tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37504504847780664772024-03-13T05:01:41.780+05:30Life as we take it or leave itAnkit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-46291584779599070462013-10-02T23:07:00.001+05:302013-10-02T23:09:34.317+05:30The Words have moved..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From March the blog has moved to a new Address. Please link <a href="http://ankitsharma88.wordpress.com"> "http://ankitsharma88.wordpress.com"</a> to my website and I hope to see you there<br />
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The Blog address has changed but the words have increased needless to say gets better. So see you everybody in my Wordpress site. </div>
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Thanks </div>
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Ankit</div>
</div>Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-45497841904309264742013-01-12T23:11:00.001+05:302013-01-12T23:11:24.131+05:30The Worse, The bad, The Ugly: June<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
O My Dear friend<br />
Its a feeling in me that's lost<br />
Its a voidness in my heart<br />
Its a Spirit in me thats broken<br />
Its a life in me which died that day<br />
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Sitting by the cosy lazy afternoon<br />
When June had just began to spring<br />
That dull afternoon & Lazy Sunday<br />
Was a day that was the Sad, Bad & Ugly<br />
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The flight of love had brought you down<br />
The shattered pieces of an Aircraft holds you<br />
The love of your life has now taken you away<br />
To a flight where there's no returning back<br />
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I remember your words, advice and laughter<br />
Which is lost in me forever now<br />
if there's a god I definitely do pray aloud<br />
If only for this last time you could return if Possible<br />
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The one last time I could hold you back<br />
The one last time I can hear you<br />
The one last time I could Talk to you<br />
The one last time I could be with you<br />
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O My Dear friend<br />
The laughter in house has turned to sorrow<br />
The smile in your face has now freezed<br />
The talks of you have become memories now<br />
The place where you stay has become farther now<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-36239663828794583252013-01-03T23:53:00.001+05:302013-01-04T10:00:52.474+05:30Heart vs Mind: May<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>When I looked into my heart</i><br />
<i>it beats with the feeling of getting hurt</i><br />
<i>When I looked into my heart</i><br />
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<i>When I looked into my Mind</i><br />
<i>the vision in me almost got me blind</i><br />
<i>When i looked into my Mind</i><br />
<i>I clearly see the benefits of being kind</i><br />
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<i>When I looked into my heart</i><br />
<i>the love in us have drifted miles apart</i><br />
<i>when I looked into my heart</i><br />
<i>It yearns to forget and have a fresh start</i><br />
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<i>When I looked into my mind</i><br />
<i>I see the temple of love destroyed by wind</i><br />
<i>When I looked into my mind</i><br />
<i>I see the world has already left me behind</i><br />
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<i>The month of May as my Heart Say</i><br />
<i>Kindles the broken dreams which floats on bay</i><br />
<i>The month of May as my Mind believe</i><br />
<i>Stitches those little fragments of love as I grieve</i><br />
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Posted for the <a href="http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/month-of-the-year-writing-prompt-2012-season-3/" style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #ff1900; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Month of the Year Challenge </a><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">. Cheers!</span></div>
Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-68925362591107890712013-01-03T00:16:00.001+05:302013-01-03T00:16:24.996+05:30Deceptive April<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Under the blanket of Sweet dreams<br />
Above the horrors of a Dark future<br />
Beyond the controls of fate & destiny<br />
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.<br />
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Nostalgic on the Path of a broken Road<br />
Waiting for the train to take me to place<br />
Where Memories reside and Sings a Lullaby<br />
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.<br />
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The Engines burnt and flight took off<br />
Lifting me from a Place I lived seven months<br />
They were days of Happiness & Sorrow but<br />
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.<br />
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I am now in a place where I belong<br />
where family loves & friends tell a Tale<br />
The Month Of a rhyme-less April<br />
I breath in a beautiful lovely today.<br />
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Somehow there is an Unrest in my heart<br />
A candle lit off by a cold fresh Air<br />
The unrest questions the reality and my lies<br />
I breath in a beautiful lovely today?<br />
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Although I supposed to keep this is drafts I now go ahead & publish the Post for the <a href="http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/month-of-the-year-writing-prompt-2012-season-3/">Month of the Year Challenge </a>. Cheers!<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-64445944621575737522012-12-20T23:30:00.002+05:302012-12-20T23:43:27.066+05:30Homecoming March<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Time was short but the wait was longer<br />
Like a wandering soul I was restless<br />
For the days to Pass and nights to end<br />
It was my home coming, it was my home coming<br />
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The familiar streets waited for my arrival<br />
The familiar voices called out my name<br />
The familiar faces were waiting to smile<br />
It was my home coming, It was my home coming<br />
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The needle pointed to the direction of my home.<br />
The Winds blew from the place of my own<br />
The birds carried out the message to the Place<br />
It was my Homecoming, It was my homecoming<br />
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There are little remains of this place<br />
And every precious hour had to be saved<br />
I knew i had 25 days of March before<br />
It was my homecoming, It was my homecoming<br />
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Along the dark carpet a welcoming Aura emanates<br />
A patient month will finally bid its farewell<br />
To the houses and the people I call my own<br />
It is my Homecoming, It is my Homecoming...<br />
