tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011489773908944982024-03-13T22:08:21.745+05:30Writer's BlockIts just the wierd ideas and stories that creep into my mind. Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-23692614250767520802018-07-11T11:56:00.000+05:302018-07-11T12:15:07.139+05:30LET IT RAIN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What do you call that feeling when you are about to leave your house for an important work and it starts raining heavily. Say it . Irritating right ? All again you undress into homely wear and keep the assorted things you planned to take with you in their right places and all you can do is wait... Wait till it's dry again.<br />
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Same happens with me... With a feeling that I have been born with a cursed luck , I curse myself for planning for the job wrongly when literally it's just the nature to be blamed. I look through the windows to estimate the intensity of the rain and possibility of my going out and then finally lying back in despair. The work has to be postponed and it's a tough job to reschedule as other things get affected to.. and what if it rains again the next day..<br />
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It feels me with irritation and I start wishing that why it never rains when I had nothing to do.. It rains only when I have some work.<br />
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But then I feel how often do I watch the rains even when I was in home. So today I thought there was nothing better to do right at this moment. The streets filled with water , the trees looked greener, the sky changed it's vibrance. The small kids returning from their schools had no irritation like me.. They stamped on the water playfully , fully drenched and without caring about their wet bags and books busy kick spraying water on their fellowmates. They should be pissed off after so long hours of school but shockingly they were not. Then why is it me nagging without even being wet by a single drop. Why didn't I feel the same like those kids. What has changed me ?<br />
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I asked these questions to myself and seeked for answers. I see many people enjoying rain special dishes and pakoras.. I see them making plans even in this weather. I see people getting romantic , I see people getting nostalgic.<br />
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I have gone through all of this in the past , still today why did I feel irritated ? I asked myself and seeked an answer. What has changed me ?<br />
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It was raining cats and dogs... I opened the windows to hear that amazing sound of rains thrashing the streets. I said to myself those amazing three words.. LET IT RAIN..</div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-33700835802714805742017-07-03T10:16:00.002+05:302017-07-03T10:41:47.152+05:30GOOD BYES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I really have mixed feelings when I hear the word <b>good bye </b>. It has an optimistic side that we might meet again in some way or the other . Maybe it will be planned or maybe just like that at some place at some phase of life . Normally it brings a smile while parting apart relishing the memories of the time spent together hoping to relive that back soon.<br />
Sometimes an inert hole gulps the mind not knowing about the possibilities.<br />
If you ask me I have a certain negative lookout when I hear the word good bye. I hold on to the bitter part of it. Parting apart from the ones who brought happiness always makes me uncomfortable. The fear of losing or last chance to say the things that you could never say.<br />
Sometimes we plan so much. We <b>memorize</b> every thing we want to say , we plan things we want to do. But can we carry them out always as we planned ? There are so many uncertainties in life and I hate that the most. The <b>haphazard</b> thoughts come into mind about the uncertainties and the possibility of the situation that we might not meet again.<br />
GOOD BYE is not for me. It throws me into an utter darkness. That is the reason , I , quite unconsciously never use that word. The ones I love , I love them for my life.<br />
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I know sometimes holding on can bring you pain and that's the reason that GOOD BYES are quite necessary.<br />
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Just never forget to tell the person that how much you care and love that person. Tell that we will meet again for sure. <br />
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NOTE : Its a final tribute to 3 word wednesday. Will miss you a lot . Just have the hope for your comeback. As I said good byes are never easy for me.</div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-33612369531161008512016-06-04T21:58:00.000+05:302016-06-04T21:58:30.904+05:30Because its my Birthday Month : CHAPTER 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My Childhood Real life Hero : That would be my father. He was the one I would search for when I was in trouble. Be it the primary school days when I would cry and wait for the session to be over or be it being a savior from my angry mom. My all wishes were fulfilled by him and I would be his prince riding in the front space of his scooter feeling the safest person on Earth. He would take me all places , give me most of whatever I want. I was pampered by him so much and I could not even think a day without him.<div>
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Till I went to the college , he was the one taking me to all the tuition and all other places in his scooter. Some of my batch-mates would make fun of me for being still dependent on him and some would envy me. I knew that I could go without him but I cherished his presence and super protective treatment. I was somewhat dependent on him and I liked that feeling. </div>
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All his life he had sacrificed a lot and given a lot to the family. Now he is 60 up and would retire this month. With time a lot of things have changed. He is not as strong as before. He asks me before taking decisions , relies on me and most of the times I carry out some simple tasks for him. Now that he depends on me a lot , I feel sometimes he is my child. I scold him on few occasions which he obeys like a small child . He would express happiness when I gift him something in the same way I used to in my childhood when he brought something for me. </div>
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I miss that strong shoulder on which I would rest my head and leave every problem for him to sort out. I miss his strong decisions sometimes. But when I see him proud of me and I see that broad proud smile in his face when he introduces me to someone I feel may be I am not that efficient as he thinks but still for him maybe I am his hero now. Everyone needs a hero. He was and is my hero. Maybe I am his hero too.</div>
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-26634639514265534352016-06-02T17:51:00.000+05:302016-06-03T00:22:39.269+05:30Because its my Birthday Month : CHAPTER 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><u>My biggest fear in my childhood :</u></b> Well that would be <i><b>Lizard</b></i>. I still get afraid when I see that mini crocodile and I am miles away.<br />
