tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46418483662006213652024-02-08T02:19:28.835+05:30The M.I.L. ChroniclesM.I.L. does not stand for the obvious. It's My Interesting Life Chronicles....of course, as I see it.G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-57125556766161211002012-12-27T23:05:00.002+05:302012-12-27T23:08:36.559+05:30Ode to 2012What a year this has been! Full of change forced and forged.<br />
A year in which lives transformed, not just personally. Where women were raped and left to die with the final blow from the honest MAN.<br />
A year of the feminine awakening. Of knowing the way forward is to let go of the distorted past<br />
What a year this has been! Of knowing true friendships and photo-shopped lives. Of being able to depend on only one.<br />
A year in economical turmoil, all over the world, and knowing the real value of money. Selling wealth to survive, to understand and cherish everything intangible.<br />
Courted, canned, closed and clued, a year full of nasty surprises with positive reactions. Being re-elected, based on limited skill, just to be used and thrown.<br />
What a year this has been! With a world destined to doom, yet surviving the worst catastrophic event of all....nothing.<br />
A year that subtracted just enough to multiply. Emotions, wealth, perspective, ideology, strength and spirituality. With implicit deep rooted belief and knowledge of winning.<br />
A year of being strategically tested and tactically tempered, with little to show for it. Finding unwavering confidence in an another's life.<br />
What a year this has been! Questionable poetry, personal prose and those lives unaffected by tragedy or love. Prolific yet subdued.<br />
A year marred with the expectedly unexpected, the demonically mean, the unfairly beautiful, the tortuously gentle, the honest dissimulator, of confiscated belongings, and a lonely soul.<br />
A year with an abundance for senile memory and a champion's heart. Least coveted, but thoroughly lived with aberrations paid in kind and more.<br />
What a year 2012 has been! A year to open the most blinded eyes. A year to define a life or several.<br />
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A year to me.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-29900773442242555462012-12-09T22:18:00.000+05:302012-12-09T22:18:06.713+05:30Mission: Totally Possible!I have come to a point in my eventful life, where the time has come (again) to obtain and continue a long-term, mutually beneficial, cordial and hopefully entertaining relationship. No, Not marriage! I usually don't make the same mistake twice. I was talking about employment. It has come to pass, that economics, family dynamics, and the keeping of bare-minimal sanity, necessitates me to garner high-income employment. But finding a job in my chosen profession, in a place that struggles to feed a major chunk of its population, while staving-off epidemics of new-age diseases; is like shooting a dead rat with a 16 ton missile.<br />
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In the last 6 months I have, with some level of success, applied to approximately 500 jobs. In a desperate attempt to get work, I have applied to positions I have held in the past, I could do, have some knowledge in, have imagined myself doing, could attempt at least once in a lifetime, heard about from others; all on the premise of my functional, intellectual, physical, and spiritual caliber and my resume. Numerous positions were instantaneously dismissed, due to the lack of enthusiastic dispersal of funds. Multiple positions were refused for the sheer 'lack of enough of experience', even when I explained that I could only get experience if someone gave me the job. That explanation has not passed muster, yet.<br />
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The other, more devastating, reason for refusal has been 'over-qualification'. For those of you who have never been turned down for a reason such as this, please remember, you're bloody lucky! It is the most queerest feeling to be told that the job you have applied for, is beneath you, and to take you on for such a position of employment would squander not just your talent, but also their money! Yup, been there, done that, and it is not fun!<br />
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Thus in the light of recent life-changing events, and lack thereof, I have decided to tackle the gnawing problem of partial, substandard, employment with a straight forward approach. I shall attempt to chronicle all those details about me that prospective employers demand in their brightest and most promising employees. It is going to mean a series of posts that go far beyond the resume. This looks longer than an all-nighter, and I don't wish my current position on anyone. But as the true masters say, what doesn't kill you, will hurt like hell!<br />
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So, with the voice over of the guy from Mission: Impossible, who keeps egging Ethan Hunt on to take the damned mission, playing in my head; my goals are set. My Mission: Totally Possible! Job: Hunt: Live!G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-40978607803436669872012-10-28T22:39:00.003+05:302012-10-28T22:39:40.446+05:308 Simple RulesLife is full of shit! And then, it gets worse! <br />
