tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14683658938405948262024-03-07T11:34:28.262+05:30∞ Random Thoughts ∞Thoughts and Milestones on a journey through falling in love with life . . .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08428481968463122697noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468365893840594826.post-33818057321099677192013-11-13T17:51:00.000+05:302013-11-13T17:51:23.099+05:30One of the best ads <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A walk, a run, a mile, a race. Whatever you call it like. A journey it is, A journey of choice.<br />
A journey it is all that we make, A journey it is common to us all,<br />
A journey nothing but a travel through life.<br />
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A journey has its joys, A journey has its sprains. A moment or in whole labelled by a choice.<br />
A choice I say it is for it either can be one. It can be the either one, for it is what I choose to say.<br />
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The choice in the journey is not just a point in space, it is what defines the journey you just made.<br />
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Choices Choices Choices, Thinking of a man to choose what I can call him as.<br />
A choice to label you as. A person not to be, or an example of what not to be.<br />
But where was my lesson of what to be and be and example for others to be.<br />
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You ask me as to why you get ignored by me. But are you really worth my time.<br />
Are you really keen for change.<br />
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My lessons expect respect for you, A lesson am ready to let go for a place in hell.<br />
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Why this pain, why this say. A question many more you may seek.<br />
A question many you seek, but never stand in a place and say I caused this.<br />
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These are a few words for whom I care a rat's ass for. I have my reasons to hate him, reasons for him to just wither and die. With a disgust of to just know you, feel a burn in even a hear of a name.<br />
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You did what you did, none of which I approve of. None of which I even wanted to know.<br />
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I've head you say, sounds that make me wish never was I born.<br />
But really what is you are out to do, Are these things a human would ever do.<br />
There are men far worse, but you shame my name.<br />
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Life is a journey of choices I said . . .<br />
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Can really I make a choice for a chance. A forgiveness and a chance, but is he willing I stop to ask</div>
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A chance to take</div>
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I see the choices I chose not to take. A coward have I been - not to take a stand, a stand for people twice my height.</div>
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A chance I have to set things right.</div>
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A chance for which am I really too late.</div>
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A journey through choices, where I share a thought whether to give a chance.</div>
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A journey through choices where I can choose to set things right</div>
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For choices waiting to be made for a when where and how</div>
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One of my favourite shows of all time.<br />
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We've all loved it, we've been all told to turn it off. Then endless fights to watch it, and the few oldies who do managed to get captivated by their charm.<br />
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A simple prank, a little fight was never so simple, but in fact in itself was a load of creativity.<br />
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Hats off to the original creators of Tom & Jerry and more importantly the background score<br />
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I never thought it would be so simple, Simple ?? watch and decide it sure is a lot of fun<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Dedicated to all those who realised I did not understand hints and found it easier to tell me directly why they did not want to step out ....</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Also to the ones who didn't ...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>And last but not the least for the one I had a huge fight with and threw up tantrums as I found it stupid to travel 100's of Kilometers and not enter a temple which she had promised to go to after my exams - My MoM</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Apologies for being a jerk, but I still have not understood why does one have to miss out on life . . .</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Living problem is better than a dead solution</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">- Dr Jai Arora (via Dr. Rajashree's Whatsapp Status)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[19:45 a friday evening] happened to see a new status as I was about to take a nap, while I waited for a couple friends to wind up their work and continue catching up .. . ..