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I was afraid of<i><b> my mom</b></i> too. She would beat me black and blue even before I realized I did something wrong. </div>
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Its difficult to tell what I dreaded most --- My mom or the lizard. Although now I scold my mom often and love has superimposed the fear completely.<br />
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I used to fear the stage also. I liked to act and wished to perform but I had a <i><b>stage fear.</b></i> So I avoided participating in any of the shows because I lacked confidence. I did not have faith on my memory and thought I would forget lines of whatever I do.</div>
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I had to face that fear once when it was made compulsory to deliver The Pledge in the assembly hall of my school after the morning prayers. It would be on rotational basis and each student a day would be given that responsibility. </div>
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It was an embarrassing day for me when my chance came and I had screwed the whole thing up by forgetting almost every line of the pledge and the teachers from the backstage kept on quoting till the end. I was almost mentally tortured few weeks by some of the teachers and most of the students. I became popular actually by the name " The boy that forgot on stage ...". </div>
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But then it did not affect me much. I had faced what I had to. I practiced in front of mirror and started participating in class room singing sessions and even small debates and quizzes. Later on in my college life I had been in to drama and also solo stage shows. </div>
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I knew that at the most the bad that happens to you is embarrassment but nobody cared to remember the people who did it right. So nothing you are going to lose.</div>
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-10673681265428670012016-06-01T15:57:00.004+05:302016-06-02T14:11:17.297+05:30Roy's Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Roy , a little <b>kook</b> in nature , would often dream of a house in a semi dense jungle . It would be placed on a big giant wheel. Roy in his dream would go near the wheel and out of curiosity would turn it little and the door of the house would creak open. He would enter the house , dark as hell and the door would get shut. He would wake up in a <b>maniacal</b> way gasping for breath.<br />
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Finally one day he recalled that long ago once he had locked up his classmate in the chemistry laboratory by turning the door knob and then with a key. He did that because he envied his classmate for excelling in chemistry.<br />
The attempt was not <b>lethal</b> but certainly Roy had killed his confidence.<br />
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This post is linked to <a href="https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/3-june-2016/" target="_blank">Friday Fictioneers</a> and <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2016/06/3ww-week-no-482.html" target="_blank">Three Word Wednesday</a><br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-26674349548261878222016-06-01T15:31:00.000+05:302016-06-03T00:49:04.892+05:30Sea Side<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sitting by the rocks , I would only think about the energy the waves show by crashing onto the rocks , moving away broken apart and then getting reunited and acclaiming a force again to come to the shore with the almost equal strength. And this goes on. It keeps roaring and crashing but it never stops.<br />
Then why do we people , the part of the same nature give up on life ? Why can't we fight back with the same strength till we live ? Why do we die long before our souls actually leave our body.<br />
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Sometimes we just have to let things go.<br />
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There is a saying that the sea never takes away anything. It gives back whatever it takes. <br />
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I am still waiting......<br />
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Metro railway certainly has made the travelling fast but each station has its own stories. The gate opens, the electronic lady voice declares the name of the station , the writing of the name in the station itself in very old familiar font playbacks the memories of each one. I don't know how many people have ever thought of this or are connected with almost all stations in some way or the other. Certainly few are such which have a lot of memories bonded with the name itself.<br />
On one such rainy day , I had been travelling in the metro almost late evening. I had to go for a training and stay in the north Kolkata for 2 days. The known facts about the metros and its repetitions make me more and more confident about this conveyance. For example people rushing out of the metro as soon as the gate opens and running towards the outward gate without even knowing actually why they are saving few minutes of their life when they actually don't know where they will end up. The people rushing in without even caring for the probability of lesser than 10 percent chance to sit and that too when they know they will arrive in the next 15 minutes. More to that they rush in without even caring for the people to get down at the first place as if each and every person is important only to themselves.<br />
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On that heavy rainy day people entering in their wet clothes and shoes easily told me how much it was raining , outside every station. It was not the same everywhere, so I wished it does not rain so much at my destination. Having said that , I also felt that the same wish had been done by so many people inside the metro , already drenched waiting to be drenched more. Its a difficult task for the almighty sometime. Its not that I don't like rain but I feel it rains only when I am not prepared to enjoy it. Or maybe I am one of those who is unknowingly running , not ready to stop and feel. I don't know. Nobody told me that.<br />
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With the opening of the gate at every station and by reading the name I could sense silence inside me despite the busy vehicle and the people making fuss about that stupid rain although some <b>joyous</b> couples seemed to enjoy preety much. Why did my brain had to be so smart to play the slideshows of the memories automatically ?<br />
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Many <b>happy go lucky</b> people play games in the mobile phones and tablets and many shut off the noises with their headphones on but my favourite activity is to watch people and guess about their life. Kind of cheap maybe but yeah its true. I like observing and reading people. But that day I was more busy reading myself.<br />
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As the stations were crossing by and I was near to my destination I could feel my heart beat then. The greatest memories were connected to my destination. I was a frequent visitor of that station once upon a time and after so many months I was visiting it once again but the purpose was different now. I would not have chose to come if I had some choice. Its not that I did not like it anymore , but the memories make me numb , I can feel my pulse yet an inertness acts in me.<br />
