tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9725483586060734712024-03-13T12:54:07.429-07:00Shishir Bhanot's BlogThoughts, musings, music...a bit of everything.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-26874695739792271102011-11-13T09:43:00.000-08:002011-11-13T09:43:17.689-08:00Birmingham’s Black Friday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I went to a Journalism course a few days ago, and they gave us a task of creating a front page news on a large explosion in National Exhibition Centre. We were given bits of news, and in the span of one and a half hours (by when our news had to go for "publishing"), we kept getting in more pieces of information. It was a stimulating experience. And this is what I created for the <i>front page</i> of <i>Birmingham Mail.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">A massive gas explosion has rocked the city of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Birmingham</st1:place></st1:city>, earlier today, injuring at least 60 people, leaving 10 in critical condition.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">The National Exhibition Centre (NEC) in <st1:city w:st="on">Birmingham</st1:city>, the seventh largest exhibition centre in <st1:place w:st="on">Europe</st1:place>, witnessed the brunt of it. Andrew Satterthwaite, Deputy Chief Constable, has confirmed that it was a “gas explosion”. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Residents from Lozells and <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Perry</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Bar</st1:placename></st1:place>, as far as seven miles away from the NEC, have reported hearing a deafening noise of the blast.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">The emergency services were called and were at the scene in 5 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">John Hodgson, a bus driver, said that it was the “loudest noise” he’s ever heard in his life. He said that the windows of his bus “blew out”. There was chaos all over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Alan Richards, who was present at the people A&E Department at the hospital, saw hoards of Ambulances arriving at the scene with injured people. “It’s like they are arriving from a war zone”, he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Simon Chiles, an eyewitness, said that he heard “three to four loud bangs”. He said that there was smoke everywhere. There was “lots of blood” and “plenty of injuries”. Mr. Chiles said that the windows were “smashed in”. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">There’s anarchy on the roads of <st1:place w:st="on">West Midlands</st1:place> and the police has advised residents “not to travel, unless they have to”. There are severe traffic jams, the buses are being diverted and there’s a sense of unease and uncertainty in the minds of people. The whole city seems shaken up by the proceedings.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">An emergency contact number has been issued by the Police, call 0800 81 2583, for more information.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-57101418055785029952011-09-18T09:08:00.000-07:002011-09-18T09:08:48.168-07:00All I Need<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayUwNDSMPl4/TnYXNzB63XI/AAAAAAAAALI/pQfGhpzZm-M/s1600/into_the_wild1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayUwNDSMPl4/TnYXNzB63XI/AAAAAAAAALI/pQfGhpzZm-M/s320/into_the_wild1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">The blue sky above, the endless road below<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">No more happiness, no more sorrow<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Giving up everything I had, for something new<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the hope for a better future, I gave up my blue<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Longing to be in love, I tried and tried<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Till I gave up and decided to fly<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Another day another night,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Feeling the same, try as I might<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know now I’m not afraid<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because when you don’t have anything to lose, you only gain<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I didn’t look back, because there was nothing to look<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nothing to remember, no happiness, no truth<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don’t need people, I need myself<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">And the vast beautiful nature and the future ahead<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">My guitar to sing, my books to read<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">That’s all I have, that’s all I need. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-82251088172777340272011-08-11T14:09:00.000-07:002011-08-12T16:43:30.274-07:00If You Want To Make God Laugh: Start Planning for the Future<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am intrigued by people who believe that they are in absolute control of their lives. People who do not believe that destiny, ‘higher power’ or fate has anything to do with how their lives turn out to be. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I’m not saying it in jest; I really do feel a sense of envy. They are, in a way, stronger than what I am. I live my life around the principles of Karma, destiny, fate. I think that if I do something good for somebody, I’m a better human being and that somebody up there keeps a check of it, and someday I’ll get redeemed for it. I know for a fact, that if I do something wrong – I’ll be penalised for it. It may be in my head, but that’s just the way it works for me. And it helps me lead a better life; it makes me a better human being.