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Written for the post <a href="http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/month-of-the-year-writing-prompt-2012-season-3/"> Month of the Year Challenge </a>. Cheers!<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-58580944141141629632012-12-19T23:21:00.002+05:302012-12-20T23:42:14.031+05:30Lovely February<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A gentle smile greeted them<br />
of winning Promises and trust<br />
A Gentle breeze greeted us<br />
of Calm day and a Joyous month<br />
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It was a month of love<br />
It was a month of Celebration<br />
It was a month of birthdays<br />
It was the month of february<br />
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I remember the Cold mornings<br />
I remember the tender love<br />
I remember my broken hand<br />
I remember those painful stitches<br />
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Yet i have a voidness within me<br />
of nostalgia & candied memories<br />
I let myself fall from a height<br />
only to pick myself up again.<br />
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There was still a gentle breeze that night<br />
there was still some wine flowing that night<br />
Cheering to the celebrations that night<br />
It was the month of february that night<br />
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This is a post for <a href="http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/month-of-the-year-writing-prompt-2012-season-3/"> Month of the Year Challenge </a>. Cheers!</div>
Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-65643346500698768982012-12-17T23:30:00.001+05:302012-12-20T23:34:38.685+05:30Fresh January <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I stayed awake Welcoming the year<br />
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With an open Arms and Gloomy eyes</div>
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Counting for the year which promised</div>
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Long Health and short pains</div>
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Yet the Year began with an Hangover</div>
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Where there was no regret of yesterday</div>
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The previous night was a celebration of Victory</div>
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Of survival, of new friends and new Place</div>
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The days here were Long and Hot</div>
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The winds here were Strong and Fierce</div>
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The lights here were dark and Gloomy</div>
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The people here were amazing and Good</div>
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We went to the beaches of Atlantic</div>
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Where fun and anxiety stayed at bay</div>
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We drank our hearts out that day</div>
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We cheered to friendship and companionship</div>
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Yet it was the first month of the Year</div>
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It was the beginning of a new start</div>
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How i was wrong when i Said</div>
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It promised Long health and Short pains.</div>
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This is a post for <a href="http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/month-of-the-year-writing-prompt-2012-season-3/"> Month of the Year Challenge </a> Which I just happen to come upon randomly.<br />
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At times Randomness brings you close to something or conspires you to bring out what you have been hiding within yourself. So true in this case.<br />
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This randomness did bring out some emotions of Joy and Self-Discovery that I can easily say has been the best time of my life. Looking forward for writing about the other months too. </div>
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-24675414091233871852012-11-27T09:50:00.000+05:302012-12-09T21:01:54.869+05:30A Melancholy Cry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The feelings of Love in my Heart was over</div>
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I threw it off thinking it’s a Poisoned fruit</div>
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I poured graffiti on the walls of my temple of devotion</div>
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Smashed the window to escape from the Shelter of my love.</div>
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A feeling of loneliness replaced the feeling of being
together</div>
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The noises from my Present replaced the harmony in my past</div>
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The lifeless plant on a pot replaced the Roses, which I once
gardened</div>
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Two glasses of fine Scotch replaced the Romantic setting of French
Wines</div>
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I have forgotten the feeling of your hands</div>
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I have forgotten how your lips feel on mine</div>
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I have forgotten how your happy voice sounds</div>
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I have forgotten the way you have loved me</div>
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In the Voidness of my life I feel your presence</div>
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But there is a doubtful Space, which empties itself</div>
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I see you drowning into an Ocean and pull you out</div>
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Just to see if your heart still beats for me</div>
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The time spent were a lot more fun with you around</div>
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We dreamed up a Lovely house by the Lakeside</div>
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Of Nuptial vows and spending the winters cuddled</div>
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Next thing I know you’ll say you want a Baby.</div>
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There is always an Image in the Solitary mirror of heart</div>
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Hiding within itself every untold emotions and feelings</div>
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Igniting a stove in our world that burns without feelings</div>
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And a final kiss to the Matchstick that burnt our dream
down.<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-53523839747182027742012-11-01T00:50:00.000+05:302012-11-01T00:55:18.761+05:30The Last Kill: Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Character Identification: Allen</span></b><br />