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I reached finally. It was raining heavily outside. I was standing at the main gate , waiting for it to slow down a bit. I din't expect it to stop. My eyes were busy looking for the bus that goes to my training centre but it would not be honest if I tell that I did not look around in the footpaths or the close by shops to search someone who was the reason for all those memories. A part of me wanted to get a bus as soon as possible and another part wanted to step outside , stand in the forceful gust of wind and rain and get drenched with a hope that it washes away the pain in the memories , it pacifies my heartbeat and it removes my inertness. A glimpse of the ' reason of all this ' would not cause any turbulence in me - that is all what I could wish.<br />
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The bus came and I was walking fast towards it. Just near the footsteps I felt that across the street I saw an umbrella and a familiar image of someone walking fast down the street. Just a glimpse , not very sure but strong enough to make me halt. The conductor waved his hand fast and wanted me to get in quickly. <b>Ignorant</b> of my life and busy in his own world I felt he did not have time for me to wait much. I could not see any more of what had stopped me. The umbrella just vanished in the rainy streets and running people. I got in the bus and conductor welcomed me with his irritated look as I have wasted his few seconds deciding to board the bus or not.<br />
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This post is linked to <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2016/05/3ww-week-no-481.html?m=1" target="_blank">3 Word wednesday</a><br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-85731491298135246422016-02-09T13:16:00.000+05:302016-02-09T15:36:06.112+05:30Endless Tunnel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I often dream of being isolated on a lonely beach <u><b><i>tearfully</i></b></u> waiting for someone to take me home. I often feel I am stuck inside a dark tunnel waiting to see the light on the other end as I am running hard with <b><i><u>unsteady</u></i></b> feet to find the end of this journey.<br />
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I often feel that such a life is cursed when you have to work for the family without being able to see them or be with them.<br />
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Life is quite <b><i><u>abrasive</u></i></b>.<br />
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To live a luxurious life we sacrifice so much. To achieve our dreams sometimes we lose our peace and choose to be in isolation and then<b> longing</b> to be coming back to life.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-35847240368181470932015-09-10T00:17:00.000+05:302015-09-10T00:47:49.722+05:30Never Again...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That day after the snacks when I returned my hostel room I found lot of shouting and chaos in the <b>glimmering</b> lights of the corridor. What I understood reminded me of the <b>quote by Mark Twain , <span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #222222; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;">“I</span></b></span><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: start;"><b> have been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened" . </b></span></span></div>
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-65059926760534004852015-09-06T20:57:00.002+05:302015-09-06T21:00:18.689+05:30Heaven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I dream about you<br />
But you are so far<br />
I get a blurry view<br />
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I want you back in my life<br />
May be I did not give you time I should have<br />
But you went so far away ,<br />
I could hardly realize.<br />
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Now when I know its too late<br />
Granny I can only wait<br />
Till I reach there in front of that lovely gate<br />
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The place is beautiful so were you<br />
You would surely smile at me <br />
Its my belief when I meet you.<br />
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Love you dadu( grandfather). I know this place can be only heaven and you are equally beautiful.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-26516189855629633852015-09-06T20:28:00.004+05:302015-09-06T20:28:37.576+05:30My Ideal Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This post is dedicated to <a href="http://www.braveloveblog.com/2015/09/blog-tember-day-2-ideal-day.html" target="_blank">BLOG-TEMBER DAY 2 # YOUR IDEAL DAY</a><br />
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My ideal day is always very simple and nothing much to say. As I have already described myself as a lazy person before I would stick to the fact. Here is how my schedule goes if I have nothing to do and no jobs are waiting for me to be done :-<br />
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<b>I wake up late.</b> That is how I like it. Sometimes 10 am also seems to be early for me. This also has a reason because <b>I go to sleep late</b>. I play games on my mobile or laptop or watch a movie. Sometimes I may even chat to someone I find interesting. The fact is I don't like to sleep early because the silence of the night gives me my own space and thats the ideal time for me to do whatever I like.<br />
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After that sometimes I would skip breakfast. If not , then would have a <b>sandwitch accompanied with tea (it is must). Tea </b>gives me back the restored power in me.<br />
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I would spend the day <b>Blogging or writing some story</b> . I may also waste my time <b>playing games on the computer and mobile. </b>( See I told you my ideal day is actually very boring. It is interesting when I have something to do )<br />
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I am normally a<b> Planner</b> to any event or tour but someone has to initiate it. I don't feel the urge to initiate. Once the plan is on the list I would make all the arrangements to make it successful and enjoyable.<br />
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So if there are any tour plans I get in.<br />
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<b>I eat and love to cook</b> so if there is any new experiment to be done with cooking I am in. I only have to be less obsessed with the blogging and gaming thing at that time.<br />
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<b>In the evening</b> if I am not going somewhere I would again dedicate my time to gaming and blogging. If the hangout plan is with friends then <b>beer is on the table for sure</b> and it would be a mad mad night.<br />
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<b>If the outing</b> is for shopping then I would be looking forward to finish it quickly and head back home.<br />
