tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89438971858867344362024-03-08T03:18:57.693-08:00Threads and needles of my lyf. . .RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-67324768192620070582011-09-09T13:09:00.000-07:002011-09-09T13:09:57.933-07:00THE LETTERDear Sweet Friend,<br />
Hope you are doing fine. Cutting out on the formalities, I know you haven’t been fine for a long period now. I have seen you happy at times, but that looks to me as temporary happiness, it hasn’t been that I’ve seen you happy for a long span of time. But that is not why I am writing to you… <br />
I want to share an incident with you, an experience, a thought, a phase, an article and want you to give me your feedback on it…!<br />
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I was a little excited about the next day while I went to sleep. As usual I got late to pack up with everything and go to sleep, and had to leave early as to reach in time. I couldn’t sleep properly at night as there were mixed emotions going through me relating different people and also anxiety, curiosity, fear and nervousness were marking their presence at the thought of new life! However its intensity was less than it had been three years ago. I was awake by 7am but was lazy and the cold atmosphere didn’t let me get out of my bed. A door bell rang at 8am in the morning, wondering who it could be; I thought it might be you, may be you remembered and just came to wish me luck… But it wasn’t you! I thought the distance between us that had been growing didn’t let your steps come here, and then I thought maybe you just didn’t remember or might have slipped your mind. I came to such a conclusion, as you had been forgetting about many important dates that were going around when you were still informed about it. I felt hurt whenever such days arrived and you didn’t take notice of those. I don’t blame you for those, as you too can have your problems like work load, or may be family pressure which has constantly been over your head as a torture at times or as a load of responsibilities at times. And you entering into a relation add to a responsibility of your partner’s care too. You have always fulfilled in that as per my knowledge. I see you loving him unconditionally. <br />
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To my surprise, you hadn’t forgotten my important day this time, you remembered it, though as usual you didn’t have balance to wish me luck, but that didn’t matter to me, all that mattered was your long message which was meaningful and full of sentiments and emotions. I was happy that my friend was still there. I knew that you’d be always there, but the comfort level had decreased a little, but now just one message that made me confident about not making me lose my friend. <br />
I learnt that relations do face problems, there is never a stable relation throughout; what matters and keeps you bonded is your love for each other. We, humans have a lot of love of each other. It’s just that some people be rude to the outside world because of some experiences or are a little immature about their behavior with elders and strangers. When you see somebody ill-treating an old lady, you feel sympathy towards her, you feel like doing whatever you can for her. This feeling comes out of love. We have lots of love within us even for strangers, just that we have to make ourselves realize about our love to others.<br />
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Love wins the World.RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-63975312092479353062010-09-01T00:51:00.001-07:002010-09-01T00:51:52.615-07:00The Kohl. . .Mike, in his leisure time, loved spending time at a coffee store. He was there at the Star Coffee Shop to have his usual cup of Cappuccino. It was a bright sunny day with temperature soaring higher and higher. He pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of the jeans he was wearing. While wiping his face, he saw a few black marks on it. While trying to recollect how he had them over it, he remembered…<br />
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“Don’t come so close to me. I won’t be able to control myself then”, said the girl.<br />
“I don’t want you to overpower your feelings”<br />
As they came close to each, they had their first hug. The girl had a shivering in her body by now. He held her more tightly so that she couldn’t move. She was the one he had always cared about. She loved him tremendously but he never intended to be in some kind of serious love with her. As he held her little loose, so much that she could move, she gently kissed him on his right cheek which had a new growing green beard on it after one clean shaves it. <br />
“This is my first kiss to you. Do not ever forget it”<br />
“Can I too give you one so that you can remember one too… he asked with a whisper?” (Coming close to her ears)<br />
She removed her hands over him and left her too… she just gave a sweet smile which he loved in her the most…<br />
“Give me your handkerchief”<br />
“Why… I haven’t even kissed you”<br />
“Just give it”<br />
She wiped her kohl with it and said, Whenever you feel the world is against you, just see this and you will come to know that I’ll always be with you and there for you.”<br />
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And just then the waiter comes to the table placing the order, “Your coffee, Sir” <br />
Mike thanks him with a smile. <br />
Stirring his coffee with the stirrer, he was again lost to the time when he was with her. <br />
“Arpita” he whispered in her ears when he had first kissed her.<br />
“I am in love with you”<br />
She became blushing red in her cheeks. He could not forget that face of hers.<br />
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He had finished his coffee, when he saw something his eyes wouldn’t believe…<br />
