tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41506336806856194442024-02-20T20:21:26.449+05:30Prabhat Einstein SinghAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-47483656892742022892017-09-10T16:48:00.001+05:302017-09-10T16:48:56.732+05:30Government friend zoned us<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Govt is like that girl who run behind the guy with money ( corporate ) and everyone else (mango people) are friend zoned. Friends (mitr) keep doing favor to her in her good and bad times but in return seldom gets hugs and few mentions.<br />
They also get false hope that someday she will be accompany them but no she will marry the rich guy because you are funny but poor while he is rich and control money.<br />
So what if he is abusive?<br />
So what if he is sleeping with other girls too?<br />
He is paying the govt to stay in power with eyes closed.<br />
That's enough.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-13894479373951188922015-02-07T20:58:00.001+05:302015-02-07T20:58:31.753+05:30A small note<p dir="ltr">No matter what people tell you that you are not romantic or you are dude like..<br>
But I know the other side of you too..<br>
That hidden girl in you..<br>
The girl who is so damn romantic..<br>
You never behave so..<br>
But still I know..</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-49722311138507281412015-01-18T17:34:00.001+05:302015-02-07T20:57:23.902+05:30I tried..<p dir="ltr">I knew I am in love when I asked to hold your hands for the very first time..<br>
Remember that night?<br>
You were going home by bus<br>
But didn't tell you..<br>
Because perhaps I didn't know it was that deep until I felt the pain of parting from you at the railway station that day..</p>
<p dir="ltr">May be it is hard to explain..<br>
May be I can't tell you how I feel..<br>
It was kind of a heart-sinking feeling though..<br>
I could physically feel that something broke in my heart..</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you would ask me reasons behind it.. may be I won't be able to describe..<br>
May be because there is no reason at all..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now, when I know all this..<br>
I can't stop thinking about us..<br>
I love you more than ever..</p>
<p dir="ltr">I know you can't love me even if you want or I want..<br>
Because of your promises to yourself and your parents..<br>
I know you don't feel the same way I feel about you..<br>
But at least I want to deserve you..</p>
<p dir="ltr">I tried to move on..<br>
I tried hitting on girls..<br>
I tried to think about them..<br>
Nothing worked..<br>
I kept thinking about you..<br>
So I decided..<br>
I will better be <u><u>with</u></u> you..</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-10038100781996153852014-12-21T16:09:00.001+05:302014-12-22T00:32:28.449+05:30Life's Little Paradox..<p dir="ltr">What is life? Isn't it just an opinion of the person who is living or the person who is related to it, in one way or another?</p>
<p dir="ltr">If I think my life is good and meaningful then of course I will see everything in a different and happier way. Its opposite is true too. If I think my life is not as meaningful at all and I am unhappy from the way things turned out for me. I will be sulking and remain such, unless something more dreadful or something very good happens to me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now let’s see this from others point of view. Suppose, for a moment it doesn’t matter what I feel inside, if I am happy or sad. The way I show and reflect to other people I will be perceived and treated respective way. If I am happy I will attract more people. If I stay sad for long, may be in the beginning people will try to make me feel good or cheer me up but after sometime they will stop being nice to me and might leave me as well.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was something else but I showed them something different. For them my truth is what they perceive from my personality. So again this is merely an opinion of others about me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">These opinions, mine or theirs forms a circle. The meaning of life becomes how and what I think about it. If in my opinion booking a seat to heaven is the meaning of life then I will do every good deed to earn enough credits and then I will kill myself shunning any possibility of doing anything that might make me lose credits. So is doing suicide rational? No!</p>
<p dir="ltr">This whole idea of finding a meaning of life is a big lie I think. We become like a dog chasing his own tail.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wonder if you didn't even lived your life till the end how could you even think that your life had reached a point where you should start looking for its meaning? Who knows that the meaning of your life won't change once you find it out?</p>
<p dir="ltr">There are numerous questions laying and creeping on the floor of human mind and no one can answer them correctly but he himself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I think first purpose of life is to live it. If you didn't, you will never be able to understand what was it is all about and what is its meaning.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-51495072861027968312014-08-31T11:54:00.001+05:302014-08-31T11:54:39.194+05:30Lost the meaning of silence<p>On her birthday I didnt call her.. I messaged her instead..<br>
I don't know why I was so scared to talk to her..<br>
I don't know why the voice that could made my day once became so fearful to me..<br>
I couldn't gather guts to talk to her.. I thought what would I talk about?<br>
I was not scared of talks I was scared of the silence that would follow after few initial question answers..<br>
