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Couple

Love 11:32 AM

There is no such thing as perfect couples. Beneath their visible perfection are hiding some grave compromises unknown to the world. Believe it or not, even the meant-to-be couples would nod to this, cause it is so true.

One such couple I know, cause I am a common friend to them, and I know them personally even before they got to know each other.

In an insane love with things going well, the guy supports her big decisions and the girl supports his unspoken dreams. The girl I know, is independent, fierce and a tomboy, but least one would know that she's hopelessly romantic inside with childlike, playful heart that likes to be surprised like every other girl would want to. The boy is quite mature of his age. He is self-made, responsible and caring though lacks the power of expressing his feelings in a true manner to his girl. So while girl fell for his nature, compassionate heart and infinite unexpressed reasons that just clicked right, the guy was caught himself off guard against her strong will, all things silly and an understanding loyal heart. Together they laugh, crack jokes, and support each other to become whatever they want to be.

Though, clearly there be times when she finds herself unhappy, unloved and frustrated, and our guy just doesn't understand why in spite of trying everything he could, she couldn't recognize his endeavors.
Together they are definition of a perfect couple for everyone they know, but who knows what happens in real. No one.

So, who is wrong here? The boy who loves her dearly but couldn't express it or our girl who can't get her mind off him yet stays angry with him?

Perhaps, that's what happens over a period of time. When you have overcome all the good & bad things you knew about each other and expects a lot more and meanwhile, the 'more' of each other starts to unfold. And although you only have each other, you keep having troubles in your paradise. While one can't satiate their partner's emotional cravings, the other doesn't find what they used to be in the beginning and struggle in balancing their actions between the old and new them. Cause, even after all this, you both know that you have one crazy mad love that nobody else can give you.

So what's the solution for a couple to be happy? Compromises, which they must get so used to, that it doesn't even bother anymore.
Acceptance, that there will be expectations they need to let go off to stay happy.
It takes time to excel these, but once it happens you both are changed for good.
There is no such thing as perfect couples. Beneath their visible perfection hide some of the grave compromises unknown to the world and accepting each other the way they are. And in them you find a 'perfect couple' to look up to.

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One Day

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City that Never Sleeps For Long - A walk through the holy lanes of Banaras

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(Subah-e-Banaras with Siberian birds and some lemon tea in mind-numbing breeze)

That's true, wake up at 5 in the morning and roam about the lanes and you would find early birds moving around, perhaps towards a nearest Ghat (the bank of river Ganges). The tinkling temple bells, chanting prayers, and aroma that never wait for a sunrise would follow you as you move.

Having my roots from Banaras (Varanasi) is a privilege for me to travel the city anytime I want and have a gala time with all my cousins. But it wasn't until my recent trip of the year-end that helped me explore the holy city more closely than ever. Since the city has a lot to offer so every time I returned from there, I knew I have missed on something. Of course in all my past trips, I also ran out of time. But for this time I unchecked almost [:p] everything off my to-do/see list. From exploring the well maintained ruins of Sarnath to the ill-maintained city king's Fort in Ramnagar, savoring the drool-worthy sweetmeats to the famous tangy Tamaatar chaat and banarasi paan, I didn't refrain myself from anything that came on my way.

So here in this blog I would be sharing a recommended list via locales of famous & not-so-famous places and what you may/must experience when you visit the holy city of Varanasi .

1. Subah-e-Banaras - Experience the Sunrise & Ganga Arti

(Ganga Arti at Assi Ghat @ 5:30am, behind priests rests Ganga)

This is the first thing you should put on your list. An experience one of a kind. Better to experience it in early morning than in evening. Every Ghat in Banaras performs Ganga Arti twice a day. I witnessed it at 5:30 in a morning of late December at Assi Ghat. The Arti is performed by 7 priests preceded with 7 girls chanting mantras, hymns, and Ganga Prayers.

After which the Yagya is performed followed with a daily Yoga session. By the time Yagya completes, sun takes it place. Now you can walk though the Ghat to lose yourself in tranquil and majestic scenic beauty of Holy Ganga.