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"Even the Bravest of men with tough arm have a soft heart". For Allen it was always extremes when it comes to living his life. A life devoid of love and filled with Pain for he knew that soon a day would come where he would sacrifice this hardships for a beautiful tomorrow. He just wished when that happens the time freezes instantly so that he could live his hard years completely again in a more beautiful way.</span><br />
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But then even the bravest Soldiers with a heart of a lion will be paralysed by fear. A fear so vivid, so radiant that it would shape the future of his life.</span><br />
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<b>ALLEN: SOME TIME BEFORE......</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Surrounded by a Beautiful valley of Mountains, Rivers and some amazing Flowers stood Allen a Lt. Colonel then in awe of beauty and Pride of being given an Opportunity to serve his country. He had withstand many hardships many Failures to reach this phase of life where he could have been contended with what life had given him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whenever he would get a chance he would start writing about his experiences in a Diary. A diary filled with his secrets and Darkness of Youth which he did not want to be remembered again. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;">Excerpt from Diary...Page 3</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"><i>"As a child I would often believe in fairy tales. Those stories which i grew up listening would somehow not fall in the correct place. I would listen to ma talking of an old rip van winkle that would sleep for as long as 20 yrs in some old days. How I wish I could have slept throughout those 20 yrs of my early days. Something I would have surely been happy of. But life teaches lessons of its own and sometimes the simple lessons of life would come from miseries and pain.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;">My mother was never afraid of the afterlife. Of what is death after all? Where the soul leaves the weak body so that it doesn’t endure the suffering. But all she was afraid of was the death which was imminent because of her lifelong of family sufferings which she have seen throughout her life. Her brother died of some cancer some decades ago, probably the time when the cure for the disease was not found and also the death of my father was before her. She would often hold me tight whenever I was to go away from her. Be it the school days where she would hold me tightly in her arms and would often talk about distinct possibility of no</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;">t seeing</span></i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"><i> her again or of those tiring long nights where she would often be awake ensuring I slept in peace which i thought was just to express her unconditional love."</i> </span> </span><br />
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<b>ALLEN: PRESENT DAY!</b></span><br />
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Today Allen is a wanted criminal accused of Murdering his Brigadier, bombing his own Squad of Soldiers and now a Killer who has this one last task to do to clear his name from all records. </span></div>
Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-13190721304623460262012-10-30T22:00:00.001+05:302012-10-31T23:13:46.687+05:30The Last Kill -- Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">These were the first thoughts when Allen woke up from his sleep.
He laid on a bed and his mind was continuously racing with the reality. Was it
the dream or a dark distinct Reality? He started to observe the surroundings
now thinking if that could give him an idea of where exactly he was.. Allen He
checked on his watch and the time was just 10 mins to 6 in the evening.
Everything around him was white. He could see many people around him, everybody
Alien. Just a minute observation was sufficient for him to know he was in a
Hospital!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Yesterday: 18 hrs Earlier…<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I am not gonna shoot somebody I don’t know”… Allen said in a
commanding manner to Charlie whom he met just hrs ago on a train. Charlie was
little pleased with the way Allen was behaving to him. You see Charlie taking a
life has never been my area of Interest. Charlie almost was amazed by the mere
mention of those words. Come on Bro you do feel little upset but you need to
remember that Passion is never destroyed. Its just about time everything would
be alright, Let me put it this way. Have that kill and the deal shall be
finished. You go home a happy man and me I will be contended. with whatever you
did, I am definitely not that type of Person who finishes with a
Happy ending.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Killing is an art which never grows Old, said my master once
Allen. Of all you need to focus on the guy now your subject your
main opponent. His name is Peter and he shall be coming by this route
tomorrow morning at exactly the same time. After he finishes his morning
work he takes this route to go see his lawyer everyday. Allen just asked out
of curiosity. But why a Lawyer? Well my sources close to him says his
relationship with his wife has never been nice. Always fighting and he’s sure
his wife is cheating on him. So you have your chances when he cross the Ring
Road as its always empty and your chances of killing him and running away
increases to One- Hundred Percentage. You kill him and come to me I
shall be waiting for you in the place where we are standing right now. The
Ritchie Street and we shall set the deal which was promised to you. Allen was
convinced in the plan which was said to him and he knew he would hit the
Jackpot once the work is finished. And all he had to do now was stay calm and
finish this one Job which was his doorway to life. He knew this night would be
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-78405071564594853642012-10-22T23:30:00.000+05:302012-10-23T11:26:09.018+05:30Of those Many Little Things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Past is gone, Present is a gift & future is Uncertain".<br />
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I shall put it this way or may be say I am living in now. Pretending that tomorrow's gonna be a better day. Well for starters I do wish at times that tomorrow shall be a day where there's no guilt, no sorrow, no repentance or no grief with my Past. no Grief that what I could do today, no grief of what I could have done in the Past. <br />
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There are untold words<br />
Which I need to say<br />
There are beautiful moments<br />
Which I need to replay<br />
<br />
There were amazing times<br />
Which I need to rewind<br />
There were some people<br />
Who I wish were kind<br />
<br />
There were things<br />
which i needed to Change<br />
There were Friends<br />
Which I wish were never strange<br />
<br />
There are memories<br />
Which needs to be erased<br />
