tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45827215762535686582012-02-16T11:38:24.456-08:00"I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."rockfeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11109036821320343433noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4582721576253568658.post-5595860737912649352010-03-28T10:34:00.000-07:002010-03-28T10:37:40.709-07:00

Just writing to inform about the new blog.As said earlier, have launched a website of mine. All the posts have been moved in there and also the further ones will be posted there directly. Hope to receive the same support there also. Thank you :)The link www.mildwave.in

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Been a long time since my last post.. Laziness took the better of me, mostly. But yeah, I have been busy too. Lot of things to do, that I am not finding proper time to blog. A few drafts are still waiting to be edited, but it looks like they will have to wait. This post is to thank all those followers for their constant support through those wonderful comments on my writings. And also to mention

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A young boy, mostly in his teens, clad in a blue polo t-shirt and dark gray trousers, had a plastic bag in one hand, a book within it, purchased hardly a few moments ago, his hand kerchief and the key of his prized pulsar, along with it. The other hand was fumbling in search of the token which was required to get his bag back. A wallet in one pocket, cell in the other, but the token seemed to be

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A short boy, standing in the assembly of the Independence day celebration functions. The flag is hoisted, the rest of the formalities done, the various speeches delivered, it was now time for the prize distribution function where the prize winners in the various competitions conducted with regard to the day, would be receiving their prizes. The list of the winners in the various was being

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जिंदगी में हसी के साथ साथ ग़मभी आता हे, कुछ ऐसे पल भी आते हेजो न किसी से कहा जा सकता हे, नहीकहे बिना रहा जा सकता हे।बस उन्ही लम्हों की परिणाम हे, कीआदमी एक कवि बन्ने, लिकने लगता हे ।जब मैंने अपने हालत को एक कविताके सहारे लोगों के सामने पेश किया,तब लोगों ने कहा, वह! क्या बात हे!!इतने दिनों तक हमें पता ही नही था..पर शायद ही कोई एक होता, जो,मेरे लेखन को कविता के नज़रसे बहार देखता, तो मेरा कवितालिखने

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A notice is brought in the middle of one the classes. And a rough reproduce of it goes as follows:All students are required to come in decent color dress. A student sitting in the last bench, that's me, commenting, Common now.. what nonsense is this? The uniforms are due in a few days and the notice comes in now.."T-shirts with provocative writings and graphics are not allowed"(Note the line

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I am sitting here, wanting to complete the task at hand, but a lot of reasons have kept me away from writing here. Its been a while since I posted my last post and the time gap has fed me a little laziness, one of the main reasons, for not writing. Also with the college having begun, days just seem to run away. Returning in the evening, tiredness comes as a compliment with me, so blogging has

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A LONG DAY It all began at a meeting which was held in connection with an art exhibition that was supposed to take place very soon. Usually whenever we plan to conduct an exhibition, all the participants meet up, decide on the various things, such as when should it be held, the theme for the exhibition if any, the size of the canvas, whether uniform size or any size of the participants choice,

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Year 01-02 Another year at the old building, third in fact. I had three years at the old building only. Maybe that's the reason I liked it a lot. Its a pity that its not there anymore. It is brought down to give way for a new building and the one we used to call new building has now become old.. We had Mrs. Vijayalaxmi as our class teacher for the year. We had a lesson in English titled, "The

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I donno whats got me writing this. I was reading something and all of a sudden out of no where I just felt like writing about coffee and as a result, out came this poem, a cup of coffee and its journey into me... Am not a poet so bear with the mistakes, if any.I have a free hour, I can't wait to get going.I am out as soon as the bell rings permitting me out.I walk down to my favourite place,And

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It is really an awesome feeling to be recalling all the old memories and it just takes you deeper and deeper into it, bringing out new dimensions to the already fixed memory. I was completely blank when I started with this series but now the images are clearing...Year 99-2000 We had Janet teacher as our class teacher. I still remember her birthday ka din, when we had all planned to wish her and

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Year 97-98 In my first standard I had change of class teachers quite often.. Like they changed every now and then.. Initially we had Sharada teacher and then there was a change twice before Revathi teacher came in finally. Coming into the higher primary our classes were in a different building. It was like we came into the outer section of the school.. The most wonderful thing about Madhav Kripa

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Every child has a special affection towards his school not only because he studied there but more due to the special memories attached with the school. It is due to those special moments that you will never be able to forget it. Here is an effort to bring out a few of my memories down the lane in "Times @ Maddy kripa" a collection of moments at Madhav Kripa. Year 95-96: My first year at school,

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The first thing that comes to one's mind on hearing to the word 'Board exam' is uncertainty. Now whats so special about it that makes you speak so much about it is something to wonder. It is a simple difference between a normal exam and the boards that gives it all the fuss and attention. Normally you write an exam and the day you finish your examzzz you will know how you have performed. But not

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"A person earns 1.5 lakhs a month". This is a normal statement and might make one wonder whats this about. This would be the first thought. Now I say that this post is about one such person and your immediate thinking about the person would be as a professional. If not for recession many would have been dead sure I was speaking of a software professional who worked hard to achieve this. But if

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Power of facing the unknown... It is often fearful to be reassessing a situation which we have already been through.It keeps us wondering as to how we managed to get through, and at the same time gives the feeling of what if it happened now?? Would I be able to handle it in the same way?? I guess we tend to find it easier to face the unknown rather than the known. The impact of facing the unknown

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An Experience... This took place during my vacations after finishing my 1st year at college. There was a cricket tournament near my place and after it I was inspired to initiate one too. Then, I surely din't know what I was up against, but was determined to do it all the same. It was decided the tournament would take place in two parts, taking place on two Sundays. The banner was made for the

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This, I believe is going to be a slight drift towards philosophy. Kindly forgive any opinions expressed wrongly. How often have we been satisfied with what we have?? We always seem to want something thats a step ahead of us, like in out of our reach. We work our way towards it and get it. Then?? The funny thing is most often we dont even take time to cherish and enjoy what was just gained,but

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A memorable day...This incident took place on 12th december, 06. The previous evening I had been for a prize distribution function of the competition conducted by Rotract Club,Kadyali.Two parents sitting in front of me were speaking of the arrangements their children's school had made for them to go to the competition and that took me back to a small conversation that i had just a few days

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AFFECTION TOWARDS MOTHER... I am sure every child will be affectionate towards his/her mother.Its because its the mother who takes care to see that all the needs of the child is satisfied and fulfilled.She is the one who understands what the child needs even before the child learns to speak and expresses its needs.THIS IS TO MY MOM TO SAY,"I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU". Well this incident

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Momentum!! that's what is required to do anything.Its the first step that's always hesitant and lacking the required confidence,but once you enter,you gain confidence in yourself and it will go on. Well that's is what I am lacking now... Identity ie. who or what a person is,is the basic knowledge about a person required to be known before you can give a chance to know him or try to judge him.It

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