2. A visit to Sarnath

(Dhamek Stupa during sunset)

Located at about 12km away from Varanasi, the peaceful city of Sarnath holds,

a. The Dhamekh Stupa (known as the holy seat of Lord Buddha where he delivered his first sermon) founded by the King Ashoka, with a vast park around having relics and ruins all over.

b. Mulgandhakuti Temple, A buddhisht temple where Lord Buddha used to meditate. The temple so high as 110 feet huge, makes you feel that you are in Nepal. The passage adjacent to the temple takes you towards the animal and bird sanctuary known as Sarnath Deer Park.

c. Sarnath Museum, an archaeological museum of excavated relics from Dhamek Stupa park. Please note, the electronics are strictly prohibited inside the museum. In case of carrying any, submit the same at the entrance.

(ruins of Sarnath & the setting for the monks to meditate - the park)

d. Sarnath Deer Park- An animal and bird sanctuary

e. Lots of inner peace.

f. Don't miss Chaukhandi Stupa locally known as Seeta ki Rasoi. It marks the first visit of Mughal emperor Humayun in the city. It's located about 600m distance from Sarnath temple.

3. Fort Ramnagar

Ramnagar fort is located about 14km away from Varanasi and on the opposite side bank of the river (Also, opposite to Tulsi Ghat). A 166 years old fort that showcases, a museum of vintage vehicles , battle weapons, pistols, rifles etc, used in 17th century. The museum seems remarkable but its maintenance will let you down, the museum exit leads you to a drawing room like hall where you will find paintings of all the succeeded kings during that era and a beautiful & huge center table.

(A view from the Vyas mandir-back side of the fort)

Downstairs the museum is a passage towards the Vyas Mandir situated on the top backside of the fort. In the times, the queen used this passage to bathe in the Ganga followed by offering prayers to Vyas Mandir. It was such an ethereal experience to pass through it. Take a look on the roof, you will find numerous bats hanging there. Creepy ehh! No need to panic. Better glance and ignore and they will ignore you too. Keep stepping down and you will see a stone-made tortoise on your right side. It marks the water level for when come floods in the river. It's known that no matter how high a flood comes, it never goes above the mouth of tortoise.

(In and around Vyas Mandir)

Points to note:

Mobile phone is allowed but any kind of photography is prohibited inside the museum and hall.

Once you step out of one zone, you can't go back inside unless you buy a new ticket and begin again from the entrance. So take your time and make sure you see everything at one go.

4. Lal Bahadur Shastri Niwas

Within a walking distance from the Ramnagar fort is where you will locate the house. A lesser known fact: The Lal Bahadur Shastri's paternal home is in Varanasi. Avoid taking any auto/rickshaw, just ask the whereabouts from the locals around for them to guide you with the direction. We found a bunch of kids who walked us through. The house is a two-story building which is in process to convert into a museum. The room you will enter first displays the old and rare photos of the time and life of second Prime Minister of the Independent India. Adjacent to it is an alley-cum-veranda that leads you to the well maintained rooms of the actual house. The rooms look just the way they would have been in old times. The stairs takes you to the first floor. Similar experience, clay colored painted walls and the floor will make you touch them to get the real feel.

5. Man Singh Ki Vedshala

(the backside of the Observatory, a photo shot from the boat)

An observatory located near Dashashmedha Ghat and Man Mandir Ghat is more like a Museum where you can learn everything about the river Ganga and it's history. The observatory is basically an addition to the Man Mahal by the then king Sawai Jai Singh II [son of King Man Singh, and a great astronomer] who used this observatory to study astronomy and planetary positions to calculate time and prepare calendar. The whole place is a visual treat with its intricate masonry and carved, painted windows and walls. While the first floor is a museum along with some locked rooms which earlier would have been a part of the palace, the terrace serves as the observatory with huge stone-made instruments and a breathtaking view of river Ganga.

(Intricately carved windows of observatory museum ahead which Flows the Ganga)

(view atop the observatory)

6. The Boat Ride

Take a boat ride along the banks of Ganga or just cross the river and go to the opposite side for a beach fun. Best time to go for it is either early morning or late evening. I enjoyed the boat ride from Dashashmedha Ghat and Man Mandir Ghat that are next to each other.

5. What to Eat and Where

The Usual Breakfast

The city offers quite a many options, Chooda Matar (different version of Poha), Ghughri-Jalebi (Ghugri is prepared with spiced black gram/peas), Kachori Sabji, Aloo-poori, and usual south Indian breakfasts. Pick first three for an authentic flavor that city provides. No specific place, look out for a slightly hygienic roadside stall (difficult to locate) or head to Dina Chaat Bhandar or Kashi Chat Bhandar. Rating: Great.