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For those who haven't guessed by now, for the lack of reading, I haven't actually been having "The Time of My Life" for the past, umm, few years. Gawd! If my therapists could see me now! But through all the turmoil that I galantly wade through, or crap I get sucked into, I have learned some very important life lessons. Today, I take it upon myself to do a social service, and duely impart a very small portion of my hard gained knowledge.<br />
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1. <u>Be kind and considerate</u>, even if it kills you, and it probably will. But always remember, just because I'm kind and take your viewpoint into my consideration, it does not imply that I'm a push over or that you can walk all over me. Not anymore!<br />
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2. <u>Never miss an opportunity to laugh</u>, especially when you don't want to. I have gone from feeling like a satarical, melodramatic, suicidal ninkampoop to a premenstrual, peri-menopausal pimple faced teenager on a 7-Up binge (Oh yeah!). But the one thing that has kept me on this here planet is the ability to laugh at myself, and with other. It is the one thing that never fails to bring back the optimist. If nothing else, it is a sure way of pissing off your enemies!<br />
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3. <u>Always strive to improve yourself</u>. I am Superwoman, but I still can't do everything....at least not all at once. The one thing that always helps to keep people out of trouble is to learn a new skill set or try new experiences. Can't think of anything? Take steps to improve your own health, for he who can take care of himself, will take care of others. I am now contempleting diving, head first, into the wonderful world of hand-painting and finger print forensics, after my marathon training.<br />
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4. <u>Never judge others</u>. I have learned, often at the expense of an audience, that people, no matter who, will judge you before you open your mouth, and again, when you do, without even taking the time and energy to get to know you. We all have our stories. We should be grateful we get the opportunity to live them.<br />
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5. <u>Trust no one! But always believe in those who really matter!</u> After much deliberation and thought I have come to believe that no one in this world will live your life for you, and the decisions you make will ultimately impact you more than anyone else. But in the process of 'living your life your way' never lose tract of the people who have always stood by your side, especially those who are kind and considerate. Have faith in those few.<br />
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6. <u>Have no expectations.</u> This is perhaps the most difficult of the lessons learned. Humans are genetically pre-disposed to expecting something, no matter how small, in return for something done. We live in a world of transactions. It is one of the most liberating ideas...to give without the expectation of receiving anything in return. It is also the most difficult to practice. But please keep in mind, just because I give, doesn't mean I can't stop!<br />
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7. <u>Know those who matter</u>. Disassociate yourself from the following people: negative persons, people who don't appreciate you, people who take you for granted, persons who cannot be happy for you. If you sat and thought about all the people you know, there are many who fall into at least one of the above catagories. Think about it. At your very worst, how many people have stuck around, talked you out of annihilating entire generations of the populace? How many can you count on, even if it's just to cheer you up? And who amongst your large entourage of known people, would you stick your neck out for, time and time again, no questions asked? Those are who matter most!<br />
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8. <u>Don't give up on love</u>. I was once told that there's no such thing as love, and for the longest time had believed it. But it's just not true. Like the song goes "Love is all around", we just have to open our eyes, hearts, and minds to feel it.<br />
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G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-62026293993591979142012-10-21T21:15:00.001+05:302012-10-21T21:15:57.093+05:30Just My ImaginationIt's been a while since I last spewed my deliberate thoughts in a forum that gives me little in return than the pleasure of knowing that I find my potential, and possibly, a socially acceptable form of release for my hairy musings. But as good things go, I was recently made vividly aware, in an equally public forum, that the life I have lived so far has been...imagination. Huh? My sentiment exactly! It seems that the real life I have lived for a good number of years, with all its shards, has been, well, imagined. Oh! and my version of my imagined life is...not correct, and has to be readjusted to fit a different description. I know, I get to relive some really 'fun' moments without the 'fun' (or is it the other way round?) <br />