"Hi how are you?"<br>
"I am fine. you tell??"<br>
"Me good too.."<br>
"And so.."<br>
"So nothing.."<br>
"Whats plan on birthday..?"<br>
"Party with friends and all.."<br>
"Hmmm.."<br>
"Hmmm.."</p>
<p>And silence after that..<br>
The silence.. that I thought was signature of our closeness for only close people can stay silent without feeling awkward..<br>
Now that silence scared me..<br>
Was that the first sign that we are not close anymore??<br>
What could I do to fix that?<br>
I kept thinking whole night...<br>
But couldn't find any answer..</p>
<p>Is that what I called love?<br>
If that is love.. why does that hurt so much?<br>
Why it keeps me from talking to her..?<br>
Perhaps thats what happens when love penetrate your soul..<br>
Your mind and soul start that conflict and between that only the body perish..</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-57639262938097790802013-11-20T01:38:00.001+05:302013-11-20T01:38:17.747+05:30Convenience of Time<p>'I am scared' he said, 'scared because perhaps in future, god forbid, there might come several moment when I will not be able to provide you with all the things you deserve. May be we left alone without home of our own and so no car not everything that a home possesses today. I earn less money now then I use to. I am not that well and happy anymore. I am going through a big trench caused by financial and mental crunch we suffered recently. Everything become inconvenient for us. At that moment I will need your hand to hold mine. You are the person i would believe in that bad time. If you would call me loser I will be shattered and kneel down in front of that situation to surrender and devour me. If you will say that we can get over with it together and you are with me, I would stand tall in front of the problem and soon attain victory over it. But I am scared that at such moment you will leave me. You will leave me on my own to fight alone with eveything. I am scared of being left alone by the one I believe in so much. Why, because the time is not that easy anymore? I am scared of such a time. I strongly feel some day may come when I will be broke. That time my love will the be worst and the best time for me. A woman can make man a winner or looser.'</p>
<p>She didn't say anything in reply. Because he said all of this to himself only.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-73607858212453227212013-05-02T14:30:00.004+05:302013-05-02T14:30:53.442+05:30A long forgotten Diary : A poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>A diary that got wet in the rain last night is drying fast..</i><br />
<i>I'm Wondering if I should make a trip to the memoir..</i><br />
<i>I turned a few pages with my left hand..</i><br />
<i>Ink has spread on the paper..</i><br />
<i>Like blue clouds in white sky..</i><br />
<i>Few words lost; even their impression gone from the paper..</i><br />
<i>I close my eyes to recollect what could have been written there..</i><br />
<i>On a few pages, even dates washed away..</i><br />
<i>I can't even identify them in my memories..</i><br />
<i>Butterflies playing in my heart; while I'm missing the old days...</i><br />
<i>And I am cursing myself..</i><br />
<i>What if I could have saved this diary from the rain last night..</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-18122843409624719322013-03-06T17:27:00.000+05:302013-03-06T17:52:55.130+05:30Nothing Usual<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>The things I supposed, will happen..</i><br />
<i>Didn't happened.</i><br />
<i>That day nothing usual happened.</i><br />
<i>God must be on leave for a day or few..</i><br />
<i>Mother must be fed up of us, all..</i><br />
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<i>When I woke up to see the Sun - rising through the east horizon.</i><br />
<i>Sun didn't came out to see me.</i><br />
<i>I ignored it.. I closed my eyes..</i><br />
<i>As I came out of my shell..</i><br />
<i>To take a short walk..</i><br />
<i>I couldn't found the roads out there..</i><br />
<i>But Sky..</i><br />
<i>I walked upon nothing..</i><br />
<i>I floated on something..</i><br />
<i>Still I missed the usual earth..</i><br />
<i>But that day nothing usual happened..</i><br />
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<i>I was so use to of the usual.</i><br />
<i>I wanted to hide.</i><br />
<i>I wanted to forget it.</i><br />
<i>I wanted to sleep it off.</i><br />
<i>Nothing made sense that day.</i><br />
<i>That day nothing usual happened..</i><br />
<i>So I gave in and felt blessed.</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-51635883174376484452013-02-22T11:14:00.001+05:302013-02-22T11:14:56.481+05:30I call that reality<p><i>During winters..</i><br>
<i>When I lay in my bed..</i><br>
<i>I only see stars in the dark sky..</i><br>
<i>I call them hopes..</i><br>
<i>When I feel cold..</i><br>
<i>And a sheet of leaves cover my body..</i><br>
<i>I call that care..</i><br>
<i>When I can't sleep..</i><br>
<i>Sweet breeze sings lullabies for me..</i><br>
<i>I call that love..</i><br>
<i>When I dont wake up in the morning..</i><br>
<i>Sun shines at my face..</i><br>
<i>I call that reality..</i></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-72326575056472093902013-02-10T17:32:00.000+05:302013-02-10T17:32:10.368+05:30A helpless love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was a usual morning and after breakfast he went to get ready in the bedroom. Where I was lying on one side of the bed. Looking at him, my mind started searching for old memories, how he used to pick me in his hands and in return how I would put my arm around his neck. But not anymore.<br />
