tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25771339641598101912024-03-13T20:37:20.462+05:30Ripples of My ThoughtsPriyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-45494608272049557092019-12-14T19:49:00.000+05:302019-12-15T00:05:14.652+05:30Grey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It's Sunday. Our day. The day where we lay in the bed for hours doing our own thing, until it's sunny and bright. By the time we leave the bed for our breakfast, our bed sheet is all crumpled. And we start bantering over who will cook and who will clean.<br /><br />Today, the weather has been gloomy. And ever since the morning, we've been fighting. You're upset, and I really hurt. Did we <i>really </i>have to fight on a Sunday morning? You know how much I hate it.<br /><br />Why haven't you kissed me yet already? Where are our rules of making up? Should I make you a cup of coffee? Why haven't you made me a cup yourself?! Fuck it. I don't wanna bother myself, so I'll pretend to work, while you pretend to read.<br /><br />No… Don't go. Don't leave the bed... <br />Okay, the bathroom is an exception. We're both allowed pee breaks.<br /><br />Yeah. You look better in the bed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br />Stay.<br /><br />Each time you're stealing glances and fidgeting with your book, I want to hold you and help you calm down. Each time your legs are brushing against mine, there are goosebumps all over my body. I am dreaming of you throwing your book on the side table, coming close to me, putting my laptop aside and leaning in for a kiss. I am not just dreaming. You haven't left the bed yet. So I am hopeful.<br /><br />Wait.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br />Yes. I am gonna do it. I am gonna stop writing this. I am gonna put my laptop away, get on top of you, put your book away, remove your glasses and pull you in a kiss. I'll nibble on your lips, suck on your tongue and kiss you deeply. I'll let my tongue roll all over your lips, inside your mouth and between your teeth. </span><br />
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-24857486888502125352019-11-21T02:37:00.001+05:302019-11-21T02:53:11.506+05:30About this not-so-accidental Project called Mitti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The 4th day, it was only accidentally, that I learned about Mitti looking for a social media manager. But I think it wasn't purely accidental. It was serendipitous. I kinda invited <a href="http://www.mitti.cafe/" target="_blank">Mitti</a> in my life. And totally walked the red carpet into this experience myself.<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was on board after 20 days of its opening. The inception of branding had just begun. Since then, it's been a journey of almost two and a half years with Mitti. Very quietly, it became the thing I would wake up looking forward to every morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />I love everything about it - the logo, the menu, the food, the culture, the people I met via it, the concept, the chai, and the space it gave me to experiment and learn.<br /><br />From thoughts and social media concepts to design and communication branding, from menu development and events to chilling with regulars and all the third party dealings, from events ranging from Improv Music eve to Writers' Jam, from me taking over the mic to me crying on the center table :P, from me assisting on shoots to me creating a social media presence that became the talk of the town — I've been so invested that it feels like my baby!<br /><br />Gave it my blood and sweat, my soul and heart and I love — absolutely LOVE — how Mitti reflects all of it.<br /><br />This project will forever be close to my heart. Now as I wind this up, I can only think of how I shaped it, and also, how it shaped me.<br /><br />Creating this brand has been a crazy energy ride – an overwhelming rollercoaster, my personal creative space and also, an absolute pleasure.<br /><br />Logging out.</span></div>
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(Check out my social media branding work, campaigns, ideas here <a href="https://www.instagram.com/mitticafe/" target="_blank">@mitticafe</a>)</div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-51026907702637604572019-09-20T01:25:00.000+05:302019-09-20T12:19:02.652+05:30Owning 28<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But, over the same three years, I started focusing more on my own self. One thing at a time. I slowly started discovering the dainty details about my personality and my thought process. Some observations happened accidentally, some were too striking. I observed how I respond to hatred, to mean comments, to love and how I actually feel when I am approached by someone randomly at a cafe. Ah. Do I really want to give them my number? No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I now know I do not procrastinate everything - only workouts. I know how exactly I crumble inside while listening to/reading humans behaving insensitively with nature and with animals. I grew up a vegetarian because of the home environment, but </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I questioned, researched, talked to a lot of people only to figure I am a vegetarian by choice because I really feel close to the animals, and eating them is not something I'd ever prefer.</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I learned that I am paranoid about locking the car as soon as I get in, but not paranoid about anybody driving rash around me, or even trucks and buses sharing the same road/lane. I was, at one point, but not anymore. I am a confident and skilled driver, but I am scared about somebody randomly opening my car door. <br /><br />I figured some food allergies and also the fact that panic is not my first reaction in a stressful situation, I am really graceful under pressure. But a closed one saying one negative word would put my heart on a race. <br /><br />I basically am discovering how I function in life and even how exactly I like my silly lemon soda. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It's an amusing process. And it's ever so ongoing. I'm seeing it, observing it and acknowledging things as a third person even, at times. It needs watering with good feelings</span>–<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">regularly, it needs building a strong support system</span>–<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">people to fall back on, it needs forgiveness and a heart as light as a box of tissues, and as warm as gooey brownies. It requires you to be gentle with yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br />I am kinda on the other side of the grass</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3b3e4d; font-family: "akkuratpro"; font-size: 16px;">–</span>rather of this garden I've planted, you know. I feel relaxed. I am in sync with myself and I am moving at my own pace. I am not bothered about turning twenty-eight and I won't shy away from talking about it now. I, in fact, feel good to be twenty-eight. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Investing in myself has made me confident and crazy. And t</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">his awareness of self has brought me more life and less rush. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In retrospect, I see how well I've evolved. It makes me feel good, and proud, and happy. It makes me feel close to myself. I trust myself with my life more now, I don't freak out much</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3b3e4d; font-family: "akkuratpro"; font-size: 16px;">–</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">even if I do, I can calm myself down easily. I deal with people better because I'm at peace with myself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I never thought I'd think all this or like this in my early twenties. At that time, a single thought of late-twenties used to freak me out. Haha. But here I am and trust me, it's all chill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It may sound alien or fancy or aspirational or the feelings might just sound basic. But these just sound mine to me. I have me. And I think that is the most beautiful thing ever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Some nights take me back to the cosy feeling of having you by my side. It would make me miss you, but I rather keep the comfort of your memories closer, than brood over your absence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Some nights are restless like the fidget after a fight – turning sides and sitting uptight. Lying down again to sleep, but feeling every ounce of the existing havoc. Sometimes, I even hear the rattles in the dreams and wake up aghast. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />Sometimes, there's a cloud hovering right above me, ready to just rip apart and drench me with the thoughts of how I'd survive without you. More of, how you'd survive without me. On some nights, there's rain in the bed, too.<br /><br />But some nights, there's all of this. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The comfort, the longing. <br />The tears, the agony. <br />The love, the memories. <br />The moments, the pain. <br />And more. A lot more. </span></div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-59726296775814900652017-08-01T01:32:00.000+05:302017-08-03T16:15:59.543+05:30Full Circle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">To where we end</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You beautifully done places, how have you been?<br />How has the footfall been recently? Is it good, like the time you opened up? Or the new café round the corner has stolen your thunder? Never mind! Another café will be taking it's place sooner.<br /><br />I am sure you must be still shining with all those fancy lights in the evening. But you guys need to hide (read, remove) that dingy lil painting now. Your couches are wearing out too. Take care of yourselves, no? <br /><br />How is Ms. Kitchen doing? Serving the same old items? Whatever happened to new introductions and "today's special" gestures?<br />And OMG! I totally forgot, whatever happened to taste? Stopped serving it all of a sudden, didn't we?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I come here for a freshly brewed machine coffee. Also, nicely done coffee. The one you proudly show in the amazing pictures in your ads. Get me? The one that has hearts and trees and butterflies and bees on them. Oh those pictures are from the internet? Oops, my bad.<br /><br />Let's skip talking about the core authentic food already... but even the taste of your pizzas and pastas, burgers and noodles is also so Indian. I love my country and I'm proud of it's rich and varied heritage, much inspired are we? <br />And talk about the quantity of your food. It's not even stomach-filling yaa.. Nevertheless, you conveniently charge a bomb for it.<br /><br />Have you ever thought of the music you play? The music has to be soft and melodious.. But you'd play Honey Singh or similar. Like seriously, who plays Dope-shope and Chittiyaan Kallaiyaan in a café? <br />Sab khairiyat toh hai na, bhai?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Dear Café Owners,</i><br />Have you ever visited your café through somebody else's eye?<br />I bet, anybody would tell you how much you NEED to train your staff.<br />I am sure you must have tasted stuff to keep a check but most of the times, I think you take your customers - people who give you business and also, keep you in business - way too lightly. <br />Café business is just not about coffee and food. People visit cafés for experiences. <br />Don't forget that if even a couple of bad experiences are able to voice out well, they can cost you a fall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This girl was just meant to happen to me. She walked in my life like she already belonged there. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just came in and fitted in the life's puzzle perfectly. Within a week, we struck a bond and we knew there's no looking back then...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We have an unbeatable chemistry. She's the 3 AM friend. I can talk my heart out to her. About silly moments and random people and she'll take it all. Understand what I exactly want to say and remember all those people too. We could talk non-stop. In fact, our conversations are the most beautiful element of our bond. From emotions to general knowledge, from social issues of the world to latest crushes; from spirituality to gossip and sweet somethings; from business updates to relationships, life, and shit; from secrets & friends to love, philosophies and family; from behaviors to arts, music and (Well, some I'd rather not mention here :P) — we can talk about any goddamn thing in the world. The best part is that I really don't have to explain her everything. She understand things on her own. And that too, exactly the way I would wanna tell her. Maybe, because she's like that too. Maybe, that's why I call her my alter ego.<br><br>With her, it has always been easy. very easy. No chaos, no misunderstandings, no cold wars, no communication gaps. We could fight openly, shout at each other with all the rights and we'd still know that nothing's gonna change. I know she'll always be there. For ever. <br><br>She's an inspiration and there's a hell lot of things to learn from her. <i>(Persistence, execution of ideas and waking up early top the list.)</i></span><br>