There are dreams<br />
Which needs to be chased<br />
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There were So many things<br />
Which Is filled with regret<br />
There are so many things<br />
Which I now wanna complete.<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-45286739539328083102012-10-13T02:57:00.002+05:302012-10-13T10:28:12.659+05:30O Potato! Where art thou been!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A vivid memory, A lost Vision, A long forlorn thought! Ever since I can think of my childhood, some early part of my teens & as well as my later part i was actually unable to decide why i never ate potatoes, or anything mildly even connected to it! Not that i tasted any time and threw away my dishes declaring to the world hence from now I shall never eat a potato!<br />
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The best part of writing is an ability to create a world, a situation or as of now an explanation! This is a article i am writing out of senses, in a semi sleep so do excuse my urge to write about it. As some great men have said it <b><u>"The Man who has no imagination has no wings"</u></b><br />
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Sometimes even writing nonsense should be advisable. It awakens those sleepy brain cells which are in a deep limbo of thoughts and have refused to wake up! Fantasies are important too.. Making us look through the wrong end of telescope and laughing at some real hard realities of life.<br />
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I could sketch an ocean Blue<br />
Or could paint & faint<br />
I could ring the bell to tell<br />
nothing rhymes with potato<br />
<br />
The base the ball<br />
the fiery volcanic ash<br />
The Sun the trees the mighty ocean waves<br />
nothing rhymes with potato<br />
<br />
I write about the life<br />
I write about the sonnet<br />
that i listened back the days but<br />
nothing rhymes with potato<br />
<br />
There is a clue to the blue<br />
the blow to the show<br />
A lazy to the Crazy but<br />
nothing rhymes with Potato<br />
<br />
And then I see a Tomato<br />
Shiny, red and Fresh<br />
I am happy that finally<br />
something rhymes with the Potato!<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-45771233828753289752012-10-03T22:57:00.000+05:302012-10-03T23:27:30.427+05:30Swim To Glory!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"HOPE"...... four small words but one big responsibility. If only dreams were an indication of a distant future I would never strive to live again for its the competition and thirst for some certain victory that derives my survival factor...<br />
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<br />
The light was dull<br />
yet the dream was full<br />
The wait was Long<br />
just like a Good Song.<br />
<br />
She seeks her goals<br />
like a predator<br />
She can see her victory in dark<br />
like an owl<br />
<br />
This was the day she waited<br />
ever since she believed<br />
This was the moment she saw<br />
in her half conquered dream.<br />
<br />
The stage was set<br />
The dream was real<br />
The moment of anxiety<br />
was that to fail...<br />
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<i>This small poem dedicated to "Jazz" and hopes she finishes the remaining part of the poetry through her happy words! All the best & yeah on this note HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU..................</i></div>
Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-85208465947365538802012-08-31T18:13:00.000+05:302012-08-31T18:14:43.410+05:30In pursuit of life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are stuffs we do,<br />
Only to mock us;<br />
There are Games we play,<br />
Only to hurt us.<br />
<br />
We love with passion & intensity,<br />
& we hate the same way.<br />
We laugh till the eyes are in tears,<br />
& cry with Sadness the same way.<br />
We travel far in pursuit of knowledge,<br />
& yet we are ignorant in a way.<br />
<br />
These are the things we do,<br />
to be happy in our lives.<br />
These are the way we fight,<br />
to be good to ourselves.<br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-56421767455516877092012-08-25T02:19:00.000+05:302012-08-25T02:38:22.545+05:30Where Insomnia is a habit......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is normalcy...yes, I say that to myself when I am always awake at wee hours of night.. Sometimes I start visualising my future or at times I see flashbacks of my life being proud of some decisions I made while rerouting some. Rarely I come upon a blog to read and which is a first of a kind I am writing one about it.<br />
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Expecting I would write a poetry out of it...I delibrately stare at those skies & stars in the sky. What could I possibly bake into a poem.. Dark Black Skies, Bouncy clouds of cotton or those milky stirred moons. </div>
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Never the less putting up the keys to work & fingers in action.... Starting from <a href="http://lifeaswetakeitankit.blogspot.in/2012/07/when-darkness-crept-in.html"> this post of mine some time back. </a> <br />
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Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-38954272863509120162012-08-21T11:15:00.001+05:302012-08-21T11:26:02.310+05:30Book Review -- Metroland<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/322585338">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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It is Just amazing that how the randomness of a certain event leads us to experience another event in relation to it. I somehow recall first the month of Jan this year where I coincidentally happen to go to a book store due to a power failure. So had the power not failed or had a british reader not recommended the book "The Sense of an ending" or had I did not see the entire work by Julian Barnes the probability of me reading this book would have been minimal.<br />
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Julian Barnes in this book tells us the Story of two Boys/Lads/Teenagers/Men through different ages of Life. It's not a story so most of the readers will never say they liked the story but for me its the period of life that worked with me. I absolutely loved reading their Adolescent age but was also equally hooked with Chris Life in Paris. Chris first Sexual experience, His first Love, his first break up leading to his marriage, his conflict with Tony was saddening part of the book & that's where the Writer slowly loses the grip but all's well that end well. The Object Relations at the end of every stage of life was equally enjoyed & gave the book a depth, an inner meaning, an insight of tony on how he looks back at the time that went by.<br />
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The book usually worked for me because of the equal combination of Wit & Philosophy. Julian Barnes is one of those authors who knew about the Human Nature early on. Easily this has to be among the best debut novel of a writer. The books works wonders in provoking class, interest and above all provokes thought in every minds and a thought to Ponder!