(Tamaatar Chaat/Dina Chat Bhandar)

Tamaatar chaat

A kind of chaat that you might have never heard of or had before. Made of tomatoes and mashed potatoes it's served with tiny namak pare (salty flour crispies) in kulhads (terracotta cup). Enjoy it at it best taste at Dina Chaat Bhandar or Kashi Chaat Bhandar. Rating 5/5

Laung Lata

One just can't get away without trying it out. A sweet patty dipped in sugar syrup, stuffed with mawa, dry fruits, and a generous taste of grounded cloves. A sweet so delicious with a different taste. Recommendation: Do not try any famous sweet shop as those big shops won't justify its taste. Better find decent local street market sweetmeat shops to savor the pleasure. Apologies, I was so lost in the taste that I completely forgot to click its photo! Rating: 5/5

(Banarasi Thandai | Rabadi Lassi | Masala Lemon Tea)

Lemon tea

Do not miss to taste it once. You won't have to visit a shop for it. Just go to any Ghat and you will find tea-sellers roaming around, especially during early mornings and late evenings. A hot beverage slightly colored with tea and infused with lemon, black pepper, cloves and a few spices it is super tasty. Though some of the people might not build a taste for it. Rating 5/5

Thandai

There is no definite place to enjoy a glass of it. Out of too many flavors go for Banarasi Thandai. You need to tell them to avoid or add Bhang. A dollop of cream would be on it without a miss. Rating-4/4

Lassi

I found the thickest lassi of my life at a shop near Lal Bahadur Shastri's Niwas. Amazing taste, thicker, high on calories, served with dollops of cream and Rabri on the top, even if you take the smaller glass you'll face trouble finishing it off. Rating-4.5/5.

Well, that's about it. There are many such places known-unknown i.e. Anand Park near Durga kund and a nearby Golgapppe vala. Lesser known sweetmeat shops when the Ksheer Sagar franchise is everywhere. It is always a great experience to explore the holy city for something new every time. My next trip to Varanasi would be to explore the darker side of the city such as, the mysteries behind Aghoris, mysterious ghats like Mani karnika and harishchandra ghat, and lot more.

Till the time, hoping to come up with a few more travel blogs anytime sooner. Till then enjoy and let me know your thoughts on this one.

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Just A Farewell

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Money can't buy safety!

Delhi NCR 12:30 AM

Years back, appearing for umpteen entrances was quite a mission for me. And there's one, I may never forget. Not because it was tough or whether I cracked it, but for a totally different reason.
The center was much farther from my place. Though I've been to the place once, the route was difficult to remember. So, I asked my father about the route and everything, and he thoroughly explained the same. Like a protective father, he asked me if I wanted him to come along, to which I assured him that I'd manage. He entrusted me, knowing how I find my own ways at strange places as it's never been a big thing for a girl who has travelled different states of India all by herself, so he did not questioned me any further.

It was a bright sunny day of March. To reach the destination, I took varied means of transportation that comprised, changing a bus, two autos, and a strode to be taken in the end. After boarding off the second auto, I had to walk down a long road. Unfortunately, the auto dropped me at a wrong place saying, "bas yaha se seedha nikal jaao madam, aaram se pahunch jaaoge". But, after taking few steps I was sure that I was lost, I dint find any other transportation available. Anyway I kept marching ahead on the road. Suddenly, close to a widespread construction site beside the lone road, I saw a bunch of men standing. As I neared, I found them grinning and staring at me. They must be 7 or 8, I remember. I looked around to the farthest point my eyes could reach and found nothing, no other human, or any vehicle.
"What if, they do something to me? I can't do anything in spite of being bold. Perhaps a bleak shout in that isolated area." The thought seized me. Out of my surprise, my heart throbbed for a while. With that growing sense of fear, I walked down the road. Anyhow I reached to the institute, gave my entrance test and came back home.

Though nothing bad happened, but at times, just a thought of it scares me for moments. I never found myself so vulnerable or helpless in my whole life. Even all the money I had couldn't have saved me, if...something wrong had happened.