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So while I had my seat pulled back, trying to switch off from the noise of the evening rush hour made worse by a celebration at a nearby mutt went back almost automatically to once again read the few words that I saw. Not to understand, but just for once complete read</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[19:50 - 20:12 the friday evening nap in my car]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was all a cloud, the train of thoughts part from the time I drifted to sleep, bits from the vague conversations in my head and the rest pieces of what sense I could make of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Btw, I am not sure of the context with which the original quote was made, but sure it was an eye-opener for me towards my total discomfort for having problems around / little issues around me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A fight/tussle/a misunderstanding/ a mistake (especially from me) was something I could not comprehend or live it. It had to be resolved. In short, I could barely sleep till the time I had "solved" the problem. On one side, the ideal side good to be a person who puts an effort at not being an a****e in life. but where was I heading, what was the experience I was leaving the people around me with. <strike>In being the perfect person</strike> In not being the imperfect person that I am - damages that were being caused.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Over the past year(s), have had one of my friends (one of those whom I meet the <strike>most</strike>) say "You are not the same, like you were 2 years back"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Many who do meet on occasions do find me the same (Except for the <strike>little</strike> extra weight)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I not had a fight with my lawyer friend in like ages, maybe not having your late night foodie buddy around for years for a "midnight idly dosa" made the difference . . .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">and last but not least my best friend the one who really almost never showed any anger (to put in other words, we'd resolve thing sin less than 30s)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But coming to it really had a question of why I used to let down some of my closest of close friends (at times). What were they missing from me .... The actual question "Why was I (why were we) not experiencing the joy of being who we are", and I mean, i we did not have a fight what was missing from my side that they did not get to express anger, if we did not have fun, which part of me were my friends missing</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The answer to my questions lie not in solutions to be perfect, have perfect friendships, have perfect relationships .... but in being who we really are.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Where can be a expression of one's self and a experience of living where you do not take the liberty to be the person who you are. And, where one cannot experience being themselves, thinking of letting others be who they are <i>really does sound far fetched</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So where does this bring me :-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Back to the statements someone made some point of time, statements at various points of time, by various people, little advices, little angry statements which really hit me at some point of time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Statements that I took personally as a reason to stop being who I am.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Statements that I took personally to be in a particular way.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Statements that I took personally to conduct myself in a particular way.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Statements that I took personally to make myself mean "There is something wrong in me"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Chill, Yes!! for starting another round of fixing myself is not what this is all about.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The statement above just brought me closer to who I am, neither perfect nor totally defunct. rather to accept the not and never will be perfect be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh! and the "Statements that I took Personally" , they were said at some point of time, where they were valid, and with a commitment for me (say like pieces of advice).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I do have a choice to stick on and hold on to them,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I also do have a choice to be informed by it, and not governed by it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And So ....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">this is something i dedicate to all the people I am in communication with <b>and</b> who are in communication with me. (if we talk, message, mail, ping, fight, remember, each other - yes this one's for you)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While taking up responsibility of my actions and its consequences (including the experiences I left you with).. its me saying Thanks, Sorry, Hi5, etc .... its a pleasure STILL KNOWING YOU :-P</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Tomorrow many of you are going to vote.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><b>ASTHA makes a request </b></span><br />