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</i>I would have said all this even on our convocation because even two full years is a very small time to spend with her. <i>Abhi toh</i> we gotta live all those dreams that we've seen together. (All the travel dreams are definitely happening.)<br>Yes, I am gonna miss her wayyyy too much. The void is gonna be there. But I'm beyond happy for her. She's gonna be where she always wanted to be. So today, when she's starting the journey of her dreams, I just wanna wish her all the best things under the sun. <br>I'm so proud of you! Give your best to that 'white uniform' and go, live your dreams! Big big bigggg hugs. Shine on, bitch! :*</span><br>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-24891846751756630952014-04-27T20:57:00.001+05:302014-04-27T20:57:41.654+05:30Only You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wish you could see me right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you would have, you would have noticed my lips before anything else.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And I would have seen the most honest smile of yours, as if you're proud of them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Or a naughty smile, about the thoughts of eating them already.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Either this, or you would have asked "You used a lip color, didn't you?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You would have noticed my smile and would have said, "It's nothing in comparison to the smile you gave me in the room. That was the widest."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You would have noticed my hair. And like always, removed the band and loosened my curls.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You would have ruffled them, pushed a few strands of my hair on my face and then slowly tucked them behind my ear getting all romantic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You would have noticed my dangling earrings and admired them. You would have even bent down a bit to kiss me below my right ear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Or perhaps, you would have just noticed the extra kohl in my eyes today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had taken up this challenge long back but dropped it. Now continuing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Among all those, Rishta.com will always top my list.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The chic, sincere, well organised, workaholic<i> Isha</i> (Shruti Seth) and the hot, witty, flirty, never-ready-for-commitment <i>Rohan</i> (Kavi Shastri) made the perfect bosses of this matrimonial agency, Rishta.com.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I personally loved this series for two reasons-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i><u>One:</u></i></b> The beautiful portraying of Isha and Rohan's different perceptions about the life and situations. Total opposite personalities but, the bond rocked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not to forget, their verbal wrestles were a total hit for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okayy! Make it <u><b><i>three</i></b></u><i><u>!</u> </i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Because you just cannot miss Kavi Shastri - his hot personality, his witty sense of humor and of course, his accent. Oh and also his smile, his charm, his way with girls, and his .. you see, I can go on and on and on. I still have a bigg crush on him and it will last forever. :P</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No kidding! I have downloaded the entire series for him! [Those interested, can contact me! ;)] </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It showed seven ordinary people- Asmin, Haryaksh, Drishika, Mastishk, Varya, Eklavya and Hriday- bestowed with different extra ordinary powers to fight against the evil on earth and solving the <i>Ashvamedh</i> prophesy in connection to Mahabharata. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With the help of the nine </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">books that taught them nine new abilities and powers, and their two guardians Shunya and Shlok, they defeat the villain Asht and return back to their normal life after Shlok deletes their memory.</span><br />
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-16668306036087323672013-11-23T01:05:00.000+05:302013-12-02T21:43:33.671+05:30Talk to the hand.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have no huge story of how we became friends. <br />It was the first semester of our graduation. August 2010.<br />After one of the last lecture of one of the initial days of August, while we were moving out of our class, I noticed he was walking right behind me. I made up my mind, just turned around and said, <br />"Hi! I am Priyanka."<br />"Hi! Sahil."<br />We shook hands and started talking on the way to the parking. From that day, we haven't stopped ever! <br />We talk and blabber and debate and argue and bore each other till death. <i>Because mutual pakana is important!</i><br />We can talk about anything and everything under the sun. And have conversations that only we both can understand while sitting in a group. (Yes! I know, I know that's rude. But nobody else seems to understand what we are talking about. :P)<br />We make the best team for projects, assignments. Probably because, <i>hamare nakhre sirf ham dono hi jhel sakte hain. Baki koi toh hamare naam ki supari de dega.</i> :P </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He has to make fun of everything I do.<br />Three years of graduation have made me realize that this guy is just impossible!<br />I just keep praying to God for these two more years of post graduation now. :P<br /><br />Yes, I have a million and ten complains with this guy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>[Please start coming for movies on time!]</i><br />But then again, those are written on a never ending scroll, neatly rolled and dumped in the sea because it doesn't matter. For I know, he'll be there always.<br />We all have that one person whom we call stupid names, abuse in their face, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I guess, best friends are like that!<br /><br />So this one's for you, bitch! Today when you turn.. what 47? I wish you all the happiness of the world. <br /><br />Stay awesome! Happy Birthday! :D</span><br />
Oh and he, also, is a blogger (<a href="http://sahilchandwani.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">His Blog</a>). :)<br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Our country is a funny one. Actually, people
here are funny. </span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Everybody will go around calling Manmohan Singh “mute”, “Sonia
Gandhi’s puppet”, etc., but when questioned, we won’t even know the reasons why he is
where he is or simpler, even his powers. </span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When questioned about how Congress is
formed, we go blank but we abuse them openly. </span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When Sachin Tendulkar played,
made records, and won laurels for the country, he was made the God. But we
wanted him to retire because he was aging. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Mahendra Singh Dhoni was the best
captain team India could ever have until we lost some series back to back. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">We
think Akshay Kumar is an entertainer, but not an actor. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">It's so easy to question a classmate's or a colleague's character if we know of their drinking/ smoking habits. </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">A friend who has loved and lost or cheated upon or got ditched and that's why has been dating more than a couple of people is easily tagged with various names that I wouldn't want to mention here. </span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A boy and a girl
sitting in a coffee shop have to be a couple always. Why they being friends or simply cousins are faraway thoughts? </span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And if we see any mis-matched couple on a marriage reception
stage, we immediately assume, “Love Marriage hogi!” or “<i>Dahej kam dena pada hoga</i>!”
