tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200265746837857152024-03-19T05:20:14.667-07:00To Infinity And BeyondUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-90800576442582208132020-09-11T13:32:00.004-07:002020-09-11T13:32:47.230-07:00All or nothing<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">“There’s nowhere left to fall,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">When you reach the bottom”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Flashback to the first time he met her, still remembering the glowing light coming near him with such radiance that he was left blind and speechless till he opened his car door for her. Her stunning gaze locked with his eyes only made things uneasy and no wonder it seemed like love at first sight but what truly is love ?? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">To her, it was a piece of crap made up to justify two people attracted to each other. It was just a game and there was no such thing as true love she believed. To him, it used to mean everything. People are born in this world only to die. What mattered were the things in between and the feelings you have. It never used to be about the destination for him but the journey that mattered. But at that moment, he realized there was a far more important thing than the journey or the destination. It was the company during the journey which meant everything. And it seemed it was almost in his grasp but fate was not going to give in so easy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Experiences teach wonderful things, it depends on the way you process the information to draw your conclusions. We are nothing but the amalgamation of everything we have lived through. That is why there are so many diverse opinions in the world and all stand their ground. There is nothing right or wrong in the world. It's just the way people are. But when he was with her it didn't matter what was right or wrong because there was nothing but only one most important thing - her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Alas, everything is not so simple and straightforward. To her, it was just another friend to spend time with, and to him, it seemed so much more. 500 days of summer is the perfect movie to describe real-life relations. It never is so easy for everything to work as anticipated. Life is full of ups and downs. And so to fall to the bottom, you indeed need to rise to the top. She showed him heaven because of the perfect angel she was. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Time passes quickly when you enjoy it but stops infinitely when you miss someone. The seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, and days into months. Friends were what they were for long because she was everything but his. He being naive only wanted to feel happy when he was with her for the rest of his life. It didn't matter to him whether it was right or wrong, as long as being with her felt like the best thing in the world. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">But laws of attraction play an entertaining role and seems like it was just a game. Perhaps some questions are better left unanswered. He promised to remain what she wanted always for the rest of his life if it meant being with her and watching her grow and spend her life to the fullest. But she soon was ready for more and how could he deny what he always dreamt of which was to be with her. It felt the right choice to take it another level and soon he landed in heaven. Always lost in her charms, thoughts which were locked with the only person that mattered the most to him. Gifts, outings, talks, messages, everything felt so real that he could never have thought he was building memories. He only felt like it was the only thing to do at that very moment. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Time heals the greatest of wounds they say, but it also drifts people apart. The good moments feel like they were only there for a couple of seconds and in the end, it always is just the memories that remain. Soon he found himself falling down and further down. The more he tried to do something for her, the more mistakes he made and they grew apart. People make mistakes he thought. Nobody is perfect he thought. But expectations can never be contained. She only did not want to get hurt again and which is why she never completely gave herself up to him. A logical decision you may say from her, illogical guy she was with. A person who still believed in happily ever after and true love could never fathom the pain he caused her with his over the moon optimistic attitude and feeble-minded expectations. Differences, trust, and uncomplimentary traits only resulted in ruptures in their already complicated feelings. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Good things always have to end but when they end they indeed leave a long-lasting mark. He felt alone and empty even when the girl of his dreams was with her. It never seemed the same with secrets she didn't trust him with and the conversations drifting from being about them to about other people that valued more. Priorities changed and it felt it was time to take a break and she did it. He who never wanted to hurt her agreed but the mind is a faithless thing and she wanted him back the same night. It was hard for him for he was confused, clueless, and not aware of where this was going but what mattered was he never wanted to hurt the only thing that mattered the most so he agreed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Few more days passed but he could not leave thinking about the things she said. Maybe she was only trying to be more truthful for trust is what is the base of every relation is but to him her every truth felt like a stab in his heart. Never realized before she was in so much pain and all he could ever do was not hurt her and add to her misery. All the while hurting himself for he was clueless, mindless, and in the shadow of so many doubts about himself and the world, it sure would catch up soon. