tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323185812011-07-08T12:35:50.623+08:00You are the sweetest flavor of my life.. :)Vineethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06729192721709051379noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32318581.post-33940274527472034262010-04-17T18:38:00.012+08:002010-04-18T21:20:00.418+08:00

I have a question about something i am sure nobody in this world can answer.Instead of asking you right away, I would like to bring you to that tiny question. Keep any 2 of you finger tips facing each other  (preferably ur right n left pointing fingers). And with minute movements(really minute), draw them nearer...more nearer with micro movements..But as u realize by now, we don't have that much

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Once upon a time, on a dry bare land.., Among the millions of brown dead grasses, one healthy flake of grass asked an empty beer can which can be alive for only a bit, till the last drop of its 'golden' aerated blood evaporates... " how was your life..." Beer can knew the grass flake was asking for the sake of askin something so that it can continue the conversation to askin a drop of water. but

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Those vertical random beautifuly spraying black/grey lines...ill-shaped dots,... in short, marks/scratches on the film role which is an inevitable and the most desirable imperfection in olden days' movies... usually as a result of manual editing (trust me photograph of an editing room has nearly knocked me down). Though you wont find these scratch marks on some very old movies. The reason I leave

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Common problem among us Indians.. to use the word "sorry" as a verb instead of a noun. Come on ppl.. We can't give or ask for a "sorry". Sorry is not a thing.. its a state of mind which can be described as the noun of sorrow..  YES.. we could get/give some "sorrow" frm/to others ofcourse. but not "sorry"! Same case with the word - "foreign"... but I dun need to elaborate on this DO I? God Bless

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Simply be rich .. n have plenty.. thou Shalt not want.  My mind is too simple and un-complicated to make me rich.. This sentence I have been clinging on... for years. The path to richness (richness=Enough money for All of our Needs) is jus easy... way too easy than you think.. its a snake n ladder game between your happiness and your circumstances. n not a grumpy chess game as most of us think.

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The Following text is a sketch of my mind during my journey to work ONLY. Spoiler alert: Lot of negative energy! -------- ARGGHH. I really have to go to an open place n shout! ALL thEsE.! DREAMS BROKE,! EYES ARE OPENED WITH A CREAKY SOUND.. ROOM TO BATHROOM!!! WITH ONLY ONE THOUGHT IN MIND.. TO SLEEP! AND WIND. HOUSE DOOR SHUT OR NOT SHUT! WHO CARES.! JOINTS IN MY LEGS RESISTS TO MOBILISE

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Not many. Not all. Not a few. as unclear this statement is, so is life folks.! Not many understand what they are living for. Not all have a hope for tomorrow. Not a few..Life gets rolling on the wheels of feelings/hopes/fears. Little part of life is affected by real instances/incidents... only a little part.. because, after an Incident, people make it a memory which acts as a cause for 'Feelings/

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If I had a "happenings" section in my life's notice board, i think it will be always filled with notices and newsletters in front of which my angels would stand around. But I dont think I will peek into it very often... especially when God puts up some important event/activity. Sigh.. really missed some nice.. "happening" moments. but as always, Thanking God for giving me at least what I have

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"Life's an illusion without alcohol." a very interesting MSN nick which i saw in my friend list.izzit just a passing phrase... or izzit worth a thought comparing it to how harmful living in water can be in the case of humans and how deadly it can be when a fish is left in open/pure air where humans can survive.. humm... well.. i surely think thers something to think bout it.

Vineethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06729192721709051379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32318581.post-2986549806457321402008-02-17T09:24:00.007+08:002010-03-30T18:29:17.594+08:00

It was 5.45 am. My alarm rang with a sad note. I woke up cursing the need to go to work. The room was cold... ma sheet was giving me endless offers and was luring me...askin me to be under its warmth. I was cryin and cryin inside...Body feels numb. Bending my body to wake up seemed like im detaching myself from a part of my body... :( but.... there is something that makes me smile everyday. :)

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Scene: outside a hospital. It was raining.... last minutes of a man...lying down on e road... crying aloud to his son... he was muttering something. his son came running to him.. when he tried to listen to his dad carefully... he figured out... Old man was trying to say something which he never followed in his life... which he wanted his son to follow and not to make the same mistake like his

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There are things which i did and for which i hated myself... i jus hated doing those.. but i couldn't help but to do it. Lot of things which i couldn't resist. realization dawns! Regulation is needed in ma life... Ma habits are the ones which i would wanna change. habits can be changed unlike human nature. When I do something wrong, my conscience hinted me. but i couldn't resist. did all those

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I've been Askin myself these qtns for a long time. why. why am i addicted to so many things. why do I have a feeling tht im being avoided.. why is it tht i cant stop thinkin bout em... why can't i jus get away from ma habits. good or bad... they are still addictions! And they are distracting me. well it will take time to get answers to ma qtns. till then ma mind is jus empty. ill start writing

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Other than the rare sight of a baby sleeping on a really cozy piece of bread instead of having her breakfast, I think this picture has a more lively presence.. if i were some where near by this small sleeping angel.. I would have heard a million testimonies and songs of joy that each light ray will be singing aft hitting and reflecting off that lovely skin of hers. Like plunging into a river of

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His Promises... When He knew his heart will never stop beating for her, even if it does for his own body.., he just made it sure before he invited her to the throne in his heart.. to become his queen.. When he gets merely washed away by her brilliant charm everytime she is in his arms.., her Heavenly touch makes every single trinket of his soul to priceless Gems. When her senses are the most

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Have you ever wondered which is the sweetest and most promising word you have ever come across.? from those 26 alphabets, three of them were lucky to be a part of the word of my dreams. :) That magical word is none other than- "Free"... its simply a state when we are given the maximum number of options in anything we do. May it be choices we have for the places we wanna go... or a choice to get

Vineethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06729192721709051379noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32318581.post-52073418787661845322007-12-22T02:02:00.002+08:002010-03-30T18:55:41.857+08:00

In the light of that dusky moment when i left behind some real memories in a place where i probably wouldn't go back again in my life... i was stricken by that cruel element i hate.! that very element everyone hates- Sadness. sadness... we would never know when it is gonna start or when its gonna bother us. Before cursing it, i started thinking why this happens in life. why these unpleasant

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I always feel that there is a silent converstation between two people who have ever looked at each other's eyes. may it be on the road side, in the workplace or in the bus stop. there is always this silent business going on between people. And, i think there is a deeper meaning in this when its the opposite sex. This conversation, only God will know who starts it and who ends it. strange isnt it.

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hey! Vin hereGiving reasons for this page of mine.. even though i understand its so common for someone to start bloggin. but for a person like me, its so an odd attempt. now lemme see how it goes. btw, opening a blog seemed so easy for me...so, reasons are many.

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