tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72773297877490626092012-01-25T23:07:49.004+05:30this is a space for my random thoughts.meetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18070705454594068172noreply@blogger.comBlogger1591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277329787749062609.post-2594954386712536122012-01-17T03:26:00.001+05:302012-01-17T03:39:31.720+05:30

The reason - by Hoobastank This song has one one of my most beautiful happiest and profound memory attached with it. The first time I heard this song, I was standing in midst of about 8-10 children between the ages of 3 months to 5 years holding a 9 month old baby girl in my hand, with a friend in a place called 'Akanksha' a shelter home for abandoned and unwanted children, which had been

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It was... One of those moments when the cold feeling she worked so hard to run away from, finally caught up with her. Slamming into her so hard, that she was left gasping. These were the moments when she stood face to face with her stillness, when she could no longer mute the noise within, instead the noise of the world and the life she was a part of, stood muted, by the roar of the storm

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There is a feeling that we all experience, at some point or the other in our lives, which cannot be explained with words, but it is there, an unexplained restless wistful gloominess. A growing discontent, while having all that we had wished and worked for, while watching the dreams we had dreamed grow and take shape and being surrounded by the dreams that we had seen come true, and yet finding

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It was a beautiful early Winter's night yesterday, lit up with the silvery pale moonlight of a gorgeous moon accompanied with a solitary star and me, on it's journey into the night along the vast sky.                                                          I just sat mesmerized, immersing myself in the slowly unfolding magical spectacle of nature. I let myself break free from the turbulent

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There are somethings that I have always wanted to do in my life. A few experiences that I have romanced with as ideas ,always dreaming that I would live them too someday. Some of those dreams turned into reality, but a reality in which I found myself lost, before, I could finally figure out that I was actually living my own dreams that had come true.  They taught me an important lesson,

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जो ना मिला जीवन में, पीछे उसके दौड़ते दौड़ते ज़िन्दगी निकल जाती है अंत में बस मुठी भर राख रह जाती है || पा लेने को तो, सारा जहाँ है,  पर अंत में सबके हिस्से  बस छे ग़ज ज़मी ही आती है|| बैंक- बैलेंस, गाड़ी, बंगला, नौकर- चाकर... चाह का अंत है नहीं कहीं | पाने को ख़ुशी जीवन में दो पल सुकून के ही काफी हैं ||

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That smile, which begins slowly at the corner of his lips, unfolds petal by petal, like a blooming flower erasing, as it travels, the worry laced wrinkles lining his forehead, wipes off the scowl from his face and the piles of concerns from his mind, That smile, which travels from his lips, lights up his heart , shines from within his eyes and gazes at me from within his distant voice, however

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This is how it all started, When a series of unconnected happy and unhappy incidents and memories after travelling through a soul, sprung from within it, tiny brooks of emotions, which within the con-volutes of a mind, finally knotted together in a string of words......and when the desire of those words wanting to make themselves heard, finally led someone to hold in their hand a pen and paper.

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15th August 2011 64 years since the stroke of midnight, when India, the Nation and it's people achieved their Independence, after a long and hard fought struggle. 64 years since, the pioneers of freedom struggle, who with the belief in their hearts and minds, that, a free people, who have witnessed the tyranny of being enslaved, would understand the true meaning of Independence, and cherish that

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It's been a while...I have been struggling with myself...I have been bugged, bothered, angry, low, disgusted...with myself, with if not many then atleast a few people around me....I have been struggling to find comfort, peace and understanding about myself and my life....none are coming....I tried drowning myself in work....It did not work....I tried drowning myself in books, in random things,

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When our ancestors found that wheatWas a good bread to eatThey settled in Jericho.All of us are settled now,But in our souls there is a great woe:We don't know where to go. I am settled in a fine placeI own a house, I live in grace,I have a patioBut late at night when the wind lamentAnd  the garden shivers - my soul is rent:I don't know where to go. One day when I say good-byeTo life and wife,