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What I have found utterly facinating is that in the alternate, adjusted version of my life, I happen to be the villan of my own imagination. Isn't that cool? I am the bad guy who has an uncanny talent of screwing things up, especially the lives of people I adore. Now that's a skill set I wouldn't wish on anyone. I also happen to be a myriad of negative configurations in a completely positive surrounding, thus creating a clash of worlds. Yup, I am the antithesis of Sita, the epitome of feminity, goodness and godlyness (since its the festival season). Don't say you weren't warned!<br />
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With that said, I have finally comprehended that the world we live in offers us no relief for being a good or nice person. It will ultimately make absolutely no difference to anyone as to what happens to me, unless ofcourse I am either the richest person in the world, or have formulated the cure for AIDS or completely eradicated Poverty (all of which I am currently working on). The fate of an individual is perhaps pre-determined by the cosmos, but the way we choose to walk the path probably makes the biggest difference, not to others, but ourselves. In the end the choices we make impact no one else more than us. So, in the light of this eternal knowledge I choose to be the nice person that I am, be the personification of an individual so many insist I be, be the sacrificial lamb that bleats only praises for hipocrits and blasphemers as they would want it to be, and ultimately be treated as the stars have destined.<br />
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But that's just my imagination!<br />
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G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-70304057388221776802012-09-29T21:08:00.000+05:302012-09-29T21:08:32.935+05:30Courting RulesPatience, a virtue touted by many<br />
But, according to one, I don't have any.<br />
So, using lack-lustre performing fools<br />
I have learned some courting rules.<br />
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It won't matter how true I am<br />
I'll be squished like a penniless bug by a frying pan<br />
I could argue, scream, or cry a river<br />
But its only four lives left to sever.<br />
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A process of purposedly prolonged torture<br />
For love, right, wrong, lost future or just charter?<br />
An apathy shown with such blatant conspiracy<br />
Now it hits home...Hipocrisy!<br />
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What shoulda, woulda, coulda been<br />
Is worth nothing more than the paper thin<br />
One versus four completely out of balance<br />
To stay strong is now the challenge.<br />
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Those innocent looks of love and devotion<br />
All twisted for vengeful paternal projections<br />
But the bearer not languid nor cruel<br />
Will vanquish all monsters with courting rules.<br />
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G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-30596745425019622102012-09-14T12:02:00.002+05:302012-09-14T12:02:40.314+05:30Is Love Free?A question asked in innocence and glee,<br />
Makes one think, 'Is love really free?'<br />
No price be placed or money to fling,<br />
Like J Lo said...Love don't cost a thing.<br />
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But what of those butterflies that roar, or being a dope,<br />
Or colors that appear in shades of pink and heliotrope?<br />
What of those days spent in daydream bliss,<br />
And touches, those looks, or that fleeting kiss?<br />
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What of those angonising eons in thought,<br />
Of sleepless nights, and of wandering lost?<br />
And those moments when nothing makes sense,<br />
Of ultimatums, forced sacrifices, being fenced?<br />
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So, to answer a child's question clear and true<br />
No amount of wealth will see you through.<br />
Love cost nothing in terms of money,<br />
But in lives, lived or lost, it ain't free honey.<br />
G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-5000431817163675552012-09-06T22:13:00.000+05:302012-09-06T22:14:52.366+05:30Definitely You!Another comment under an anonymous shroud<br />
Of an imbecile with a lot to be proud.<br />
Nothing shows stupid this clear<br />
As copy-paste, how original my dear!<br />
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Let's bring out the past deleted by force<br />
Implicating lives lived as coarse<br />
To take things out of context by right<br />
Or just trample and publicize by might<br />
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Support never taken, as offered none<br />
All just talk and full of air, fun.<br />
