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kuch dil se...: March 2006
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Sunday, March 26, 2006. Tagged , for perfect lover. Thnx psycho,bhau and avi for tagging me! You people must know how difficult it is to write 8 qualities of the perfect lover! And more difficult is to tag 8 more ppl! So leaving this part :D ). I am trying it in my own way. well! I am not a strict follower of rules ( sorry :P). 1) I want her to love me. More than anything,. Coz i cant live without it,. So pals, pray! 2) I want her to play. And to let me take revenge. In my own way! Which gives me a reason.
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kuch dil se...: February 2009
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. That man walked towards the gym again where he noticed that Bhavesh was still there. He came near Bhavesh and before he could utter a word, his eyes and expression said that these ladies need our pity and we have to help them, they are so dependent. Before he could speak the same words from his lips, Bhavesh's eyes gave him an angry look and person left without saying a word. Soon, Bhavesh was moving back his home as he realized he was too drenched now. 32 hours train journey.
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kuch dil se...: October 2006
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Friday, October 27, 2006. Hope, My dear friend, told me. I am the one who kept you alive. It was me who carried you. When you could not move. It was me who held your hand. When there was noone to wipe your tears. You want me to leave. You are selfish and fool. You will die without me in a second.". You say you were with me. In all the sufferings. In all the darkness. But truth is that. You were the one who brought. I never knew the difference. Between the happiness and the suffering. You showed me a smile.
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kuch dil se...: June 2008
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Sunday, June 22, 2008. What does a pizza boy do in Cambridge? The pizza boy in cambridge. The name pizza boy struck: I generally have a vegeterian pizza almost everyday for lunch in office canteen, in london. I'm not a big fan of pizza - its just the best available lunch for me here. I hate the name - after all, a pizza boy never delivers pizza for himself! I love indian food - frankly speaking, being a hardcore vegeterian you are anyways not left with too many options. We saw King's college - initiated ...
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kuch dil se...: April 2006
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006. I have seen . I have seen hope. Dying and rising again as the phoenix. Flowing in the veins with blood. And shining from the eyes. I have seen desperation. Entering in the head. And begging to die. I have seen sympathy. Coming from all around. Making you feel debilitated. I have seen the world. As an enemy, as a friend. Changing its face with the time. But keeping you alive. I have seen pride. Keeping its head always high. Its meeting with innocence. Posted by saurabh at 8:50 AM.
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kuch dil se...: May 2006
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Friday, May 19, 2006. All the people came. And all are going. Life is as usual. Everything is perfect, believe me. It's just the wrong hour. All the mistakes I made. And all the crap I said. I knew they won't come back. And they are not coming back, believe me. It's just the wrong hour. Nothing more I wanted. And Nothing more I had. Just a bit of pride. And a little self-respect. Nothing would happen, I knew. Even if I loose a little bit of them too. And nothing is happening, believe me. This post is ded...
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kuch dil se...: February 2006
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Friday, February 24, 2006. A Real short story. This is a true story. From my last two posts you people must have understood the fact that I am a true Revolutionist and I just can't tolerate any kind of injustice in the society. My craziness to change this society took me to a remote village in Jharkhand, where tribal people live. Their society is so unfair to the weaker sections. I just couldn't tolerate it (thanks to the revolutionist inside me! I heard birds singing. Once upon a time. Once upon a time.