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<b>In the night</b> I would again try to sleep late after dinner . And that's the silence which I enjoy the most - the ideal time I dedicate to myself.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-89515201759198177402015-09-06T19:48:00.001+05:302015-09-06T19:59:34.397+05:30My Style Statement - Being Comfortable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have never been much of a fashionable person. I had wore whatever I was comfortable in. I still now believe in <b><u>being comfortable</u></b>. What works out for me is a <b>pair of jeans</b> which I am totally comfortable in and wear most of the times.<br />
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I like<b> T-shirts</b> more but I know that I look cooler in <b>Shirts</b>. I look good in bright and light coloured Tshirts although I love <b>Black</b> and Black is my favourite colour among the dresses. If someone is wearing black it attracts me first than any other colour does. Although my mom is not very happy about it as <b>she loves yellow</b> and wants me to wear yellow. I do wear that and I look good too but still I am kind of in love with Black<br />
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<b>In India , during the festivals</b> ( we call the Puja) we have our traditional dresses like the <b>Punjabi Kurtas</b>. I love wearing them but only on that special day when I find many other guys. Lately I had also wore the <b>Punjabi fusioned with the jeans</b> which had become a trend nowadays.<br />
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I am not much into fashion and don't have a real sense of that too. I wear what I feel like so I can't write any more on that. You can well understand how weak I am in this field. I believe conversations can ignite a spark but fashion is just a cover to hide the inner-self. I am more interested to know the inner-self.<br />
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P.S : I had started late for this challenge. Although I would try to post as the links are open. But my posts may not be in order. Excuse me for that .. Have a great day.</div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-53982551666678536082015-09-06T19:08:00.001+05:302015-09-06T19:08:41.967+05:30Here I Am !!.. This is Me .!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well , this post is dedicated to <a href="http://www.braveloveblog.com/2015/09/blog-tember-day-1-meet-bailey-jean.html" target="_blank">BLOG-TEMBER DAY 1 # INTRODUCE YOURSELF</a><br />
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I was in a sort of Dilemma whether to participate or not . Reasons being I had to commit for the month and also I have been signing many more challenges which had already tightened my schedule. Anyways I have been open to friendship and knowing people and had waited for this moment to meet and know new people in blogging . So I could not let this opportunity go.<br />
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Here's my Intro which I would keep it short .<br />
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<b><u>By profession</u></b> , I am a marine engineer which I don't like to boast about . In fact it irritates me to think that I am. I have been passionate for something else and wanted to do so many things but ended up here. Maybe because I thought it was right at that moment of career selection. There are many reasons to the decision which I can't justify myself. I have also written about it in another post of mine - <a href="http://abhishekwrites.blogspot.in/2015/09/art-of-living.html" target="_blank">Art Of Living</a>.</div>
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<b><u>By passion</u> , </b>I am an aspiring actor/ director. I had done stage shows , been into mimicry , directed plays and even faced the camera acting for small roles. But never could shine the way I had wanted.<br />
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<b><u>By Hobby</u></b> , I am a writer / blogger / story teller / script writer and I have done that a lot. Even doing it now.<br />
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<b><u>By Public Demand</u></b> , I have sometimes shown interest in astrology and palmistry. Although I am not an expert in it but I have managed to read some books about it and learn few things over the net.<br />
p.s: I don't make up stories. I tell what I know. So when somebody asks me if she will pass the exam or not? I say "study for that ".<br />
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I also have interests in <b>cooking</b> and I love <b>food</b>. I am not very health conscious. I know what is not good for my body and what I should do like exercise or diet. But I keep those aside when it comes to good food and sleep. I love sleeping only my addiction to computers or mobile is more so sometimes I sleep less in fact much less.<br />
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I make new friends and like making them. I have a very short list of best buddies though. I guess that's applicable for many. Nobody can make 100 best friends. Any ways I am a person of commitment. I flirt but that has limitations and I am <b>emotional</b> and <b>soft-hearted</b>. I care about people and am kind at heart. I also like to be punctual and reach in time or do a thing if I have given a word to it. I stick to what I say if the situations stay the same.<br />
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But as you know with the positives comes the cons.<br />
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<b><u>Few negatives</u></b> that I have<br />
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<u><b>#short temper</b>.</u><br />
Though I don't throw things and hit people but I can be rude and rough at times. It happens with the people I love. I feel I have a right on them because I care for them. If someone can feel the extreme love from me he may also see bits and pieces of my anger.<br />
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<b><u>#Lazyness</u></b><br />
I am a damn lazy person. I have a n allergy to exercise. Maybe one of the reason for not liking my job where you work like an ass and eat like a bird and fitness is the only mantra.<br />
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<b><u>#Mood Swings</u></b><br />
Yeah , I have mood swings and I am moody. I do when I want to do and if the time is gone , maybe I won't feel the same way after.<br />
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So that is a small intro about me. There are a lot more pages to that . But you have to befriend me first to know more...<br />
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See you and keep visiting.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-36437051928196457172015-09-06T15:43:00.001+05:302015-09-06T15:48:15.192+05:30Teacher's Day special<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Although I got a separate blogspace to write about my college life - <a href="http://the-locked-trunk.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">PARAMETERS</a> ,<br />
where I have been writing the episodes involving my college friends who came in my life and the changed me completely. <br />
<a name='more'></a>These constantly changing parameters that gives you lessons sometimes good and sometimes bad helped me learn a lot.<br />
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A teacher teaches but a person can learn only from what the life reveals in front of him. The situations , the ambience acts as a teacher itself.<br />