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Few weeks after was her birthday and she said it would be the saddest day of her life because of her loneliness. It was their first and he wanted to make her feel special. Special she was, for she was the most significant person in his life. He did everything he could to make her day special. Gifts and chocolates he could come up with to make the occasion special but what she found the most important was not what he did for her but other people who had been with her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">He could have never thought how fate could play out such a dramatic turn of events but indeed it was meant to happen. He soon ended up with some of the worst nights he ever had. Talking with her only led to him feeling worst for all she ever used to say was about how happy she used to be before they met. Not a word about after. It seemed like the best moments had long gone between them but still, all he cared about was her happiness and he felt if it was other things which made her happy, he should let her go. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">True love has a habit of coming back - he believed. If you ever love someone deeply, let them go. If they don’t come back, they were never yours. And in one damn night, he told her how he felt and they broke. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">It couldn’t be so easy for either of him or her but she was logical. She moved on and he was illogical and never felt the same normal again. He still spoke with her and was friends for he had given his word that he will never leave her side no matter what happens. Every time they spoke, every time he saw her, the flashback replayed in his heart first and then his mind and it hurt him but he endured. He did not want to be like other people who would just leave when things started to go wrong. He felt he was above everyone else but in the end, he was also human. Many drops make up an ocean. His drops were just amalgamating every time he thought of her and how she could never be his. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">And soon the final moment came when he could take it no more. It didn't matter that he broke his words for he did not believe in himself by then, who he was or the person he had become. Falling to the bottom of his pit, he found himself lost, not knowing the person at all. He was always a human, a person of flesh and bones who made mistakes and always a selfish one who always prioritized himself over anyone else. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">When things turn to get bad, some people fight, some people fall while others pretend they don’t care at all. A few days back, if she ever fought - he would be right beside her. The day she falls - he would be right behind her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">But now at this very moment, it was all or nothing for him. For he had lost himself and everything that mattered to him. Nobody knows what the future beholds but one thing is sure :</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">“There’s nowhere left to fall,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">When you reach the bottom”</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-42173108295706963422017-10-20T07:23:00.002-07:002017-10-20T07:23:31.499-07:00Trek To Remember - Hampta Pass - Part III<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Sometimes we do things not because we want to do it but because we have to do it. </b><br />
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It was the 2nd day of the trek and everyone was excited for the day. The itinerary shared was of 6-7-8 which meant Tea at 6, Breakfast at 7 and we leave at 8 am.<br />
Coming from a city life where the mornings never started before 9 and the night continuous until 12, the essence of the mountain life - Early to wake and early to sleep was the hardest to take in. However, it was surprising that most of the trek mates were raring to go much before the 8 am mark.<br />
I woke up at 7 to the enchanting view of the first light on the adjacent mountain peak.<br />
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<b>First Rays of Dawn - Jobra</b></div>
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Being the first true day of the trek, our trek leader Abhirup Paul had us play a game to get to know each other. We had to put an adjective to our name starting with the same letter and the next person had to repeat all the earlier names to acquaint everyone with each other. Luckily enough i was No. 4 and had to remember only 3 names prior to me but the fellows at the end failed miserably to remember 20 odd names often bursting into laughter. <br />
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Soon we headed towards en route to the next campsite. The trek from Jobra to Jwara was of 7 kms with an estimated time of 6-7 hours. The most hyped up event of the day was a river crossing. The trek was quite simple. I was one of the few trekkers who were always on the front occasionally stopping at river points for refilling of our water bottles or fulfilling our wishes of capturing the beautiful scenery that we were passing by.<br />
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<b>A Pit Stop</b></div>
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<b>Just a passing by view</b></div>
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As can be seen, the walk was filled with beautiful clouds, giant mountains and a lush green pathway along the valley. Often we would ask our trek guide Tarabhai for information on the pathway, the livelihood of locals and the adventures of trekking among the mountains. Just listening to the many adventures undertaken by him filled us with an adventurous spirit which helped us on the trek. The stops for refilling our water bottles and catching up with our other trek mates were relaxing and also provided us time to acquaint with each other. On the day we formed a strong bond with <b>Alsi</b> Ashish <b>Victor</b> Vaibhav & <b>Superman</b> Shriniketh. All were completely contradictory to the adjectives they used to describe themselves. Alsi Ashish soon passed on the title to me for being the laziest among the group while the <b>Victor</b> Vaibhav soon turned to <b>Victim</b> Vaibhav and the <b>Superman</b> Shriniketh got a new nickname in called the <b>V-Boy</b>. <br />