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<li>Name of the constituency </li>
<li>Polling booth name</li>
<li>Was it accessible to people with disability</li>
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If yes - pls share briefly<br />
If no - pls share how was it<br />
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If possible can u have pic ( u can use your mobile )<br />
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This information will be used to positively<br />
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<b>One more request </b><br />
Please share this appeal on your page and all your social medias<br />
Your one action will go a long way in supporting millions of people.<br />
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Thank you<br />
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Well, i guess this the <strike>most</strike> <strike>apt statement</strike> statement which I feel anybody in Karnataka can agree to today. With the voting set to kick off in a few hours.<br />
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Important:<br />
<a href="http://ceokarnataka.kar.nic.in/SearchContestingCandidate.aspx">http://ceokarnataka.kar.nic.in/SearchContestingCandidate.aspx</a><br />
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Use the link above to search and find out about your candidate. (you can find their nominations there), i went to the extent to digging up what their net worth (assets, liabilities), prior experience, education , what are they promising etc.<br />
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This blog post is in response to a good friend of mine prompting me to vote for a party since his "Uncle" was the contestant.<br />
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Today I see a newspaper article where he promises to rejuvenate the lakes in South bangalore, and asks us to go visit one such lake as a proof of his achievement.<br />
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I almost lost my temper, as I have been following the happenings of this lake<br />
<a href="http://www.puttenahallilake.in/about-pnlit">http://www.puttenahallilake.in/about-pnlit</a><br />
(I remembered this lake has been developed by donations and not government funds)<br /><br />
My friend had one reason - Everybody eats.<br />
I still haven't got a response for a few questions i posted to my dear friend .... there aren't any<br />
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So what...<br />
I have a little request from all<br />
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<li>Take time out (30 mins), get online, search about the candidates contesting from your area.</li>
<li>Make a choice</li>
<li>Leadership, Integrity, ethics.</li>
<li>Do not vote for someone if it benefits you, ask yourself - Is this person going to make a difference to my constituency, my state or my country.</li>
<li>Do vote, or go to the polling booth and record your choice not to vote.</li>
<li>Remember it is we who are responsible in electing our leaders. Do not put the blame that all the leaders are like this.</li>
<li>When my grandfather was faced with this choice he chose to stand for elections himself ( so do not say there is no capable / good leader). It is we who do not have the courage to stand for what we want.</li>
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All the best, do fulfill your duty tomorrow.</div>
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Here while I sit a week after 16/12, I realise this is the time where it all happened, or as I check the time maybe the time where it all ended. the girl full of dreams and responsibilities being torn apart, quite literally and dumped on the street.<br />
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Yes, I am referring to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_Delhi_gang_rape_case" target="_blank">Gang RAPE incident</a>.<br />
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Delhi, the farthest city which my mom travelled to quite often over the last year and a half. The city I wanted to explore a lot more. A city whose surroundings I still want to visit, photograph, and capture in my memory.<br />
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First it came across a daily news item, a headline on my phone, feeling bad as usual, not an inspiration for any action. It was a headline, which surprised me for that was almost a daily occurrence at the rape capital.<br />
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Rape Capital - a label to be ashamed of, for that's also the capital of my country.<br />
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Dear friend, <b>wait</b> and look how fast / how content / at ease we are once we put a "<i>label</i>".<br />
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Label/No-Label :::: Statistics/reality says a lot, and numbers don't lie.<br />
<br />
Open your eye, look around you, <b>lean back ! </b> now again look around you.<br />
I am keeping my eyes on Delhi, I looked around, looked back from my memories of Delhi, and what was Delhi made up of, and what's around Delhi.<br />
<br />
Down south in relatively nice and safe Bangalore. A single guy sitting writing his blog post, awaiting his 30th birthday.<br />
"<i><u>Hey I'm single, so are many of my friends (guys) my age. My classmates, friends are all either started delivering kids and have even moved on till even their third kid. Ok, the final Batsmen are finally having their wickets fall but still a gap is obvious even as I realise I do know a few single ladies... There are considerably less girls around"</u></i><br />