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These are old sweet memories. But now, I am getting old. I am getting older every day every second. Just like a flower loose its fragrance after one night, I think my night is getting over. I cannot help it, can I? I would really want to. I want to be loved as old days. I want to be chosen before he choose anything else. I am with him, since very long. This is how she should be treating me now?<br />
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As I am getting old, I am becoming insecure. Last week he went out with a new one and yesterday he bring another. I want to stop him, I have even told him that he shouldn't do this and I will be with him forever, but he didn't replied. He remain silent all the time. I talk to him and assume what answer he might give. How long it will go like that I really don't know.<br />
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I wish I could divorce him and move on but who will keep me now. Oh! Why am I getting old. This new one that he bring yesterday, teased me. Yes of course she is younger than me. More beautiful too.<br />
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As I was thinking all this to myself, he picked the new tie and kept around his neck. While I am lying on bed. I used to be his favorite tie. I am getting punished for loving a human and getting old, both of the things cannot be either helped by me or anyone else. First because I am a tie. Second because people cannot listen to me.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-18897251909186158522012-11-25T00:07:00.001+05:302012-11-25T00:16:23.783+05:30In the eye of The God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We live with a stupid perception of having an afterlife, which these fake disciples of god, created. They who made THE GOD for their own lustful benefits, and to govern this society make people believe in that virtual power of yours as God.<br />
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What is this after life? Who had seen that? We keep thinking of whatever is happening here or whatever we will do, might affect that after life. While the truth is no one told you about after life but those preachers who have not even died yet. I feel that you don’t have to worry about this little thing in life. Your soul will not perish it will exist until the end of this universe. We all know a scientific principle of that. Well everybody must be aware of the principle of energy? "Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. It changes from one form to another form."<br />
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So does our soul, which is a kind of energy that lies in us, remain in this world until someday something happened to suck all of this energy? Well I am not sure of that to happen ever.<br />
Just live your life and do insane things. Do study as much as you can, do get drunk and smoke if you feel like doing. Change things about you if you don’t like them, get silicone implants, get Botox. As long as you are feeling alive there should be nothing to stop you.<br />
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If you feel like killing somebody, and you feel if that that will bring a difference in the society, just do that. This god is nothing but picture that keep you away from things that few people don’t want you to do or know.<br />
Forget after life and live this one.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-46444753909228992242012-11-19T12:15:00.000+05:302012-11-19T12:19:55.731+05:30The Life Long Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life is such a dream like sequence. It is neither true nor false.<br />
A lot of uncontrolled events happen in our life and so in our dreams. We flow with it, along the stream of a myth that it really exist, that everything, every event is true. We are not sure of it or are we? What is truth? Do you know anything that will prove to be true? Truth is what, which do not change with different seasons, in different circumstances or for different people.<br />
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But this world does change, these people do die and we do change our self for different people and different occasions, do you agree with me? So how can, what we see here with our foolish eyes, stated as to be truth? What we really see is not truth.<br />
Did you ever go for a morning walk? Yes, you do? Isn't it always nice to see nice green fields around, it calm our eyes, No? Okay so do one thing, whenever you will go for next walk, try to go close to that green fields, close enough to see, small insects, animals, creeping in the grass you have just walked upon. Then you will understand what truth is and what myth is.<br />
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This life is not that truth, go inside yourself and ask what you are? You are made of the same thing that everybody made of. That is truth.<br />
Life is what we just perceive to be happening.<br />
The most terrible part of life is we cannot control everything just like in dreams we cannot control anything. Either we should embrace whatever is going on or expect thing to turn around and make you happy.<br />
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"Life and dreams both evolves from us... Neither they are true nor false... Life can be lived in a moment, in a minute, in an hour or in entire life and similarly dreams..."</blockquote>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-1250601718881174562012-11-16T18:15:00.001+05:302012-11-17T10:28:38.361+05:30Over The Phone!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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He was abusing her very badly, on other side of the phone; I don't know how she would be reacting. But she must not be feeling any good about it. He told her a plan. That could lead him to jail. But he told her all, anyway. He didn't seem pleased. Why he wasted all that time then, I thought. He left the place soon after that.<br />