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रात में ढलती सुबह सुबह में गुम होती रात के बीच सपनों की रफ़्तार से भागती इस ज़िन्दगी में dhundhti हूँ कुछ लम्हें सुकून के | सुबह सुबह दौड़ते हुए गरम टोस्ट और चाय की दो चुस्कियों में,हडबडाहट में निगले माँ के प्यार से भरे लंच के डब्बे में,शाम की काफ्फी के अरोमा से  गुम होती दिनभर की थकान मे,dhundhti हूँ कुछ लम्हें सुकून के | कभी,किताबों के पन्नो में छुपी कविता कहानियों में,कभी,दोस्तों के साथ बिताये

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Real beauty is what the eyes of a mother see, every time she looks at her child. The love that stirs within the depths of her hearts making her child the most beautiful thing for her, wiping away everything else. Real beauty is what you see through the trusting eyes of children, who with their faith believe that this world is a beautiful place, where no harm can ever reach them. Who entrusting

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Over the years she had filled up every inch of her loneliness with work. All the while it seemed she was missing a lot, but she was so full with what she had, that all that which she was missing neither mattered nor did she care about it. She was happy with what she had. She had made a choice and locked up a few things and forgot about the key. One day she found the key again. Opened the door

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I walked on, leaving behind the walls of the world, I am caged in. I walked on, feeling the rain seep within feeling the cold drops sliding down my naked skin feeling the calm soak within, embalming my bleeding soul I walked on, letting the song of falling rain, drown the noise of restlessness threatening to engulf me in. Breaking free far and long into the rain.I walked on, feeling alive with

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Day after Day, the burden of choice grew, harder to bear, heavier to carry Heart pumped, Veins thrummed, gradually growing tired Atlas bled, still holding up. for him, it was a duty sacred, to be performed, like drawing of breath while every breath, suck out of him life moment after moment like a poison Still Atlas stood, without a moan, enduring the wounds bleeding silent tears of blood '

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I wandered again, in the maze of locked doors, long forgotten. turned a few knobs, listening to the screams of past, that broke free wished, I had left undisturbed, the dust covered rust of memories. Remembering, why the knobs had been left unturned, and memories left to rust beneath the dust.

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Been a while since I blogged, Infact it's been a since I have written anything. It's as if a relentless writer's block has set in. I can't seem to catch the words and string 'em together, they come and go, taunting me, calling me from a distance, I hear their call, I see them....but I can't make myself stretch out to 'em and even if I make the effort, I loose 'em before I can reach 'em. I am

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I am just learning and all my life, I shall only have learnt every passing moment,  every passing day,  year after year, that i shall have lived.

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The Day in history when India won the Cricket World Cup Again after 28 years. I am not a very big Cricket fan, In fact I barely watch more than 3 Cricket Matches in a year, but even for me, This was a Moment. A moment I shall cherish, relive and experience again and again throughout my lifetime. That moment when we won, the feeling, the delight, the exaltation, all in that one moment, when the

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To live, To learn, To love, To laugh, To spread "The Joy" with which I have been blessed                    wherever I go Let this be my Symphony. Wrote this after reading the poem Symphony posted by Relyn here http://comesitbymyfire.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-morning-poetry_27.html

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25.03.2011 My birthday, another year of life gone by, another year to look forward to, to try and live my dreams, bring them true, to try and give back to life at least a bit more than what it gave me. Had a great time, when I least expected to, felt loved and blessed to have people around me who love and care for me the way they do, in their own ways, sometimes I fail to understand them, fight

meetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18070705454594068172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277329787749062609.post-26551464713495620162011-03-24T20:06:00.000+05:302011-03-24T20:06:17.300+05:30

That the answer to those questions about life we keep coming across or asking ourselves time and again lie in : Looking at life with the eyes and mind of a child, full of curiosity, curiosity not to understand life, but the curiosity of what life has to offer in return of the blind faith the child has placed in life.