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There has been many great teachers in my life who had tought me and I dedicate and thank them from my heart. But the greatest amongst them is LIFE itself.<br />
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<i>Try to learn something about Everything , and everything about something...... </i><br />
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<i>A quote by Thomas Huxley</i><br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-37565018338240570292015-09-03T23:19:00.000+05:302015-09-06T14:55:34.611+05:30Art of living<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Several times I have asked myself , "Do I have anything in me ? Any Art that would amaze everyone ?"<br />
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I used to do paintings when I was a kid ( have many certificates of merit) , learnt cricket for few years ,loved to act.<br />
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I used to sing and dance ( most of the times when I was alone ). I have a passion for drama (did a few stage shows). I used to love stories. I still do and also to write a few.<br />
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I love to mimic , I love to cook . I <b>HOPE</b> I have an art of so many things.<br />
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But I chose a profession where there is no space for my ART. Working with the heavy machineries only earn me money but do not give me peace. Yet I follow my brain.<br />
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I ask myself again , " "Do I have anything in me ? Any Art that would amaze everyone ?"<br />
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All I hear is - silence........<br />
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This post is linked to<br />
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<a href="http://www.theme-thursday.com/2015/09/theme-thursday-for-september-3-2015-art.html" target="_blank">Theme Thursday</a><br />
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<a href="http://writetribe.com/a-challenging-september/" target="_blank">100wordsonSaturday - #writing my heart out</a><br />
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<a href="https://aprompteachday.wordpress.com/2015/09/05/prompt-81-hope-and-a-change/" target="_blank">A week for writing #HOPE</a></div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-21169334421440544332015-09-03T19:47:00.000+05:302015-09-06T14:55:19.887+05:30A breakfast to remember<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Rivalry in the office had brought in problems of ego and hatred between the two best friends who were childhood buddies and had done everything together since their childhood , same school same college even joined the same company .<br />
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They decided to erase all harsh feelings and thereby agreed to make a new start by having a breakfast at their old memorable childhood spot , the rooftop dhaba.<br />
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They had a lovely time together , they shook hands gave hugs , had their favourite sandwitches and cakes and glass of juice over the breakfast.<br />
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They bid goodbye and promised to be friends and not to have any ego against each other.<br />
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Few days later the CEO of their company informed one of them , " I am sorry , I know its harsh for you to hear that we lost your friend and the well deserving employee due to some food poisoning but I had called you to handover the responsibilities of our Australian Project and this letter of promotion ."<br />
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This post is linked to<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-80757413259825864982015-09-02T22:42:00.000+05:302015-09-03T21:49:47.227+05:30Honoured I am !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The house would look so old from outside yet it was beautiful. It was one of the most ancient house in the colony. Some say that after the lady died , her husband did not leave that house to move to somewhere else. He loved his wife more than anyone could. Not only he but also their only son. The lady was a painter , a great artist and known for her <strong><u>kindness</u></strong>.<br />
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The small boy had always looked to her private teacher Gracy as his motherly figure. She was kind , <strong><em>amusing </em></strong>and affectionate. She has been teaching this small boy since a long time and more than a teacher she would adore him. During studies she would go beyond her patience like an <em><strong>elastic</strong></em> string as she knew <strong><em>deeply</em></strong> about the motherless boy. She was also fond of the paintings in their house. All had so much of innocence in them. She wished she could meet his mother for once because she started admiring her more and more. She would ask the small boy about a painting on the corner of the bedroom wall. A painting of an elegant lady with flowers. The boy once told her that this was the last painting of his mom which never went into exhibition. This was the last memory of her. <br />
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Years after year she had tought him and one fine day she told the boy who had grown up and would be going in the high school that she can not take any more classes. She was suffering from a terrible illness and could not travel much and also needed rest.<br />
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The boy din't utter a word , tears rolled down because he had learnt he could not hold anything for eternity. A few days after he gifted something to the teacher and told her to open once he had gone. When she opened she found that same elegant painting. She cried but never understood why.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-69393103572705027622015-09-01T17:17:00.000+05:302015-09-01T17:17:16.242+05:30Truth is not what you see<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Source : A KOREAN YOUTUBE VIDEO<br />
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Could not resist writing down this story and share with all the people who had missed out on the video that had got numerous viewers. I don't know whether I can bring justice to the concept by writing it in my amateur style. I wanted to give you the link to it but I had lost it. Anyways this is how it goes.<br />
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The story is about a shopkeeper in KOREA ,<a name='more'></a> who every time finds a mentally ill , shabbily dressed beggar sleeping in front of his shop whenever he opened the shutter of the shop in the morning. He got annoyed at the sight everyday and used to shoo him away abusing and sometimes hitting him. The afraid beggar would run across the street and vanish into the busy roads. The shopkeeper would treat him badly when he saw that beggar. It seemed he never had a bath , would smell bad and his skin and hair as dry as anything. His appearance and his existence that too in front of his shop would irritate him every time he saw. Sometimes he would use a bucket of water to drench him and show his annoyance and sometimes he would hit him with broom and sticks to shoo him away accompanied by the vulgar comments. But every time he did that , however bad he did , the next day the beggar would still sleep near his shop entrance. That would irritate the shopkeeper more. The beggar has lost his mental power to think that he was being abused and became habituated to the insult. <br />
