tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46705369107229497372024-03-13T21:47:26.946+05:30Yet Another Scribbler!Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-35275852252323471862015-07-06T18:03:00.000+05:302015-07-06T18:03:05.350+05:3010 REASONS WHY KAPIL SHARMA IS A STAR OF THE NATION<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the recent times, we have been hearing one name more often. <i>Har ghar mein ek hi nam</i>. Without much ado, let me introduce you to him..Readers-articles-articles-funny-funny-Kapil-Kapil-Comedy-Comedy-Colors-Colors-Audience-Audience-Kapil-Kapil-we love you.<br />
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1. He is more than just a stand-up comedian. He is a producer, actor, writer and singer too.<br />
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2. The man really knows how to crack up an audience even when he is Bittoo Sharma or Sittoo Sharma.<br />
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3. He won several awards in the entertainment section like Indian Television Academy Awards (2012), CNN-IBN Indian of the Year (2013), BIG Star Entertainment Awards (2013), Star Guild Awards (2014) to name a few.<br />
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4. Bollywood stars themselves approach him to promote their films.<br />
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5. He came to the town of Mumbai with the hope of becoming a singer. Soon he found fans in the form of the legendary Lata Mangeshkar, Sonu Nigam and even the music director duo Salim-Sulaiman.<br />
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6. He also made to the Forbes India's Celebrity list which has prominent names like Shah Rukh Khan, Sachin Tendulkar, Amitabh Bachchan, Ranbir Kapoor, Katrina Kaif and Virat Kohli.<br />
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7.He is one of India's most eligible bachelors<br />
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8. Who doesn't want to respect a hard working man! Kapil Sharma did not earn his fame overnight. Of course, we all know that. But did you know that he struggled for survival with odd jobs like working in a PCO, picked up crates of cold drinks and even worked in a cloth mill. He even worked 10 years in a theater, sometimes even without pay? He believes in counting each experience as a stepping stone to success.<br />
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9. He started his career with a show Hasde Hasounde Raho (1996) with MH1.<br />
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10. He won many hearts with his stand-up comedy acts in Star One's The Great Indian Laughter Challenge show, Sony Entertainment's Comedy Circus and a few others. But he rose to fame with his own show Comedy Nights with Kapil in Colors, that topped the charts and earned high TRPs since its first episode. </div>
Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-20547258635883868772015-01-12T21:26:00.001+05:302015-01-12T21:27:28.908+05:30SIMPLE REASONS WHY I KEEP FALLING FOR HRITHIK ROSHAN OVER AND OVER AGAIN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li>He can act, dance, look good, play any kind of role. And did I say he can dance?</li>
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Agreed, there are a few movies that did not do well in the box office. But then he looks like this!! And I am in love with him again.<br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-49750445439641292972013-06-29T15:28:00.000+05:302013-06-30T13:26:14.348+05:30Time to Repay: 55 Fiction & Limerick<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A picture is worth 55 words:<br />
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For the deeds done by the mankind, your end is near<br />
Is that why Nature, you take so many lives without fear?<br />
Your anger is justified and I don't blame you<br />
In the end, it is me that every man has to pass through<br />
For now, take me with you, spare the innocent, my dear.<br />
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But 55 thousand + such pictures means only 1 word<br />
Loss<br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-20268607763103865812013-06-29T14:45:00.003+05:302013-07-07T00:17:59.915+05:30Everlasting Love - Rain, Tea, Me! : 55 Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On a rainy day, all I want is to take you in my hand, bring you closer to me<br />
An hour ago it happened<br />
I smelled you, felt you, smelled you again<br />
You taste sweet yet hot, you show me pleasure when I need you<br />
Tea!<br />
I love you.<br />
Let's do it one more time!<br />
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This post is a part of <a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/category/write-over-the-weekend-wow" target="_blank">Write Over the Weekend</a>, an initiative for <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" target="_blank">Indian Bloggers</a> by BlogAdda</div>
Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-50541900958462391092013-03-15T13:27:00.001+05:302013-03-15T13:27:34.969+05:30In Love, yet again!Once upon a time, there was a girl called Me. Me was tall, thin,
innocent and just about an average looking girl of her class. Me was an
intelligent girl, topper in her studies. But that was not why she had
friends.<br />
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Me had friends because she had the thickest
and darkest hair, reaching a little above her waist line as compared to
the other girls. All the other girls wore a pony or left their hair
open. A few of course tried some different styles once in a while. But
Me did not. Me went on for 2 straight years with braided hair. Me would
partition her hair, braid tightly and leave them falling off her
shoulders. Me was very happy and in love with her hair.<br />
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But
horrific things began to happen. Me had moved to a different city and
due to changes in weather, food and water, Me's hair started breaking.