Always ahead of every curve ball<br />
Lying in wait to see me fall<br />
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Admittance of love, hate and indifference true,<br />
To change a mind that sees nothing new<br />
End in sight, its all fallen through<br />
Its not me, but definitely you!G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-804297400319571432012-08-30T12:32:00.000+05:302012-08-30T12:33:01.252+05:30Three Little Words...<br />
You're an Idiot!<br />
What an ass!<br />
I hate you!<br />
You really suck!<br />
You disappoint me.<br />
I said so!<br />
I'm comfortably numb.<br />
I love you.<br />
Nothing else matters.<br />
God, help me.<br />
You complete me.<br />
Deal with it!<br />
Let it go.<br />
What's going on?<br />
You've moved on.<br />
Never give up.<br />
Truth never lies.<br />
You are beautiful.<br />
Don't hurt anyone.<br />
Stay with me.<br />
Heard it all!<br />
Life's a bitch!<br />
I hope so.<br />
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Sorry, Thanks, Please.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-63527091210116780382012-08-19T17:22:00.001+05:302012-08-19T17:22:50.860+05:30SuccumbedEver wondered what'd be like<br />
To have every wish come true.<br />
Where every person's nice as punch<br />
And haters less than few.<br />
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Ever wondered what'd be like<br />
To live with minds and hearts opened.<br />
Where experiences teach us to be better<br />
Instead of bitterly deadened.<br />
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Ever wondered what'd be like<br />
To be surrounded by love and laughter.<br />
Where friendship means knowing the other<br />
Even in the midst of slaughter.<br />
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Ever wondered what'd be like<br />
To never be sick or poor.<br />
Where all that you need is within reach<br />
Without a price placed by the doer.<br />
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Ever wondered what'd be like<br />
To never be falsely judged or numbed.<br />
Where life would fall easily into place<br />
Even to face a solitary fate, but not succumbed.<br />
<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-21627550133848825412012-08-06T22:22:00.002+05:302012-08-07T21:57:48.131+05:30Let The Games BeginThe ball is rolled,<br />
The die thrown,<br />
The horse now out of its gate.<br />
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The summons scrolled,<br />
The outcome known,<br />
No step back...too late.<br />
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What should have been,<br />
Now sees the fall,<br />
To dust that's obsolete.<br />
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The result seen,<br />
In deficient call,<br />
Laid at mercy's feet.<br />
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The dung flung far,<br />
Has hit its mark,<br />
An obvious stink its made.<br />
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To fight a war,<br />
With a failing spark,<br />
Will use time to completely fade.<br />
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So as they said,<br />
When the lions roared,<br />
In bloodied arenas for picking.<br />
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The gladiator's not dead,<br />
Till he's been gored,<br />
Hurrah! Let the games begin.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-22075093125230488412012-07-22T20:22:00.000+05:302012-07-22T20:22:33.054+05:30You've ChangedThe flirty giggle when sweetly spoken to.<br />
The wrinkled nose, to displeasure shown<br />
The belief that all are good until proven untrue<br />
That being nice is not to be scorn.<br />
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Being open yet playfully curt<br />
Showing emotion and feeling<br />
Displays of anger and hurt<br />
Of abandoned senses reeling.<br />
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Of caring when there's no need<br />
Being supportive even through <span style="background-color: white;">despair</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Showing the true side to heed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Even when all's beyond repair.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Smiling and jesting through the remarks thrown</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Believing the strength of love will rule</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Accepting rejection with grace unknown</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Always nearly the friend, but a bigger fool. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">No, I haven't changed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Just marred with questions unanswered</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Or, you've just never seen</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Everything I have willingly offered.</span><br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-44143265182595279642012-07-14T21:33:00.003+05:302012-07-14T21:33:54.956+05:30In Real LifeYears gone in the moments to come,<br />