PS: For the first time in my life, I literally felt, to be a woman is a curse.
(Image courtesy: Aaliyah - Enough Said Cover image)

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India: a regionalist Nation | A case study on Hindi Diwas

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It's Hindi Diwas last month on Sept 14th and being an ardent linguistic person, I felt obligated to celebrate the day for the love of Hindi. I chose twitter as it's the place where I get instant feedback and some intelligent conversation.
Few weeks before the event, I wondered whether #HindiDiwas too make it to the trending saga of hashtags on twitter. (It did not, Sigh!)
Nevertheless, with all the vague anticipations, I started tweeting. RTs & mentions kept flowing in and I found a sudden transition of Indians into regionalists, asking me to stop imposing Hindi 'on them'. The people I engaged and the outcome, to an extent was more negative than how I expected it to be. Well, it was out of my surprise, because I surely wasn't promoting Hindi but tweeting facts about Hindi language. All I meant was that Indians should respect Hindi which is the official language of India, but all I concluded is that an Indian prefers English over Hindi and if you dare to favor Hindi, the same person will start favoring different regional languages in India and bicker about Hindi. Though I still don't get the idea behind such a split thought-process. People can blurt out that Hindi isn't our national language, but have no idea that it's the official language of India. At one point my mind went to a state of disbelief and confusion that how to respond to them. Though I responded anyway because it's a social media practice that one should respond every conversation, provided the argument makes sense. (by fitting into 140 characters if its twitter.)
How can you be so proud to be an Indian if it sounds 'cute' or 'not-a-big-thing' to you when you fumble while speaking Hindi, but embarrassing if its English. When 41% of population in India speaks Hindi & those who understand it are more than 65%, why there isn't one language that can be learned, spoken and taught to every Indian just like other countries? Why can't Hindi be eligible for this (Or Sanskrit for that matter. No, it isn't funny). It's curiosity and curiosity is quite human. Anyways, if people can keep fighting over 'India' and "Bharat" we can surely see more such things peeking up.

Anyways, at the same time on twitter when I had having such confrontations coming by, I did get some positive feedback and appreciation too, across the country. I considered this as a success for all my endeavors.

PS: I love languages, be it Hindi, Telugu, Bengali, Urdu,... French or Latin, and... I Love our India.

Image courtesy: Screenshot is just one example taken out of my twitter handle. I've kept the image here this large intentionally to make it legible.

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Memoirs. How can one possibly destroy them?

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This time, I am here with a guest blog post on love. Interesting, ehh? Here the term memoir is being expressed in a subjective manner. Have a read and smile if you find it worth.

Here it goes:

At times, when they keep telling her to forget him and that the time will heal all the invisible wounds she has, she perplexes, nothing but just perplexes with a faded smile thinking...How can I?!.
She has made peace with it that the past would never make a comeback. The good old memories. She keeps on wondering that why is it just not happening, why is it so hard to safeguard her present by a haunting past?

OK, so she may forget him, but how would she forget that first feeling and that he was supposed to be her 'everything' for ever.
She is all ready to forget the talks but could she destroy the whole room where she sat to have those endless conversations till wee hours ending up missing her beauty sleep?
She is ready to forget that awkward rendezvous at an airport that still means a lot because she met him their for the first time, but could she just bomb down that airport so that she wouldn't have to fly from there, ever or without recalling their first meeting?
She can delete those heart-melting songs from her playlist but could she ever ignore the lyrics she accidentally comes across to?
She is ready to forget that candle-lit dinner she had, but could she quit going out for dinners with someone else at all?
She is ready to not think about him but what to do with memoirs that are engraved in all the places they had been at, all the days they spent, and those moments she learned from to become a better her?
How could she not visit those places again, living those dates every year, and reliving those moments every now and then?

Change is inevitable so it's all right that she keeps changing as the time passes by, and doesn't look or walk in her old self in public. But could she ever turn back to what she has transformed into, from a girl-never-been-in-love into the girl-who-knows-love?
Questions come and go in her mind but what doesn't change is its permanent occurrence. Life is a weird beautiful case that has no solution but there's a dire need to accept what it is and will always be.

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Through the eyes of a happy old fellow

Bangalore 12:35 PM

“I am a very happy old man”.

When a person in his sixties avows this, it's a tight slap in the face of a boy who's depressed for not possessing a cell phone that would just cost 40 thousand bucks to his father, no matter whether he himself is capable of earning that much; or a girl who just doesn’t want to live anymore because her boyfriend broke up with her, ignoring all the pain her mother bore to give her the life & bring her up.