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Keep still, my heart, Nor ask for peace, when care may suit thee best, Nor ask for love, nor joy, nor even rest, But be content to love, whate'er betide, And maybe love will bring thee to Love's side  - Cheiro

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(My apologies for the length of this post, to any one who does read this!!, I don't think there will be many) I remember being 15 days into 2011 (the year of the rabbit) and feeling like I had already lived through an entire year and dreading the rest of the year that was to come, Now having lived through 2 months of 2011 I wonder if I will scrape through this year intact and sane, chances are

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life goes on,  joy comes by, so does sorrow  love touches and passes by  seasons come and go by, people walk in and walk away, only u remain changed,  and yet chained till death finally comes by.

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‎...the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse. ~Walt Whitman, "O Me! O Life!" .  Make it a beautiful verse,  one that when touches the eyes, makes 'em smile,  when spoken sounds like a melody, when heard sounds like joyous hope, and touches one and all with a healing tenderness.

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Well, I havn't forgotten and I am making efforts to cook. Bought quite a few cook books on the cuisines I wanted to try this year, that is Lebanese, Italian and Indian. Started my cooking experiment, On Sunday 13th Feb, with an innovation of my own, a sweet dish made by grinding together almonds and raisins into a paste, with a little warm milk and cardamom, to be eaten chilled. (Everyone liked

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Been a long time since I did the New year resolutions - Thank you post, no wonder I have been feeling so heavy under the weight of all the Thank you's waiting to be said. Had been busy preparing for an exam, which mattered a lot and turned out to be a real kick in the ass. But I owe it to an amazing set of family and friends who were kind enough to tolerate me with my never ending panic attacks

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Off late I have spent more time worrying, thinking, dejected, confused and irritated than happy and content. I have not a had a moment's peace or bliss. It's like there is a storm brewing in the ocean of my heart, mind and soul which has distorted and disheveled my calm, leaving me torn. Why? Because I am at war with my Ownself. A war in which I have lost my focus on how to move about in life

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Love,  to those who have found it. Quest,  to those in search of it, void endless,  to those who are yet to find it, Pain excruciating,  to those who have lost it.

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                                  Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone.  ~G.B. Stern And that is why, I have decided to give words to mine, how soever tiny the expression may be, but I will voice it. The first week of a New year....don't we expect so much from it, and that too all good, positive, promising...I do...and though my year started beautifully, thanks to this bunch of amazing

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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only

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I have a few resolutions for this year...the first and the most important one of them being...living and working my resolutions. Having said that, I will actually begin living most of my resolutions after 6th of Feb (the day I have the most important exam of my life ahead.) 1) Every week I'll write a Thank You post to all the people who made a difference in my life the past week...it's just a

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Like a stranger I walk, amongst my own. I speak, hoping to be heard by ears now deaf. I wait, for words of care from lips now dumb. seeking a warmth of understanding, I run, from the strangers silent and known to find myself, amongst strangers silent and unknown. A stranger, I am on a quest, to find a place, where I am a stranger no more, where faces are warm and familiar, where I can be me and

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One life, to live one life, to be. One life, to dream one life, to live 'em all. one life, to make promises one life, to keep them. One life, to love, one life, to be loved. One life, to laugh, one life, to spread the smile. One life, to cry, one life to wipe the tears away. One life, to lean on, one life, to lend out a helping hand. One life, to care, to feel, to share, to give and to

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Lost into uncertainity, while words keep up, their game of hide & seek....... I hope I find my way back to myself again....Dear life waiting for u to take my hand again and bring me back into your light.

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Everyday I learn, From those around me,From the moments I walk throughFrom what I saw,From what I did, From what I did not, From failures and success,From what I experienced, From u and from everyone around,And...I grow. I believe that to grow & flourish u need to learn and to learn u need humility... making humility the most vital attribute in the growth of a person

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Wrote This as a comment on this awesome post "The poet of your own life" http://comesitbymyfire.blogspot.com/2010/11/poet-of-your-own-life.html at the blog of Relyn http://comesitbymyfire.blogspot.com/ ..thought I would share it with my readers here on the blog..so posting the comment with a few edits (I hope it's fine with u Relyn...if not please let me know) The poems I do not write are the

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 I shall be as good as dead the day life ceases to be wondrous no more to me.