<i><u><br /></u></i>
For those of you who still managed to keep your eyes fixed on Delhi, let us make list of some its neighbours<br />
<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>Haryana</li>
<li>Punjab</li>
<li>Uttar Pradesh</li>
<li>Uttarakhand</li>
<li>Bihar ??</li>
</ul>
<div>
Do you know geography ?? that may be your question right now. <b>But</b> was just making a wild guess of the origin of a bulk of Delhi's migrants. Speaking of migrants I'm not referring to not ones with white collar jobs but the more visible and yet insignificant, lifeline but the significant unimportant people like the rickshaw wallas, labourers, small time labourers etc.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
PS: I did a quick look up at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_states_and_territories_ranking_by_sex_ratio" target="_blank">sex-ratios</a> (obvious thing rite)</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Now <b>Eureka!!</b> I found another root cause of the problem, the lack of girls/women ...</div>
<div>
Wait, that's half of the problem.</div>
<div>
All the 6 were really backward/poor who would have married them, poor lonely guys </div>
<div>
Oh! wait late in the night, a girl with a guy... ah haa... </div>
<div>
Oh! these politicians, only concerned about their security, is any cop left to protect the aam (mango) admi</div>
<div>
Oh! there unruly illiterate (and literate) <strike>pigs</strike> men</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>STOP !!</b></div>
<div>
I can go on and on. Finding more reasons to <strike>justify</strike> explain what happened on the fateful night and why, how to prevent. A thesis too may actually be helpful.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Ohhh!! WTF </b>(What the Fuck)</div>
<div>
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>A Kid was raped inside a store (while the shopkeeper's friends diverted the relatives of the girl who came looking for her)</li>
<li>A middle aged woman was drugged and raped in Delhi </li>
</ul>
(a gang rape, at a time when when prisoners are making one of the accused eat excreta & drink urine, forget harsh sentence, a jail ready to tear you apart is not deterring some assoles)</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
People Get it <b>THERE IS NO REAL REASON / CAUSE / EXPLANATION</b></div>
<div>
Even with the country burning with disgust, more incidents are making it to the the headlines</div>
<div>
<ul>
<li>Will anything ever change ??</li>
<li>what will deter these cowards.</li>
<li>Hopeless Situation is this, totally out of any sense of repair.</li>
</ul>
</div>
<div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Without much further ado, I'll skip to my own little 2 cents worth of thoughts</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>Women want to live, play all the roles they possibly be can be it their hobbies, career, learning, be a kid, be a friend, be a mother, be a winner, be a equal . . .</li>
<li>Its high time we (men & women) accepted this and gave the respect, and acceptance to this fact.</li>
<li>Its high time we overcame our insecurities</li>
<li>Its high time we embraced change</li>
<li>Let every girl live, be born, express her possibility fully in this world.</li>
</ul>
<br />We (including me) are responsible for every atrocity. Its my duty to stand up, You/I may be beaten by the guy in this incident. Me even loose our lives. But what life it is to live of a coward. Live a life for a second than hide for a hundred years.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
A Zero Tolerance is what we need to develop.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>You don't have to get violent / need to.</li>
<li>But Never ignore any indecent, speak out, say you disapprove</li>
<li>Its not out Govt. / Police / Law that can give us solutions</li>
<li>Its high time INDIA stood up for itself.</li>
</ul>
</div>
<div>
This girl is standing up for herself, by wanting to live, by caring for her friend even when its hard for her to live, she is voicing out to bring the guilty to justice. THAT MAKES HER A WINNER</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Wo<b>man</b>, you truly are a man. One I respect and salute.</div>
<div>
Your live may never be the same, but girl you are a winner for having come this far.</div>
<div>
We are here for you today and when in need</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
<b>There is hope</b></div>
<div>
<ul>
<li>Thank you countrymen for standing by for standing by a fellow countrymen for what was done to her by some of our own.</li>
<li>Her identity is still not been disclosed. Good work (doctors, police)</li>
<li>Thanks for offers of help (docs, politicians, public - INDIANS)</li>
</ul>
</div>
</div>
</div>
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<p>Have got to know quite a few, and had lots to learn from all.. A lesson from each, had me appreciate the new one a tad bit more.</p>
<p>Till I got talking to one, whom I assumed being a workaholic, turned out to be a committed, sensitive n adorable little one... <br>
Rare, for I had not found who had the innocent child in them alive.<br>
For I saw strength, fear, compassion, determination and a heart as clear as a child's</p>
<p>I thank you for having got me to take a moment to appreciate & acknowledge all the wonderful women who have made a difference to me.</p>