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<b> True connections are made when there is no connectivity</b><br />
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Truly having no connectivity was a blessing in disguise as it really helped to soak in the beauty of the amazing nature while building bonds with the new friends being made on the trek. Time went by following the trail with the help of trekpoles and chit-chatting and soon we reached the much hyped river crossing. We reached much earlier than the others and thus had time to just look at the free flowing river and hear the rattling sounds of the water hitting the rocks. The flow was strong and as one by one our trekmates started reaching the point, we were asked to remove of shoes and get ready for the crossing. The water felt Icy Cold coming directly from a melted glacier somewhere high up in the mountains. The touch itself was freezing and sent chills down my spine. I quickly perched atop a piece of rock and looked down as everyone prepared for the dreaded crossing. It was fun looking down at everyone crossing the icy cold river with their shoes tied to their backpacks and holding hands to ensure no-one fell off the trail. Eventually since it needed to be done, i attempted to cross the river along with Tarabhai and Rohan and what an experience it was. Knowing that there was no other option other than the crossing, we soon forgot about the icy waters and only had the other side on our thoughts. However, half way through the crossing, i took time to experience the waters and of course pose for a few snaps on the waters.<br />
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<b>River Crossing with the Trek Leader - Abhirup and Tarabhai in frame</b></div>
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The real problem arose after the crossing. Just a few moments away from our next campsite, soon the clouds rose above us and drops of rain started to fall. Not giving a moments rest, we soon geared up our shoes and rushed to the campsite. Luckily enough for us, the rain started getting heavy after we reached the campsite but few of the others got caught in the rains and inspite of having a Poncho were completely drenched in the heavy rains. </div>
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The feeling of accomplishment over the challenging river crossing and the entire day was something else. Such moments are rare to come by and completing them with a smile on the face teaches us a tough lesson in life. It may just have been another day in a trek but the challenges and the excitement going into the unknown truly had an effect of adrenaline rush in us and helped us complete the tests of the 2nd day.</div>
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The rains stopped shortly after and the night began to encroach on the sky. The gloomy clouds however still roamed above us thereby always keeping us on our toes. We ended the day with a classical Antakshri reciting some of the most famous songs of Bollywood and soaking into the mood of friendliness. It felt like we had always known each other for a long time and after a healthy dinner and a dose of Ajwine (Pardon me if i am wrong but we argued and guessed for over an hour on what the drink was only to realize we were not fit to know it) we soon rolled up in our sleeping bags and tents to end the day. The next day plan was to reach Balu Ka Ghera fairly easily and prepare for the hardest part of the trek from Balu Ka Ghera to Shea Goru via Hampta Pass. Knowing we still had an easy day before the toughest one was a sign of relief. Tending to our tired legs and spirited journey completed, we easily dozed off to sleep. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-80525019609971397752017-10-16T13:52:00.002-07:002017-10-16T14:01:00.610-07:00Trek To Remember - Hampta Pass - Part II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>You know you are on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back. </b><br />
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It was ironic thinking we could reach few places in an instant whereas even a tenth of its distance would take us almost 6 days to trek. Hopping onto the flight with bare minimum on my backpack which i later realized was only bare and far less than the minimum requirement, soon i reached Delhi where a small re-union awaited me with my only friend who would made it to the trek - Shubham.<br />
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After taking the trip down the memory lane and catching up, we realized the talks would never end and so we headed towards getting the best milkshakes in town. Keventers it was and the place sure made up for the historic beginning of the trek. After another couple of hours roaming about the CP, we were soon on the bus to our trek start point.<br />
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Prini was the point where we were going to meet our trek-mates and make new friends whom i could trouble for the next 6 days. There i met my first and <b>youngest friend Aryan</b>.<br />
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Aryan was definitely more experienced in treks having already completed few treks before and we talked about his many adventures all the while teaching me about the difficulties of the trek and the things which needed to be followed to successfully complete the trek. The most important of all which he thought and i remembered had to be to <b>NEVER GIVE UP</b>. Difficulties are a part of life but how you deal with them paves a way for the future and the trek is no less than any life event full of challenges and an adventure. </div>
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Soon we realized we were chatting right next to an apple tree and any sane man could never resist the temptation to pluck an apple out of the tree and have a taste of it. Its taste was truly heavenly and soon we found few of our other trek mates had not only eaten an apple but even stored it for the long journey ahead.</div>