One day when the shopkeeper opened the shutter of the shop , he found a repulsive pissing smell near his shop. He saw the beggar sleeping there quite peacefully. He realised that this mad ,uncultured hooligan had done it. He kicked him in the stomach and hit him black and blue. The beggar woke up in a shock and with a mixed reaction, limped and cried and ran away from there.<br />
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The lady in the next shop asked him , " What bad did he do to you ?". The man kept silent and went inside.<br />
The next day when he opened the shutter he was surprised to see that there was no one sleeping. The beggar had gone. He peeped out of his shop to look for him. No one was there.<br />
Everyday had the same outcome. But suddenly he started missing the beggar. He used to search for him but never found him. He knew that may be he won't come back but still he would not stop looking for him. <br />
One such day when he was really missing that beggar he thought he would watch the cctv recordings from the past . Atleast those are the memories because he never thought of clicking a picture of him.<br />
That night he started see the old cctv footages. He found how he used to misbehave with him with his mere fault of only sleeping before his shop gate. He suddenly saw videos of that beggar cleaning the area before going to sleep at night . Those videos also showed how that mad uncultured hooligan shoo-ed away people for making the entrance space dirty. He used to protect the shop all the night . He also saw the video when a stranger started pissing on the shop gate and that beggar threw stones at him and made him run away. He started crying when he realised that he had beaten that innocent fellow who had been protecting his shop for so long. He continued to watch. He saw some burglers trying to break open the shop and the beggar fought as if they had to go over his dead body to do so. One of the 2 burglers stabbed him with knife and ran away. <br />
The shopkeeper bursted into tears . He cried and screamed out , " I am sorry " ,while the wounded beggar started walking down the lane outside the range the video could show.<br />
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LESSON I LEARNT : Truth is not just what we see , truth is beyond that.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-38287942548502697182015-08-31T18:30:00.001+05:302015-08-31T18:32:49.169+05:30Leave without knocking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Did you ever think of visiting some friend or a stranger's house and just after looking at the house from outside you have felt that maybe ringing up the bell is not necessary. Maybe you are not sure about your dropping by. But did you ever do that??<br />
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Did you ever stand outside the door and saw the windows or the curtains and maybe your hand once got a pulse from inside to ring the bell and to let the person know of your arrival but something in you stopped you from doing that. Maybe you felt that the house was not that worth for a perfect welcome or maybe you have felt that the hosts may not appreciate your dropping by.<br />
But what if the people inside are always looking forward to welcome guests ? What if you would have received a thanks for coming. What if the person would have been happy to know that you were here.<br />
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Did you ever do that ?? No... Never... But I say " Yes" .. Maybe a lot of times... whenever you visited this page and never left a comment and never let me know that you are a secret admirer or your love visiting my space. I feel the same way as the person in the house would have felt. <br />
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Do give your reviews and comments and do let me know that you came. Because your step in my space makes me feel out of the world.<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-89132009744119079022015-08-31T11:45:00.000+05:302015-08-31T15:18:18.444+05:30Celebrations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From the morning it had been raining a lot but it stopped after 4pm in the evening. Its good that it stopped as I had planned to go out for some shopping. There was something I was trying to recall but was unable to. Something I knew I was forgetting , something about the date . 28th Aug... I don't know what happened on that date but something is there about this date that kept me thinking over and over. Its a great pain , believe me when you try to recall something and your brain <br />
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Before getting ready I took the mobile and clicked the facebook icon. Since morning I had been busy with the computer games and was unable to open facebook and check the updates. Its good to know what your friends and some strangers are upto. But as soon I opened facebook I realised what I have been missing since morning. It was Nandu sir's birthday. That's what was pinching me since morning. 28th Aug was his birthday... thanks to facebook birthday notifications. I am actually good in remembering dates but I don't know how I forgot this one. Nandu sir lives with his mother in the same apartment I live. He stays in the 4th floor flat. Mine is 3rd floor. I know him as his mother was my school teacher.<br />
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I told my wife about it . We planned to buy him a gift and celebrate his birthday in a special surprise mode. His health has not been that good lately. In spite of his illness he tries to be happy and warmly welcomes us when ever we meet him. He has a gem of a heart. So we went to the market to look for something that would create a broad sweet smile in his face. I could still not believe that I had forgot something so important and that also a date , a number . <br />
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We had bought a pen stand for him . It was lovely made of glass and round in shape. It had two layers of glass actually with fluid in between and a scenery encrypted. The fluid also had some decorative colourful dust . Personally we had liked it a lot. After returning home we had prepared a plate with some hand made cake pieces and coloured candles. We called up Nandu Sir if he was free. It was 7.30pm already and he often has his early dinner by that time.<br />
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We went upstairs with the cake and the gift and rang the door bell. He opened the door for us and was a little surprised seeing all that arrangement. We wished him loudly but he was still a little confused about the whole thing.<br />
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"But its not my birthday today ... Who told you that today is my birthday ?.." he said in astonishment.<br />
"Facebook" .. was my prompt reply. ( I know it was little silly but had no choice ).<br />
He smiled and gave that same broad smile , " Yeah that's a false arbitrary date I had put in facebook. Actually its my star birthday."<br />