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<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27K6S6CbMk2B6a8pRcOagc5YWOyTN1hvGKQwuOToSOYkwtnbtWdNCzYT2AahQeKSoPTBHWSJq6Y9vJzmJ0bfirXVzc6myfXTN95IUPdRY62D8WDA2pMhnBDiN9syOFOx9Jt4q4pInfU2R/' /><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTR_cITuyauoCACADCvbnWt1XqpVS0Yliym8gLYh-sfarrr1aatz70S-CPHMBXGouMB-EsWUzSHAekkj2YWlKCrJNI0SG2H2PULjuGg6qbNW3OEGF4VkCk0sT-YyrGZHjRbKzF0faiOefL/' /><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBHcf8z3DQ9BENrIYM_Bt0fVsEUz79SovInNKbhWS8SqbGAQafBI46Rwj1lrgVBFgDahvYN0QwDmD9bLVERq4y5LgSzIwjf3LfcRcUJPKcr3AC2mZ_ew4WQf7MC3VbkAyawwyKx_etNPV/' /><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVIxoX32r9pD_ZaPV5jQBtgi55PKdvi3Mq-yijkpFlo5L-UXocZ8R3UHVziVz77zsRhbYL4hkNkiDHjgHqv9GqvWo2Mgto9RzOCwzeIOrk0Y6MRW4HuLK55YofNa4Gj9NeKN8w80TgLkf/' /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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<div>
Yes, 100 snaps or a hundred experiments with light, this has been the highlight of my day.<br />
Penned a Independence Day Speech, a baby step which got me as exited as parent watching their child have its first step.<br />
I day I took on something I had once failed at earlier.<br />
Met a baby, a witness to the courage of two people making a resolve to make things work.<br />
A day when I actually felt low, a day where I am ready, desperate and hurting to give up my freedom, my freedom whom many a wish they still had, this prized freedom I so wish to let go, let go so as to to belong to someone other than me and have the other be my own. To be owned I so long, for my loss of freedom is where I find my freedom.</div>
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<div>
A noble cause - may just be a first thought.<br />
But think of this, a family has just hours or minutes to make a decision and yet at the same time go through the shock and emotions<br />
Lets say a leisurely 40hrs, but we need to fit in paper work, procedures bureaucracy (police etc, who at best are as (un)informed as any of us)<br />
I have started work on this and will be sharing my actions & thoughts here.<br />
Meanwhile I request all of you to drop in your views, thoughts, ideas and of-course offers to help in the comments<br />
Stay tuned for updates ...</div>
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I compare myself and I compare myself a lot...<br />
<br />
and I even do this with something I really enjoy doing ... Photography<br />
lost I was for a while of in judging if I'm any good. All I could see was the next improvement, or where I can be better, or what are all that didn't come right and lost I got ...<br />
<br />
There's always a be a better shot, a better result abut I got to learn to take and give a little compliment for what I got right or for that little progress and for even those little failures ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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<p>We don't get to see her company blog but sure we cm see this<br>
http://simishots.blogspot.com</p>
<p>Maga lets just blog a little more often</p>
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<p>So just tonight I was returning back to Bengaluru after a funeral. I left late to miss the trafic on mysore road..</p>
<p>I wad in for a rude shock to find out my regular pit-stop Mc-D was closed. This place was a real convinient mid way bathroom (snack n drink for me) break for my older co-travellers.</p>
<p>The nxt shocker was to find d 24x7 CCD closed (KFC had a little chicken left though)</p>
<p>POINT is this, this will get much worse over time, a break after a few hours of driving is necessary (my last night sleep was 3hrs).</p>
<p>Now the rel question is this ?? Which laws apply to Barista ??<br>
Greasing d machinary ??</p>
<p>---<br>
My silent protest,<br>
Upon entering Bangalore, I gave the cops at the checkpost/point to look after my makeshift nap room<br>
Aka my car</p>
<p>With my complaint for a necessity voiced out.</p>
<p>Time to get crearive and take this on big time and get some results..</p>
<p>Stay tuned ...<br>
</p>
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Life has its ups and has its downs...<br />
Shouting out my first (major) down of the year ...<br />
<br />
A Friend thinking I am judging them ...<br />
<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>after all the crap you have told me about your self over the years (while being sober or not)</li>
</ul>
<div>
you think I am judging you and want to prove your point regarding this, the best joke that can ever be<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Anger Expressed.... time to move on with life</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<span style="color: red;">PS:</span> I am actually feeling Jealous that I'm missing ut on the fun (LoL)</div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Censored ...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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With my birthday inching closer, I just thought I'd share my wishlist for this year (& birthday)<br />
<br />
<ol style="text-align: left;">
<li><pre style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">6BNOkz9zDwyfWxX1/Uq/5f3vLXUDdeZVsTEdc7sc1cVu85zsR8BVK2HHZjKt/PAxNZfb1WgCSgEN4dUpR7TKkQ==</span></pre>
</li>
<li><pre style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">rjKJhsXqtuYHg1ogH0yBgu+4b5+3BC2YNhkyeyEIbFf2TCQgzDM9g8xI9kESLnVL+dU26Nf0CigjmKt9mrfHHw==</span></pre>
</li>
