tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862448117033118922024-03-05T09:58:59.491-08:0013 going on 30A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686244811703311892.post-2782246603780642962011-11-02T04:48:00.000-07:002011-11-02T04:57:53.690-07:00BETRAYAL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloYISWKEfm52R_E2RGkiLAlbRvflWBqbS8xOMwmuH9ZGCoxOSmeMMN_ltMjo9gPAPP2QWnhsIGsARU3Wq4FrG2MPTdqROCHRKCCGkR9Wv3C5xz3lfnjXOpgc9gV99_NCA9iaoQLFkKgA/s1600/alone%252Cbridge%252Cdepression%252Cdream%252Cdreamy%252Cgirl%252Charbour%252Clake%252Cmoon%252Cnight%252Cphotography%252Cphotoshop%252Criver%252Csad%252Csky%252Cwhite%252Cwoman-baec3b5c4301636f28d9abda49fbe5f9_m1262585622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloYISWKEfm52R_E2RGkiLAlbRvflWBqbS8xOMwmuH9ZGCoxOSmeMMN_ltMjo9gPAPP2QWnhsIGsARU3Wq4FrG2MPTdqROCHRKCCGkR9Wv3C5xz3lfnjXOpgc9gV99_NCA9iaoQLFkKgA/s320/alone%252Cbridge%252Cdepression%252Cdream%252Cdreamy%252Cgirl%252Charbour%252Clake%252Cmoon%252Cnight%252Cphotography%252Cphotoshop%252Criver%252Csad%252Csky%252Cwhite%252Cwoman-baec3b5c4301636f28d9abda49fbe5f9_m1262585622.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">The pain in my heart may not be as enormous as the <i><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;">carnage</span> </b></u></i>caused by bombings or genocide, but it did <b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;">puncture</span> </u></i></b>my heart. It did make me feel I am going to drown in an endless pit of pity from where recovery just can not be made.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">It was the first time I was opening up to a stranger , a stranger who didn't seem like one. The kind face and gentle eyes which said it did not judge me by what I have done , by what I have become.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">He touched my wrist and I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple;"><u><i><b>jerk</b></i></u>ed</span> away fearing I may again feel something, something that I haven't felt with another living person in long time.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">I was happy, as happy as I could be after loss of my only child. I went out with my girlfriends and partied, I slogged at work and earned rewards and respect of my boss, I watched movies with my husband, I spent endless hours drinking and eating.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Drinking and eating which pretty much involved wine and vodka and chocolates.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">I was happy but a tiniest bit of my heart somewhere inside my body betrayed me , betrayed the scene I was painting and landed me here in hospital pouring out my feelings to stranger</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvOoh0DD5xnfWHo2vGT9CmFENJQh2NpdI-71QpVikhW-RJKMlAypFmrNmb4okVg2gBWW-BQn8jEOjY9Gx2iumLmHSnY4-ZoFJ3vF4Mq8c6XQmOJnDzWGWGkmlXTpXXFqYOzMm_YjTTKw/s1600/typewriter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvOoh0DD5xnfWHo2vGT9CmFENJQh2NpdI-71QpVikhW-RJKMlAypFmrNmb4okVg2gBWW-BQn8jEOjY9Gx2iumLmHSnY4-ZoFJ3vF4Mq8c6XQmOJnDzWGWGkmlXTpXXFqYOzMm_YjTTKw/s320/typewriter.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its small</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its color black</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its sounds click clang click</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its friend</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its my inner-self</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its my voice to world outside</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its a gift</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its wonderful souvenir</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its how I used to look at me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its love</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its my passion</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its my reservoir of strength</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its small</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its color black</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">Its sounds click clang click</span></div></div>A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686244811703311892.post-66845496661416839152011-10-29T23:17:00.000-07:002011-10-29T23:40:22.211-07:00HAIKU<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/">http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifffdQBQfmfqLXOJo-N3yJChArtIoTWN-z46GE1muWlcBVdSw1bVmOuEspbeAxbjz6LT8ycu6L2L6LCOLuWWq86uwBoaW0lQa7h81HOvNgwpsCiIESfqUwGCml906XTK1KH0vjTL6sX1o/s1600/GHOST-buster-300x300.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifffdQBQfmfqLXOJo-N3yJChArtIoTWN-z46GE1muWlcBVdSw1bVmOuEspbeAxbjz6LT8ycu6L2L6LCOLuWWq86uwBoaW0lQa7h81HOvNgwpsCiIESfqUwGCml906XTK1KH0vjTL6sX1o/s1600/GHOST-buster-300x300.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">Ghosts of the past</span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"> In my closet and under my bed</span></b><br />
<div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">Don't scare me anymore</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">In world outside I am honored,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">But in my heart am coward.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I am not afraid of ghost,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I do not fear of being fired from post.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I do not fear dark.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">But I fear of fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I detest darkness,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I fear that one day ill peep<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Into a crater that will be too deep.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ill be pushed in for the sins I have done,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And remain there till I die.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Oracular cruel death.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Still ill remain in dark,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">While sun goes bright and light.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ill die for light, as dark has this mark,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Evil will come as good men die here”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div>A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686244811703311892.post-76952716674370054232011-10-27T05:13:00.000-07:002011-10-27T05:15:05.554-07:003WW- blogging after looooong time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">I am a <b><i>figment </i></b>of my own imagination, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b><i>inclined </i></b>to believe this is real,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">The world i exist</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">The sins that please</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f;">The <i><b>vulnerability </b></i>of beings </span> </span></div>A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686244811703311892.post-39656912235570090282010-10-20T00:17:00.000-07:002010-10-20T00:23:20.786-07:00Magpie Journey Begins<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"><strong>I open my eyes I see not a scene in position.</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"><strong>I look back in mirror I see tatterdemalion dreams, hopes and aspirations.</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"><strong>I close my eyes I see days ahead fulfilling those dreams unrealized and unceasing <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>jubilation.</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #ead1dc; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am waiting for you my dear love. My sweet innocent love.