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Hello everyone. people have been wondering and asking me why most of my posts are dark oriented. Well life's never a happy ending times of our lives we seem to give ourselves a reality check. This is the world we live in. Dark, Lively, Happiness, Sad all forms a cycle of life. </div>
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Rains on the other hand always catches my imagination. the clouds are dark above but they bring immense Joy into people's life. Just tried to wrote what came in mind when I see the rains coming down. </div>
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<i>Captured on a Fine Rainy Afternoon</i><br />
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On a dull Monday Afternoon<br />
the trees Starts moving violently<br />
the breeze is almost fierce<br />
I see the rains coming down.<br />
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I see umbrellas everywhere<br />
people running towards shelter<br />
but how I wish I could dance<br />
When the rains come down.<br />
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The sky is now almost dark<br />
the roads are almost flooded<br />
the surroundings is getting cooler<br />
When the rains come down.<br />
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The Seconds turn to Minutes<br />
and the minutes to hours<br />
how I wish the time freezes<br />
When the rains come down.<br />
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People get matured and turn old<br />
people live and then die untold<br />
If somehow I could be child again<br />
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I see darkness everywhere around me<br />
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Not a Single person in sight</div>
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The room's acting strange</div>
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There isn't any bed, window or a secret door</div>
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No way in, No way out</div>
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The room is silent, scary & dark..</div>
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I run around I reach nowhere</div>
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Like a lover holds his love</div>
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Darkness wraps me around</div>
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Like a blanket to keep me warm</div>
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Oh this Place is Silent</div>
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Just like a graveyard</div>
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Oh this place is silent</div>
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Even when I shout</div>
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Have I done something wrong</div>
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Did i make someone mad</div>
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Did I hurt Someone</div>
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Will I ever see my friends again</div>
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Will I be able to say how much I love her</div>
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Will I be able to hug my pillow again</div>
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Will I ever watch those sunrise again</div>
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And then I hear her voice</div>
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There I felt her <span style="background-color: white;">Foot Steps</span></div>
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But she want to avoid me<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">she doesn't even want to talk to me</span></div>
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I want to shout to call her back</div>
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To promise not to leave her forever</div>
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I don't want to be alone</div>
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I don't want to live without her</div>
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And then I hear my friends</div>
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They want to tell me something</div>
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They are slowly coming in nearby</div>
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Giving a signal to make me happy</div>
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I hear Shouting "Wake Up, Wake up"</div>
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But I ain't sleeping </div>
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The world around me is collapsing</div>
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And I thought is the end near?</div>
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The morning coffee tastes sweet</div>
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I see love, care and affection to realize</div>
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Reality is always sweeter than the dreams</div>
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Sometimes all rain can bring to someone's mind is A vision of relationship you had, U might have or you currently have!! Sitting by the window seeing the rains falling down and I thought Something weird, something more of a question which is not yet answered and as the rains got harder the quest to find an answer to the question becomes more easier!! yes its true sometime simple things are enough to find answers to complex Questions....<br />
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And of late, this poetic bug in me has bite me hard!! So a poem dedicated to rain or a Rain which I dedicate to this poem...Any way which helps me sleep in Peace!<br />
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Like A rain<br />
<i>You are always waited</i><br />
<i>Your absence can kill me</i><br />
<i>Your Presence ignites me</i><br />
<i>Your effect has the power to destroy</i><br />
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Before It Rains<br />
<i>I eagerly await you</i><br />
<i>Just like those crops and the famine lands</i><br />
<i>And I knew you would wash away</i><br />
<i>Of all my tiredness & loneliness</i><br />
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When it Rains<br />
<i>Reminds me of those Hideouts</i><br />
<i>we look to stay away</i><br />
<i>And yet I Pray</i><br />
<i>That this rain never stops</i><br />
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After It rains<br />
<i>I know It ain't over</i><br />
<i>I will see you soon</i><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><i>You leave your mark</i></span><br />
<i>Like the smells of the ground</i><br />