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Our trek leader - Abhirup Paul arrived right on time and got down to business. After few health check ups and lunch we headed for the first experience of the trek. Leaving the last point of network, we had one of the epic rides in the sumo and 40 hair pin bends raising our altitude by almost 4000 feet to the point where our trek officially began. Everyone was ready with their trek poles looking all professional and in the best of their appearances. We headed to our first campsite at Jobra being led by Tarabai from the front who always pushed us to our limits just to catch up with him and Dishu from the back who made sure no-one was ever missed out. </div>
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The walk was fairly easy to the first campsite and still the views were mesmerizing. Although the trek had only just officially began, we witnessed walking among gigantic pieces of rocks along a free flowing river and narrow pathways. Only moments of rest came while trying to capture the beauty of the nature through the camera.</div>
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Soon we were asked to rest and prepare for the 2nd day of the trek to the next campsite at Jwara. After a delicious meal and our trek leader building up the excitement for the next day by talking about a river crossing to reach to the next campsite, we soon called up the day completing the Day-1 of the Hampta Pass Trek. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-38750694977534241892017-10-15T12:44:00.001-07:002017-10-15T12:44:22.929-07:00Trek To Remember - Hampta Pass - Part I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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👆 Few of the best moments in pictures. Often the Himalayas are mentioned as abode of gods and truly if you have visited it once, you will understand the true reason behind linking it to the heavens. The majestic mountains along with the beautiful valleys, rivers, grasslands, lakes and what not make up for amazing views which even the gods might have to look twice to truly capture the essence of beauty.<br />
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But lets roll back to the time when days were long, nights short and weekends were a tale of myth. Technology has improved so much so that socialization nowadays means swiping left/right, having Watsapp conversations and trying to prove how happy you feel like on facebook/instagram/twitter/snapchat.<br />
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The journey started with a message out of nowhere from one of my best buddies - Shubham.<br />
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<b>"Dushehra pe spiti valley trek pe chalna hain"</b><br />
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Now here is a buddy who plans 6 months ahead for any trip with detailed calculations taking into consideration all the probabilities/possibilities. On the other end, there was a person - me, in the group who did not even know what was going to happen the very next day. But why not, so a hour long search on google about the trek and i had made up my mind <b>not </b>to go on the trek. After all, which logical being on planet earth could have given up dusshera holidays at home sleeping on the soft bed, delicious meals and just chilling with family .<br />
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Looking at the simple snow clad trek route and the majestic mountains on the backdrop felt truly mesmerizing and who can say no after seeing this. And then it was decided. After all,</div>
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The real challenge was not making up my mind to go on the trek but the <b>email </b>that followed from Indiahikes after completing the registration process. To prove that one is fit for the trek, we needed to submit screenshots of 5 km runs and 10 km runs plus the many mandatory items that needed to be purchased for being eligible to go on the trek. </div>
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And so the time passed doing nothing until it was a month before the trek when one of fellow trek-mate (unknown at the time but an amazing person) posted in a group that she completed a half marathon (21 Kms). Stunned for a moment and feeling mortified, i quickly gathered up the courage to complete the 10 kms the very next sunday and indeed the run was completed but with my feet hurting like hell for the next 3 days, it was the moment i realized that marathons were not my cup of tea 🤣🤣</div>
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The most important for a person is the SPIRIT and the will to NEVER GIVE UP. Gathering few more runs and snapshots which were hard to come about, few last minute purchases and panic backpacking it was time to go.</div>
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Have a thought ever occurred to you what would happen if you just quit your daily life routine, run away from your life, your job, run away somewhere only you know about. Explore the world just because you know there is nothing exciting sitting in the bus, going to office, coming back home and repeating it over and over again for rest of your good life.<br />
Is this how we want to live life. Definitely not me. I know i can turn out to be just another disappointment to my parents, just another ex to my girlfriend, just another failure to my boss or just some sore loser to my friends. But What i do believe is I am me.<br />
Right now there are so many decisions to make, so many adventures to go on. There is just so much more in life than just a secure job and building a family. There is a legacy to be made, to be remembered at times long ahead in future when i might become just another old man. But at least at that point i might have a tale to tell the future generation.There should be a meaning to everything that happens.Else why are we there in this world. We don't know exactly what we are supposed to do in this world, the simple question of why we are in this world or the straight forward question of why this world is there itself.<br />