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Many a times in life, I feel like a scared little child and this world feels like a scary monster out of those childhood bedtime horror stories, those are the times when I remember the day of my first stage performance as a dancer...                   I was a 6 yrs old, fat, terribly shy yet confident dancer, who was aware that she danced only for the love of dancing and yet there I was, my tiny

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के कहीं खो ना जाये राहगीर कोई,फिर उन्ही राहों पर चलते चलते , जिनमे हम भटकते रहे उम्र भरके मिल जाये किसी थके भटके राही को,इनकी छाव में चंद लम्हों का सुकून इसलिए इन "नज्मों" में हमने अपने क़दमों के निशान छोडें हैं|

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बढते हुए कभी कभी थमे हुए, थके क़दमों से,उठते हुए कभीकभी गिर कर संभलते हुए,उड़ते हुए कभीकभी सहम के सिसक कर,हँसते हुए कभीकभी आसुओं का हाथ थामे,खुशी के साथ कभीकभी ग़मों की सिलाई से, बुनती हूँ मै ताना बानाएक नन्ही सी नज़्म काजिसका नाम है"मेरी ज़िन्दगी"ओहड़े फिरुंगी जिसेजब तक चलूंगी इस ज़मी परऔर छोड़ जाउंगी उतार करएक यादगार की तरह जिस दिन,निकलूंगी फिर एक नयी दुनिया के सफ़र पर| 

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I began writing this post as a comment on the blog of my dear friend Adee's post on his blog delhidreams fan page on Facebook  (http://delhidreams.blogpost.com)  . The post was a quote by Zelda Fitzgerald "Nobody has ever measured, not even poets - how much the heart can hold"  the comment I posted was                           "  heart is a vessel with no end..and when it can't take the pain

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In the Nights dark and cold,While the world silently sleeps,I lie in darkness, screaming within..afraid, not of nightmares,but of desires and dreams..screaming at me,Urging me to grab on to their open arms,While I,chained to the world and duties,lie helplessly twisting and turning,watching 'em drift afar

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Creativity is my bane..because like a hungry raging tide it comes to me sweeping me away in it's wake..raging ceaselessly until I willingly succumb and drown into it's depth uncertain of when I shall resurface again..and still I happily give into this bane..like a a young bird who jumps off the tree into the unknown..uncertain of whether itr will hit the bottom or it shall rise up and fly away to

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And if I were to ever bow down and ask, just one thing off life.. I would ask, not for me..but for thee all the joys of life 'cuz in your smile lie hidden,  all the treasures of my life.

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A poem begins... when a soul lying dormant beneath the labyrinth of the human facade is stirred...it's not a mere collection of words, it's an emotion generated from the depth of a being. A poem in short is the essence of humanity..the ability to feel, understand and respond to an impulse/emotion, as against a mere primal instinctive response.

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It's our choices that make us Human Beings...even animals have survival instincts.

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With every new life that begins.. Nature, reminds us of Magic... The magic of creation... The magic of existence... The magic of being alive... The magic that we have within.... The magic that each one of us has the potential to create, by the virtue of doing .

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Every idea is born, to.... breathe,  grow, live and flourish some where...some day. So, believe in your ideas, let them breathe, grow & take flight under the care of your belief & let them flourish on the wings of your care.

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My life in a nut shell... I am a ship, floating away anchor less in the sea.. I run into storms.. I float over calm waters.. Unaware of  the sands of the shore that awaits me.. I drift on and on......

