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The Phoenix: May 20, 2013
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Monday, May 20, 2013. The Sound of Silence. Then there was no sound,. There were people around,. They were speaking something,. I could make out the moving lips,. Yet, I could not hear a word. I tried to speak to them myself,. Tell them I wanted to hear what they were saying,. I wanted to be a part of their conversation,. Yet, their ears were immune to my voice. I kept on listening,. Straining my ears so that I may hear the faintest of sounds,. Finally my ears did hear something,. The Sound of Silence.
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The Phoenix: Feb 24, 2015
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Another walk into the wilderness. The biggest problem of being human is the capability to think that has been given to us by God, or by nature, whatever you want to believe in. Thinking as a package, has both positive and negative effects, but the problem is that we are affected mostly by the negative side of this 'gift'. I was serenaded by the little bombshells this demon catapults, commonly known as thoughts. The light of one single star caught my attention. It was a...
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The Phoenix: Nov 18, 2011
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Friday, November 18, 2011. I want to stand still for a moment,. Look at all that's passing me by. I want to inhale the scent of blossoming roses,. Intoxicate myself with the fragrance of their freshness. I want to stare at the gleaming stars,. Admire their beauty amid the darkness all around. I want to walk into the night,. Feel the solace of its tranquility. I want to smell the grass early in the morning,. Freshly moistened by the cold winter dew. I want to dance around in the rain,. Blogs I Love Reading.
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The Phoenix: Sep 20, 2011
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011. There he was on the center stage,. He was conscious of the huge audience,. Just like his first stage appearance. The legs still didn't miss a tremble,. Every time he had to face them. Hundreds of eyes focused on his every movement,. One step wrong and they would devour him with their laughter. The first dialogue still came with a stutter,. Yet increased his confidence manifold. He was playing the part of a melancholy man,. A man who had lost everything his life had stood for.
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The Phoenix: Jun 25, 2012
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Monday, June 25, 2012. All of our lives we spend in shackles, of self-imposed righteousness, of what is, and what will be, and if it should be, or it should not. Some times its just good to let be, take things as they come, move on, enjoy what is, not wonder what will become, some times its just good to cheat out a moment from this examination of life. It is time for the boy to resurrect from the mechanical death he had died. It is the time for redemption of a life that was once lived. Its time to think ...
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The Phoenix: Apr 17, 2013
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Wednesday, April 17, 2013. I was waiting there by the roadside,. Looking at the people passing me by,. The lady with the shrilly voice,. The small kid selling balloons. And then i saw her,. Fixated by the beauty,. The gaze turned to a stare,. The masterpiece that God painted. The eyes held my stare,. Taking me into the ethereal,. A world that could only exist there. The face so bright,. The moon faded into the darkness,. The stars lost their gleam,. The world yet shined in my eyes. The smile was a drug,.
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The Phoenix: Feb 11, 2013
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Monday, February 11, 2013. Sport has always been, and will always be a hugely emotional experience, for all those involved with it, whether playing or following it. While all sport churns out champions, it also creates role models, people who determine how the general public perceives the sport, responds to it, and makes it a part of their daily lives. The first time I heard about Lance Armstrong, he had already won the coveted title of the Tour de France a couple of times. If this was the case of a pers...
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The Phoenix: Feb 16, 2015
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Monday, February 16, 2015. The spiral of life keeps going, and with itself, it makes sure that you keep going. In just a year or two, things change to the extent that you look back at the time gone by, wondering if the person who was living this life at that time, was you or someone you relate to remotely, or some one completely unknown altogether. It was disheartening to see the transition of this once confident center-stage actor, into a mannequin that would remain inconspicuous to the crowd, no matter...
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The Phoenix: Jun 27, 2013
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Thursday, June 27, 2013. Tum jaa rahe ho. Tum jaa rahe ho, yun lagta hai k zindagi ja rhi hai, humari khushi, humara pyaar, humara sansaar ja raha hai. Tum thhe to hum thhe, khushi thi, gham thhe, jeene ke do pal thhe. Tum thhe to lamhe thhe, kuch khone ke, kuch paane ke, ummeed bhare zamaane thhe. Tum ja rahe ho, zindagi ja rahi hai, pal do pal ki hi thi jo, wo khushi ja rahi hai, jeene ko majbur karti thi jo, wo ummeed ja rahi hai. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tum jaa rahe ho. Blogs I Love Reading.
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UnWritten: March 2010
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The 5 Er.diots. Sunday, March 7, 2010. Erdiot B : oye kal kitne baje jana hai? ErM on flip side : jab tu kahe! 815 tak ghar aaja. Rest i'll confirm with Rasto. ErB : Ok. Msg maar dena. 37 seconds and forgotten). Lets call it the placement day.The reporting time at the venue read something like 8 AM). 1 hour to deadline). ErB : han v uth gaya? ErM : han just. ErB : kab aaun, ab to bata de. tune msg nahi kia? ErM : O yar 'Rasto' ne fone nahi uthaya raat ko (safed jhuth! ErM : Han han, aram se aa. 135 kmph)...