It was Arpita with another guy, which might have been his boyfriend or just a friend. <br />
While he was still, staring at her, the waiter dropped the bill at his table. As the waiter moved, their eyes met each other. And Mike looked at her as if he needed her, he still loved her and she found his eyes wanting to tell her something. But she ignored him and got busy with the other guy. Though she couldn’t completely ignore him, she kept giving a glance as to see what he was doing? In a few minutes, as he had paid the bill and waited for the waiter to get him some change, Arpita had noticed the handkerchief with the black marks on it. And she was shocked to see that and believe that Mike was still not out of it. By the time she thought of speaking to him, he took the change and left. After he left, she could hear his voice say, “I like kohl in your eyes, and if you add that with a smile, you look most beautiful.” She had tears in her eyes thinking about the words he had said. She just left the person she had come with and ran out to look for him, to stop her first love and tell him that she had not betrayed him and loved her as much as he did.<br />
Things however had turned bitter between them, though it was Mike’s mistake and he knew it… he felt betrayed because she didn’t wait for him to apologize, and started talking to other guys to make him feel jealous. Though she didn’t have any boyfriend, he felt that she had one immediately after their break up. He had reached the signal that was ahead the corner. Suddenly, the weather changed, it started raining as happens in Hindi movies. She was all wet by the time she reached him. She called him and he turned back.<br />
“I like when you appreciate my eyes with kohl”<br />
He smiled and said, “thank you.”<br />
She went near him to hug him, but he stopped her saying that what was she up to?<br />
She said, “I love you as much as you do or even more than that”<br />
He said, “Perhaps, I don’t love you anymore. You in trying to make me feel jealous have lost respect in my heart.”<br />
I don’t have anybody else in my life but I can’t say yes to you.<br />
‘What was it with the handkerchief then?’<br />
I had loved you Arpita and maybe I still do, but I need to respect the one I love… and you have lost that respect…<br />
I am Sorry!<br />
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She was standing there all alone in the rain, making herself realize that little steps lead to big mistakes…<br />
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After a few weeks at the same coffee shop,<br />
Arpita was alone and enjoying the Cappuccino just as Mike had liked.<br />
And as she had finished with her cup, was when Mike entered and saw her as she was seated at the same place where he used to. Mike joined her as she was alone. And they casually spoke, he looked into her eyes and she into his. <br />
He then said her, “I still like your eyes with the kohl.”<br />
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”<br />
“Why you have got a boyfriend for you?”<br />
“I never had one and you know that.”<br />
“Hey, what if I say, I want you back in my life”<br />
“I was always yours, Mike.”<br />
“But before that I want you to remember the words you said me while giving this handkerchief”<br />
“I remember each and every word, Mike… I am sorry, I promised to be with you all my life even if the world was against the world but I went against you… M sorry…”<br />
“I love you, Arpita... Will you be mine forever?”<br />
“I was yours, and am yours and will always be yours forever”RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-68985241954746402072010-03-12T03:20:00.000-08:002010-03-12T03:25:37.831-08:00<div style="color: purple;"> <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: red;">24 Hours</span></span></div><br />
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Here I am with a poetry this time to describe what it felt that time and the after effects of it. I may not have been able to portray that scene well, which I will never be able to… But the scenario will be always fresh in my mind…</div><div style="color: purple;"> Whenever I recollect those moments it comes to me as if it were a movie like “Kucch Toh Hai”…. Like six friends, six different lives and one mistake… and their lives change forever… It did not change our lives completely, but yes it had a great impact. Without giving anymore description, I try to put my emotions in these lines…</div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">With trees turning dry and silent,</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Five of us parting our ways,</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Not knowing what one is up to,</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">I sit here to observe nature…</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Eyes observing nature, but the mind does not co-operate…</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">It just wants to go back to the time and change everything…</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Re-observing the nature, I say to myself it is of no use to think about the past now…</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">As the time and tide wait for none!!</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Watching the contradictory trees,</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">One full of green leaves </div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">and the one whose most of the leaves</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">had fallen apart </div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">and the rest turning yellow…</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Reminds of our contradictory hearts and minds…</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">One that wants to move ahead, </div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">And one that wants to stop and change everything!!</div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
