Planned on wearing a skirt. Took out my long-forgotten pink skirt out of the closet. Couldn’t find a matching top. Shopped for a matching top. Had the worst day ever. Fought with a friend. Met him in the evening. Dad caught us. Went through a

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Each one of us have those memories of our first best friend. How we met, what we used to play, the long days spent at each other's place, the kiddish fights, the time you are told he/she is going away....and what not. Its just amazing how they leave their imprints on our lives! Well, my story with my first best friend started with guessing the name of a bubble gum! I still remember that day, both

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There are a couple of things that happened at the wedding that set me thinking. The how, what, why questions started pouring and as usual I had no answers. Ok, lets face it -I am a tomboy and I prefer black clothes and headbanging music. Leaving Delhi, I had to leave all of this behind. The black clothes gave way to colourful(still NOT pink, mind you) suits and kurtis. Even the black nailpolish

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My sister got married!! YAAY! :D. I dont have any real sister, but if I had one, it would be her. I met Sangeeta didi for the first time when I was 5years old. Both of us lived in different states. The time we really got to know each other was when she came to Delhi to pursue her bachelors in DU. She used to come home for weekends and we used to have endless chats. We became great friends,

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We were in the classroom today, chattering away to glory, when I suddenly noticed one of my classmates crying and hugging one of her friends. Well, she is not in my "group" per se, but she is a good friend. Puzzled, I asked her if there is anything wrong, her reply was-"this is our LAST trip yaar!". Being in a so-called professional course, industrial trips are a part of our curriculum, only they

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Well no, I dont really snore!! But yes, I do feel a lot sleepy these days. So, I was in college...attending the Marketing lecture, which is an interesting subject usually but today it was not! I was literally sleeping with my eyes open when my teacher pin-pointed me out..twice! And the worst part is that the whole of this week I had to get up early! Even the weekends weren't spared!! Yawn....

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So, me and mom were having a conversation about the MBA colleges and where to apply and stuff. Mom started screening out ALL the colleges in Delhi. Even though I love Delhi University, specially North Campus, I want to move out and experience life outside home. Here's a peekaboo of the conversation:   Me-I want to move outside Delhi, live my own life....Independence!!  Mom-Why do you want to

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Well, just another day today except for the fact that I met my teacher in the metro. It was not that awkward with her, but you know, bearing her lecture for 2hours and then bumping into her again when you don't know what she'll start talking about!!.. To my surprise, outside the college, she is a pretty cool person to talk to. Unlike most of the lecturers, she didn't just greet us and stand aloof

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I don't know when I got used to this habit of sleeping in the afternoon. Now its like I HAVE to sleep. Well, SLEEPING I did. BUT, good times just don't last for long, do they? As soon as I dozed off, landline phone started ringing. Of course, I didn't bother to pick it up and covered my ears with the pillow and went back to sleep again. Just when I thought "no more disturbances", my cell phone

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Yesterday evening was the eve of Ganesh Chaturthi.As a tradition, the whole family went to a nearby South-Indian temple to pray and seek blessings. Stepping inside a temple is something I do very rarely because I am an atheist. When I went inside the temple, I could feel my heart clutching. Maybe because of the guilt of not praying, rather, not believing. I don't know. During pradakshina(meaning

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True ain't it? So what exactly brought this thing in my mind was that I was offered a lift today by a person I used to have a huge crush on. Things today stand in such a frame that I cannot even bear him anywhere around me let alone talk to him. It is that degree of dislike now. How, why, what, when....all these questions have just one answer...times change, people change.So, I guess around 5-

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Last night when the clock struck 12, I had just finished watching "Bolt" with bro. Nice aww doggy types animation movie. Then we heard something unusual, sound of firecrackers. It was like the Fourth Of July(Not on that big a scale though)! Well, Independence Day. A happy day to remember and pay respect to one's country AND a day the whole family spends together. So, dad woke us up at 6o'clock to