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She was crying on the phone. Tears trailing down from eyes to her lips but she was listening to him patiently yet she looked anxious. She wanted to tell him something but she stopped and preferred to listen to him. It seems to me that she wanted to stop him. If she wanted to, then why she didn't, I thought. She kept the phone and walked away.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-77026566556105685102012-10-19T18:20:00.001+05:302012-10-19T18:20:18.782+05:30On Road or Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No matter how old you become, there are lots of questions
that will keep rising in your head, sometimes because of your inner self while
sometimes because of the outer world. As a traveler, I think, what you should
care about, is the roads you travel and not the destinations you reach, because
roads gives you the experience while the destination gives you few moments to
rest. Roads either less traveled or daily, we should learn to respect their
importance but we hardly do. We ignore the fact that these are roads that take
us to the destination. Destination may disappoint you but roads hardly do so.
You ride or walk, they will always be with you. </div>
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I think destinations are just myth and have virtual
existence because whenever we reach any destination we take rest and enjoy for
few moments and then we start on another road to another destination again. It
is the whole life chakra for every human being. So why shouldn't we give more
importance to roads rather than destination.</div>
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I guess, I know. It is the end result that bothers us. We
are worried about the result. We are worried about what will happen if
destination would not be that good. We are worried about, what we will tell to
other people around. This is the thing that bothers us while taking a leap to
any journey.</div>
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Just fuck everything, at least step outside on the road and
take a long walk with someone you can trust and depend upon. You will love it.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-71916868803501656992012-02-08T22:35:00.001+05:302012-07-09T11:16:51.321+05:30She laughed out loud<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was my first day in school. I was sitting on the first bench in the class with a girl, who later became my first crush of life. That day something happened, which shouldn’t have taken place in first.<br />
I was making some stuff in my notebook, alphabets and all. I was sort of happy. All that noise of chitchatting was giving me feeling of being surrounded and safe. Suddenly everybody fall silent and stood at their respective places. I didn’t. I looked around, so found that a fat old lady was standing right in front of my desk and my teacher who was looking quite gracious before, became pale and silent.<br />
But suddenly she said, “<b>Prabhat, Stand up. Don’t you have any manner or respect of your elders? She is principal of this school.</b>”<br />
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I didn’t give another thought and stood in haste. I was scared. But I have never done that to my parents, standing and saying “<b>Gooood Mooorning! Maaadum!</b>” or anything phony like that. I found that stupid and funny too. I respect my parents, but for what they gave me, love and care. If they would have scolding me since birth I must have not giving any damn to them.<br />
And then that Old fat lady asked me a simple question, I know that was a sort of mixed weapon for punishment and revenge.<br />
She asked me, “<b>What is the colour of Water?</b>”<br />
But I was dumbfounded.<br />
I wanted to say “<b>blue</b>” because I have seen in paintings, it is blue. But something inside me didn’t let that happen. That was the horror filled in my nerve.<br />
She asked me again and said, “<b>Tell me beta, whatever is coming in your mind</b>”.<br />
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So, I gather all of my courage, and said, “<b>Blue</b>.”<br />
And then she laughed. She laughed out loud. Then class and class teacher also followed her.<br />
That was the first assault of child’s openness to the Ideas. I was so shattered.<br />
Then she took a thick stick and landed on both of my hands, one by one. That damage was not physical but that hit directly my mind. She closed my chapter before being open to this world.<br />
Later I got to know that water is colourless, but that was too late.<br />
I stopped further questioning from teachers, because I was afraid that she might slap me or beat me to death for my stupidity. I stopped asking my elders anything. I started saying yes to everything.<br />
Now I am changed. I don’t take any shit just like that. But it took a lot of efforts and time to change. I lose many things in this process. I lose those people around me. I lose relations. But now I feel free. Free from the cage of limits.<br />
I wish that old fat lady, wouldn’t have killed my confidence that day. I wish she would have taken my answer positively and could have asked me the reason behind that answer. I just needed a chance and freedom of expressing my thoughts. But she chooses otherwise and fucked my childhood.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-57971920701509985762012-01-18T23:49:00.002+05:302012-07-09T11:17:18.701+05:30A movie or a riddle?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I must say "A riddle".<br />
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I am talking about a movie called "No Smoking".<br />