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</div>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-44915957310318173502009-11-29T00:24:00.000-08:002009-11-29T00:29:15.772-08:00The Three of us. . . .We were three friends from our childhood days. But, it was never about me, it was only the two of you, and this was from the beginning and always.<br />
I never felt a part of you two. It was you who were a bond between us. But, even you were more bent towards her. If it were not for you, we would have never formed a trio. I was the one who was always sidelined.<br />
For the world, we were three, but from my eyes, it was only you two. Many a times, I would feel jealous, when you two unknowingly avoided me. When we three walked together, two of you would unintentionally leave me behind and walk together hand-in-hand. <br />
I never felt her as a good friend, though you were really a good friend. I don’t know why I couldn’t gel along well with her, may be because we never had common topics to talk upon or may be this is just a stupid reason of not having topics! There were also a few things about you, for which I hated you a lot.<br />
But as and when we parted our ways, I got a better view of what you meant to me. I realized your worth and I hope even you understood my worth! <br />
I am now living a completely different life than yours and when I see how people treat me, I feel all the more good about having a friend like you. That does not mean I don’t have good friends other than you! I have good company around me, but no one as good as to replace you!<br />
Though I have completely lost the relation with her, which you have still managed to maintain, I no more feel jealous about it until and unless it is affecting my friendship with you. I also never feel like making my bond strong with new relationships and of course, also her, as I always feel, “If I couldn’t handle old relations how can I move forward to new ones?” <br />
I know what other people think about me, but I don’t care as I know, I am not doing anything wrong and also that you trust me and you know I wont do anything wrong. Some say, I have attitude, I am not helpful, some even say, I bitch about others, some also say, I am rude enough. But you have always praised and appreciated me for whatever I do. I might be like that, but you have accepted me as I am and always supported me. I really feel it was a good decision to part ways as to realize each others worth. I just love spending time with you now, it makes me feel light. However, bad my day goes, however bad mood let it be, you make my day!! Thanks for being my friend! Just wanna say “U R PRECIOUS.”RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-38767386547816326832009-10-12T12:11:00.000-07:002009-10-12T12:11:29.858-07:00<div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My Identity. . . .<br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> My Existence. . . . <br />
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</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Every thing on this earth has an identity. Right from a human being, a tree, an animal, a non-living thing like a clock or a glass also has their own identity. Identity is something for which you are known to be YOU!! Till yesterday I was living with an identity… then what brought a change??<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">All of a sudden I began doubting my existence; I started believing I had no identity of my own. I felt as if no one was there around me although there were many. <br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">My identity went somewhat like:<br />
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</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">There she is his/her daughter.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">There comes his/her sister.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">There she is… She is his/her friend.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">There that girl, yes she is his/her cousin.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">There comes she, she is his/her neighbor.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">The girl there, she is my relative.<br />
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</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Because my brother doesn’t like me doing a certain things, when he doesn’t like me disobeying him, I feel I am not a Good Sister.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Because there are relatives who ask me to help my mother all the time in her kitchen chores, because I am unable to do that all the time, though my mother never asked me to, I feel I am not a Good Daughter.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Because my friends never feel like talking to me whenever they are in trouble, I feel I am the stupid enough to realize that I always trouble them. I am the one who has to realize that they are not going to be there for me all the time and they have their own life too… And hence I am not a Good friend!!<br />
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</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">If I am not a good daughter, not even a good sister and definitely not a good friend… Am I still a good human being??<br />