Is it that difficult to stay happy and alive?

Kaveri believes in living life happily & spreading smiles. But there are times when it is slightly tough to manage things with a TRUE smile, but she has excelled in that too. That became possible because of him and to have better understanding and maturity of such things, is what she learned from him. He is a kind of person whom she admires like her father.

Lately, when she kept struggling with her dwelling thoughts and ever changing mind. She retrieved how confused and disoriented she used to be most of the time, till the last years of her academics.
Before she stepped on to professional life, she ensured to visit the cities which are on her to-visit list. And there in Bangalore, she met him reminiscing how she had been in those endless conversations with him during her college days. And this time too, he gave her a one line thought that stood out among all the talks. Simply stated, but with a deep meaning. Life takes toll to make you what you want to be and in the process you have to realize that “change" is the only constant thing in one’s life on which neither you've got control, nor you can make any amendments.

Kaveri listened to him for like two hours and when she was back, her mind was unraveling tons of questions which she thought of every now and then. She went back to the flashback memories of the times when she was disappointed, praised, sad, on-the-cloud9, broken or so on. Then she realized that her over thinking leaves her to a blank mind. She recollected how brilliantly Pa (that's what she calls him) explained everything so easily.

Sipping her evening coffee from her Sunday Mug with tiny rabbits printed on it, she begun to rethink, at this phase of age, pa doesn’t regret or crib on anything around him or for anything that haven't happened to him.

Till now quite an unseen experience for her it was with all the old people she ever met. Pa had a great history of his life, which she felt bad about but never saw him feeling that way. He influenced him to think more positively about everything that comes around in life. All she ever knew as life’s lessons, she never thought it could have been so easy to understand, and that's because of that one line which summed up everything for her. While finishing her last sip of coffee, she thought there are always a few people in one’s life who either make you or break you. Pa is from the first leg, the one who made her more optimistic than ever before.

She stood up for packing her bag & unpacking her mind from all the delusions. She felt a better her. And then she jotted down in her book-for-life-time (no matter how many times she had came across to such TRUTHS of life, this time it was all new) she decided to read it more often and follow wholeheartedly.

To hell with those who cribs how life is too short. Instead, life is a journey- a good long one, live it lovingly. Be quick to figure out all the possible questions but take enough time to resolve them. You can’t expect much out of the people who come across, because you may be nice them but not necessary that they all would reciprocate in the same way. You can’t change your past so don’t waste time in regretting.

In the end, we all expect a good problem free life but the truth is none of us actually get one. Life is about phases... good or bad...and you...got to deal with it.
She finished penning down and got ready to catch her flight for the city next in her list.