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   In stillness I find peace but not the answers that I seek...Or  may be the peace reigns because in stillness I let the questions be , without seeking for answers that might be

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Moonlight . Open roof diner .. Candle-lights ... Saxophone playing in background .... wine in hand ...... aroma of bar-be-que in the air ........ dancing through the night in your arms .............. dream on...dreaming is still tax free..dream on girl.

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Every spoken word...every random deed...every chance encounter...every touch leaves an imprint on the sands of time...by leaving behind a memory in the hearts and minds of the one's we touch while walking through the journey of life.              And even when this life fades away and we cease to exist...a part of that life..how soever tiny continues to live on..as the memory of our deeds, our

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 For no reason, that I can think of, I just recalled the last day of my MBBS curriculum today..the last of all the many countless exams that we had given over the duration of 4 yrs during our medical journey. It may be hard for you to understand the post if you are not a medico..so I'll describe in brief, what our academic year is like..before moving on to why I began writing this post. I had

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Quiet Saturday Morning .. ... Bob Marley ... .... Cup of Hot and Steaming Coffee .... ..... Favorite Pair of Old Faded Denim and T's ..... ....... Canvas, Paints and brushes ....... ........ Paper, Ink and Fountain Pen ......... ........... DSLR and Pics .............. .................. The day this comes true..I'll know I accidentally lost my way and found heaven.

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Whenever looking around the world & all that's happening in it..I feel like loosing faith in humanity..I remember the look I had seen in the eyes of this 6 month old baby, when I was cannulating him..from the depth of those I could see staring back at me an unconditional surrender..the surrender of trust & faith in another human being, in the humanity that the soul of that child could perceive...

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Even in the darkest of the human soul lies in a tiny little corner, a part untouched by darkness...filled with the purity with which it was born.

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Poetry is a soul laid naked....The sensuality of the raw flesh is what makes it so beautiful.

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In the last post I'd talked about the Barrier methods of contraception. This post is dedicated to Hormonal methods of contraception. As I had explained in the last post, contraception is achieved by preventing the sperm & the egg from meeting or if the meeting has taken place, then from preventing the mated egg & sperm to settle down in body & grow up into a baby. For the entire reproductive

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Haunted, I run seeking an escape. Haunted, I turn around, to stare into faces that are my own. Haunted, I wish to break free and find an escape. Haunted, I break against, the Iron bars of my cage. Haunted, I cry, I bleed.... Beaten, again by chains of love, I give up in the end, to lie again, in the pool of my tears. . . .. . Haunted.. I shall rise again, to seek my escape.

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     It's so easy to pretend & be good at something & get loved for that pretense...&  yet, it's so diffcult to be who u really are & be loved for that. That is why,  I walk,in the shadow of the mask,Never letting it fall,'cuz behind the shadows,beneath the gaiety,lies a dark sorrow,unspokenunweptunheard..lying dormant, waiting to explode.

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                     A nation represents the collective soul of the Individuals who are it's Citizens & the State in which a nation is..is a reflection of the attitude that it's people have towards themselves & each other. Why am I writing this post today? Because... It's August the 15th again---- The significance of the day---- It's The Indian Independence Day. What am I going to do for this

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I cannot turn around, I cannot run away, I cannot hide.. For me, there lies no escape, haunting me, is a nemesis, that is my own... Not a shadow unknown. The beseeching cry of my own soul, mirroring, the sighs of my bleeding innocence lying stabbed, with daggers wrought, in the fire of the sins that were my own.

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that the idea of an idea leading to the birth of another is the essence of true creativity.

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This will not be a single post but a series of post about Measures of contraception & the sensible use of various Contraceptive measures available. Contraception is simply referred to as any method by which a woman doesn't get pregnant while still being sexually active. Methods of contraception are divided into                                  - Reversible (woman can conceive soon after they stop

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There are some conflicts in life..that try as we might cannot be resolved..without leaving behind some scars..'cuz the answer to them lies in choosing the seemingly bad out of the worst choices that we have...but what makes the difference in the end is not the choice...but what we did with our choice... which at times even be to let go the choice & turn back up the road.