There are so many questions in life unanswered as of now. So much confusion for what might be, what might have been and what will be. We have but only one life to figure out as much as we can.<br />
Where our salvation lies is the hardest to find only because it always lingers somewhere we don't search.<br />
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Ultimately if anyone has ever come across an answer to what should one live for and why in the world there is so much left unanswered, do contact me on reading this because as of now i have no clue as to what i am here in the world for.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-55552367926848411972014-07-02T13:12:00.001-07:002014-07-02T13:12:29.532-07:00College Memoirs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It takes 4 years to build memories but those moments when reflected upon even for a few seconds makes them miss so terribly. Even though a year has passed by, it seems only yesterday that we were in college.<br />
Still remember the mornings which led us to deep thoughts of our future and then only by looking at your friend sleeping, thinking What the hell, lets just go to sleep.<br />
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Reckless, Careless, Thoughtless, Stress less, and all the so much more less. Friends made up the world.<br />
Playing all night long just to wake up for the exam the next morning, looking at passing girls and often thinking out loud " woh toh teri bhabhi hai, buri nazro se mat dekh " ,going out at midnight for a snack and realizing you dont have fuel to get back, being stuck hung over in the city only for your friend to get you back in one piece back to your room, Hah.. how i miss those days.<br />
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Even now each of the details is crystal clear. No matter how much time passes, college life will always be memorable. Not because of its perfectness, rather the silly imperfections that made it enjoyable.<br />
Also so many of Firsts happen in colleges.<br />
First love, First Breakup, First Drink, First sutta, First crush, First interview, First time away from home,<br />
First time being totally independent, First fight, First sorry, and last but still the most important first friends.<br />
No matter how far these friends are , No matter how much less they stay in communication, still when called upon ,undoubtedly all of them will be there forever. These are the bonds that last forever.<br />
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The last few days of college were also the ones to be missed more. Promises made, forgiveness sought, debts repaid, entering the no summer holiday world. Alas these are the days that are now.<br />
The days are long, the nights have become short , work work work on everyone's mind.<br />
When will such days come back. When will these friends come back. I want to live like this forever.<br />
No matter what, i am sure these lovely days meant so much. so so much.<br />
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To be continued...............</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-88663122300037262702014-06-17T12:27:00.003-07:002014-06-17T12:27:56.338-07:00Decisions.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I dont care whether my decisions are bad or good or worse. It only matters that the decisions are mine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">People around you will always come up with solutions, suggestions, to guide you along the path of life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But it is upto us to choose where we want to go. Everything we do, we do it for ourselves, so WHY listen to others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Make your own mistakes. Learn from them and only then you will have a great story to tell worth listening about. No one can live a perfect life without bad decisions. Leaving home without umbrella on a rainy day or taking a taxi just as the signal turns red, all are bad decisions, but if they are yours then you get all the blame.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Its no use blaming others for listening to them and ruining your moment. Such people will always find a way to get rid of their troubles by blaming it on others. These are the people who enjoy advising others since they themselves had failed to listen to their heart and make their own decisions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So make your own decisions, Choose your own path, follow your heart, and do what you think is yours true motive. The worst that may happen is you learn from it. Thats not as bad as you must have thought. Is it??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Carve your own destiny, for people dont remember those who follow others, but only those who make others follow them.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-43040745122781939522014-06-04T14:25:00.001-07:002014-06-09T00:37:53.559-07:00Connecting the dots .. (1)<p dir="ltr">I knew it was a bad decision. Gazing at the dark gloomy pits ,I could clearly make out the reason for the cowardice shown by the other side.<br>
"Today we fight ,not for glory nor for ourselves but for the future that lay in the wombs of mothers. Today may be our last day so make it count for something so that we may die laughing as heroes." Roared the cheif.<br>
There was a moment of silence, reflection and of what can happen ,glimpses of the feared monster swayed across the eyes of the fighters. He continued<br>
" Before we call on the gods to save our world ,let us ordinary natives of this glorious lands where the rivers flow endless, the flowers bloom always and the mountains climb ever so high bow and rise before each other so that we may know this fight is not for our survival but for our chance to live fearlessly. Let us fight together to end this fear in our heart and die with glory and tales be told of our legendary battle for the future." <br>