or any other silly reasons. </span></span><br />
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Sorry, <b>judgments</b>. <br />
What I really want to say by quoting these examples is that we people, judge anything and everything. It seems we have taken the freedom of
expression way too seriously. As if, it’s a ritual!<br />We could go and
bag the Nobel Prize for it. (If there will be one such ever.)<br />
We have a habit of giving out our opinions regarding anything, whether
asked or not for it. We just want to say because we want to be seen or noticed
or considered a part of the group. We won’t ever have valid points to debate
but will keep on shouting just for the sake of it. <br />
It is true that we have a real hard time accepting things as and what they are. Be
it be anything.<br /><br />I guess before concluding anything about anyone, one should really not be cynical. </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">And we shouldn't bind ourselves to judgments</span><span style="line-height: 18px;">. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">After all, we hardly know about their journey.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b style="font-style: italic;">Logon ki aadatien galat ho iska matlab ye nahi ki log bhi galat hote hain..</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Issued in public interest. ;)</span></span>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-5228390044786207882013-07-20T23:38:00.000+05:302013-08-10T13:10:30.047+05:30Marine Drive (The flip side.)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>[Read the first part, the girl's words - <a href="http://priyankadharamsi.blogspot.in/2013/07/nariman-point.html">here.</a> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>These words are from the guy of the same story. </i></span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Co -authored by a very very dear friend.]</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /> You hugged me. The hug seemed like it was all over, like it was the last one that I'd ever get from you. I sensed it was all falling apart. You had started walking away. I gathered all the courage I could and called out your name. <br /> The Marine Drive suddenly got a lot more freezing. Shivering breezes started flowing around, and you froze right at your spot, however, not ready to turn around. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I ran to you, walked close and held on to your hand. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><br />I couldn't voice the words that the heart yearned to say -<i>"Wait! Don't just walk out on me. Please?"</i><br /> I just stood there, holding your hand, unable to utter a word still; looking into your eyes in a hope that you'd read mine.<br /><br /> Every day I wake up to your text, that one message which wishes me a Good Morning. <br /> Today, I felt like I was missing something, missing a part of me perhaps.. It was that one message I was missing. Your message. <br />It felt incomplete. I felt completely lost.<br /><br /> Yesterday, it all just slipped away and I may have lost my control but I couldn't just tell you what I felt. I kept asking myself; whether I was too harsh on you, if I was right to be mad at you and not reply to your continuous texts and calls. <br /> But, I was angry. It was not a petty issue. Maybe it was negligible for you; but for me, it was much more. I still can't just find a way to let you know how much I care for you. I just hope you'll understand. I know that I've hurt you, I shouldn't have over reacted. <br /> But, sweetheart, I am sorry.. I really am!<br /> <br /> Even I miss your nonstop chatter. I miss the way you make me listen to your endless random stories. I miss you pause when I react to some of your stories. And, I miss your chuckle at my "Ohh ho!". <br /> Yes, I miss the nonstop texting I had. <br /> I miss us both asking random and, sometimes, stupid questions; but answering all of them.<br />I miss...well, You. <br />In a matter of just one day! Amusing, this attachment! <br /><br />I look at you. Again.. And somehow feel, that I shouldn't leave you on your own, not today.. <br />Perhaps, you just need this cajoling. Maybe, you want me to make you talk. <br />I feel like if I don't try <i>today</i>, this would just add up to my regrets all the more.<br />I feel like if I don't make you stay <i>today</i>, I'd be pushing you away a lot more.<br /><br /> I give you a hug and whisper in your ears.<br />Even a midst all the noise around us — of the vendors, of the traffic, of the people — we both have found our own solace in each other's arms.<br /> <br /> I do look up at the sky only to smile at it.<br /> Alas! I am killing my ego, one day at a time.</span></div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-39405825007102484262013-07-03T22:45:00.000+05:302013-07-21T00:26:59.271+05:30Marine Drive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We both walked the promenade, and are now sitting on the pavement, facing the beautiful sea.<br />I am trying, to get you talk to me; but, it's all in vain. I am telling you my stupid stories. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You chuckle a bit. But, again get back in the same mood. I am reading out our old chats to you, reminding you of a beautiful moment we shared. It doesn't affect you.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I go silent wondering my mistake might have been a huge one and that is why such reactions from you. I try to recall things from the last night's chat. I think that it was a petty thing. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You really should have forgiven me. But, I look at you, and you look away. I know I'm not forgiven. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />I don't know what to do. It seems impossible to coax you into talking it out. I feel helpless.<br />I look at the sea and the city that has connected us. <br /><br />I miss you talk. I miss you listen to my stories. I miss you react and want to listen more. And, I miss you talk about your office stories. Though, there really are none. All you keep telling me is that it was a boring day. I miss the non stop texting I had with you. I miss us both asking random and, sometimes, stupid questions; but answering all of them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I miss...well, You. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />In a matter of just one day! Funny, this attachment! <br /><br />I look at you again.. And somehow feel, I should leave you on your own.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Perhaps, you don't need this cajoling. Maybe, you don't want to talk, not today. <br />I feel like a drop in the ocean holding back to add in more.<br />I feel like a drop in your ocean holding back to push it more.<br /><br />I give you a hug and leave without making an eye contact.<br />Even a midst all the noise around us — of the vendors, of the traffic, of the people — we both have nurtured personal commotions in our heads.<br /><br />I do turn around only to see you looking at the sea.<br />Alas! I am losing it to your ego, one day at a time.</span></div>