It seldom happens that, each time you watch movie, you end up with different conclusions in the end.<br />
It seldom happens that, each time you find some new detail, that you haven't noticed last time.<br />
It seldom happens that, you can quote a movie as "A Riddle".<br />
Based on an very abstract story Quitter's Inc. written by Stephen King, No Smoking takes that story to another level of abstraction.<br />
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I have seen that movie many times, just to play within the puzzle Anurag Kashyap has had created for it's viewers.<br />
I find myself lost in the scenes.<br />
So let's talk about riddles...<br />
Riddle One, "No Smoking, as it's name says, Is this encourages you to quit smoking or it provokes you to do it more?"<br />
Riddle Two, "Paresh Rawal's character.."<br />
Riddle Three, "
K, the protagonist, being soulless..."<br />
Well you have to watch this film for a MIND BLOWING experience.<br />
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How often such a film got produce in India.<br />
The irony is, we liked Inception, we loved Matrix, but we do not accept an India made film up to that level.<br />
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He put a key into the key hole and twist is a bit, but lock remains unlocked. He tried same with another key and the result was same.<br />
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Sam enters into that old filthy office and saw him.<br />
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“Those keys won’t work in that box, try this one.” Sam said and throws a key chain towards him.<br />
He catches it and goes through the same process again.<br />
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This time, the key worked. He opened the box. It was full on gold coins.<br />
He looks at the guy who gave him the key, to say thanks. Sam was lying on the floor dead, with a small hole in his head.<br />
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He thought his end is near. He collected every coin and tried to run.<br />
Money collector was standing on the gate. Pistol with a silencer on the barrel was in his hand. Pistol was smoking.<br />
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Sound of coins falling on floor followed a sound of broken skull and a fountain of blood makes stains on the wall.<br />
Money Collector smiled. He did his job perfectly.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-49056297864316555162011-07-25T00:10:00.002+05:302012-07-09T11:18:01.730+05:30She was crying; But he was not there<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Winter had just started. Slight cold breeze mixed with the fragrance of jasmine was filling her nose small and cute nose. She was taking longer breaths than normal ones. Mona was standing beside the bench in the park. Moonlight falling on her face was making it glow more than the moon itself. This new moon too had water on its surface.<br />
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Sid was standing just two meters away from Mona. Facing her back, he couldn’t see her face, same applies to her. He was looking pathetic in her Lenin trouser and cotton shirt that he was since the day they last met. He didn’t shave his beard since two weeks, had dark circles, hairs were trying to poke into his eyes. His eyes were dry, so did his throat. He tried to put a step forward towards Mona.</div>
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“Stop right there...” she said in a trembling voice. But she wasn’t crying. She knew how to behave. She knew what to do. She knew his touch can make her change that decision. She knew; he just needs to give her a hug and a kiss to melt her wax solid heart.</div>
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He followed her command. He was confused.</div>
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“We cannot go through like this. It has to end. I told you before and I am telling you again ‘I am not made for you’. Go make a life of yours. Make something good out of you. You will get better girls than me.”</div>
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“But what will I do with them? I love you and cannot love anyone else.” He did not want to say anything else. He knew that the end was near. He knew she was there for the last time and this is it. Few more moments.</div>
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“<i>I am going to pursue my dreams. I am going to become an astronaut. I am going to NASA. It’s like my dream for me. You were part of that beautiful dream and I want to remember you as a beautiful memory</i>.”</div>
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Those were few lines that he could think of from their last meeting… and those lines were banging in his head since last two weeks. He wanted her to stay but he knew he couldn’t as that was what she dreamt of and not him.</div>
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She did not even look back to his face. She knew that it will make him weaker.</div>
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She said “It’s over. And it’s over for life. We can be friends but not lovers.”</div>
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There was no reply.</div>
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“I hope you will understand that it’s not easy for me too. May be this is what written in our destiny. But you will always be the most beautiful memory of my life.” She expected a reply after this.</div>
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But there was no reply.</div>
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She said “Say something…” but something strange happened. Her wax solid heart did melt. Without any hug or a kiss. She broke down. She was expecting a shoulder to cry on. But expectations do not become reality every time.</div>