<li><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">PQ9GqMhyChj/3VHhvUmN+QTwmq0tkbhPQ3duiXZV1EnhOJr1H/XyaI/srf5ZBDvGPBh9oEikHpk1q3rwka7hqw==</span></span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><pre><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">4ufJqf98rsICZO8ZGryCtkRlgVHQ8oA6po3EJYS4yfxZTJpilbBb4oBWPcKjlG0KTuVIULP7vMRKqQVBnsNNLg==</span></pre>
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<li><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">o+i4xT4UAFBAfDj3qTNg1PzHB80dhZjAfGW4pKPfA2Txw3kZiV5efD1pfB+WaJpqbzJjzUz9obAZFsliDezQSw==</span></li>
</ol>
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</ol>
<div>
Oh! these are SHA-512 hashes of what all I wish (in base64)</div>
<div>
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<div>
Clue 1 :</div>
<div>
<a href="http://hash.online-convert.com/sha512-generator">http://hash.online-convert.com/sha512-generator</a>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
Clue 2 :</div>
<div>
If you are on my <a href="http://suklashots.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> ... you already have part of the info you need to move ahead cracking the hash</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Clue 3:</div>
<div>
Capitalisations so matter here (I've tried sticking to common grammar and maybe a smiley)</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Note : These ones which come true will be revealed.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Reason for hash, than plain encryption ... </div>
<div>
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>I can blame the cracked results on collisions... he he he, I am evil</li>
</ul>
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The first attempt<br />
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We have more in store in the coming days . . . STAY TUNED</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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I'm not that old yet, will be soon one shy of the dreaded number ...<br />
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This is not my rant (but an excuse to) for turning older but a reply to my <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14309783692099888228" target="_blank">best friend</a> about, ahem ... <a href="http://simishots.blogspot.com/2011/12/at-27.html" target="_blank">you know what</a><br />
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Just hold on, It's not so bad<br />
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I'm 29 (will be, but dear why do you have to push that number than what it really is and get me even more scared of mine). See the second line (no use da, how much ever I try to hide that kid, he just shows up). and some correction Tom & Jerry is really big big on content, logic creativity and one needs to grow up more to get the beauty of it (Rx: Watch all the shows every year to get a new perspective and if possible add <a href="http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/" target="_blank">Calvin & Hobbes</a> to your daily must reads if they aren't already there)<br />
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Reaching 30 I've realised my fear of making a wrong decision and a even greater fear of reaching 60 (which my parents have) of letting your loved one making a mistake or even letting them do. I've learnt to own up (that small detour actually wasted more fuel and time than it should have saved) and to grow younger (and showing off my ability to better than the guys from the 50's). Dear friend, be bold, be ready to fail, and win - Take charge its your turn to be the head of the family and we know you will be a better one over a period of time.<br />
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Reaching 30, I have spent my days, and there's no looking back . I see others and say "My numbers are not so great as their's", and hear them say "go the secure way" and a few say "wow" (ah! if they only knew). Its not just me, its my dreams at stake here and I need someone say "I'm with you". It's not just me any-more . Just me was fine, but being responsible & accountable to others is a lot more scary.<br />
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Reaching 30 and faced with the prospect of multiple responsibilities, we are big, we are good, we are able, lets just take what comes our way. Its time to priorities and leave behind unwanted burdens. (Dear Friend, you may not have been to an Australia or a Germany but being here you are sending (paying for) your loved ones to go see places. You are way ahead as a Human in in this world of competition)<br />
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Reaching 30, and looking at someone's profile go from Committed >> Engaged >> Married and missing them for their lack of time, the only solace I find is when their kid's call up to say "Hi, Drop by home" and I finally get to see my friends after their marriage. The Kids ever so happy to see you and give you a Hug and they are done, only to go play with their sibling (and yes and now I get to talk to my friends at the kitchen). Dear Friend, wait till you see the little ones do sweet things to see happy friends around their parents.<br />
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Reaching 30, I just say even I'm irritated by it and on top of it I have to even end up hearing planning on by when to have kids (you'll be 50 someday, make sure your kids are in college by then) ... Guys let me at-least scratch out that single status ... forget the major major scares.<br />