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</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Where do I stand without my parents?<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Or when I am not with my friends?<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Am I lost somewhere, from where I can’t come back??<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I feel all lost about my existence… I am a daughter, I am a sister, and I am a friend…. But where does that I come from? Who am I as a person? Why am I here? What am I doing?<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">When you come across such depressing thoughts, I definitely thought about talking to you, but you being busy with your own thoughts, thinking about something you had to take decision about couldn’t understand my situation..<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I being the one solely responsible for handling the situation… started meditating for long. But even that didn’t help. I can’t any more handle the situation like this… this is not me…<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I am a happy go lucky person with a beautiful smile and not an artificial one…<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I have to back to normal very soon.<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">He is there to look after me but I am the one to form my own identity! This too shall pass away!! He’ll help me find way out of here…….. :) I am just waiting for him to lead!!<br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Searching myself, my identity which is close by but is just not noticeable.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;"> “As the grass is greener on the other side” Goldie decided to check out the big pond, she finally started her swim in the cool water of the big pond, not realizing she’ll have to pay for swimming in the big pond! She wanted to experience the new life in the new world with beautiful surroundings, being around people who were broad minded. She started enjoying the initial days there, meeting new fishes, realizing various facts of life, enjoying new things which were exciting and fascinating, feeling the importance of being exposed to various things, etc. But here the things were different. She had nobody who would help or listen her except for a few she selected as her friends.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;">She was so happy or may be she wanted to show she was quite happy as it was her decision to move on to the big pond.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-48846540633145898252009-09-18T12:43:00.000-07:002009-09-18T12:46:00.640-07:00JUST TRYING TO PEN DOWN WHAT HEART FEELS!!I am very happy today... as i gave the RJ Hunt Auditions today and am the 2nd runner up for it!!<br />
Though it was on a very small level... i feel I've achieved something... m really happy about it.<br />
Being always fearful from the stage, i went ahead and gave it a chance... i feel so good about it... shared it with the special people around me... and again at the end of day i have no one to talk to.................. yet there is a hope of someone kindling the light!! again that strange feeling like the last weekend which was not a usual one begins to surround me which i want to get free from...<br />
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most of the people wont relate to whatever written above but i just felt like typing it, so just did it:)<br />
wish me luck for finals!! M scared about it.......RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-30262612807819828032009-09-02T12:01:00.001-07:002009-09-02T12:09:52.242-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Decision!!!</b></span><br />
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<div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some decisions take your life while some make your life.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">However taking decisions have always been tough for me. According to elders, teenagers can never take right decisions. But this how we teenagers will learn to take decisions and decide what is good and what is bad for us.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Every time when I have to take some important decision, I take a few people’s advice and they tell me about the pros and cons of whatever I choose.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">One thing that everyone tells me is: You should know where you have to draw your lines. You choose whatever you feel and follow your heart. At the same time stay in your limits.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Life is too simple to make it complicated.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">We think so much about small decisions we take and in no time take big decisions.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is really all the more tough for us to decide when we are supposed to consider each and every aspect like society, family, friends, relatives and your responsibility towards it. </span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Teenagers always say, “We don’t care about what the world says.”</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">And unlike teenagers, parents are possessive about their children and keep them away from all the possible things they think their children might get exploited to.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because of such behavior of parents, we are often confused while we take decisions.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is most difficult when it is related to someone’s faith.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because faith is the light that always lights your path, no matter how dark the world may be around you.</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Once the faith is destroyed, everything comes to an end!!</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">While I am on my path to start taking decisions, I might need your help!!</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: small;">Be there for me</span></div>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-75533632910024382182009-08-25T07:29:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:51:59.744-07:00WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?You cannot always express your true feelings!<br />