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">My brother is an atheist and in one of those endless debates, I asked him <b>“If it helps someone live a better life, how is it bad?”</b> And I don’t think he gave me a conclusive answer for it. One of my friends lost a friend recently and I asked her if she was doing okay – and she told me that she knows that her friend is in a better place and it makes her feel better. Some cynics can call it escapism, I call it a way of life. No one knows for certain if god exists, if there is a heaven or hell – but if it helps you lead a happier life – how is it bad?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Leaving something in the hands of someone who you believe is greater than anything else in the world, that’s faith for me. And it’s a blissful thing to have. It’s hard to comprehend for people who don’t believe in it, but it is true.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Science and logic lovers often ask for proof if God exist – I want to ask: can you feel<i> friendship</i>? Can you feel <i>love</i>? No, but you believe in it. Faith works exactly like that. It doesn't matter if it exists or not, it’s what you believe in that matters.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-58096330952792040252011-08-10T14:59:00.000-07:002011-08-12T16:42:47.034-07:00Sense or an Absolute Anarchy?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the last 4 days London and other cities of Great Britain have been rocked by riots, lootings and burning downs of buildings. What started off with a demonstration in Tottenham has since turned into a baseless, senseless stream of violence and aggression.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It began by condemning the death of Mark Duggan on Thursday. On Saturday night, about 50 relatives and friends posted outside the Tottenham police station. Local young men, covering their heads with “hoodies” got aggressive and it escalated into a night of hurling rocks, breaking into shops, burning patrol cars, torching buildings and smashing shop windows.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The looting and rioting doesn’t have a lot to do with Mark Duggan. That was merely the catalyst.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNc4T4Mg5zY/TkL_C8lfVgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KQn74yLJ2sc/s1600/Shooting-in-Tottenham-Hal-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNc4T4Mg5zY/TkL_C8lfVgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KQn74yLJ2sc/s320/Shooting-in-Tottenham-Hal-007.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As soon as something like this happens, the politicians, media and the people at large <i>need</i> a reason to blame it on. I want to say that media is neutral, but it’s not true. They inevitably opt for the story which is the most sensationalised. Some politicians are suggesting that Twitter and BBM are to be blamed for all this. They should be told, blame the drunk driver, not the alcohol or the car. Blame the person who tweeted, not Twitter (or BBM). A London newspaper went as far as to claim that <i>Grand Theft Auto </i>taught the young lads how to steal. I’m sorry but is it just me or does it sound completely absurd? I have a love hate relationship with media. Sometimes I think that media and the journalists are unethical, greedy (for news) and insensitive. But when I opened the Evening Standard today, I felt happy to see that they had posted the pictures of the ‘rioters’ whose faces were captured on the CCTV. This is where the media’s role really kicks in (of course it also tells us about Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez’s relationship, which we all want to know in detail about).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One theory suggests that it is because of the ‘economic struggle’ they go through in life that has sparked a rebellion. This makes me wonder, if you have enough money to wear a hood jacket, have a flashy Smartphone, equipped with Twitters and BBMs, you can’t be THAT poor can you? This is London, not a tiny village in Switzerland or Norway – we see beggars’ every day. If this was the reason, the beggars should have gone on riots long ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another aspect which has led to this is the leniency on the part of the parents. I’m all for ‘western way of raising kids’. It has worked well for them so far. But in times like this, it is but natural to expect that you should be worried about your son/daughter. My friends from India had the sense to call me up and ask me if I was okay and advised me not to step out at night. If my friends, who’re as young as me can do that, surely the adults CAN and MUST ensure that their kids are home and not out “rebelling”. I was shocked to see 13/14 year olds arrested and charged. If they have to be stupid, it is the parents’ duty to stop them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And coming back to the story of Twitter, it is Twitter which is responsible for collecting masses of people and aiding in cleaning up of the mess which was created. I respect the Londoner for this.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another positive which I have seen is the events in Southall (a predominantly Asian society). It is said that Sikhs, Hindus and Muslims united to protect their worshipping homes. Eyewitnesses say that while the Muslims were praying, the other two guarded it from the outside and the same was done for all three. This is commendable, coming from three religions which have had ‘issues’ in the past. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I don’t know if we should blame the ‘rioters’ or we should try and understand their perspective – but one thing is clear, innocent people have been injured, innocent people have died, and innocent people have been robbed of their valuables, properties and their livelihood. This has to stop, and this has to stop now.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-74254293184596442012011-08-07T03:00:00.000-07:002011-08-07T03:00:23.878-07:00Phir Kyun Bewajah<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/rK2NJAO77C8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kyun raaston mein, paaya tujhe is tarah</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kyun, chaahat meri, tujhko lagi bewajah</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kya batau tujhko, mere liye hai tu kya</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kaise, samjhau, tere bina main kaha....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Paaunga tujhko, ye mera yakeen hai</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Chaahunga har pal, ye mera zameer hai</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tu hi tu, har jagah mein</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hairaan kyun, zindagi hai</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kyun, Kyun, Kyun, Bewajah</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ye, jaanta hu, sapna hai tu mera</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Aankhein moonde dekhu, koi haseen pal naya</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kholu, aankhein apni, kho jaaye tu kaha</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Paau, tujhko aise, tanha raha us jagah...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bechaniya hai, meethi khushi hai</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tu hai toh sab hai, na koi kami hai</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Zindagi, mein tu hi hai,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Meri rooh, kho gayi hai...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kyun, Kyun, Kyun, Bewajah</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bewajah, Bewajah, Bewajah....</span></div><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-3952559783885036052011-07-29T16:14:00.000-07:002011-07-29T16:14:24.669-07:00India Shining?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtmEMGPYMcM/TjM-ZfepXZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3gTrIR0euZE/s1600/India+shining.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtmEMGPYMcM/TjM-ZfepXZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3gTrIR0euZE/s640/India+shining.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I rest my case.</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Physically, women are generally the weaker half. For that reason, we must not raise our hands to make a point. Women, specially in rural areas, developing countries, have endured the wrath of men's irrationality, and no doubt should be freed from this and allowed to be equal, in all aspects of life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But very recently, I've started wondering if (and this is just restricted to the very cosmopolitan cities) if we've empowered women so much that the power is now in their hands?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sounds crazy? I'm not so sure.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I guess this theory has been floating in my head for a while now, but it took shape when I saw one of my friend stop his car, allowing a women to cross the street. He did not do the same for another man. And subconsciously, I think all men act like this. Granted, being nice to women is a must - but does that mean we have to do it at our expense?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I cross Oxford Circus everyday, and wherever I look, all I see are places for women to shop.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You go to clubs, and guess what, <i>free entry for women</i>, and of course a minimum of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">£20 entry for us...these small little things bother me!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">And this makes me wonder..is it time for <b>male empowerment</b>? </span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-67705274933914836192011-07-21T14:29:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:29:30.592-07:00Look At Yourself After Watching This<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm not going to throw my philosophical theories in this post. I just want you to watch the video, whole of it - and then introspect.<br />
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<a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The only networking sites which have managed to survive are Twitter and LinkedIn, which quite frankly serve a completely different purpose and have never been able to match Facebook's popularity. As of July 2011, Facebook has more than 750 million active users, making it the 3rd most populated "country" in the world. Arguably, Facebook has changed the way we are. You write on someone's *wall*, you *like* someone's status, you *facebook* someone (I'm pretty sure we've all used "I'll facebook you"). It truly is more than just another social networking website. Granted, my knowledge on Mark Zuckerberg and co. is restricted to the movie "Social Network", but I think one of the main reasons Facebook was such a hit was that it connects with people, figuratively speaking. Zuckerberg, himself only 27, knows what people want and gives it to them. The founders of Facebook are young, ambitious and get into the mindset of people. It has worked very, very well for them and for the users of Facebook.<br />