And saying so he jumped into the pit.<br>
"Not with out me brother.."</p>
<p dir="ltr">And so lay the two brothers staring at each other. They may have been of different sides but their ultimatum was comman. Both wanted to slay the demon who had seperated them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Start the ritual said the brothers in unison as the priests and necromancers started their chanting. The ground caved and the walls rattled as the chanting continued. <br>
Both could feel the heat coming from the ground but neither could figure out the pain that was to befall on them. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It felt like their fears had materialized. The demon so huge covered in burning flames instilled numbness in most of the warriors. Watching their chiefs in disbelief as to how would they do the unthinkable. Only their oath to fight till the end had them standing near the arena. Else they would have far left the earth itself in search of a safer place. Yet the two brothers looked into each other and believed in themselves. They picked up their swords and prepared themselves. <br>
The demon swinged the burning sword at both of them. They dodged by splitting up.<br>
"Nice arm you got there " taunted the chief of children of light. "Will not last long though "said the other brother, the chief of the bearer of darkness. <br></p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-74225094669673196092014-05-26T10:07:00.000-07:002014-05-26T10:08:44.126-07:00Dint Know I Was Lost....!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">" wake me up when it's all over</span><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">When I'm wiser and I'm older</span><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">All this time I was finding myself</span><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">And I didn't know I was lost "</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Indeed everyone is truly lost. Lost in the wild searching for something to cling on to. Something to answer their questions. In this chaotic world , no wonder one finds it too hard to find anything.</span><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Uncertainty is the harsh reality. No one actually knows what the future holds, nor the past path that leads us to where we are now. Maybe we need to sleep indeed. Hold back for a while and reflect on ourselves. In the present most people pay attention to what others are upto. What the others are doing. Nobody really cares about doing stuff that they appreciate rather those which will be appreciated by others. </span>Truly lost why this is being posted.<br />Thats all folks !!!! </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-10301816152794109592014-05-14T09:58:00.000-07:002014-05-14T10:01:30.808-07:00QuiT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Quitters never Win and winners never quit</span></b> </div>
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say the so called great philosophers.</div>
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Ironically, true essence of winning in this existing world is knowing when to quit. In the corporate world, its never a win win situation. Hard as anyone may try if someone wants to gain something, some other person will surely lose.<br />
This world is cruel. And in this world the one with a pure soul and heart can never survive. A fairy tale where a prince saves the lady and they live happily ever after is hugely exploited to draw attention of young minds towards a perfect future. This only leads to added pressure and ultimately not only does the young mind suffer from morale loss but also loses his/her faith in world. It does not matter how well you lived until and unless you are satisfied. People think having a job , wife, family might keep oneself satisfied. This is the ultimate lie in the world. People follow this and eventually quit their goals which they had laid in their dreams. This is called quitting when one ought not to. I may be sounding like a vicious and despicable person, but surely this is the truth of the world we live in.<br />
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People quit. Its a fact. Hard try one may not to, in the end they get satisfied with what they have and strive to safeguard what they have ,ultimately forgetting all the dreams they had weaved since childhood. Can the world improve in such a situation. Its hard to foretell but those who have broken away from chains such as these can have a greater probability of reaching where they want to be.<br />
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However cruel the world maybe, when we are born we all are free and those who do not respect this fact ought to be removed from this world.<br />
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Strangely though one person quitting leads to an opportunity for another not to . A person quitting for family only blooms another young mind who can challenge the ongoing convention of this world. When one door closes another one opens. This is true most often than not.<br />
So a word of advice to my readers who are next to NIL, do not quit unless you think you need to. Quitting is not a bad habit but do not forget the ultimate gift the world has for you. Only a chosen few can unwrap this gift whereas the maximum of the population do not even dream about it.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-65420227627832262912014-05-10T13:36:00.000-07:002014-05-14T10:02:27.859-07:00Pretty.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Its not love when you see the person everyday and feel the same every moment. Rather when you cant forget a glimpse of her even after a year.<br />
I still remember the time i first saw you. Maybe it was the sun reflecting or your skin glowing but you really shined my world for a second over there...<br />
The countless nights seem so short and at the same time endless when all i could think about was what to say how to behave whenever an opportunity occurs , a single chance to make contact , a single moment with the one who just took my breath away...<br />