" Now what is a star birthday ? "I enquired .<br />
He offered us a seat and told to relax. He was smiling and was very happy to see the arrangements we had done for him. He said , " Star birthday is related with Nakshatras and its something related to the Tamil calendar. According to English calendar my birthday is on 14th September. <br />
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"Whatever it is sir , if you have given it on facebook we will celebrate it today itself.", my wife said.<br />
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He smiled and agreed. Maam was also very happy to see his son so happy. He blew off the candles cut the small pieces of cakes in little more smaller pieces and we sang the birthday song and above all they liked our gift a lot. We shared the cakes and all of us enjoyed very much. <br />
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Sometimes celebrations without even a reason can boost our moods. The only thing that troubled me that night, that what was the significance of Aug 28th if it was not Sir's birthday...<br />
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<a href="http://abhishekwrites.blogspot.in/2015/08/the-gift-of-rakhi.html">The Gift Of Rakhi</a> , <a href="http://abhishekwrites.blogspot.in/2014/07/sorry-state.html" target="_blank">Sorry State</a></div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-76638130347076997592015-08-29T20:33:00.002+05:302015-08-30T22:58:31.762+05:30The gift of RAKHI<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Gifts are so special. It feels great when your loved ones gift you something on the special occasions or any auspicious day. There is so much love involved in these things that we really look forward to such days and even cherish our old memories. We look into those things and relive those moments again and again.<br />
Today is Rakhi Utsav. A day when my sister and I cherish our great bonding and our love for each other gets a special enhancement. Every year we are celebrating it together if not I am out of my country due to my job. <a name='more'></a><br />
After my marriage I had shifted to a new apartment with my wife so I have to stay away from my sis. But we don't leave any opportunity to be together and spend quality time. Rakhi has been so special for us. So we had planned it together in my apartment. My wife had planned to cook Polau and Chicken kadai which were her favourite dishes. I had bought a pair of earrings for her. It was a sort of jhumka. I knew she would love it. <br />
She was excited this morning to come to my house and finally she came and was full of joy. We were having a great time together. The Kadai Chicken was smelling great although the dishes were still in progress. I went for the bath and got ready for the rituals. My sister finally tied the Rakhi around my wrist and my wife took pictures and videos of it. It was a lovely decorated flower with pink ribbons and a green lace. Finally she showed me the gift which she was very excited with. She had bought a short trouser for me. She knew what I had been planning to buy. All my old ones were torn or little too old. I was really happy to see that. I went to the other room to change but got little disappointed when I realised it was of little smaller size. I could wear it but was not too comfortable in it. My sis also got disappointed but I assured her that it was not that uneasy and the colour was great and overall I had liked it a lot. I told her not to worry about it and moved towards the almirah to take out her earrings. I gave that small envelope that had those earrings in them. She took out one of them and got very happy after seeing it. She was excited as she wore that in her ears. But as soon as she took out the other one we realised the joint of the Jhumka had broken. Maybe it was in the bag and got a bit more pressure on it. I was terribly disappointed to see that. My sis told me that there are shops where it can be repaired. She assured me that my choice was great and it was not my fault. She had enjoyed the whole day with us and so did we. We had enjoyed a great lunch together and courtesy goes to my loving wife. <br />
I had read THE GIFT OF MAGI in my school days. But never thought that a similar thing could happen to me. The gifts may not have been perfect but the intentions were. <br />
What I want to say is that..... Gifts can only add memories , it can never calculate the love you got for the other one.</div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-31580388631230243022014-11-30T17:51:00.000+05:302015-08-30T23:01:24.563+05:30The Torn pages of a Seaman's Diary - 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I would like to dedicate this first post of the diary to all those who have a lot of questionnaire for us and have some wrong notions about our profession , also to those who think we are some kind of aliens or maybe out of our minds to choose this BORING profession. I dedicate this to those who feel pity for us and think our lives are screwed and also to those who think we are drunkards , characterless and don't value sentiments or understand the meaning of family and emotions. <a name='more'></a>I dedicate this post to those also who think that we are those millionaires who pluck money every morning from trees and have ample amount of it to donate it and throw it here and there and then we live life like kings and our companies feed us on-board for 6 months and then they pack our bags full of money and then they bow to us and say , " please sir ,come back after 6 months and enjoy life in a much better way than you enjoyed here in different foreign countries. "<br />
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All I want to say is that life is tough. And we mariners are not an exception. But if there has to be a single word adjective to describe the life of a mariner it would be MISCELLANEOUS. Life of a mariner has emotions , it has immense pain , it has tears of joy and has pride as well. <br />
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I am not ashamed to confess that I chose this profession because I had learnt about the money one earns in this profession. I also knew about the foreign visits and I knew that life is tough out at sea as there one sees water and water everywhere in midst of the sea. I had a misconception that one earns a lot without continuing to study a lot. I really had no idea how tough the conditions can become and that study and promotional exams will be a part of the life throughout if one tries to sail along.<br />
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Its very hard to describe someone what we do and what our lives are like. Thus they ask the same irritating questions to us when they meet us. It goes like this. The first three questions that comes to us : -<br />
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<strong>3. Where did you go this time ? </strong>( I feel like telling I was in the engine room doing maintainance of the auxillary engines when the ship visited Singapore and then went for bunkering and worked a total of 14 hours at a stretch and when the Ship visited China I was at dry dock working like a donkey 16 hours a day. Most of the days had to skip a meal for completing some work and after working in that ambience sometimes what I needed was only sleep for a continuous 6 hours atleast. That would be too much to ask for. I visited places like Korea , Iran where I could not go out due to shore leave issues. I visited few places like Egypt and Africa but could not go out as there was civil war. I visited Brazil and only got a few hours to roam in a bar and had to be back as another engineer would also like to go and we can't be out at the same time.............. <br />