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But now, after years of being the leaders of the social media, I'm sure the Facebook "daddies" would be a little apprehensive of the new phenomenon called Google+.<br />
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Google+, as you guessed it is a social networking website designed by Google. It is still in the trial beta mode, and will be launched shortly for the public at large. Right now, one can only become a member through invites. It caught my attention yesterday, when I heard the Google CEO Larry Page announce that Google+ has already attracted 10 million members on its website. This was a staggering figure.<br />
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So what's new that Google+ has, which Facebook doesn't? <br />
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1. Google+'s homepage is very similar to what Facebook's users are familiar and comfortable with - like updates from friends, photo uploads, events etc.With Circles, Google has tried to set itself apart from Facebook. While your information you post in Facebook is shared immediately to those who are in your friend list, Circles allows one to choose people we want to share information with. There is some information you WOULD NOT want your mother or your boss knowing. Google+ allows you to do that. In fact, users can make groups for sharing information such as parents, close friends, casual acquaintances, and so on.<br />
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2. With an instant upload feature, one can easily upload pictures that he is taking with his camera (of course when he so wishes). This is in sharp contrast with Facebook where uploading of photos and videos takes an eternity and members get bored. The slogan “share just the right things with just the right people” says it all. </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. “Hangouts” is a new feature that allows you to disclose your location to chosen friends and then wait to see who drops by to join the fun.<br />
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4. Sparks is the feature that allows you to post your likes and dislikes and the app automatically sends you latest and exciting news and offers on your likes. It could be on music, books, fashion or a category made by you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">5. Huddle is another feature that allows users to chat instantly with many friends at the same time unlike windows that are created in Facebook chat. All friends drop down to a single chat and you feel you are in the midst of your friends. Unlike Facebook, you do not jump from one window to another or reply wrongly to your friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There is also the use of Web 3.0, which Google+ is introducing to the world. I'm not sure how different it is to Web 2.0 but it'll certainly be worth a look. Privacy is another big advantage which Google+ has over Facebook.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Only time will tell if Google+ can take on the might of Facebook, but it certainly has attractive features to lure potential members. I reckon Facebook will not give up without a fight though. With features like Skype video call and Chat members side bars, you can see they are trying hard. We'll just have to see which giant prevails.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-2238287895169952372011-07-04T16:43:00.000-07:002011-07-29T16:28:12.261-07:00Arsenal in complete disarray?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-By8sYuLgFk8/ThJSK3m_2hI/AAAAAAAAADI/QnReQv5loak/s1600/Nasri_Fabregas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625649231218858514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-By8sYuLgFk8/ThJSK3m_2hI/AAAAAAAAADI/QnReQv5loak/s320/Nasri_Fabregas.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 230px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story/_/id/931480/man-city-make-move-for-arsenal's-gael-clichy-and-samir-nasri?cc=5739">Soccernet</a> recently reported Premier League rivals Manchester City are about to make a bid for Nasri and Clichy. With the financial resources City possess, it will be hard for Arsenal to deny them of this move. Nasri’s contract runs out next year and Arsenal would surely sell him for £20 million, or risk losing him on a free transfer next year. Clichy’s transfer was finalised today, with a £7 million move to Manchester City (pending the medical approval). Things got worse when a senior Arsenal official admitted a while ago that Fabregas will be sold if the right price was offered. To top up the misery glass, Denilson has decided that he might stay at Arsenal.<br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Okay, so maybe I’m being a little too mean to Denilson, but there’s no arguing that he’s average at best and definitely doesn’t deserve to be in the 1st team. Arsenal, for the last 6 years, has not won a single trophy. For a team with a history and competence like Arsenal , it is a big blow for the players and the fans. The motto of “Next Year” is becoming increasingly baseless and a little sad.<br />
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Arsenal is pretty much at rock bottom at the moment, but the idea of rock bottom may change next year, if they lose their three key players and fail to buy adequate replacements. Arsene Wenger is playing the waiting game, but he’s already lost Clichy and the proximity of losing in the other two is quite high. His transfer prospects at the moment look bleak, promising little.<br />
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With their depth already under much scrutiny, this could be the fatal blow to a side that promises so much year after year, and falls short.<br />