Yet drawn longer, forced by some.<br />
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Blamed thrice for vice of victimed virtue<br />
And boasted on by emptied value.<br />
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Questioned and accused non-stop,<br />
Laced with venomous love to top.<br />
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When one asks for what's rightfully owned<br />
A cowered stance logically shown.<br />
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Contradictions in every avenue<br />
Always ready to rake in <span style="background-color: white;">revenue.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">All at the expense of four not one</span><br />
Fought out solutions fun for some.<br />
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Every separation to cost in tears<br />
For choices made in vengeful fears.<br />
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Nothing more precious left to hold<br />
When coldly framed for taken gold.<br />
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Now to end the war of roses<br />
In real life, not in poses.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-82319542951504928842012-07-07T20:23:00.000+05:302012-07-07T20:23:31.425+05:30What?<br />
A scary thought of being thought,<br />
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Of being watched with no eyes.</div>
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Of being read, like a book bought<br />
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Of having answered silent cries.<br />
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A profound feeling of being missed</div>
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Of knowing the other's mind</div>
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Of writing in tones hissed</div>
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Of having returned in kind.<br />
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A week's work for a job done</div>
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Of greetings by many an eager face</div>
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Of being encouraged by just one</div>
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Of finding one's true place.<br />
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A cacophony of spoken word</div>
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Of knowing things to be taught.</div>
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Of being caught completely off <span style="background-color: white;">guard</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;">Of feeling euphoric for 'what?'</span></span><br />
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In a world connected in space instead.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Spoken in seeming earnest voice</span></div>
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But distorted through the mind's choice.</div>
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Of meetings from a distant past</div>
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That forge bonds built to last.</div>
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Other touched in cyber space</div>
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Even after a failed chase.</div>
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Blocked or offed, can't tell which,</div>
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A constant drone of a woman's pitch.</div>
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Now transparent in the value placed</div>
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Or just, as usual, readily replaced.</div>
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Never uttered words not meant</div>
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Even with a lifetime spent.</div>
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In brief a moment that binds forever</div>
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Yet same ones used to completely sever.</div>
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Warmth and love where felt in traces</div>
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Connect memories of beautiful faces</div>
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So every time it's said as such</div>
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Be the one to keep in touch.</div>
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I am not a fitness enthusiast, who is inclined to get up in the wee hours of the morning to go for a run in crappy weather, and come back feeling all chipper and fab. Oh wait! I did that today. Although I must admit, the enthusiasm was marred with a mean 'don't piss me off' scowl, and the chipper and fab was switched on only post the third strong coffee of the morning. But running I did go! I know, I know. Why would someone with such a fantastic figure and an amazing personality need to do something as extreme as .... exercise? Well, it wasn't for the endorphin!<br />