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #ead1dc; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What happened to you? Where did you go? When will you come back? Please don’t fiddle with my heart </span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #ead1dc; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I don’t want to <u><i><span style="background-color: white;">tamper</span></i></u> in your affairs but I didn’t see you in assembly I didn’t see you in class. I didn’t see you in playground either. I waited yesterday for you till night <span style="background-color: white;"><u><i>engulf</i></u>ed</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span>the whole world. Till the time even sun refused to come out of its hiding hole. I waited and I am waiting and I will wait for you.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #ead1dc; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></span></shapetype></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #ead1dc; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The grim night is<span style="background-color: white;"> </span><u><i><span style="background-color: white;">imminent</span></i></u> and ineluctable …..the moon the stars have lost hope, not even managed to shine today but I won’t give up….i will wait by this sidewalk , I will go round and around this same park,I will wear the same frock u last saw me in. I lived my life here now I will give my life here till the time you come back</span>.</span></b></div><div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #ead1dc; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Written for <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2010/09/3ww-ccviii.html">3WW</a> and <a href="http://talesthursday.blogspot.com/2010/09/tale-27.html">Thursday tales</a></span></b></div>A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686244811703311892.post-50160060475935555112010-09-24T04:16:00.000-07:002010-09-24T04:16:46.082-07:001....3...5...7...10 reasons why “I” hate(d) blogging<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><s><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">1</span></s> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><s><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">3</span></s></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> <s>5</s> <s>7</s> 10</span></b><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> </span>reasons why <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“I”</b> hate(d) blogging</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am very possessive of my work. If someone evinces more than usual interest in my work I feel suspicious like they are up to something. I think a thousand meaningless senseless questions. “Why did she say that????” “What he meant by that?”</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Paradoxically I am very attention craving (its true). I want people to read what I write and like it .I want them to extol me and actually be interested not superficial comments like “it’s nice/good”. I always standing on head of my friends when I make them read my poems just 2 be sure they read.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I always felt that blogging is for those kinds of people who just can’t express their feelings in presence of others; they need a fake face of computer to be themselves (in short losers).</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am a bit of a coward I admit, I didn’t join blog for a long time because I was scared what will acquaintances (not real friends) say about me. In college and in newly joined office somehow my image is tomboyish. If I write some sentimental stuff and they read it….I will be as good as dead.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">5)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Also I am not very tech-savvy. Apart from playing games and listening to music I don’t use my laptop at all. (it’s pretty heavy and listening to music is “tad” too interesting)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">6)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mom read my personal diary when I was in third year of my graduation and from that day I swore to God that I would never ever write again in my life.(needless to say at home loads of questions were raised and loads of excuses were generated for my <s>profound behavior</s> cavalier attitude)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">7)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well I think most of the people will agree with me that writing in MS-Word is not very romantic. I am not calligrapher but even the thought of writing with a “mont blanc” pen(nor do I own a mont blanc) on a handmade paper <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>is beautiful enough for me to detest punching black keys.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">8)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know so many people who flaunt their blogs and their writing is not the best I have read. It feels like blog is a common pair of jeans that all of the toms, dicks and harrys are wearing.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It made (makes) me feel like am the unimportant spec in the universe.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">9)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Who doesn’t love money? But money and writing (something so serene) in the same sentence is ugly unwanted and insalubrious potpourri. (I am not saying it’s demeaning to earn money or writing or both it just doesn’t gel well for me.)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10)</span><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Being on net for so long and thinking and writing and surfing and all sorts of stuff consumes too much of time and money (my internet plan is not unlimited and my pocket money is limited). Just doesn’t feel worth it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If someone asks me now how do I feel about blogging, I would say <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“it’s complicated”</i></b></span></div>A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686244811703311892.post-65330649181836054232010-09-23T22:51:00.000-07:002010-09-23T22:51:45.886-07:00PUT ME WRONG<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EP5QAZQ4jgWnKXJ-5MiEcr1Jf15xyCC7yAgkRb4683S70rRWvBJyJeeYZ0MAj1kKPOX2c7HmTTNlvR8JPG3J6rQSYX8nbQegu9Saqw0smvYt_k8P9KxXsLFBaT6P6BmZZLFyXXF5dVA/s1600/kung_fu_stewadess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EP5QAZQ4jgWnKXJ-5MiEcr1Jf15xyCC7yAgkRb4683S70rRWvBJyJeeYZ0MAj1kKPOX2c7HmTTNlvR8JPG3J6rQSYX8nbQegu9Saqw0smvYt_k8P9KxXsLFBaT6P6BmZZLFyXXF5dVA/s320/kung_fu_stewadess.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Thy world can accept a challenge,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Put me wrong.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">World that can defeat me in a war,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">World that can beat me in a talk,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">World that can make me a failure.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">That world ne’er been created and</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Naught for future to come.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I stand tall, I will ever.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Falling leaves will never make me unhappy.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ill look for the sun.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">World will see my shadow,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ill walk ahead and reach the sun.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I won’t see my shadow behind me.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">World will not defeat me ever.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Thy world can accept challenge,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Put me wrong. Put me wrong.</span></div>A Word In My Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542402506801238291noreply@blogger.com5