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The unrest in the team in understandable, albeit undesirable by the fans and undoubtedly by Arsene Wenger, who must be feeling shaken, and quite frankly a little betrayed. I say betrayed because he’s always been the one vouching for the young guns, and to be betrayed at a time when he needed them the most will hurt.<br />
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This is a time for some drastic steps to be taken by the man who’s seen Arsenal grow and who’s seen Arsenal fall. The same manager, whose name resembles the team as if he’s destined to be part of the club must realise that next season is critical in survival of both, him and his team he has given six years in. He has already lost Clichy. He needs to take a gamble of around £20 million, if he is confident Arsenal will win this season, thereby enticing Nasri to stay. He has to try and convince Cesc to stay, lest the team’s and fans’ morale completely crashes down. He knows as much as anyone else, that next season has to be the one for Arsenal. Another trophy less season would result in nothing short of a catastrophe.<br />
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I must point out here though, that some good points do come out of this. RVP has committed himself to Arsenal, saying that he wants to win trophies at this very club which has given him so much. Rosicky also mirrors the thought, banishing rumours that he wants to leave. Some call Rosicky deadwood, but that’s harsh – and one should hope that he could put the plight of his injuries in the past and reach his best next season, because Arsenal needs him. All credit to Van Persie – a player of his class showing such commitment should be an example for players like Cesc and Nasri, who have to realise that not winning trophies is not the ‘clubs fault’. Club is made up of players and players have to give in their 100%.<br />
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The only silver lining Arsene can take out of all this is this quote <span style="font-weight: bold;">“The hour before dawn is the darkest.”</span> He has to play smart, and act fast in this transfer market. He and his team have to give in 100% in the next season, to prove to themselves and the world, that they truly are the “THE INVINCIBLES”</span></span></span><br />
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Why?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-91071148423491094002011-06-18T11:25:00.000-07:002011-07-29T16:30:40.415-07:00The Final Testament of The Holy Bible - James Frey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDAlj-NdsM4/Tfzt_TLzVGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_ZBfmutZGI/s1600/9781848543188-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619628106788852834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDAlj-NdsM4/Tfzt_TLzVGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_ZBfmutZGI/s320/9781848543188-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 209px;" /></span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Now James Frey has written his greatest work, his most revolutionary, his most controversial.</b><br />
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This is what the back page of James Frey’s latest book states. As sensationalised as it sounds, it is true. THE FINAL TESTAMENT OF THE HOLY BIBLE is a very intelligent book.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The book cover resembles the Holy Bible, but couldn’t be more against it. James Frey has been in news for both, good and bad reasons. His first book, A Million Little Pieces is a “memoir” about his experience in the rehab after years of alcohol, drugs, abuse and felony. The book was personally recommended by Oprah to the world, acting as a catalyst in making it a worldwide bestseller. He was later brandished by the same Oprah on world television, calling him a liar and a cheat, after it was revealed by a website that Frey had, in fact, fabricated details of his story for the benefit of the book. He confessed that he had embellished some of the details to make it a better story.</span><br />
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The Final Testament talks about what the Messiah would be like if he was reborn in this world of war, corruption and endless religious battles. It talks about a new mythology, as to how the reborn Christ would react to a world like ours. The new “Messiah” considers religion a deterrent to the humankind and considers it as primarily being responsible for the situation we are in. He preaches that religion, like politics, is a means of escapism and a reason for hatred. The protagonist, Ben, goes about spreading the idea of love and saying that love is all that matters in life. He goes about his day, walking around in shabby clothes, helping people by whispering kind words to them, kissing them regardless of whether they are men or women, black or white, fat or slim.<br />
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An idea like this, where the reborn "Jesus” is bisexual, dressed shabbily and disregards the Bible is indeed very controversial, and could have easily been ridiculed. But the message Ben spreads cannot be ignored. The book makes you realise that love is what one lives for. Life, not death, should be a mystery one should pursue, Ben says.<br />