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Colors..... What beautiful way could be to describe one's life in Colors. A mixture of fun, excitement, denial, anger, Happiness, Sorrow! Like every painting has a meaning of its own why Cant we define a life through a splash of color. So what new am i doing here today. I just want to find out if i could just describe the way we live, the way we think, the way we exist through colors. So lets paint the canvas of this page with some rich color's and see the way we live with it.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>RED</b>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For all things that hurt me</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Every lame excuse that annoy me</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For all times I screamed at you</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For each roses I showered on you</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For each Occasion that makes me Mad</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For every Parting that makes me Sad</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For every sound that followed after silence</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For every time I bear her nuisance</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For every Article that makes me think</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>for those Wonderful lips where i Sink</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For those countless Monday Mornings blues</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For those countless Clear Mornings blues</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like the gloaming eyes of a new born child say</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>You were like the feeling of spring in May</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For those Magical Moments we had Together</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For those Lovely evenings we spent together</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Times when I go to beach on a lonely day</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Thinking of Happy times we spent Every day</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Every time I saw you going away from me</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Every time I thought You were too good for me</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Every time I saw theater's gone dark</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Every time I see a person walking by</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Every time I think of Papers getting Burnt</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Every time I thought my heart's getting burnt</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the sunsets we watched together</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>For the days we missed being together</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Every Night which promised Light Quickly</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Every Farewell which Promised a meeting Quickly</i></span><br />
<i style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like the Tower in the Sky far from sight</i><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>U held my Hand forever and ever so Tight</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the Color of your cheeks</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the Days of the weeks</span></i><br />
<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the Times we kissed</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the days we missed</span></i><br />
<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the days which were good</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For every ground we stood</span></i><br />
<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the Splash of pink</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For seeing her wink</span></i><br />
<i style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the love we had</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the Passion we had</span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">There are at times when we feel ourselves closer to the creator (Not that I believe in him or I am an atheist). Emotions always accounts for a bigger perspective to make things easy for us. For every thing good there is an exact opposite entity created. For days there are nights, for Light there's dark, for happiness there is sorrow, for a matter there's an antimatter. So lets relish the wonderful moments and accept the negativity that comes our way in a positive way! Cheers to life, Cheers for the wonderful color's we have in our life</span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">P.S: The poetry above is not a personification of my emotions ya feelings. Any resemblance of the above poem to me is purely fictional!</i></div>
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admit that there is certainly an advantage as well as a blessing to actually
have a Brain which can remember the good ride we had on a holiday but not the “Please
God help me find my car key aftermath”. This is very much the same as
relationships. I mean we remember those great moments of intimacy love and
passion with great ease while those sleepless nights on a bed with enough room
to park a car is nothing but a dim memory. Also during exams we can easily
remember that how good the exam would have gone but not those sleepless nights
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designed to remember more leisure than pain. To cherish all good times we would
have had and to actually dismiss the bad. The brain actually is hard wired to push the
organism towards more of pleasure and to get away from pain. In that way we can
make ourselves happy and failures might be treated as just a lesson learnt to devoid
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particular number 125. History has it that there is no significance of this
particular number but as I would know it’s been 125 days since I last published
any thought or any random topic which would have its inception ever since I
want to write about it. 125 days where I would give some lame excuse to myself
but today I've decided to be true to me, my inner self.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So enough with those little stats above there and Yes I am
here back to my BlogSpot. Life has not been that good for the past 3 weeks now.
The air is open and a Vacuum is created in the airspace over here which is
slowly eating up everybody right now. These are hard times where you really ask
questions that do God’s really exist or are they some mythical characters like The
Superman. I went through some series of motions in between these 125 days which
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Writing the story “The Journey” which by the way is finished
and to handful some who still want to read a not so happy ending story I shall
be pleased to mail you after a couple of weeks though as I still believe that
being the creator of the story I can always change it as per my convenience.
Anyways I built this character Chander in the story that always used to create
problems to keep his life occupied. And this has really been my problem right
now thinking that do all persons or at least the maximum of earthlings live in
a world which is full of problems? Let’s go for a deeper roll now!!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes I feel that deep within us is always a human who
hates us for what we are. It hates us of what we’ve made of ourselves in this
perpetual search of victory and success. In this time it is really difficult to
live in a world devoid of problems. In a
near future if at all there is a world without any problems then at that
particular time I would consider that to be my biggest problem. We create
problems only to solve it at a later stage and those the cycle of life goes on!