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The thrill I get while doing a surgery is..the thrill of a fight...fight to kill a disease & help a life survive..there is no substitute for the feeling..there never will be... to be able to look into the eye of your patient (even if for a moment) & Say that you won the fight against the disease. how so many lives I may help get better..but it will never feel the same being a doctor without

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I'm currently working in an Onco-Surgery clinic & since I'm dealing with cancer patients day in & out & am scheduled for Breast surgeries today..I thought I'll talk a bit about the Cancer which is pretty common, carries best prognosis & survival rate if detected timely - Breast Cancer. Breast Cancer if detected early is treatable in 95 % cases with excellent 5 yr survival rates...and all you

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"Prevention is better than Cure" I am sure everyone of u readers have come across the above advice time & again. Generally we laugh this advice off, but as a Doctor I can tell u that Prevention is not just better than cure...at times it's the ONLY cure. And when not the only cure Prevention is any day better than falling sick, feeling ill, getting a battery of tests done (in the process getting

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                                                            Only I can set myself free...                                                             Only I can bring myself to peace...                                                             and I refuse to yield the key...                                                             Damning myself to this cage of pain.

meetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18070705454594068172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277329787749062609.post-6355190186968844962010-07-23T16:19:00.000+05:302010-07-23T16:24:50.153+05:30

 My life would be a cake walk If I had even a wee bit clue of what I actually wanna do with it out of all the things I wanna do in it...                           Countless dreams on wings,                           all restless to take a flight.....                           Thousand sprouting thoughts,                           arising daily from burning desire...                           At

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It's Friday..which spells approaching weekend in any normal person's dictionary...but being a Doctor & one who's preparing for her Post Graduation..It spells nothing more than work in my dictionary....So, as usual I'm buried in work ..some that I love, some that I detest & some which should never have been a part of my life at all (if only life had asked for my opinion)

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It's not the weakness of our will but the bond of our love which chains us to the one's we love, that hurts us....and such is the Strength of this love.....that one can go on enduring this pain in silence,  not once but time again,  rather than walking away free, leaving behind the one's we love in pain.....                                                    While we shall endure

meetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18070705454594068172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277329787749062609.post-67940155530470504682010-07-13T23:23:00.000+05:302010-07-13T23:23:04.618+05:30

Wind merely wishes to flow...unaware of what it leaves behind, what it puts down, what it carries forward...unaware of the lives it touches, unaware of the events it sets in motion....it just flows 'cuz of it's inherent inability to stay still, 'cuz of it's inability to settle down...it flows to find it's own peace.....So do I.                                                                  

meetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18070705454594068172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277329787749062609.post-44072573591312951372010-07-07T23:55:00.000+05:302010-07-07T23:55:14.473+05:30

Setting people up for treasure hunts & watching them stumble is Life's way of adding spice to it's own existence               We can play along, stumble & rise up again & Spice up our own existence 

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Dreams are the first step on the road to make things happen... the pursuit of the dreams is the second step...but the toughest step is to pursue those dreams with the determination that is needed to turn them alive in this world, that we live in....              People console themselves or are consoled by others, by saying dreaming is half the task done...pursuing is having lived the dream.....

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The beauty of life lies in tiny little moments which are playing in tiny little corners.....While we run around the world searching for happiness, it is all around us hidden in our actions....Stop for a moment, Take a deep breath & Look all around you...Smile & Spread the smile...reach out with a helping hand, try & share someone's pain....& You shall find the treasure chest of happiness in your

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One fine day, I'll simply vanish,  leaving behind no trace,  other than,  just a memory,  then slowly that memory shall also fade away...                        like the wisps of hanging smoke....  Still, somewhere, high up in the sky, far far away from all the world's cares,                                                  free,                                           unknown, 