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The Final Testament is a very interesting book, a very original concept. It immediately entices the reader to know more about Ben. It does drag on in the middle, where Frey keeps harping on the point of love and reveals how Ben affects other people’s lives. It is interesting at first, but the story sort of stagnates and you want to know the end. It picks up in the end again and ends on a note which leaves the reader wanting to know more about Ben, but also leaves him/her satisfied. Frey’s writing, yet again, is very unique, again without any punctuations. In this book, he has told the story through the people who “met Ben”. It adds to the feel of the book and makes it more interesting to read.<br />
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All in all, I wouldn’t call it his best book, but it is definitely worth a read, because books like these make you think about life and its existence and its purpose. </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-39127336764147143992011-06-12T18:36:00.000-07:002011-08-12T17:05:57.558-07:00Some Questions To Ponder On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When did we start getting so accustomed to everything? When did we start taking things for granted? Why is it, that when we see someone in an airplane, looking very excited because he’s travelling for the first time, that we smirk at him? Why have we lost the sense of ‘wonder’ in our lives? When was the last time you looked up in the sky and admired the nature for its vastness and beauty?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When did you take a purposeless long walk?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everything is so scientific and sought out these days. We all are so obsessed with being someone who is in control of his/her life. Think for a moment and answer why – to yourself, not to me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Instead of asking someone elder for advice or learning it the right way, we’ll make the mistakes just so that we can feel ‘adult’ enough in our heads. Why?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Why is it that when our dad tries to teach us something, we point out his failures instead?<br />
Why is it that when our mom asks us about this girl, we tell her to mind her own business?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When was the last time you went to a park and sat down and did absolutely nothing?<br />
When was the last time you met your relatives?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When was the last time the whole family sat down and watched a movie and had pizza?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When did you last (if ever) go to a coffee shop and sat there for hours and read a book?<br />
When did a day pass when you didn’t go to Facebook (everyone, guilty as charged?)?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When did you go through your old pictures?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If the answer to the last question is an “I don’t know, long time back”, then do it now. It’ll remind you of simpler times...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-49608460469183140442011-06-06T05:27:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:00:59.297-07:00Cure My Tragedy (A Letter To God) - Cold<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: medium; "><b><br /></b>Remember all the times that we used to play?<br />You were lost and I would save you<br />I don't think those feelings will ever fade<br />You were born a part of me<br />I was never good at hiding anything<br />My thoughts break me<br />Do you understand what you mean to me?<br />You are my faith<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><i>[Chorus]</i><br />Won't you cure my tragedy? <i>[x2]</i><br />Don't take her smile away from me<br />She's broken and I'm far away<br />Won't you cure my tragedy? <i>[x2]</i><br />if you make the world a stage for me<br />then I hope that you can hear me scream<br />Won't you cure my tragedy?<br /><br />When I sit and think of the days we shared<br />and the nights you covered for me<br />Every little thing that I ever did<br />You would stand by me<br />Everytime you cried it would take my wind<br />My heart would break<br />If I could be strong like you were for me<br />You are my faith<br /><br /><i>[Chorus]</i><br />Won't you cure my tragedy? <i>[x2]</i><br />Don't take her smile away from me<br />She's broken and I'm far away<br />Won't you cure my tragedy? <i>[x2]</i><br />if you make the world a stage for me<br />then I hope that you can hear me scream<br />Won't you cure my tragedy?<br /><br />Can you hear me scream? <i>[x2]</i><br /><br /><i>[Chorus]</i><br />Won't you cure my tragedy? <i>[x2]</i><br />Don't take her smile away from me<br />She's broken and I'm far away<br />Won't you cure my tragedy? <i>[x2]</i><br />if you make the world a stage for me<br />then I hope that you can hear me scream<br />Won't you cure my tragedy?<br /><br />I can't take this anymore<br />I can't feel this anymore<br />Won't you take and give her pain to me<br />'Cause my whole life I've made mistakes<br />Can you hear me scream? <i>[x2]</i> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-4999065056621244462011-06-03T16:22:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:01:52.908-07:00Inside These Lines - Trent Dabbs<div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Who is the one I see across the table </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Eyes that always seem so familiar </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">We sit alone so comfortably in the silence </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">If I touch you would you be surprised </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Did we drift out closer to a compromise </span></span><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Oh have we lost what we had inside these, inside these lines </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Could we watch it stay the same, all this time and just be fine </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It's okay to see where we are, where we should be </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">But are we gonna find ourselves insides these lines, inside these lines</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Inside these lines </span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Your skin is next to mine, I can feel you </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">We've learned to pass the time in the same room </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">So remind me of how the world stood still </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">We were shining, living just to taste the thrill </span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Oh have we lost what we had inside these, inside these lines </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Could we watch it stay the same, all this time and just be fine </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It's okay to see where we are, and where we should be </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Are we gonna find ourselves inside these lines, inside these lines </span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Circle render me, yeah </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">With the lines we've drawn I believe that </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Circle render me, yeah </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">With the lines we've drawn I believe that </span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Have we lost what we had inside these, inside these lines </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Could we watch it stay the same, all this time and just be fine </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It's okay to see where we are, and where we should be </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Are we gonna find ourselves inside these lines, inside these lines </span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Are we gonna find ourselves </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Are we gonna find ourselves inside these lines, inside these lines</span></span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-29832020015747545612011-06-03T15:19:00.001-07:002011-07-12T15:07:55.896-07:00Mixtape - Butch Walker<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you<br />You say goodnight, in my mind<br />I'm sleeping next to you<br />You drive away from my car crash of a heart<br />And I don't know<br /><a name='more'></a><br />But you gave me the best mixtape I have<br />And even all the bad songs ain't so bad<br />I just wish there was so much more than that<br />About me and you<br /><br />You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun<br />You talk to her, and you say that you feel like he's the one<br />I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I feel<br />You don't know<br /><br />Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have<br />And even all the sad songs ain't so sad<br />I only wish that there was more than that<br />About me and you<br /><br />[Bridge]<br />Oh, don't turn around and say bye again<br />Yeah it crushes my head when you call me<br />Your friend and I'm not the same person<br />From back in the day in the back of the class<br />That you thought was gay<br />No I can't find the words cause I lost them<br />The minute they fell out of my mouth<br />And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your lips<br />And just let me kiss 'em<br />And let's get messed up and listen to probably...<br /><br />The best mixtape I have<br />And even all the bad songs ain't so bad<br />I just wish there was so much more than that<br />About me and you<br />About me and you<br />About me and you<br />About me and you<br />About me and you<br />About me and you</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-88375497333239898432011-06-03T11:38:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:18:55.410-07:00Society - Eddie Vedder<a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oh it's a mystery to me.<br />We have a greed, with which we have agreed...<br />and you think you have to want more than you need...<br />until you have it all, you won't be free.<br /><br />Society, you're a crazy breed.<br />I hope you're not lonely, without me.<br /><br />When you want more than you have, you think you need...<br />and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.<br />I think I need to find a bigger place...<br />cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.<br /><br />Society, you're a crazy breed.<br />I hope you're not lonely, without me.<br />Society, crazy indeed...<br />I hope you're not lonely, without me.<br /><br />There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more,<br />but if less is more, how you keepin' score?<br />It means for every point you make, your level drops.<br />Kinda like you're startin' from the top...<br />and you can't do that.<br /><br />Society, you're a crazy breed.<br />I hope you're not lonely, without me.<br />Society, crazy indeed...<br />I hope you're not lonely, without me<br />Society, have mercy on me.<br />I hope you're not angry, if I disagree.<br />Society, crazy indeed.<br />I hope you're not lonely...<br />without me.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10734387475767353363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972548358606073471.post-11092755132992019282011-06-03T11:08:00.000-07:002011-11-13T08:51:12.091-08:00Whatever Doesn't Kill You, Makes You Stronger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There is nothing romantic about getting sick. At least that’s what I learned when I fell ill. In October, I started coughing and developed a bit of fever. I popped some Paracitamols and got a little better. The symptoms came back though and over the course of the next two months, my health got worse – not in a very obvious way, but a gradual deterioration. I started having headaches, I lost my appetite, I started getting bouts of dizziness. Of course, at the age of 20 you think the world is your oyster, and you think you can deal with anything that comes your way.