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The person after asking these questions and having his thirst of queries quenched tells , " Oh how wonderful , You are really lucky. "<br />
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But again when someone asks me or tells me that my life is ruined or I am having a dead life because I am missing family , I feel the same irritation. Because it was my decision to choose this profession and had it been so irritating I would have left it. In which other profession one can plan so many tours with the family , or spend the whole day and week together and can have continuous parties and hangouts. We leave our family for few months but when we come back we have liberty to stay as much we want ( mind it , its not 6 months in water and 6 months in land ). Its a contractual job. Some of the company contracts are like 2 on 2 off which means a continuous payment throughout the year so one is entitled to join back for 2 months after 2 months of holidays. This profession gave me what I have today. It made me what I am. It gave position in the society , it gave me praises and prestige . When I share the feeling with my dad he says , " No one is happy with his job. All are having their own troubles. You ask me son. I am working in a bank for so many years in an officer rank. Am I happy ? No , I am not. All the jobs have their own positives and negatives. Its you who have to select priorities. "<br />
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One lady once asked me that " I heard that mariners have wives in every port ? Is this true ? "<br />
I did not know how to answer that. Do they even know what a ship does ? We are not passengers of a cruise liner that as soon as it would reach the heart of the city we would dress like heroes and take a tour of the city and roam with the girls of that country. Its business of an owner who is taking cargo from one place to another. We are hired to take care of the machineries and the operations. Being in a cargo ship it harbours in the industrial ports far away from the actual city. So we have to be satisfied seeing the small outskirts of the country and also we can not be out for numerous hours as all the engineers and crew can not be out at the same time. So if we come back in time they can also go for few hours. And believe me after a long sailing one goes out in the new place is search for sim cards so that he can call his family. He buys what he thinks is best found in that place for his family. We talk about family and we count days to come back to our home. We invest one part of our life so that the other part can be filled with joy and superb memories.<br />
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Some people ask me you must be happy to see the great figures in your bank account. Yes is the answer. I am happy and infact all are happy but do you know the happiest thing in our life ? Its the day we signed off and came back to our home to see our family and friends. We are paid because of all the conditions we go through. Leaving away from the family , friends , working in the toughest oddest conditions with risk of life and it hurts when someone thinks we get it from trees.</div>
Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-35228574174857683952014-08-20T11:47:00.000+05:302015-08-30T23:01:47.449+05:30Temptations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The basic instinct of need comes from what we see around. May be it is the common psychology of human brain. Sometimes we don't get attracted to things or people or don't feel the urge to achieve them until we see someone enjoying them. <a name='more'></a>I don't deny that it has never happened with me. I have craved for a lot of things when I found my fellow mates having them. I had been in a complex situation always. <br />
I realised with time that money plays a big factor and I scolded myself and controlled my temptations as what other have or get easily is not that easy and smooth in my case. With age I learnt the importance and necessity of money. but my roots are intact still. My basic way of thinking did not change in years. Even today I don't feel ( or if I feel I control) the urge to obtain what others have. I believe in acquiring in my own way and own need. I have only targeted or craved for things that I felt I should . <br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-51600232852153700582014-08-16T12:04:00.001+05:302015-08-30T23:02:20.115+05:305 Movies Watched in 2013<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li><u>MISHAWR RAHASYA</u> - 2 / 5</li>
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GOOD ----> Indranil's Acting . Egypt Location shoot<br />
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Nothing was good about the movie. Got inside by mistake. Actually thought of watching " Lunch Box" which was highly rated but the showtime changed and in a hurry got the wrong tickets. The biggest mistake of 2013.<a name='more'></a><br />
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<li><u>RAMLEELA</u> - 1.5 / 5</li>
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GOOD ------ > Ranvir Singh's physique and dance , costly set and cinematography.<br />
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GOOD -------> Good storyline , direction , acting of each and every character.<br />
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GOOD --------> Amir's acting , Katrina dance , Bike chase sequences.<br />
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BAD -----------> Storyline , falls short of Expectations after Dhoom 2<br />
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Abhishekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02634039142575533212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701148977390894498.post-42432323536719049702014-08-16T11:52:00.000+05:302014-08-16T11:52:01.418+05:30ENTERTAINMENT - 3 out of 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Starcast : Akshay Kumar , Mithun Chakravorty , Johny Lever , Krushna Abhishek<br />
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The movie is a complete entertainment with full on comedy as well as emotional scenes and attachment with a pet dog. It has the pun and comedy and punchlines which makes it interesting. It does not have a serious message as such ( although it ends with a note that one should be polite to the pets ). If someone is prepared to face comedy without searching logics it can be more than just watchable. Mithun's character is a mean minded money loving father who can get her daughter married to a dog even for money ( in the light of comedy )and the script is oriented about faithfulness of a dog but it does not get boring at any point.'' for the movie ''Entertainment'' is now live. Johny Lever's " Habibulla" and the filmy names and lines from Krushna Abhishek is quite entertaining. Akshay surely doesn't need a DNA ( Daddy's Najayaz Aulad ) test to have a healthy collection.</div>
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