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<br />PS: You can read the guy's side of the story <a href="http://priyankadharamsi.blogspot.in/2013/07/marine-drive-flip-side.html">here</a>. </div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-28823122558172896412013-03-30T04:46:00.000+05:302013-09-26T23:12:14.916+05:30Holding on!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />While he was leaving, he stopped at the door, turned around and stepped forward. <br />We hugged.<br />I couldn't let go of him for some minutes.<br />We were talking while in that hug. Talking about how things will change in a matter of some 3-4 years and how we both won't be able to help it. I'll be gone. We could not be meeting. What when we'll need each other at times when we'll be low?<br />Conversations and messages will reduce. 'Keeping in contact' will fade sooner or later.<br />Of course, the love will stay. The bond cannot be changed ever. His place in my life cannot be replaced.<br />He's the best friend I've ever had. That fact is not gonna change.<br />But, come to think of it practically, everything will change. <br /><br />I think I thought a million thoughts while being in that five minutes hug. But could share with him only ten of those thoughts.<br />Yes, the heart was so full that the eyes overflowed.<br /><br />He sat me down. Tried calming me. I wasn't sad or upset. I had just got emotional.<br />He told me he had the best thing to cheer me up. And with that he pulled out a paper from his wallet.<br />A page that comes straight from his diary that we all had filled in when we were in class 9th...<br />He, since then, has kept that folded page as a souvenir in his wallet. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That page dates back to 2007. And it still preserves my handwriting in black ink.<br />There! That guy had the best prick to burst the bubble of my emotions.<br />I held it for ten seconds. Just scanned it. Didn't have the courage to read it. <br />Still, the mere feel of that old paper and of that old cherished friendship made me break down..<br /><br />And he? He was laughing hard looking at me crying like a baby..<br />I hit him several times and started laughing along.<br />I was stupidly switching between breaking into tears and breaking into laughter every ten seconds.<br />I was cursing him for showing me that page, loving him for staying, hitting him for laughing at me and just hugging him for no reason ..<br /><br />You know, <br />there are moments in your life when you want the time to pause..<br />And there are moments when you want to capture a moment and lock it in an air tight jar so that you don't lose them ever..<br /><br />I still don't know which one I would have opted for this particular moment I shared with him.<br /><br />Some things are so beautiful that you are just left speechless.</span><br />
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(This story was <a href="http://wordweavers.in/flash_fiction_2013_shortlisted_17.html" target="_blank">shortlisted </a>under the category of Flash Fiction for the online writing contest '<a href="http://wordweavers.in/" target="_blank">Wordweavers</a>' held every year by the University of Mumbai's Department of English Alumni.)<br />
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-46919586929896659542013-02-13T00:22:00.003+05:302013-04-18T02:12:58.899+05:30Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />You know, I had given up hopes on him. Lost it to his indecisiveness, to his ignorance and to his casual behavior towards our relationship. I used to cry my nights thinking about the love we shared, the promises, all the good memories with him and then why he was behaving so. I used to ask myself repeatedly, what went wrong? What went SO wrong?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />But he just didn't seem to bother. He didn't even have the time to talk, to sort it out. I was just waiting for his one call-one call full of his explanations, his reasons, his endless requests for forgiveness, and loads of new promises, loads of Baby-I'll-never-do-this-again s and we'll be fine. I'll forgive him and we'll start it fresh. Love all over again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Those four months went into nothingness. I cut myself from the world. Friends had complaints. Mum was worried. I just didn't know what to do. I didn't want to talk to any friend about it either. Maybe, didn't want to hear what my brain already knew and the heart wouldn't just accept. Everybody would say "Amy, it's time you stop thinking about it. He's not worth it." "Why are you wasting your time on it?" "Have you seen yourself?" "You've lost it!" "He doesn't just deserve you."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">26th May. Two days before my goddamn birthday. That was the day. I was done with it. How did the birthday matter anyway now! <br />At 02 hours, I called him up, woke him up from his bloody sleep and told him that I'm calling it off with him. I was crying a lot. Can hardly remember what I talked to him about. Or if I spoke up what was on my mind or if I complained or if I made him count every mistake of his. I don't remember anything at all. Went to sleep directly then. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Morning saw me the worst ever. I couldn't see myself in the mirror. I had swollen eyes, messy hair, dizzy walk and a severe headache. I checked my phone. Damn! My eyes hurt too. No missed calls. 3 msgs. None of them were from Tanmay. It hurt. Which one hurt more, the head or the heart, I don't know. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I quickly escaped everybody's eyes and went for a bath. <br />One hour bath. One hour breakfast.<br />Mum was continuously complaining. I was hardly listening. I could think about the song " Numb"'s video. It showed something similar. It was a mirror of my feelings too!<br />I was cursing myself for still expecting a text/ call from him. <br />For a moment, nothing moved. Everything was stationary.<br />The next moment, everything was spinning around. The chairs, the sofa, the TV, mum, me!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Till afternoon, I had had 4 huge chocolate bars. I didn't know what else to do. <br />I paced from the room to the hall all day long. Cried on the terrace, in the washroom, while watching stupid serials. Missed every friend's call. Ignored every text. Flipped channels. Ate ice cream. Put extra kohl in my eyes. Yelled at mum. Banged doors. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The commotion inside was creating a chaos outside too.