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I have been troubled, for a while now, by an unsightly condition that affects millions of people worldwide. It has no known cure except exercise and Photoshop. Yes, I'll admit it! I have cellulite! Up until recently I was the mistress of my body, with very little need to focus on me, internally and externally (I know, modesty truly becomes me). But since my last birthday, with little to celebrate but a number, I took a long a look at my self and realized the person in the mirror looked old and dare I say it, flabby. It wasn't just a physical reflection, but something from deep within that made this person appear, older, and well, flabbier than she actually needed to be. It was time for a total change.<br />
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I have learned in the last couple of years that not too many people are what they seem. Inside every unable, large bodied person is a smaller, fitter version just waiting to jump out. And when the inside and outside match, happiness happens. I also realized that each one of us is a victim of our own choices and nothing you do can ever change that. Therefore, I have decided to make better choices.<br />
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I am now living my life on my terms, as meager, as they may be. I will not subject myself to a life of Russian Roulette, to gamble my well being and happiness on someone else's choices for me. So, starting today, I run. Everyday. To move forward. To be the new and improved me. The cellulite free me.<br />
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Besides, it's less drastic than<span style="background-color: white;"> my technical skills playing with photoshop.</span>G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-40730867605456656652012-06-11T19:37:00.001+05:302012-06-11T19:37:54.906+05:30NostalgiaOf dwellers, escapists, clingers, <div>
Of the past,<div>
A temporary occupant, visitor,</div>
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Not built to last.</div>
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Each memory fresh as dew on snow,</div>
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Yet advanced without letting go.</div>
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Reminders plenty as corners turned,</div>
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But propelled fore, lest burned.</div>
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Of laughter, tears, and torn visage,</div>
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Each story worthy of applause.</div>
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Shared and cherished not just by one,</div>
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Melting in a solitary sun.</div>
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Every adventure piqued the senses</div>
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Of moments made, now in fences.</div>
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Appreciated, lost, often learned,</div>
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Repetition never confirmed.</div>
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Of nostalgia tis said true,</div>
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Each character is as you knew.</div>
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Nothing can now change a past,</div>
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Precocious step lay the cast,</div>
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Of future moments, yet to add</div>
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To enigmatic new fads.</div>
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Boldly venture, to each his own,</div>
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Yet forever connected, as if sown.</div>
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</div>G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-2661759551228164782012-05-28T11:34:00.001+05:302012-05-28T11:34:37.397+05:30Not A FriendA constant reflection <br />
Of who I was, am, and can be.<br />
A spirited inspiration<br />
Of need fulfilled not easily.<br />
<br />
A tearing thorn<br />
Of truth kept and lies told.<br />
A laughing clown<br />
Even as the tears roll.<br />
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A formidable strength <br />
Of endurance and tolerance.<br />
An intense inquisitor <br />
Of faith and allegiance.<br />
<br />
An incessant reminder<br />
Of possibilities unexplored.<br />
A gentle thruster<br />
To directions unknown.<br />
<br />
An encapsulation<br />
Of everything yearned.<br />
A depictation <br />
Of all that is yet to be earned.<br />
<br />
A mirror<br />
But not.<br />
A friend <br />
But not.<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-76344935222417496782012-05-03T20:26:00.000+05:302012-05-03T20:26:55.134+05:30InsaneBitch<br />
Unwanted<br />
Useless<br />
Derogatory<br />
Pessimist<br />
Wicked<br />
Conceited<br />
Sucker<br />
Gullible<br />
Whore<br />
Manic<br />
Pathetic<br />
Floosy<br />
Depressed<br />
Conniving<br />
Lost<br />
Mystical<br />
Old<br />
Battered<br />
Sarcastic<br />
Funny<br />
Pretentious<br />
Dramatic<br />
Foolhardy<br />