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Reaching 30, The Basement now houses a mini gym - yet its still hard to hit it often. A decent workout increases my appetite for some good food - in turn a responsibility to help out in the kitchen later. and am left drained out without proper Khana ... man its a mess and a small pot belly is a small compromise which is written off as a sigh of prosperity.<br />
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Reaching 30, My DSLR lives in my car, rarely gets used. My guitar faces a similar fate. I just need a buddy who can join me and share my interest in all the little things I do, My friends are who kept my hobbies going. I am badly in need of one (Dear Friend, make some time and join me - we can make new friends and join some for the fun we used to have. Yes! Coding is just one small part of life and its a new hobby of mine now.<br />
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Reaching 30, I have just thankful to have a friend like you, for bearing with me from the time I was almost 27, it's a tough time I know, but regardless of what changes or stays - its well worth a journey to make. There is Hope in you and the best thing you can ever have any anything anybody can give. and true like you said "With a good Attitude towards Life, Age is just a Number" !!!<br />
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Dedicated to my best friend,<br />
Maga u ROCK !!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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Responsibility :<br />
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<li>The state or fact of <strike>having a duty</strike> to <strike>deal with</strike> something.</li>
<li>The state or fact of being <strike>accountable</strike> or<strike> to blame for something</strike></li>
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Lets alter our perception of <b>responsibility</b><br />
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<li>First let's remove "Burden, Fault, Praise, Blame, Credit, Shame or Guilt, good or bad" all the feelings, significance and all the things which reduces our natural power/freedom when we hear this word.</li>
<li>Now want can responsibility be : "a willingness so stand as a cause in the matter", cause in the matter of anything and everything</li>
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Ok, this definitely would have made sense to a section of my friends and rest of you ... could be wither doing a Hmmm!!! or be totally lost.</div>
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Now have a look at this</div>
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<li><a href="http://theuglyindian.com/">http://theuglyindian.com/</a></li>
<li><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ugly-Indian/123459791046618?sk=info">https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ugly-Indian/123459791046618?sk=info</a></li>
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They are a real example of what I mentioned above.</div>
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Just support and join them</div>
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Least you can take back is a lesson from them to use in every area of your lives :-)</div>
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PS: please be generous in your comments, its a huge motivator to blog more :-)</div>
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This is what happened when I went to a restaurant/darshini to have breakfast<br />
Me: order what u want<br />
Cousin : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;">ಎರಡು ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಕಾಲಿ</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;">The cashier : ??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;">Cousin : </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;">ಎರಡು ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಕಾಲಿ</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;">The Cashier : ??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;">Me: Give Plain dosa</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;">(apparently my cousin had already visited this place and knew plain dosas came as a set of two with butter on top)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;">Welcome to Bangalore ...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27920977?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=ffffff&loop=1" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="533"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/27920977">Life of flowers</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/vorobyoff">VOROBYOFF PRODUCTION</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
Thanks to BabaDon for sending me this ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--google_ad_client = "pub-9091842557472775";google_ad_width = 234;google_ad_height = 60;google_ad_format = "234x60_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_ad_channel = "";google_color_border = "6699CC";google_color_bg = "003366";google_color_link = "FFFFFF";google_color_text = "AECCEB";google_color_url = "AECCEB";google_ui_features = "rc:10";//--></script><script type="text/javascript"
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More pics coming from the wedding & the party ... stay tuned<br />
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Taken down by request (not to worry , pics can still be found on FB and G+)
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