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She looked back and was dumbfounded. He was not there.</div>
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May be he had already seen the end of the relation. And he did not want to go through all that. May be was a coward who ran from the situation. May be he had someone else as backup he was just showing off. May be he was so brave who left his life in the park that night. May be he had a heart to care only about her future, think about her dreams. May be he had those last expectations that she will come back.</div>
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But…</div>
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Nothing matters now… She was crying… and he was not there.</div>
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P.S. : Fiction. Do comments. :) </div>
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"I am hanging on this rusty nail, bitting dust, nobody cares for me now. Once, I used to be so famous but now i have lost my sheen, my beauty. That power of lust and seduction I used to show...To make people helpless to admire me... seems lost like fragrance of rose once it gets dry."<br />
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Rahul looked all around the museum but did not find anyone. "Did I hear someone or this is last night's hangover?", he ask this question to himself. Then his eyes fall on a painting. At first he was shocked and stunned what he has just seen. A lady in that old painting was looking at him. But later he thought he is just day dreaming. But in real he was not.<br />
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That painting again speaks, "It was me whom you just listen?". He try to run but his curiosity won over his fear and he stayed back.</div>
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"Who are you?", Rahul ask. That was a quite obvious question. She said can't you read my name? He looked on the wall just above the painting. He reads "Name : I am Lust. Artist: Jagmohan Babu".<br />
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"Oh you are the first creation of Jagmohan Babu? He is so famous out there, and now he doesn't even live in India, you know that?"<br />
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"No, I didn't knew that. He left me alone here. With these paintings. Oh I so hate him. I can't move out. People used to buy other paintings but not me... True lovers of art have vanished I think." girl in that painting said.<br />
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"Why do you want to get sold??" He ask.</div>
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"Because, these management peoples are going to send me to the archive of historical paintings. I does not deserve this. I deserve better."<br />
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"Yes you deserve better place, you are a master piece."</div>
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"Don't fool me."</div>
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"No no I am not fooling you. You are really good. Its just a dust on you and poor maintenance has make you look a bit old."</div>
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"I fucking hate, that guy who creates me and the abandoned me to get eaten by those termites.. I hate him."</div>
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He open his eyes. He was all wet with sweat. He moves his right hand on to the stool placed on left side of his bed to find his spectacles. He put it on his eyes and look at the clock. It was past 12 of afternoon. He overslept. He fights to get himself out of his bed. He took his <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walking_stick" rel="wikipedia" title="Walking stick">walking stick</a> and starts walking. He get out of his home. His name plate reads "Jagmohan Babu, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Painting" rel="wikipedia" title="Painting">Painter</a>."</div>
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He call his secretary to book him tickets to India. Next day he was in the same museum, in which his first painting was stored.</div>
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He went to each and every corner of that museum but could not find out his painting. Finally he ask manager , "Where is my painting?"</div>
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"Who are you sir?" manager ask him full of surprise.</div>
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"I am Jagmohan, The painter".</div>
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"Oh! I am so pleased to see you..., But we don't have any of your painting here. You are a great artist, how can we keep your paintings here?? You used to sell them off."</div>
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"<a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemlata" rel="wikipedia" title="Hemlata">Hemlata</a>, You stupid.. That was my first painting!"</div>
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"Oh that one... I have just managed to sell that..."</div>
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"To whom??"</div>
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"There is the guy who brought 'Hemlata' today." Manager point to a young guy.</div>
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Jagmohan Babu run in haste to catch him up. He screams..." Hey Boy! Thats my painting." Boy stop and looks back. Jogmohan was speechless... His breaths become short. "Oh god! That guy was in my last night's dream." He said. That guy kept moving.</div>