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everything rebellious you do is cool and taking care of yourself is a tedious task. To be fair, I did actually go to a couple of doctors here in London and they both felt it was either muscular pain (which was making it hard for me to breathe), or it was just some minor bacterial infection. It proved to be critical in my getting ill. After 3 months of this, I went to visit my mother in Geneva, and mothers being mothers, she immediately realised that I was sick and took me to the doctor. The doctor did a few tests (Ultrasound, CT scan, Chest X ray, Blood test) and diagnosed my problem as Pneumonia. It was a bit of a blow, but I figured that it could be tackled. I started on antibiotics, but after 15 days of no improvement, my mother finally took me to the hospital. This was a time when I used to be perpetually tired and all I did was to lie in the bed – sleep, sleep and sleep. I used to have night sweats and I would shiver early in the morning. My mother would valiantly try to warm me up, but did little to help. In the hospital, they did more tests and took a sample of my sputum. By then I had become scared of what was happening to me. They admitted me and after a day of keeping me there, one of the doctors came in and told me that I had Tuberculosis, and that it’ll take a minimum of six months to cure. In that moment, I did not realise what I had gotten into.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It has been close to six months since my treatment started. I spent the first two weeks in the hospital, recovering. It was a horrid time. Life suddenly stops. Everything you have been working on takes a back seat. You can only kill time in the hospital and believe me, it’s no fun. I tried to keep myself strong then, and I think for most parts I accomplished that. Even there, I did not realise the magnitude of the problem. My family was extremely supportive in those two weeks, and I realised it then that friends and lovers might come and go, but family stays with you in your darkest hour, in your weakest moment. After 19 years of awkwardness, me and my brother finally made peace in this situation and he truly behaved like an elder brother and supported my mother when she would find it hard to be positive. My father flew down from India to be with me. I missed about three weeks of my university and although we were afraid I might have to drop a year, fortunately that didn’t happen. In the hospital I started sending long emails to my friends and caught up with a lot of old ones. I don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing – but I did fallout from a few of my “friends” and ex-crushes. I put friends in quotes because I understood then, that those who cannot be with me in my worst moment definitely do not deserve my best. After a long long time I finally got over a crush, what I thought was love.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I feel a lot better now, it doesn’t hurt when I take deep breaths – I don’t start coughing when I laugh and I am not contagious anymore. But the medicines continue, and so does the constant looming feeling that I’m still sick and I’m still recovering. I met a doctor who has been treating me from a very long time and is a TB specialist. He told me that the medicines might last for up to an year and that I’ll have some marks (or scars) on my lungs which will stay for, well, forever. And though he explained to me there and then that it won’t affect me in any way, and that I’ll turn out to be fine – I broke down as soon as he left. Somehow I always believed that this was a phase which will go away and I’ll be good, even if takes a long time. Somehow I never thought it’ll have a permanent effect on me. At 20, I didn’t want to get used to the imperfections in me. I still wanted to believe that I can do anything I want and that life is pretty much perfect. It sounds silly, but a broken heart or a fight with a friend sounds a lot less complicated than this. I don’t think I can blame anyone for the situation I’m in though. I was really really lax about my health, and I over-worked myself last few months before I was diagnosed. It’s funny how you take things for granted and don’t think about them till they’re not there anymore. After about 2 months or so, I felt very normal, and one day, I was about to miss a train, and I ran towards it, only to realise that it was too soon. I can’t run yet, my doctor told me that it will take some time to get my stamina back. In the context of life, this hopefully is still a minor setback; at least that’s what I tell myself. But it taught me a lot of things, and I truly believe whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. One has to live each moment to the maximum, not because life is too short, but because the moment that passes never comes back. I don’t think I can ‘not care’ about my health anymore. And while it really is for my best interest, I truly will miss drinking 2-3 cans of coke a day, having a lot of red bull to stay awake through the night, eating just one meal a day, or surviving on all kinds of junk. And to be honest, looking back at the 20 years I’ve lived so far, I don’t have regrets. I know that I have it in me to fight this through and hopefully emerge a stronger person.</span><br />
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