Melancholy<br />
Insomniac<br />
Whimsical<br />
Spontaneous<br />
Unattractive<br />
Demonic<br />
Evil<br />
Broke<br />
Crazy<br />
Liar<br />
Silent<br />
Obnoxious<br />
Ferocious<br />
Ambiguous<br />
<br />
Everything but Insane....for now!<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-57722012417620636052012-04-22T22:08:00.002+05:302012-04-22T22:08:33.163+05:30Objects in the MirrorObjects in the mirror, never,<br />
Appear as they seem.<br />
Demented and twisted words<br />
Believed only by the keen.<br />
Faith for the wicked, trusted by the cruel,<br />
Thought they had me covered,<br />
But they're over by the mule.<br />
Every action forward,<br />
Is hindered by the few,<br />
As if in reward<br />
To lay the body strewn.<br />
Conviction and belief in self<br />
Now runs deeper than blood,<br />
Change is the only constant,<br />
Even when covered in mud.<br />
Two steps forward, three steps back,<br />
Will never propel to where it's at.<br />
The distance covered from here to there<br />
Will transform lives just like that.<br />
For better or for worse,<br />
Chanced in cake.<br />
Tolerance vanquished by curse.<br />
To know what's what, and really fake.<br />
Measured words for precise action<br />
Will lay the stage to judge.<br />
To tweak their lives with satisfaction<br />
When nothing has been fudged.<br />
Destiny is for the making<br />
To leaps and bounds ahead.<br />
There is no more looking back<br />
Or else, I might as well be dead.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-28844090645283129382012-04-16T21:20:00.003+05:302012-04-16T21:20:46.418+05:30Donkey on my back!I trudge through life,<br />
Fumbling, tripping, weighed down,<br />
Unsure of where to take the next step,<br />
With a donkey on my back.<br />
<br />
A conscious decision, taken years ago,<br />
To bite me in my ass.<br />
Running away would be far too easy,<br />
But for the donkey on my back.<br />
<br />
Look at the bright side<br />
I'm always a step ahead, and<br />
Covered from the rain, but get to see no sunshine<br />
With the donkey on my back.<br />
<br />
Tried prying, shaking, rolling on the ground,<br />
But made me just the same.<br />
And changing constantly, drives me insane<br />
Because of the donkey on my back.<br />
<br />
Need to shed this extra weight,<br />
But no diet does the trick.<br />
Now brain-aerobics will make it stick<br />
For the donkey on my back.<br />
<br />
So into the Queen of Hearts I turn<br />
Yet slow to command, 'Off with its head!'<br />
Either its me,<br />
Or the donkey on my back.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-21264717611139075042012-04-06T16:57:00.000+05:302012-04-06T16:57:00.298+05:30Fairy Tale<br />
There was once a girl who'd been places,<br />
She'd grown up living like a princess.<br />
When it came to being queen<br />
She chose a creep,<br />
Who said the right things, but didn't mean it.<br />
<br />
Halfway across the world, in solitude and work<br />
She did as it was demanded.<br />
Cinderella had it easy,<br />
Prince Charming was a sweetie.<br />
She wondered if her dream had forgotten to get started.<br />
<br />
Abused and battered, yet conformed and swell<br />
Vacations and children kept her going.<br />
After more than a decade<br />
And nothing to show for it,<br />
Probably as the torture kept growing.<br />
<br />
Slapped in the face, attacked at will,<br />
Broken pieces all over.<br />
Yet she stood her ground<br />
For her daughters not her spouse.<br />
And will get through, before he's sober.<br />
<br />
The Evil Bitch, as she is now called<br />
Has come out of hiding to play.<br />
Ruby Slippers turned five inch black heels<br />
Will take her home to life.<br />
But not before she rides her chariots,<br />
And all her dragons she slays.<br />
<br />
(To be read as a limerick)<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-19425545894835065292012-03-31T21:33:00.000+05:302012-03-31T21:33:17.140+05:30A Fool For All ReasonsIdiots of March are past and gone,<br />
And the frolic of fools is upon,<br />
Breezes of change set in motion<br />
With undeceived eyes now open.<br />
<br />
The inconsolable laughter still reels<br />
In distant memory as it seals.<br />
Where less than three is always one,<br />
Yet belonging, questioned in fun.<br />
<br />
Reason loses this battle within,<br />
Yet in is not out, the world is seen.<br />
The mischievous, the cad,<br />
The broken ballerina, completely mad.<br />
<br />
Now watch and learn strength endure<br />
Pursued progress will secure.<br />
Of what is shown, false or true<br />
Will win the bet to accrue.<br />
<br />
Boisterous and witty and charming and gay,<br />
Even before the Morons of May.<br />
Devoured in pain through every season,<br />
But no more a fool for all reasons.G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-66382436421036940562012-03-25T22:42:00.000+05:302012-03-25T22:52:22.893+05:30IndifferenceStabbed once too many times,<br />
The heart no longer holds love's chime.<br />
The soul witness to blatant betrayal<br />
Understands, what the malicious mind had denied.<br />
<br />
No more love, hate, or spite,<br />