<br />Aggrrhhhhh! I was restless. Anxious. Depressed. Hurt. Agitated. Frustrated. In rage. In pain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wanted to break out on the streets and shout! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wanted to throw my phone for not flashing a call with his name.. and his picture, too. <br /><br /><b><i>To be continued...</i></b></span></div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-60599807672263675462013-02-06T23:56:00.003+05:302015-10-10T00:11:17.235+05:30A perpetual conversation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />20th January 2013.<br />00:44 hours<br /><br />Right now, I don't want to tell you how good this day was. I know I am one lazy ass.<br />I am grateful for today. <br />But, my heart is heavy and I can't really conclude the reason/s. I just had a chat with him on WhatsApp. I hate to admit this but he's one person I cannot stay mad at. <br />He was pissing me off with every next statement of his but I still continued the chat. <br /><i>It's rude to hang up on somebody, no? Besides, his opinions really matter to me. </i><br />Then why does he has to say things that hurt me?? <br />Argghh! I want to punch him, hold his collar and ask him what does he want!! <br />He can't talk straight to me ever? For once, tell me things sweetly? I wonder does he even has that side?!<br /><i>Oh of course he does! Haven't you seen him when he gets all protective and caring for you? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Whatever! You please don't consider his once-in-a-lifetime-gestures an achievement!<br /><i>He must be concerned and worried himself...</i><br />Stop it girl! This angel voice is irritating me all the more!<br /><i>*Silence*</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't know what and how much I mean to him. I don't even know why it's bothering me so much. Or that why he means this much to me. I cannot even say things that confidently as he could say about me. How do I find it out after all?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><i>But, he has been there!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Or maybe I've always dragged him along?</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />Or maybe I've always lived with this<i> illusion</i>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't know!<br />I don't knowwwwww!!!<br />All this is so irritating. I don't even know what's irritating me exactly!<br />And that's more irritating! Damn!!<br /><br />I want to know! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I want to know what's with me and this mystery regarding him.<br />I. want. to. know.</span></div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-83000911334393296162013-02-03T00:07:00.000+05:302013-02-03T11:19:36.217+05:30Day 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I named my blog <b>"Ripples of my thoughts"</b> because.. my blog. Haha. :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, I like the concept of ripples. You just slightly touch the water and it sends out beautiful and long lasting ripples till the end. <br /> I loved to fantasize this for my thoughts as well. <br /> Watching the ripples happen or making them happen gives a strange and subtle joy -maybe I could term it contentedness- just like you get after watching a beautiful sunset or a pretty sunflower field. <br /> My blog has always been the same for me. Hence the name. :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I always wanted to write whatever
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Facebook status updates were one way to express but that time it limited the
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Especially when I had so much to tell every single time... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Every time I wrote a status update,
Facebook asked me to cut down on the characters. That was such a hard
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Somewhere, squeezing the update to 420 characters
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And so I started with my
journey of blogging.<br />
Every time I had something amazing or unusual happening in my life, I made a
silent note in my mind to preserve it through my words.<br />
Sometimes, I couldn't write it. The other times(/memories/thoughts) have been
penned down in the form of various posts on this blog. :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wrote all this in my
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-13102059097685748702013-02-01T23:37:00.000+05:302013-02-26T00:36:34.488+05:30Day 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://priyankadharamsi.blogspot.in/2013/01/the-30-day-blog-challenge.html" target="_blank">*The 30 Day Blog Challenge*</a></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I thought a lot but couldn't come up with a good introduction. (Honest!)<br />So, for now, refer to my blogger profile. <br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>1.</b> </span><span style="text-indent: -24px;">I can tackle any situation except when I am hungry. Hunger makes me cranky.</span></span><br />
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very particular about my things. Touch them without my permission, and you’ll be
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>5.</b></span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> I can talk to anybody and everybody. Yes,</span> if I am standing in a queue, I’ll break the ice and start talking to the person behind me. (The one standing ahead of me is usually never interested. I have no idea why!) I can practically start a conversation within 15 seconds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Because, I don’t like the awkward silences. I like smiles and importantly, ease and comfort around. So I create it. Simple! And how much ever risky/stupid it sounds and seems, but I don’t hesitate to strike conversations with the co passengers, store owners, waiters and even the <i>sabjiwalas</i>.</span></div>
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multitask a lot. I can do a lot of jobs at one time efficiently. I can even
talk with two people on different topics, even be angry at one and laugh at a
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-6262250032426835362013-01-22T19:50:00.002+05:302013-01-22T20:03:47.784+05:30The 30 Day Blog Challenge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I came across this on a fellow blogger's blog and since I think I have run out of topics to write about, I am starting up with this challenge. :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And I am not taking up this challenge alone. Tanya is my partner all the way! :D</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You can read her blog posts <a href="http://my-summer-eyes.blogspot.in/">here.</a> </span><br />