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Busyness of the business :P

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Goa: Sand and Sun

Experience 10:39 AM

Trrrinnnnnnnn...the sound woke me up around 5:30am (reminder that was kept on my mobile). Sitting by the window, I was in the bus. Droplets of rain were all over my face like one could have played “join the dots” game. Funny, no?
Ohh!!! By the way, haven’t mentioned where I was heading to.
Well, our whole batch was heading toward Goa. A merriment excursion after a jaded orientation programme. I had never been to Goa before; so, I was enjoying the journey ever since it started. It was so exciting and the reason was, I had never been anywhere alone (accompanied by my family member(s)) besides it's entirely a new place for me.
Anyway, apart from been morning sleepy and titillated with the shivering weather, I was so much enjoying the twists and turns the bus was taking on the narrow roads, appurtenance to that, rain made it more enjoyable. I was eagerly waiting for the bus to enter in Goa.
And when the bus entered in Goa, I started anticipating in a nutshell, what would be here which would make an impact on me, who just don't get impressed so easily. All the talks and bookish knowledge I've immersed in, had to prove itself.
But I was wrong, before reaching the final destination, as a keen observer, I saw the architecture, the beautiful bungalows and houses. That's what caught my attention. Hence sub-consciously or rather peculiarly, it unexpectedly became the joy of my trip. Earlier I had been pretty sure of exploring beaches, nightclubs or the greenery in the rains, perhaps these are the first things someone would go for. Yes, I went to the beautiful beaches for first time, felt nature and greenery at its best. But the picture completely turned out to be different.
After the rain stopped, the sun arose shining. It was majestic to see illuminated rain-washed peaks of buildings and trees with golden aglow. That was a fine sparkling noon, I went for a short outing with friends to Aguada Fort (The famous 'Dil Chahta Hai' one), a historical place built in 1612 that was used as a watering station for the ships & a lighthouse from the same era. I love history & mystery so I ought to go there and like always been fascinated fascinated by its architecture and how it skirts the sea-shore. Though, I was somewhat disappointed that we were not allowed to go up the lighthouse.
I so wish that our Government and archaeology department would always work to save the historical buildings which are slowly converting into ruins. After the fort-visit, it was nice to wander around the city. The architecture of the city in terms of size, symmetry and hues used for the shops, markets and even the restaurants, made me feel as if I am in an old English city. More like a blend of an old-modern English-Portuguese city. Even the resort where we stayed for the whole time, interior and exterior, were good.
In Goa, the shops and restaurants use lights to decorate the name-board as well as the ambiance that beautifies the night even more. "Illuminate the dark."
Next day was for the beaches, I was expected to pay more attention to the sea and the scenic beauty. Of course I did, but then again I rather focused on the constructive part, built of the beach, shops scattered around and the establishments. Also more precisely, I focused on the sand (Really, sand?). I made a sandcastle out of the wet sand that fell off once it dried. I built it repeatedly it kept falling down after sometime (Wish there was some Binani cement, lol). Then I realised, the sun that made my sandcastle crumble would make it stay firm if the castle was of clay. And all of a sudden, I started thinking philosophically; life is also like this. Situations, either good or bad, are ultimately the situations which make us. It depends on us what we want to be, sand or clay, what choices we make. The way one chooses for life, determines the way ahead

Goa isn't just about beaches, lively night clubs and flashy parties. It holds a lot more. Hoping to get a few more days to explore more of it. Being in Goa for the first time in my life, exploring the best part, art and architecture of the place, won my heart and moreover, experiencing the beauty of nature so closely, far from the metro city life left me enlightened and philosophically content.

P.S. I have written it all in a very literary manner and is the excerpt from my assignment and not CAP-ed. ;) lolz

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That's me and more...

Attitude 12:05 PM

Life is a wonderland of reality for me And I love to wonder on these realities... :P
I am a Glib talker (so wot)
I can talk for hours without even caring if there be anybody really listening to me.
sunna hai to suno...... nahi sunna to bhi suno.
but I bet if you want me to listen I would be all ears.
.......................
Die hard fan of Leonardo Da Vinci (never met him and won't either :(
also of Sherlock homes (haven't read any novel)
do you wonder Y?
why am I not a fan of my Papa or Maa.
Well I don't need to be a fan of my guardian cause I already resemble them, and siblings? We do have a little in common.
usually hum to usi ke fan hote hain na jo hum banna chaahte hain.
(Still I do not want to be a replica of anyone and just love being myself)
.........................
I always love to be in love with love all the time
And that is how I am truly madly deeply in love with myself.
.......................
I don't believe in principles, I don't have or follow any and will never do
My dad, my best friends and people who surround me, have a set of principles in their life.
Still I don't care because those principles don't work for me.
(though I wonder how they suit them so well and never me)
..................
I love my own freaky passions
Sometimes I get new maddens and forget old ones and suddenly old ones make a comeback and then builds up a beautiful chaos that I love to be in...
( I wonder why some "things" never leave you and you still never get bored of them)
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I wander aimlessly here and there
Moving feet... ailing wounds... keep me alive.
(I wonder why I just can't sit patiently for a moment)
.............
They say I am wrong when I am right and right when I am right.
lol kidding....
(wonder why people prejudice, Stop loving me or hating me until you know me better.)

Hence I love to wonder and now either you should stop wondering or read again.

But one thing I never wonder about, is being myself, having my own style of living and taking up things in the manner I believe.
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Life is simple, life is sweet, Life is hard, sometimes too much,
makes u unable to tweet
Still...Smile baby smile....... every time...
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Be sincere rather than being serious (it is different)

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A Long To-Experience list, just one life!

Couple

One Day

City that Never Sleeps For Long - A walk through the holy lanes of Banaras

Just A Farewell

Money can't buy safety!

India: a regionalist Nation | A case study on Hindi Diwas

Memoirs. How can one possibly destroy them?

Through the eyes of a happy old fellow

Busyness of the business :P

Goa: Sand and Sun

That's me and more...

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