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Whenever that "I'll be there for you" song plays somewhere, it invariably puts a smile on my face and I start singing along with it. Sometimes, I even break into a jig. But that's only when there is nobody around me. ;) I have seen all the episodes, some of them even four or five times but I just cant get enough of it. Me and my friends, even my bro, remember it so much so that we incorporate the

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Okay, College life has made me learn a lot of things in life. And definitely, one of them is knowing about the kind of people I hate. Fortunately or unfortunately, I am in a girls college so my area of hating per se is only restricted to girls and thus the significance of the title. So, we are planning on organising a fest in our college this year and anyone who has been through the whole

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Well, the dreams I was discussing about in the previous post ended. Phew! NOW the curse has been lifted. LOL. But I did have a minor disagreement with mom today. My views are very different from my family's views on a lot of things! And my mom sometimes even wonders how am I 'her' daughter. The mindset is at a totally different wavelength! Okay, so there was some issue being discussed which

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Its been two nights in a row now. I have been getting dreams that show me fighting with my parents. Also, I can recall those dreams very clearly which is making me even more anxious. I have no idea why it should be that way because I usually have a very good rapport with them! Touchwood. Sometime back, I used to be a full-on rebel. If things didn't go the way I wanted them, I usually ended up

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"Results are out!!". Hearing this is like hearing the worst nightmare!! The stomach immediately starts churning, the heart starts pounding at an uncontrollable rate, the hands start trembling and since I am weird, I start laughing. Two days before the actual results were out, I got a message from my senior saying that she is finally a graduate! As I typed to congratulate her, my next reaction was

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I was sitting and chatting with a friend in my room when my cell phone beeped. It was a message from a very close friend saying that he had been diagnosed with severe Jaundice and was being admitted in a hospital. I couldn't believe my eyes for a second. I had just met him a few hours before and he seemed down with some health problem but never did I figure out that he'd end up in a hospital! I

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My music influence is basically rock. By that I mean the likes of Metallica, Nickelback, Coldplay, Creed, Audioslave and such. I love punk rock too- specially Simple Plan, Puddle of Mudd and All American Rejects. But slowly, I have been moving on to other genres. It is not the genre that should decide ones music influence but the songs i.e. music and lyrics included. Continuing this trend of

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Airport. A place that means a lot more than just arrivals and departures. A place where eyes wait in anticipation, where smiles and tears reflect happiness in unison, where lips murmur prayers for safety, where loved ones are welcomed with arms wide open. I was at the airport two days back to receive my brother. In the one hour and fifteen minutes wait from the time his flight landed to the time

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CP is one place in Delhi which people brag about. I, for one, couldn't agree completely on this since I hadn't found much in CP. Okay, a few places like Bangla Sahib and Janpath I'd probably think about visiting and occasional hangout at Cafe Coffee Day but no more. So, me and two of my friends were in a fix as to where to hangout. I looked out in the morning and the weather was good, so we

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Two of my friends had a big fight today and I was playing the peacemaker. Thanks to conferencing on phones, I could hear both viewpoints and voice my judgment accordingly. What surprised me the most was that how trivial ego clashes come in the way of a friendship so strong and that has survived for so long. To be honest, both of them were absolutely right from their own standpoint but refused

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Sitting in my living room this afternoon, my nose went on to smell something familiar. Suddenly recognizing the smell, my face flashed a bright smile and I shouted "Mom.....Rain!!!". The weather in Delhi has not been good. The excessive sunlight, the humidity, it all leaves you sweating like a pig. Rain today has made this all disappear and brought smiles back on everybody's faces. From messages

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Each one of us finds one person in our whole life who has this uncanny resemblence to the person that you are. Your soul sister. Your unrelated twin. The thoughts, the mind frequencies, everything is freakishly on the same wavelength with that person. When you talk about something, you end up babbling out the same stuff. I ,personally, have met a few people who fall into this category but this

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So, finally, my first blog ever. (Yaay!) I can't think of any particular reason of starting with this blog writing thingy except for my impulse. It also coincides with the first day of the final year of my college. Maybe that's what it is. The urge to capture all the moments and feelings and not let it go throughout my lifetime. Two years have been a whole lotta fun! I have grown so much as a

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