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Pieces of me..: 8th January 2012
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Monday, January 9, 2012. Sitting in the open terrace in afra, on a breezy evening towards the wee hours in the night. I hv seen a certain goodness in you.the rest knowing u can always follow. I m a man of plain words. I know u here and there, but trust me, well enough for me to like you. And well, liking is always unconditional. Fondness is not decided, it just happens when your heart smiles to you.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It is a beautiful day. Whispers frrom the 'heart'. Whenever a friend...
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Pieces of me..: IIT Kharagpur, BC Roy & Kgpians
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Monday, March 30, 2009. IIT Kharagpur, BC Roy and Kgpians. To be true, no comments. My views in this segment are so different that half the KGPians will give the worst of comments on this post (the taste of which I have already got from my close friends to whom I communicated my views :P ). Hopefully, I will be able to garner enough courage to post them soon. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). IIT Kharagpur, BC Roy and Kgpians. It is a beautiful day. Whispers frrom the 'heart'. FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE.
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Pieces of me..: September 2008
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Saturday, September 13, 2008. A tiny hand craves for your finger,. He wants to hold them and nudge along. These little dark eyes look upon you,. They await that smile, that nod of your head. Like a little toddler,. With hope in his eyes. And that tremble in his words,. He extends his hands. To reach out to yours. He knows he is guilty,. He knows he hurt who cared the most,. He knows that things cant be forgotten,. He knows that he doesnt deserve forgiveness,. But, he repents. As you pass,. Even worse whe...
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Pieces of me..: May 2008
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Thursday, May 29, 2008. It is indeed a good world out there. It is indeed a good world out there. Be dependent. Be good. And, smile; for the world smiles, when you smile. But, my friend,. Only smile and only embrace. For, it is indeed a good world out there. Hope is what we live on. Hope is all we have. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It is indeed a good world out there. It is a beautiful day. Whispers frrom the 'heart'. FROM THE BYLANES OF LIFE. Asymptotes, tangents and normals. Stay hungry, Stay foolish.
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Pieces of me..: April 2009
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009. The train journey with 350 aspiring people from across the country and the globe, transformed the way I looked at things. I saw the trust, the fire and the dreams in the eyes of these people, which inspired me to step ahead and break barriers. Have made some of the best friends that life can give, on this yatra. 18 days, a few role models, and you get a snapshot of an India, you never knew existed! This is my Yatra Story. Proud Yatri of the Tata Jagriti Yatra '08. It's ok, bunk...
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Pieces of me..: December 2008
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Friday, December 19, 2008. This one is going to be short. Real short. Something came to my mind, and it redefines the way I look at a feeling that I so often feel. Here I redefine loneliness (for myself). The feeling that you have when you want to be with a person but you cannot. This is the moment when no matter what happens, no matter what you are doing, no matter whom you are with (family, best friends, anyone and everyone), you will still feel lonely; you will still feel alone. Book a room in a 5-sta...
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Me with Myself: November 2009
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Wednesday, November 4. We have good memories and bad ones too! But which excites me the most is the childhood memories! Oh i Love them! Just 2 days back my childhood friend, Sayani forwarded a pic to me. Both of us sitting on top of a train in a park. Both wearing red woolen frock, with my inner frock peeping out. Me with a grumpy face and Sayani as sweet as ever (always! Here, we are in a man-made lake named as the Subhash Sarobar. Oh, i still remember the feel! We used to play ekka-dokka, kit-kit.
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Me with Myself: It Hurts !
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Monday, February 22. I feel like shit. what life is this! Should i be happy or sad? Today is the day of immense happiness. the greatest pleasure . it should be actually. but again the sadness as usual always over powers a person's happiness. why is it so? Why is the emotions so unfair? Shouldn't it be the other way round? U wanna say that? Well test yourself or would say life has been good to you . damn lucky! I tell you it hurts. it hurts you bad. I have no words. Really sorry about this. Keeping Track&...
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Me with Myself: October 2009
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Thursday, October 29. Is a lie good at times? My values are too strong. I can't lie to people . i wont say i never lied. but people who knows me will agree that i don't lie. And i hate people who does it! Specially when a person lies with the most confidence. It is beyond my imagination. How do they do it so beautifully? At times i want to learn that art. It might help me at times if not always! But do people choose to lie only to save himself? Or is it the circumstances? Which forces one to say that lie?
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Me with Myself: I am Missing You !
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Monday, April 19. I am Missing You! I am Missing kolkata and its charm! Missing 100s of loved ones there! Missing chelo kabab at Peter Cat . The Greenery at Maidan . I miss the Gigantic Victoria. I miss the boats lined up at Princep Ghat . I miss fuchka . 12rs yummy egg-roll . The chops. the egg-devil . kebabs . I miss shopping at New Market . I miss the Chambalamba . I miss the Nandan and its essence . I miss the narrow roads of North Kolkata . I miss to speak in my mother-tongue . I miss the traffic .