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"I am in love with her..." was Rahul's last words that fall into Jagmohan's ears!</div>
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<i>Hanging upside down...</i><br />
<i>On a branch of that old tree…</i><br />
<i>I am trying to figure out…</i><br />
<i>Who they are…? Where am I?</i><br />
<i>I am trying to scream…</i><br />
<i>I can’t hear myself…</i><br />
<i>But their laughs brakes through my ears…</i><br />
<i>And my head is banging with fear…</i><br />
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</i><br />
<i>Will they kill me?</i><br />
<i>What should I do?</i><br />
<i>I am pleading for my life…</i><br />
<i>I am asking for forgiveness…</i><br />
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<i>They are coming closer…</i><br />
<i>I can see them now…</i><br />
<i>Those face…</i><br />
<i>I killed them… I stole their lives…</i><br />
<i>Now they are doing the same to me…</i><br />
<i>It’s a revenge…</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-76824239601878019082011-04-18T22:57:00.000+05:302011-04-18T22:57:36.169+05:30No matter how often you say "I Love You"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">No matter how often you say "I Love You" to her...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6cAR7oKfakra7jtkhOCIbWDSc36iJ7iMJGxi0UI4t4W7jXIb8EUfifSI22xThkVw1CBPIv8bl9lhJ0VfQ1_FmCxV_qQN8jMgz3FRA4fSZy9AKyslbplGPARZxpgj8XEQhaM0ooHKQ6pq/s1600/you-are-screwed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6cAR7oKfakra7jtkhOCIbWDSc36iJ7iMJGxi0UI4t4W7jXIb8EUfifSI22xThkVw1CBPIv8bl9lhJ0VfQ1_FmCxV_qQN8jMgz3FRA4fSZy9AKyslbplGPARZxpgj8XEQhaM0ooHKQ6pq/s200/you-are-screwed.jpg" width="186" /></a></div>She keeps expecting to hear those three words from you...<br />
Men don’t need it all the time but women do. They do need assurance of love, which can be in any form. Even saying “I love you” works for them as much as a passionate kiss or writing a romantic letter (men seldom do that). So if you are confused that why girls behave like that then you should try to understand that they are not a guy. They think differently, they pretend in a different manner. Their needs are different their way of showing love is different.<br />
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Guys, girls can be handled pretty easily but in order to do that you should be confirmed about two things:<br />
1. Are you ready to commit?<br />
2. Do you have lived enough?<br />
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If for the above two questions, you have answers in YES then you should try to understand them better and listen to them more. And if the answer is NO, then who cares to understand them or listen to their whole day stories? <br />
The less you try to understand them the better will be the chances that you won’t get screwed. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-58309417030258970632011-03-12T23:51:00.003+05:302011-03-27T01:05:51.778+05:30The Great Tail of India - India Vs South Africa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, India Vs South Africa match finished but this time my country loose the game.<br />
I am not sad. I am not happy. But very exciting I am.<br />
And I know this is a bit different feeling. May be because this match was different.<br />
Lets come to point.....<br />
Who is responsible for this one match loss?<br />
There so many views out there... so many opinions by the viewers....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">What happen to our strong batting line after such a great start?</span><br />
The legend, Sachin played fantabulous. Sehwag and Gambhir was good. But what other guys were doing there?<br />
Were they endorsing pepsi or some other brand? Our batting tail line... touched the ground today. Never seen such a great fall. They just fall like a house of playing cards...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Why Nehra and Patel?</span><br />
Both of them are not worth of anything. They should play only Ranji trophy. Nehra fucked up the match at its very crucial moment. Patel, what he did for India in that doomed cricket match.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Two catches dropped?</span><br />
One by Yuvraj another one by Gautam Gambhir. They were very crucial ones.<br />
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When Nehra came to ball last over... 13 runs required in 6 balls.And at that time I had the feeling that he will become the reason behind RSA victory.<br />
First ball -- Four runs.<br />
Second ball -- A Six.<br />
Now, 3 runs required for four balls. Even Netherland could have chase in that situation.<br />
:P<br />
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In the end, Result: India loose the Match by 3 wickets.<br />
Every Indian viewer was sad and upset.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-67249093317563998302011-02-14T00:08:00.000+05:302011-02-14T00:08:06.654+05:30Seeking Happiness, But Where??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Yes... Where???<br />
Whatever we do... An ultimate goal, an objective, an aim is always there...<br />
and that is "HAPPINESS"<br />
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Some people seek Happiness in Money...<br />
For some people, Happiness is in their work, their job...<br />
A House wife finds Happiness in her Home making skills...<br />
A Heart Broken man finds Happiness in a Bar or a Brothel...<br />
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This is a matter of fact that... how many people end up getting Happy??<br />
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Rich People says, "Money is not everything.."<br />
Serviceman says, "I am fed up of doing same thing daily..."<br />
House wife says, "I have no life... Except making babies and food..."<br />