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stillness speaks: निंदिया

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दिन की रौशनी में, दफ़न किये फिरते हैं, जिन यादों को दिल के किसी कोने में.... दुनिया के शोर के तले,दबाये फिरते हैं, जिन तनहियों का शोर..... छुपते फिरते हैं,जिन मंज़रों से हम, दुनिया की इस भीड़ की ओट liye ... फिर रूबरू होतें हैं उन्ही से, तनहा रातों में , जब फुस्फुता है सिरहाना कानो में फिर वाही बीतीं यादें,जब मिलतीं हैं चादरों की सलवटों में छुपी वो यादें,जो काँटों सी चुब कर,करके आँखों को नम, छोड़

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stillness speaks

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अश्कों की ज़बां होती, अगर,बिखर जाता रात का सन्नाटा,टूटे कांच के टुकड़ों की तरह तितर बितर  | बयान कर पाते, बिलखती रूह की दास्ताँ, अगर,दे जातीं ज़ख्म इतनें,चीर के रात का दमन,चीखें इन आंसुओं की, सुखा न पातीं जिन्हें मलहम कोई | बहतें हैं, इसलिए ये आंसूं ,गुपचुप अंधेरों में,बहा ले जाने को,रूह के इस दर्द भरे अफसाने को |

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stillness speaks

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 I walked in the dark nights, in the forest of myriad thoughts & dreams, searching..waiting...like a silent lamb,      a barren tree,              a deserted shanty... I walked on in quest of my path, I heard the wind, I felt the earth,                    I listened to the song of life.. and at dawn, lying in the embrace of the dying night,being caressed by the rays of rising sun,  I found my

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stillness speaks: Earth Day

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I flew over the Yamuna river a few days back while returning back to Delhi, looking down I saw,               "Factory chimneys releasing black smoke, which was threatening to engulf the blue sky in it's dark embrace, the entire river was just a grey poisoned swamp oozing white froth....there were islands of weeds & algae across the river & sewers dumping sewage at various points in the river...

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stillness speaks: Freedom

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I do not fear the fiery storm,nor the thundering clouds,neither the wrath of summer heat,nor the cold winter breeze; I do not fear peaks of obstacles,that will lie along my way,nor the cold waves of disappointment,that shall drown me again & again..... while this flower blooms,filled with,sweet nectar of hope in my heart,          as it dreams of soaring high,          and flying to distant skies

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stillness speaks: My obsessive compulsive creative need

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This how my parents describe my sudden creative outbursts....I have been trying to put in words the force that drives me to these spurts, the effort led to this post... There are days when I feel trapped in a web that traps my creative energy, limits my creative vision & pulls my creative urge into a meaningless bottomless darkness...I. dread these days & am more scared of getting trapped in

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stillness speaks: Health is Wealth

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The caption has never been more true, than in our present day world, where cost of medical services are sky high. The more time you invest in keep yourself healthy, the more money & time you are saving, this adds to your work efficiency & productivity & ultimately your earnings. Considering the hectic work schedules and family concerns that we live with in the modern day world, it is a tough

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stillness speaks: PRESENT

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stillness speaks

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The pain, It leaves me shattered. It leaves me numb. The pain. It touches my heart, leaving behind raw wounds. It touches my soul, and stirs a song,               a sad lament,               torn from the depths of my being,               The cry of my weary soul,               swimming day after day,               in this sea of human insanity,                                             hurt,

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stillness speaks

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stillness speaks: तडपती रूह

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रात के अंधेरों में, रौशनी कि एक किरण को ढूँढा करते हैं|दिन के उजालों में,रात के अंधेरों कि आस मन में लिए फिरा करते हैं|| ग़मों के रेगिस्तान में,ख़ुशी कि दो बूँद को तरसा करते हैं|दो पल कि ख़ुशी मिल जाये,तो उसके छीन जाने से डरा करते हैं|| दुनिया कि इस भीड़ में, हम तन्हाई को तलब किया करते हैं| पर अपनी ही तन्हाई से भाग कर, हम दुनिया की भीड़ में छुप जाया करते हैं|| यूँ तो ये रूह भटकती है, रात दिन

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