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Life is just Simple, it is we who make it complicated!<br />
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It ain't so easy to express yourself.......<br />
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Behind everything there is a Reason...!<br />
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Cause and effect always go together...<br />
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Watching love stories is so much fun!!<br />
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Silence is your best friend, never let it go away from you!<br />
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There is nothing like Chocolates in this world ;)<br />
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Friends are the best part of your life...<br />
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Spirituality is essential to survive!<br />
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"Just follow your heart and you'll get the treasure of your life"- is this statement true?<br />
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If you don't have parents, you are missing the most important gift of your Life.<br />
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Never expect. Expectations hurt a lot, which might cause a lot of pain...<br />
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Always be ready for the unexpected!<br />
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Change is the rule of life.<br />
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THIS IS ALL FOR NOW. I'M RASHMI HERE SIGNING OFF AT WHAT COMES FROM YOUR HEART FM!<br />
FOR THE NEXT THOUGHT KEEP WAITING....:)<br />
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P.S: You can share what's on your mind!RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-2587790885548069572009-08-21T10:22:00.003-07:002009-08-21T10:30:07.029-07:00A Smile. . .<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><br />
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</style><span style="font-size: 18pt;">“Smile and the world will smile with you” goes the saying.<o:p></o:p></span>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And it’s so true..!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> When I had entered a new strange world, one little fat but a cute guy said me, “You know what, your smile is really very sweet and it just works wonders.” And I thought he is just saying it, and all I said is “Okay” and he said, “Really, I mean it… your smile is really beautiful” and I with my beautiful smile said, “Ya… ok... thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> Later I found that a smile really works wonders…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Everyday you have so many people surrounding you… you meet so many people… a sweet smile to everyone you see will make them feel so good. Some of course might feel a bit awkward, but I am sure many people will smile back at you. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> Once when I was at a station waiting for a local and besides me were a few other people, out of them, there was one lady who had caught attention of everyone around her by her behavior which showed anger and frustration. Finally, our wait didn’t last long, as the local arrived… She took the same local which I did… There were many people between and around us, but just as she glanced at me, I just smiled looking at her. She first looked around to check if I was smiling at someone else or her. After assuring herself, that I was smiling for her, she returned a sweet smile back. She felt so nice and calm after receiving just a smile that she got over all her frustration.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> A smile really works wonders. A recent experience says, “You can actually stop your tears in your eyes if you just smile.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: red;">After all you should always smile in pain!! What say??</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile in grief, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile while u cry, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you accidentally fall!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile at something foolish, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile in old memories,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile in love!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you are alone,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you see yourself in mirror,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you see someone!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> A smile when you pen down something,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you see flowers,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you remember someone!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile while you see someone doing something weird when they are in their own world!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile when you receive a gift!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A smile full of happiness………..!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="color: lime;">Wish you a life full of happy, stupid and cute smiles…. :-)</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-61951449730964036212009-08-13T12:56:00.000-07:002009-08-13T13:04:06.047-07:00READ IT CAREFULLY!!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRashmi%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""> </span>Once upon a time, there was a fish named “Goldie”… she lived with her parents and was happy with normal ups and downs in her life. After 17 long years, a small fish that had grown big enough to live up her life with her own decisions got a chance to step out of that small pond to a bigger pond.