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Footprints In Future’s Sand: September 2011
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Sunday, September 11, 2011. It has taken over two very .very long years since any scribbling here. Unfortunately, I did not even miss it after a point. Are you thinking what did it take for me to be back? Wella great deal of thought, a lot of motivation from friends and colleagues, a cautious dose of courage and an iota of time from a lifetime. Yes, I did say 'courage' for I am not sure whether I can make this final effort to revive this habit successful and continued.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Sunday, September 11, 2011. It has taken over two very .very long years since any scribbling here. Unfortunately, I did not even miss it after a point. Are you thinking what did it take for me to be back? Wella great deal of thought, a lot of motivation from friends and colleagues, a cautious dose of courage and an iota of time from a lifetime. Yes, I did say 'courage' for I am not sure whether I can make this final effort to revive this habit successful and continued.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand: December 2009
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Tuesday, December 29, 2009. 8220;Excuse is the easiest way to escape from reality.”. I am sure many of you are cursing me for the preachy notes. I know it is easier said than done. I know that you’ll understand…and very well at that. But trust me, there are times when you are just forced to remind people things that they know already. Who doesn’t face adversities in their lives? For everything, everyone, has an EXCUSE. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Breathings of My Heart.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Wednesday, January 04, 2012. Just a passing thought. Recently, I read somewhere that there is no market for your sorrows in the whole wide world so do not advertise them. I've been thinking about it.does this mean that you can't share your sorrows with people you are closest to? Is the concept of best friends.a farce? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just a passing thought Recently, I read somewhere . Breathings of My Heart.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Sunday, December 11, 2011. The Circle of Life - The Lion King. From the day we arrive on the planet. And blinking, step into the sun. There's more to see than can ever be seen. More to do than can ever be done. There's far too much to take in here. More to find than can ever be found. But the sun rolling high. Through the sapphire sky. Keeps great and small on the endless round. It's the Circle of Life. And it moves us all. Through despair and hope. Through faith and love.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand: September 2006
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Saturday, September 16, 2006. Remakes in Bollywood: a trend story. A string of remakes of old Hindi hits is under way. Putting technical advances to best use, filmmakers are capitalizing on the emotional appeal of the old plots and actors are pushing the envelop in a bid to serve up old wine in new and fancy bottles. Picture this: Amitabh Bachchan playing the menacing '. In the remake of Sholay, Aishwarya as ever-effervescent Umrao Jaan (God save us! Saheb, Biwi Aur Ghulam.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand: November 2006
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Monday, November 13, 2006. What's in my mind these days.the masterpiece says it all. The Road Not Taken. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,. And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth;. Then took the other, as just as fair,. And having perhaps the better claim. Because it was grassy and wanted wear;. Though as for that, the passing there. Had worn them really about the same,.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand: December 2007
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Sunday, December 30, 2007. Very few moments in life are so life changing, like the day I saw the ocean for the first time, like when I thought that I had fallen in love for the first time, the day I came across death for the first time, or the time when I learnt that friends can betray you or the first time I had coffee with him. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Very few moments in life are so life changing, lik. Breathings of My Heart.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand: October 2006
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Tuesday, October 24, 2006. I was alone. Not completely though. My memories old and recent were decent enough company. Our childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. I believe that what we remember from childhood we remember forever - stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. Suddenly, my musings were interrupted by realities. I don’t know how. I got the Diwali night on my own rather, me and the lights and the darkness.
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Footprints In Future’s Sand: September 2007
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Footprints In Future’s Sand. Saturday, September 22, 2007. After a long hiatus. I am sure those who had bookmarked this page have lost all hope. But it is being updated finally. Better late than never. Yeah, I know it's a cliche.but I wanted to use it. :). Not making any promises.but would surely try and be as regular as possible. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). After a long hiatus I am sure those who had bookma. Breathings of My Heart.