A Heart Broken man says, "Even Brothels have bad women..."<br />
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So, I wanted to ask you...<br />
Where do you try find your Happiness?<br />
Well I think,<br />
Whatever the place you choose!!!<br />
Whatever the way you select!!!<br />
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We should try to respect our choice and be happy with that, At-least until you don't get anything new... Because if we don't...<br />
We end up getting frustrated... Scolding our juniors...<br />
Overspending to overcome our frustration....<br />
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In the end... The LOSS is only ours...<br />
So, if you are a keen HAPPINESS SEEKER,<br />
Then do remember... "Respect and believe your own Decisions and Choices..."<br />
You will be Happy... Someday... For Something... You Always Wanted.... :)<br />
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P.S: Your Prabhat 'Einstein' Singh... Missed me???</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-35573912091299770532011-02-08T23:59:00.000+05:302011-02-08T23:59:43.642+05:30I met the Warriors of IMSEC: Happy Ending<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;">Some of them were lying on the mats in front of college gates while some of them were at hostel to eat some food, some of them was talking about revolutions. I was happy after witnessing such a great contribution of my junior for something good. They were united for some reasons, they all were happy, they all were taking care of each other. A perfect example of Warriors in the battle field.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I got a chance to talk to Saurabh Tandon about the strike and its reasons. He was very good at what he was doing there. He told me about our EX- Director Prabal K. Chakaborty, What he used to do with students and their parents. He told me that Director forced some students to shave their heads. Director call some girls Whore in front of her parents. There are so many similar stories he told me. After listening to all of them , I just said,"Fuck Him!". That director write Dr. as prefix to his name. But I don't think he even has real degree of any sort. "He is literate but not educated", Saurabh said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He told me about contributed effort of all the students, some of the names I remember like Shivesh, Ashwni, etc some of them I forgot (Sorry for that). He told me that everyone is giving 100%. Even girls were doing their levels best efforts. They were bringing food for boys from hostel mess, they were trying to keep boy's motivation and confidence up. I saw Roopika managing many things, like informing all the girls about what is going on and what to do next. She must have a lot of experience in participating in strikes, I guess so..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the evening i return to my home but images of that day will never fade from my memory. All of the students who participated in that strike is not less than any solider to me. They did what they think is better for everyone. They hear what their heart says. They are Warriors of IMS Enginnering College.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Later, in the evening on Monday, I got call from Saurabh, He says "This is a voice of victory sir. We won. Director has resigned and may face jail term for harassing students."</div><div style="text-align: left;">I said "You guys shows your metal after all. Congrats bro!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So in the end, Director Prabal (Trouble) K. Chakarborty has gone from the seat. I wish and hope that IMSEC never get any such character even around its campus. Such peoples are a threat to a good society. and College helps in making a good society.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03625773804627621039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150633680685619444.post-26072262980013090042011-01-30T20:30:00.001+05:302011-01-30T20:33:44.470+05:30Carpe Diem Your Way...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We woke up... We do daily shores... We do our job... We come home go to bed and sleep...<br />
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Thats our daily routine...<br />
But something lacks here...<br />
Why we are doing all that hard work?<br />
For ourself, of-course but What is the point in earning a lot by giving in everything, mind, time and health etc.<br />
And then again spend money of earning them back.<br />
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We should spend our day our way... At least once a week.<br />
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Do you have ever get hold of your day... and if you did... then for how long...?<br />
If you look back in your life... Can you tell me how many days you lived for yourself?<br />
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I know it is a very tough question. Its fine... I just wanted to tell you that<br />
"At least one day a week we should be Live, Free as air... Crazy as weather... and Funny as life..."<br />
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Go out... enjoy what you don't like... at least try...<br />
Fall in love, Leave a bad relationship...<br />
Abuse your friends...<br />
Go for shopping...<br />
Make friends...<br />
Listen to music...<br />
Travel... and so on...<br />
You will feel tired in the end of the day and gets a sleep like a baby... So calm so serene.<br />
Then there is no need of drinking alcohol or smoke cigarette to calm your mind... :)<br />
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So Carpe diem... Your way....<br />
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