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""> </span>The small pond consisted of a limited no. of fishes, the fishes which belonged to a same category, same thinking- narrow minded and so were the fishes surrounded her. And now the big pond consisted of many fishes, from all around small ponds, all with a different thinking, a different view, and very open- minded, all living their own piece of life.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""> </span>Now, when this fish Goldie gets a chance to shift from her small pond to the big pond. . . . </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> SHOULD SHE LET HER FINS BREATHE IN THE BIG POND??</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-69091939466636321732009-07-01T07:39:00.000-07:002009-07-01T08:16:10.644-07:00CHANGE. . . . . . .<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> A change in atmosphere,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">A change in our routine, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> A change in wind,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">A change in health,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> A change in the surroundings,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">A change in a variety of things,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">BUT................</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> Why did u change?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">Or are you the same? and i feel like you have changed but you were the same since then...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> But if you haven't changed why is there a change in your behaviour, in every action you do.... in every word that you say now...!! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> You haven't changed your outer appearance then why the inner you??</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">I once said her, "You won't believe even ________ has changed. I don't understand the reason for this. I am really very upset by ________'s sudden change... I never knew even _______ included his/ her name in the list!. But then I thought whom was i expecting from?"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> She just smilingly answered, "May be he/she thinks the same thing about you. And so the change in the behaviour..."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> Her simple answer dropped me in a deep thought...! And after this deep thought, I came to the conclusion that I haven't changed... Even if i have, I can't still notice it....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> DO YOU THINK I HAVE CHANGED????</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">But I'm sure I have NOT changed.......</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> If I didn't change, why did you?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">Was there a need? a necessity? Or any problem because of which you had no option but to change?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">WHY? Why did you CHANGE? WHY?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">You need not answer me,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> but YOURSELF. . . . . . </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">Observe yourself, your behaviour in the beginning and now....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> Observe your changes from the beginning and now...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;">ANSWER YOURSELF......................</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"> </span></div><div align="left"> </div>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-15829014015037887002009-06-14T13:34:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:00:14.626-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">THE JOURNEY. . . . .<br /></span><br /></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Permission!! Whenever I have to do something… be it a decision about my career or going downstairs to my cousin’s place… I have to take permission from my dearest dad…<br />My dad has not been that strict but it’s not that easy to survive… I don’t say I have some problem with him or anything… I just love my dad to the core!! I don’t say taking permission for things you do is wrong… In fact it’s good… it’s good that our parents from the beginning have had control on us. He never ever expresses his love… My dad being very much conservative about us, I and my brother, gave us all kind of luxuries… if we asked for Rs.5, he gave us Rs.10. He never stopped us from doing anything, but didn’t give us proper exposure as kids… we didn’t see much of the beautiful world outside…!!!<br />I did my schooling from the same school as him which was just 5 minutes of walking distance down the lane from my home. My life was just limited to 5 minutes distance to my school, my friends place… and so it was all about a 5 minute walk…… I completed my SSC, the most important step of anyone’s life… and so was mine… but as usual even after studying hard I didn’t score that well that could make my dearest mom happy… Going against my mom’s wish I enrolled my name for commerce…<br />After my schooling, I somehow took permission and managed to convince my darling daddy for continuing my college in Pune- be it a girls’ college… I managed to say I didn’t want it to be the same 5 minute walk any more now… And so did my HSC, the 2nd milestone of anybody’s life as mine from St. Mira’s College for girls, Koregaon Park in Pune… I made a few more friends… wished to enjoy with them… but could do within the college premises only as I didn’t get PERMISSION to go out for movies and stuff… It wasn’t that I never got any permission; I did but very rarely and had to plan a month in advance… Now, it was like a 20 minute journey by a local and about a 7 minute journey with the 3-tier vehicle with 3 of us in it… Now it was all about a 27 min journey!!! I passed my HSC with pretty decent marks and this time it made my mom a bit satisfied!!