How can someone be so simple yet so stunning. Pretty people are those who just do not pretend to be pretty nor care about being called one but those who just feel beautiful naturally. Getting back to her, even after more than 6 months , the vision of her , the first moment of radiance in her , the first time i ever laid eyes on such a beauty is truly mesmerizing. Still whenever i close my eyes, you are always in my sight.Call it being a fool,a retard, there's not a moment where i can go on without thinking of what might have been if we could have been together.<br />
No matter how far we are, we will always be under the same sky.<br />
Maybe when i think of you, you think of me as well. Though this is a far fetched dream, there is really no harm in thinking like this . After all what makes you happy is what you ought to have faith in.<br />
I sincerely hope one day when all is not over and when everyone is happy, and there is still times left to live in this hellish world, i can savor a couple more moments of calmness and be amazed with you and by you.<br />
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I really do have fallen for you. Somewhere/Someplace/Sometime if you read this and think i wrote this for you. You are truly right in thinking so and would be waiting for a miracle to happen.<br />
Love<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-6678754256887061852014-05-07T23:43:00.002-07:002014-05-07T23:45:39.264-07:00Wonderful People....!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last night while getting back from work, I happened to stumble upon an accident. A Bus had crashed into a car and the driver had run off. The surrounding people in the vicinity helped the person and took him for medical attention.<br />
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The people who saw the accident were terrified while few others felt sympathy for such a misshaping. Moving on just at the same time, a few blocks away i saw a newborn child playing with his father. The smile on the face of the child was truly beautiful and soothing.<br />
I wonder whether happiness and sadness in the world is balanced. Only a thin line separating these two. How can such a terrible accident take place just a few blocks away from where the child was playing. Nevertheless the child did not care nor noticed anything except the joy on his fathers face.<br />
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This is not the only case. We all must have noticed the despair on the face of mothers who beg to keep their child fed ,the pleasure on the face of an accomplished man, the eagerness for work on the face of an fresh graduate , the indifference of the person just about to retire, the anticipation on the face of people watching the magician , the fear on the face of the magician to make the act smooth, the tears on the face of a lost person , the cry of joy on the face of person having won a long lost battle, the weakness of people who just watch the world go on, the courage of people who strive to make things work.<br />
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These are few contradicting happenings around the world at the same time. Still we manage to live in a balanced world without paying heed to any sufferings around us nor any to the happiness of people around us.<br />
Have we lost ourselves in this huge world. Are we not just a tiny piece of puzzle in this gigantic world.<br />
Is there any meaning to lives of people who choose just to run down their 60 years in this world thinking they are happy.<br />
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Sometimes i wonder is this all we can do, choosing to lead our lives the way we think will keep us happy.<br />
Is happiness our ultimate goal or is there something bigger than this world we live in. Maybe some people already know and are too secretive to share these knowledge. Even so hopefully we all can find a reason in our lives no matter how small it may be. Because we get only a single life, and we need to understand this world in this very short duration.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920026574683785715.post-28355019230320028012013-07-20T09:43:00.000-07:002013-07-20T09:43:02.378-07:00Intro.......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
First question.... <b>Why start a blog... ??</b><br />
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For obvious reasons i don't have much to do with my free time (which is abundant) so why not give this a try...<br />
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I am Aditya Taunk. I am just another kid living in mumbai , India <i>(City of dreams)</i> enjoying life as it comes.<br />
I have a passion for sports and travelling. Though a noob at DOTA <i>(Online Game)</i> , am a FIFA <i>(Another Awesome Game)</i> pro. Never mess with me in FIFA though u may take out ur frustration through DOta <i>(Im really bad at that) </i>. Like to mess with peoples brain and make them do stuff<i> (Don't Believe me. Just try me) </i>.<br />
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Supporting Cardiff City Fc since 2008 . I saw the first match accidentally while surfing through the channels but a great club and great supporters. Its my dream to travel to the capital and bask in the atmosphere of cardiff city stadium. Ohh Wait.. U dont know about CARDIFFCITY ????.... Well its one the best clubs in U.K and recently promoted to Barclays Premier League. Don't worry , U will Remember the name soon when it kicks your Fav. Clubs Ass....<br />
<br />Apart from that, An adventurous Traveler and a weird philosopher. I like <i>(No Wait - I LOVE)</i> travelling places and taking odd routes even when they have a well laid out route. A little adventure never hurts. My aim in life is to travel the entire globe and i will do my best to make it come true.<br />Honestly..... I will do it.<br />
"I did It" <i>(From Future Me)</i><br />
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Well that is more than enough about me right now. Lets see where this blog stuff ends up....!!!<br />
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