Waking up having breakfast create a problem solve it and then have dinner and
sleep only to wake up again. This has become the life cycle of almost everybody
(I assume I can generalize at this stage). So what is the solution to this
problem of problems? It’s Simple, Death. No Man =No Problem. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At times I wonder how I land up in such silly stupid
thoughts and yet I decide to write them. But it gives me ease within myself. A
power to actually remind me that no matter what the solution I might come up to
the li’l problems they are only the gateways to newer problems. To be frank I
am not happy. And making these statements and thinking might make me realize is
it my common problem or a general problem. How do I tackle it? Where can I get
motivation to move ahead of time and create a general space where I can be
happy and satisfied? But then the questions which might look simple require complex
answers and deep after years I should be confidently able to read this blog
again and rethink was I correct? and until then I shall live with whatever and
wherever Life is taking me or asking me to do & I shall keep asking myself…<b>”Where’s
my problem???” </b> </span></div>
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<i>"The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt signs. please ensure all seat belts are fastened and all trays are secure in their upright position. We will be landing shortly so on behalf of Qatar, thank you for flying with us and we hope you enjoyed your flight"</i><br />
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The voice from the cabin crew coming over from the intercom was almost faint and yet robotic in speech. A faint buzz passed through my ears before the voice almost broke down and then stopped. This was almost a long journey flying around half the world finding pieces of my life still open. I almost fell sleep the last night when i begin remembering the bad memories which i had in my early childhood days. Yet i was reluctant to take up this journey. As its told a bad phase is always a god sign that there are good days ahead. the night is always dark before the dawn. and somehow I found myself related to this phase quite a few often. Not that my life was eminent of only bad goings it did have some good and positive things to look forward to. The body was almost numb after being seated for 7 hrs flight from Doha to London. The book I got the other night from the pavement was still in my bags and yet for this long hrs i didn't want to read this book.<br />
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The flight was rough with regular turbulence but the people were more interesting to me than the weather. Much to my luck of which bad luck had the largest count if it had, I got the middle seat. An overweight women was on my right who would use me as her pillow on almost the maximum duration of flight which i even willingly allowed her and to my left a grown well teen of around 17 with god knows why he was travelling alone on this full flight. While the descent announcements were made the young teen was courteous enough to offer me a half eaten pack of peanuts. When I shook my head he sniggered and stuffed a handful into his mouth chomping with bits tumbling from his mouth on his almost white shirt.<br />
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As my little bit of good luck would have it i was one of the first off the plane only to be the last to collect my luggage. A failed attempt of an Anger Management student would have found himself in the middle of yet another session but i tried to keep myself relaxed adjusting my Watch to a new time zone and keeping the track of the snow that was ahead of me when i was to go out of the airport. With all the procedures of the immigration and visa finishing i went out of the airport and signaled a Taxi to begin a new chapter of my life where there is a quest for finding solutions to some questions which were left unanswered. some people who never cared and some issues which needed to be resolved. I call this part of my life "The Journey"<span style="color: #181818; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div>Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750450484778066477.post-72935963469807905032012-01-31T03:43:00.000+05:302012-07-15T20:46:47.753+05:30The Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> When Chander came upon this piece of
writing it struck a very deep chord within him. This was mainly attributed on
his<span style="font-family: inherit;"> personal circumstances too. As Stephen Greenblatt had quoted “Art always
penetrates the particular fissures in one’s physic life”. He just found out to
be true. How strange that simple things which he books had to offer shows a lot
of light on oneself. Today he would relish for the fact that he has survived
10000 days of existence i</span>n this wicked world. It would merely mean a number to
others, but to him it meant 10000 days of struggle, pain and all complexities
that life would have been better had he born a different person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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little hope he went to the central library today when he saw a book which just
costed him 100 bucks. With such a rate he would certainly not buy a diamond but
that would even not stop him from buying a book.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He would always consider books to be an open
source of wisdom that preach some important lessons without paying much.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><br />
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night was just a regular night in his life where he would embark on a 10 min
walk from his work place to home. Then it was followed by his regular dinner
which included some shrimps and rice and would occasionally settle down for
boiled potatoes too. However today he did have that book which he carried from
the central library. Having finished his dinner he just embarked on a journey
that the book had to offer him once he started reading it with the words of
wisdom at the top.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Cluttered in the protective arms of my
mother was me where I could possibly behold all the happiness of my life. Well
to be frank I never felt the warmth of the sun as enduring and caring as I felt
being hugged in her arms. My memory would be faded as I was born but to the
farthest corner of the world if I remember I could recall my innocence of the
age when it came when I was around 2 yrs old. Those little memories I had had
flown along with me since I grew in this miserable world. A very diminishing image of my father had