<br />After this I managed to decide for my graduation course… in the media field, which has so much of exposure to the outside world… I again managed to convince my daddy dearest, for continuing my further studies in this field and got admission, this time in a co-ed college… I was too scared about being with altogether different people but then I thought after all this is all I wanted…<br />A new journey began………….<br />NOW… it’s like having a lot of friends, a few true ones and now my life is not just a 25 min ride on my dio..!<br />It was now enjoying with friends, spending hours with all friends or sometimes also with only one person on a staircase, talking rubbish, learning new things, new experiences, having lots of fun, night outs- rare ones!!, laughing, teasing, genuine talks, organizing film festivals, college festivals, experiencing new things, observing behavior of people around which makes us learn lot of lessons, experiencing the shock.. by seeing how selfish people can be, being out of home for long hours and spending more and more time with friends……<br />At the same time the season at home begins to change………………………………………<br />It all started because of that arrogant person in my life… there began clashes with the mindsets as there were different minds present there, as everyone had one of their own…<br />Things began to get worse… but till when could they long… As every coin has two sides this too had two sides, things couldn’t have been worse for long… it began to get normal but still there was an incompleteness in it as it was and is still not sorted i.e. communicated well...<br />And THE JOURNEY STILL CONTINUES…. TO BE A BIT SOUR AND SWEET, BITTER AND ROTTEN!!! Let it <em><strong>SWINGG</strong></em> and I'll Continue </span><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>BREATHING. . . . </em><br /></div></span></strong>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-53631951268002024382009-05-26T13:47:00.000-07:002009-06-04T07:32:59.633-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>ARROGANCE</strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></div><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="color:#339999;">He doesn’t talk to me properly, never tells me anything about him. I don’t know anything about him which I normally should know. I always wanted to be his good friend but he didn’t even let me be his friend.<br />He has a very helping and caring nature. If any of his friends are in trouble he tries his best to bring a smile to their faces and always considers their problem as his. He tries to solve their problem with all his heart but most probably lands himself in trouble, yet he’s always the same……<br />Things that he can do in a simple way, does them in a complicated way. His mind always runs in the complicated direction…… yet I always used to ask for his help though I had other options, but now things are different I always avoid to talk to him and so does he……………<br />I always needed his support for lots of things. I still crave for his support. If I get his little support and if ever I get a chance to be his friend I’ll be the luckiest person ever…<br />People normally say,<br />If you’ll be my friend,<br />You’ll never have any problem…<br />But I’d like to say,<br />If he’ll be my friend,<br />I’m sure I’ll never have any problem!!!<br />The problem with him is, he always sees the situation through his eyes (side), never tries to see it from someone else’s eyes (side),<br />I can prove this… The very quotes from him are:<br />“I don’t like talking to people who don’t listen to me……”<br />This shows ARROGANCE……………………… he is overbearingly confident about what he says no matter if he’s wrong…<br />Why should people listen to him all the time??<br />Why can’t anybody have their own views??<br />He doesn’t like people who don’t listen to him but why can’t there be people who don’t like to be forced to do something?????<br /><br />If to gain his friendship, I’ll have to be forced to do a certain things, I can but for a certain period…<br />That too it won’t be me then……<br /><br />One would always like to be themselves with friends…<br />What’s the use………<br />If I gain him………<br />But, at the same time<br />Loose myself<br />My individuality…………</span></div>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8943897185886734436.post-55486299757173236442009-05-16T15:03:00.001-07:002009-06-04T07:39:10.870-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">FINALLY.........!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">So… finally here I am up with a blog… I hadn’t heard much about writing blogs and stuff from people around me… then a special friend introduced his blog to me… I read his blog and went crazy about his write ups (not in the real sense)!! But yes, he really writes incredibly well that he should really consider writing a novel in future… so that was about him!! But now coming back to me… I don’t write that well, but one of my best teachers, who touched my heart and left some kind of influence in her very first class said me, “You write good but not very good but if continue writing you can really write very well.”<br />So here I am with the help of my friend and a teacher to have some attayachar on you people!! I gave it a thought and finally after a long time I am all yours!! I totally belong to you!! And request all the visitors to leave your comments on my write-ups… all kinds of comments are welcome… stay tuned… </span>RASHMI...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877346956835651110noreply@blogger.com7