Or even wondering what might.<br />
Ridicule, humiliation, ego thwart<br />
The chance to move forward than behind.<br />
<br />
Let go long ago, to be bound right here,<br />
Every step ahead stained with mist sheer.<br />
Pain numbed with defeated emotions,<br />
An epitome of nothing held dear.<br />
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Deemed evil, whore, a doer of wrong,<br />
Deeds, not words, that make strong.<br />
Lips parted in sounds of silence<br />
To stand up against the upsurge of violence.<br />
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Determined a path of cruelty none,<br />
The sum of all lost, is still one.<br />
Truth in every proposed path of existence,<br />
Nothing left to feel, but complete indifference.G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-6135356675362123402012-03-12T22:28:00.001+05:302012-03-12T22:28:42.165+05:30SilenceNothing more powerful than the words in my mind.<br />
Their soft kisses on my lips just to be kind.<br />
Their long winding path from the brain to the mouth<br />
But the tracks broken, they head to the heart.<br />
And Silence.<br />
<br />
Jumbled, incoherent, seemingly meaningless now,<br />
What was once spoken in truth and emotion<br />
Just lies there in devotion.<br />
Seeing with the heart, understanding with ears<br />
But Silence.<br />
<br />
Dented life's curve with tears now numb<br />
Straightened life's course to the impossibly hard.<br />
Need out trumps promises discard<br />
To the triumph of revenge, life goes on.<br />
So Silence.<br />
<br />
Patience and faith are all that remain<br />
Not knowing my place, just a part of the game.<br />
Hit and hurt, screams endure<br />
Bruised egos to suffer till time turns dear.<br />
Yet Silence.<br />
<br />
Moving ahead, so easy to do<br />
Yet stuck in a box with no lock to undo.<br />
If truth be the answer, for all else failed<br />
Nothing else matters but me to be blamed.<br />
Now Silence.<br />
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<br />G S Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06137584428647910483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641848366200621365.post-53037655844874004382012-03-11T22:30:00.001+05:302012-03-11T22:30:07.608+05:30DiseasedI was diagnosed yesterday with a relapse of something I've had in my youth, but somehow it seems to have mutated into a far deadlier form. The doctor, who diagnosed me, was rather curt in bearing the tidings ( probably a double masters or PhD with a core competency in engineering). I, on the other hand, took the news rather well, considering. Yes, my foreseeable life, as I know it, has shortened, but has not ended...yet.<br />
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Since the abrupt news, I have been contemplating several things about my life. Could I have prevented this the second time? Could I have lead a more conformed life? Why me? You know, the usual round of denial, anger, ignorance, and so on, till I finally arrived at the last stage, of acceptance. I have a mutated disease that I, and medical science, can no longer do anything about. It isn't a rare condition, just one that most who have it, do not, will not, talk about. Physically I'm pretty much the same, a hot size 4 with buns of steel and fists to match. I don't feel any different than I did yesterday or the day before, except maybe the heightened sense of clobbering someone over the head with a 'stop being a mean bastard' stick, and the occasional well timed gag reflex. Psychologically, however, I've been going through a myriad of emotions that I, as usual, chalked up to 'that time of the month or year or life', but have come to the devastating conclusion, it ain't so!<br />
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So, as any 'I'm not a doctor, but I can find out exactly what I've got' kinda person, I researched my condition. The symptoms listed are an exact reflection of what I'm going through, and they are as follows:<br />
1. Wearing your heart on your sleeve is no longer viable.<br />
2. Sudden unprecedented bouts of intolerance to the lowest forms of human beings.<br />
3. Heightened intolerance to abuse, abusers, users, maltreaters, and other such types.<br />
4. Decreased decibel clearance with even lower verbal output.<br />
5. Excessive use of silence, not as a weapon, but for self-control.<br />
6. Precise and exponential use of claimed logic against the user<br />
7. Severe allergic reactions to sheer dumbassed, sociopaths with psychotic abusive tendencies stemming from lineage, and severe mix of ethanol infused logic. Could result in anaphylactic shock of said allergent. <br />
8. Possible hot flashes.<br />
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Damn! the last one completely threw me off. I thought that wasn't supposed to happen for another few years. Now, I know I am suffering from the 'say it like it is' disease, addled with the deathly form of extreme sarcastic bitchy-ness. Is there nothing right in this world?<br />
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No! So deal with it! I am.<br />
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