grown in me and I could recall him coming back to see me as soon as the clock
would strike 5 PM. A little could I believe with both of my parents around me I
would surely have been one happy Soul? Probably one last time where I could
have been happy was on the second of March.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">With all the little I heard from my
momma was that my father was killed in the road accident. He would have been a
careless person to just cross the roads while answering to an important phone
call. The call surely did the most fateful thing that could have happened to
the child. I was 2 yrs 08 months and 12 days old when suddenly my momma was
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As a child I would
often believe in fairy tales. Those stories which i grew up listening
would somehow not fall in the correct place. I would listen to ma talking of an
old rip van winkle that would sleep for as long as 20 yrs in some old days. How
I wish i could have slept throughout those 20 yrs of my early days. Something I
would have surely been happy of. But life teaches lessons of its own and
sometimes the simple lessons of life would come from miseries and pain.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">My mother on the other hand was not afraid of
the afterlife. Of what is death after all? Where the soul leaves the weak body
so that it doesn’t endure the suffering of a body. But all she was afraid of
was the death which was imminent because of her lifelong of family sufferings
which she have seen throughout her life. Her brother died of some cancer some
decades ago, probably the time when the cure for the disease was not found
and also the death of my father was before her. She would often hold me tight
whenever I was to go away from her. Be it the school days where I where she
would hold me tightly in her arms and would often talk about distinct
possibility of not seeing her again or of those tiring long nights where she
would often be awake ensuring i slept in peace which i thought was just to
express her unconditional love. I would often be afraid to ask her of her
actions which resulted in the beginning of unrest in my heart. But my
curiosities of the questions were far less than the reality itself. I never
thought that when the reality would strike this unrest would take the form of
fear which would perhaps stay with me forever. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A new thing which i am starting in my writing.. yes other than my curious minds is all about the books i read and which had deep impact in me. A vivid book reader which i am, i have gone through many books of world literature but yet there is something good which i feel about this book by the second time novelist Karan Bajaj.<br />
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After reading "Keep off the grass" i must admire Karan bajaj for the kind of writing he has, which is mature logical and dark. yes the author himself says in his interview that movie like old boy (Korean) were his inspirations.<br />
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Johnny Gone Down is a complete story of Nikhil from his appointment letter in NASA to being ending up first as a monk, then an accountant to a drug mafia and then a software mogul. The story starts with the graduation day at MIT where Nikhil is with his best bud sameer. Nikhil has just landed up with his dream job at NASA and is expected to join by next month. Suddenly sameer lands up with an idea of leaving to Cambodia for vacation. Everything is well planned except that when the two reach Cambodia they find themselves in the midst of a war. Nikhil in his act of selflessness saves Sam and he in turn stays there only to be caught by the revolutionists and for many a years being in jail he escapes back only to find himself in Thailand and hence becomes a monk even when his heart still wants him to get back to US for his dream job. He continues with monk for full 10 yrs and finally on a trip to Brazil decided to move out and now he finds himself in Brazil being an accountant to a drug mafia. falls in love with a Brazilian actress and gets married. but now again circumstances forces him to flee to US where he becomes a software giant but life comes as a full circle and now he returns back to India to complete the full final journey whose destination is "Death".<br />
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With the above synopsis with very li'l spoilers included, the book continues to move at a pace of its own not forcing its reader to be lost somewhere or feel sleepy. An extraordinary journey with little philosophical touch and a time frame covering more than 25 yrs and 6 countries. this is an extra ordinary journey of a man. While reading the book we can still feel the touch of Bollywood in the narration. of course the book and the plot make up a spicy Bollywood movie. A sense of realism brought in few portions were just remarkable.<br />
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But still the character Nikhil tries to arouse curiosity among the readers. he might well be regarded as a superhero but a hero who is about to die in the first chapter of the book, looses his hand in the first 100 pages of the book and a dedicated monk lived up in monastery for 10 long years and still ending up in drug business. How do you rate this hero. may be the one which is not seen much in literature. a very difficult book to lay off, that's precisely the reason why i finished the book in one go.<br />
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A word for the author Karan Bajaj: Take a bow. In line with the current Indian writers i admire him just because of the style of writing covering almost all aspects: philosophy, thriller, darkness. just like his former book the character is confused and almost wants to take up whatever the life is offering him not knowing of the consequences. In recent days never seen a writing so true and dark. <br />
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Lessons learnt: Live life king size, live the life as its a canvas and paint it with bright colors, live the life at present and never to think whats gonna happen next. A life which we regard as a perfect could change overnight and yet instead of pressing the panic button we must continue on whatever life offers us and be patient enough to get the correct fruit.<br />
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For me to sum up with the book and the character: "<i>A life once lived, but fully lived"</i><br />
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My Rating: 8.5/10 for good writing and a fantastic plot.</div>Ankit Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00812747579024819143noreply@blogger.com3