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<b><i>The 30 Day blog Challenge</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 2: </b>Meaning behind your blog name and why you started blogging</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 3:</b> Favorite TV shows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 4:</b> Your favorite books</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 5:</b> Your family</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 6:</b> 10 of your favorite things</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 7:</b> Favorite movies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 8:</b> A place you've traveled to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 9:</b> About your friends</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 10:</b> Things you're afraid of</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 11:</b> Views on drugs and alcohol</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 12:</b> Your zodiac sign, and how it fits your personality</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 13:</b> Things you are OCD about</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 14:</b> Your favorite memory as a kid</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 15:</b> Top Ten Favorite Songs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 16: </b>Things you want to say to 5 different people</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 17: </b>Things you are currently worried about</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 18:</b> Things you have learnt this year</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 19:</b> Pictures of 5 celebrities you find attractive</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 20: </b>Your day, in great detail</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 21:</b> Things you want to say to an ex</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 22:</b> Your worst habits</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 23: </b>10 ways to win your heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 24:</b> 5 things that never fail to make you feel better</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 25:</b> Any other career you could pick apart from your current one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 26: </b>Weird things you do when you are alone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 27: </b>Someone who fascinates you and why</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 28: </b>Kind of people you hate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 29: </b>Somethings you regret</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Day 30:</b> Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.</span><br />
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A special thank you note to all the people who've been waiting for my posts. I am back with a bang! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I just watched this
movie right now.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0343660/">50
First Dates</a></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">.<br />
Okay, I know, I am
very late. Don't get started on it.<br />
But, I'm here to
write something about it. [If I don't, I'll carry this heaviness for some days.]<br />
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So, the movie is
about Henry Roth, a man afraid of commitment until he meets the beautiful
Lucy. They hit it off and Henry think he's finally found the girl of his
dreams, until he discovers that she has </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Goldfield's Syndrome</span>, a <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">short-term memory loss which makes her forget him the
very next day of their first meet. (Yes, ouch!)</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><br />
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<a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">She just remembers some October date, the day it was her father's birthday. The same day she meets with an accident. It was that that she can't create any new memories after the mishap. So, every day, to keep her away from the shock, her father and brother </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">celebrate the same rituals of the
father's birthday. It then shows how this doesn't stop Henry and he meets her
in a different way (even after being w</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">arned by her bro and dad to keep away
from her), wins her heart from the scratch. Every single day.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span>Henry comes up with an idea to make a video explaining to Lucy her accident and their relationship and play it every morning for her.<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
At the end they
marry, with Lucy every morning freaking out on how she is in a
stranger's home (and bed) and he calming her down with the 'Good Morning Lucy' video tape. They even
have a daughter! </span></span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">(YES!)</span><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZCjPjUl0H0/UJl1DkpDdmI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G2e_K_6_Wmc/s1600/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZCjPjUl0H0/UJl1DkpDdmI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G2e_K_6_Wmc/s1600/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZCjPjUl0H0/UJl1DkpDdmI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G2e_K_6_Wmc/s200/Holly-Gerry-3-ps-i-love-you-9313830-382-438.jpg" width="174" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I mean, wow! Such a wonderful fantasy!<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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But.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Fantasy.</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> Yes.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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That's where I want
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<br />I am perfectly happy
being single or in a relationship, but these romantic movies are so beyond
perfect that what you have, feels less already.<br />
Everything is so
beautiful, so smooth and we know, will be great at the end to make a perfect
'happy ending'. They are filled with handsome heroes, beautiful heroines, loads
of love, hugs, kisses, cuddles, love making scenes, picturesque landscapes,
beautiful homes and so many oh-I-want-to-live-this-fairy-tale fantasies that
makes you hate what you have.<br />
It also makes you
feel sad.<span class="apple-converted-space"> To name the silliest reason</span>- It makes you feel sad because the movie reminded you of all
that your boyfriend doesn't do for you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I watched<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0431308/">P.S.
I Love You</a></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">, I was dreaming continuously for 2 days around
and about some If's- IF I had a life like this or IF I had a guy like Gerry or
IF I will get letters like those or IF I could fight and make up like that or
IF I could take a trip to Ireland like that or IF somebody knew me that well or
IF I was so much in love or IF, IF and IF... It was endless. Oh not to forget,
the creepy thoughts of what IF I am left alone like this or what IF I'll be so
dependent on him or what IF the person that can help me with recovering from
the loss then is only him or what IF, IF and IF...This was endless too.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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Sure, you could
tell me- It's just a movie, Pri. What's so much fuss about? or tell me that
I am thinking wayy too much. Yes I am. But then, everybody does think. Mine
just lasted longer to blog about it.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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watched <i>If Only</i> or <i>The Notebook</i> or <i>Remember Me</i> (to name a few). But, isn't it a
good thing?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
Romantic movies,
for me, are no good idea. Melodrama, sentiments, emotions, and longing- they
bring in my life all sorts of clutter and excess baggage. Which is heavy too.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span></div>
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-12592145671196230892012-10-10T18:19:00.001+05:302012-10-10T18:47:45.787+05:30R o l l e r c o a s t e r s<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://www.stratabridge.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Transformation-Grandma-Quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.stratabridge.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Transformation-Grandma-Quote.jpg" width="280" /></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Roller Coasters. Hell of a ride.<br />They take you up to your maximum. Bring you down to your minimum. Mediocre levels too. <br />They strain you and stir you up. You begin to feel as if you'll never see another chance. <br />You scream out loud for help, but only you can listen to that.<br />And the public? They'll only get entertained by your ride.<br /><br />Sometimes, all you can do through that time is- smile. <br />Just flash a nice, stunning smile towards the sky.<br />It will be hard.. Maybe very hard. <br />But at the end of the day, or the least, at the end of that <b><i>phase</i></b>, you'll come out smiling. <br />Trust Him, believe in yourself, hold on to your seat and smile through that r o l l e r c o a s t e r.<br />Because, the crux is- sooner or later, it is gonna STOP.<br /><br />:)<br /><br /><b>"I like the roller coaster. You get more out of it."</b></span><br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9wUhTfoIxA/UHVuKqyS9TI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f1YkTKqcxu4/s1600/6a010536340e31970b0133f21ddcd6970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9wUhTfoIxA/UHVuKqyS9TI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f1YkTKqcxu4/s1600/6a010536340e31970b0133f21ddcd6970b-800wi.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh and,<br />many times, in between all the roller coasters of your life, the person sitting next to you goes on to become your friend, and you happen to hold his hand on the journey back home.<br /><br />Did you just think of somebody right now and smile? </span><br />
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-89649870925672411242012-09-21T01:02:00.000+05:302012-10-15T21:37:07.936+05:30Godammit! Writeee!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes, this is what my instinct has been shouting out to me since some days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nor that I don't want to write or I'm running away from it but I just don't know why I am not writing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maybe laziness. Maybe lack of time. Oh wait! I have a lot of time. But then don't know what.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I sit and keep thinking. Keep thinking bout different perceptions of a single event or about a person or a happening. I find it all so interesting. And whenever I do, I (like a boss) make a mental note of blogging it. But, *sigh*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love writing. It is a beautiful thing. It's the best way of expression. And it makes me feel light. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And it's beautifully quoted by Mason Cooley-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So here I am, to put up this poster for myself and remind myself that I need to stop framing my thoughts every time just in my mind and for goodness, write them down. Here, on my blog or in my diary.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Or at least save it in the notes of my phone? Hmmm. :)</span><br />
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Priyanka Dharamsihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943724298868333noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2577133964159810191.post-27666845725837338452012-09-04T22:50:00.001+05:302013-12-04T19:55:26.827+05:30Freelosophy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sometimes you cannot control all the situations of your life. You
cannot be a control freak every single time. Things have to go wrong and people
have to change. [As clichéd as it may sound, it's the way it (read, life) is.]<br />
You have to go out of your way to face some things.<br />
Yeah, so even if it hurts you and you have to hold yourself together while
doing that, some decisions<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>need</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>to be taken and some stories<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>should</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">People will change. Maybe, it's not their fault. Or maybe, it is.
But in the end, you alone have to fight for yourself. And it's not like people
don't give a damn about you.<br />
They’d always be interested in your life. Remember, I said interested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And that interest will multiply if your life is off track.
#TrueStory<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So why show the world you’re vulnerable?<br />
One second! You’re not.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So stop underestimating. Stop demeaning. Stop giving the world
your negativity. Stop analyzing things and please, stop finding a reason behind
all the happenings of your life.<br /> You’re not God to know everything. Face the
reality. Before that, accept it.<br />And let it go. Start living your life. Don’t just let it pass.</span><br />
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Talk to your best friend or to somebody from your family or to your close
friends.<br />
Cry your heart out. And then close those chapters then and there. You and your
friend can maybe bonfire on them, you know! :)</span><br />
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But don’t carry it forward. Sustaining it will make heavy space in your mind
and heart. Like they say, keep the glass down.<br />
I agree it’s impossible to completely chuck it in the dustbin and move on. The
memories linger. But then, why let the suitcase of bad memories lead?<br />
Yeah, life is too short to wake up with regrets. And befittingly, <b>Life
is too short to cry over things that went wrong.</b><br />Count your blessings. And when you actually do that, you’ll be amazed at it’s intensity. And you’ll strike a <i>happy </i>realization of you being abundantly blessed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Go out! Celebrate good things, happy memories, wonderful people </span><span style="font-size: large;">*only* </span><span style="font-size: large;">and the power residing
in YOU.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Celebrate and <b>elevate</b> yourself! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">PS, “Life is too short to spend your precious time trying to convince a person who wants to live in gloom and doom otherwise. Give lifting that person your best shot, but don't hang around long enough for his or her bad attitude to pull you down. Instead, surround yourself with optimistic people.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">-Zig Zigler</span><br />
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