Oh, yes! I forgot the "P" word - Pollution. Me's hair became dry and
started to fall apart. She did everything she could do to prevent her
hair from further damage - Regular oiling, frequent hair washes, hair
cuts to avoid split ends, trying 10 different brands of shampoos and
conditioners and straightened her hair too! She also spent hours and
hours together searching articles on Google and tried all that she
could.<br />
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Result - Broom-like hair<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Finally,
Me had realized her mistake. Her mistake was to believe everybody,
follow what others were doing without trying to understand her hair
structure and quality. The hair is more delicate than the skin. Your
hair needs 10 times more care and extra caution than the skin. Just as
you are choosy about your soap/cream/lotion for your skin, you must be
extra choosy about your hair products. Me learnt a solid lesson and is
very careful now :)</span></div>
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Result - <a href="http://www.dove.in/en/Products/Hair-Care/Split-Ends-Rescue/Dove-Split-End-Rescue-Shampoo.aspx" target="_blank">Beautiful hair with beautiful ends</a>. Me can leave her hair open, tie it as a pony or even braid her hair. And once again, Me fell in love :)</div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-9349126032560313172013-03-03T21:28:00.000+05:302013-03-03T21:29:30.304+05:30The Closure!This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 37</b>; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The theme for the month is "Truth is stranger than fiction"<br />
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Suhas was waiting for Sabrina at the beach cafe<br />
He could not let everything fade away<br />
He wanted some answers and needed a closure<br />
For he could not bear that this relationship was becoming a failure<br />
If it needed to end, it will end today and she cannot shut him away.<br />
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Sabrina appears at the twilight,<br />
And suddenly Sushas sees a ray of light<br />
He looks into her beautiful eyes<br />
Innocence, love, warmth he notice they comprise<br />
And recalls how he fell for those eyes, yes it was love at first sight.<br />
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Pulling himself back to reality<br />
He shook hands with her out of formality<br />
He asks Sabrina for an explanation<br />
Why she was ending this relation<br />
Ending it on basis of a different religion seemed such abnormality.<br />
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Sabrina holds his hand, for she knows he is her addiction<br />
Yet she has to leave for she cannot act out of her jurisdiction<br />
She begs and pleads him to accept the truth<br />
Tells him that there is no one to give them ruth<br />
Alas, they have to depart for truth is stranger than fiction.<br />
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8 year old Maya wakes up sweating. She realizes it was the worst dream ever!</div>
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Wagging his tail, Joy comforts the little girl, and points out to a glass of water. </div>
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She smiles, hugs him tightly and says, "You are my favorite toy, Joy! With you in my life, I will never be scared again."</div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-33053974474306188742013-02-24T02:31:00.000+05:302013-02-26T12:06:41.527+05:3052 Weeks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>I</b>t seems to me that only yesterday we
tied the knot<br />
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot,</div>
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When I look back and see, it is only
LOVE I got</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<b>A</b>lthough we fell in love years ago, 5
being the exact time shot</div>
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How and when it happened, our hearts
knew not,</div>
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Smarter that our parents were, they got
us caught</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<b>W</b>ith no other option, our parents
decided one wedding slot</div>
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February 24 was the chosen day, a day
that I waited for a lot, lot, lot,</div>
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It was only you I kept talking about
more often than not</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<b>B</b>ecame busy with my beautician as I
wanted to look pretty, without a beauty spot</div>
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Celebrating your bachelor's party, I
knew somewhere you must be having a taquila shot,</div>
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“Wait, you won't do that”, I
realized on second thought</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>F</b>inally the clock struck the muhurat and we tied the holy knot <br />
In the past, were our sorrows and
difficulties that I happily forgot,</div>
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I am so happy that for the rest of my
life, its all you I have got</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>T</b>hen began my marital life with you and
I followed you trot, trot, trot</div>
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The moment you introduced me to a
family that I always sought,</div>
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I willingly followed your traditions as
I was taught</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<b>D</b>ifficult time suddenly arose and we
were lost in thought</div>
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Yes, It was the time to decide the best
vacation spot!</div>
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Clicked anything and everything in "Google" like a tennis shot</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>H</b>ow days quickly passed by and we never
did or said anything that we must not</div>
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All the quarrels and arguments in the
past became a naught,</div>
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What mattered was the happiness our
relationship bought</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>G</b>ood to know you are reading my poem
and you must like it somewhat</div>
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I will stop writing now and not make
your head hot,</div>
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Let me end by wishing you, “A Happy
1<sup>st</sup> Wedding Anniversary” on the dot</div>
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52 weeks it has been, but doesn't seem
a lot!</div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-24319912390218754482013-01-30T23:02:00.002+05:302013-01-30T23:05:29.428+05:30i10! Make your drive joyous :)<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is my original contribution to the <a href="http://writeuri10story.com/smart_device/contest.php" target="_blank">“Write your i10 story”</a> contest organized by Hyundai Motors India Limited (HMI).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[Airport setup]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ashok impatiently and eagerly waits to receive his elder brother at the airport.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There comes the tall, handsome and confident Anil waving at his brother. Suited up as always.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Obvious moments of hugs and smiles between the brothers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">They drive back in Ashok's new i10, stylish and in demand - like him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[Ashok is to be shown in low waist jeans, a cool Linkin Park t-shirt, and a hat. Here we focus on the exterior aspects of the car, the color, the look, ease in putting Anil’s luggage]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[In the i10]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Quick conversations roll out about Anil's life in the foreign land and his achievements; then turn towards inspiring Ashok to reach heights. Ashok notices that his brother is getting into the lecture mode. So he turns on the AC and immediately puts Anil into a relaxing mode.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[Focus on the AC, Anil’s expressions of relaxation, interiors of the car.]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As they keep talking, Anil notices a speed breaker ahead and asks Ashok to drive on carefully. All Ashok does is just drive. They go over the speed breaker, and do not feel any bump at all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[SharRukh all this while sits in the back seat of the car, invisible to them, of course. Over the speed breaker, ShahRukh’s dialogues: “Oops”! *was that a speed breaker?* he thinks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Focus on comfortable, seating, no bumps, performance.]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It is quite a long journey. A timer keeps running at the bottom of the screen to show how much time they need to reach home. Anil feels tired and faces jet lag. So he stretches his seat to feel more comfortable. He says, “Ashok, I’m off to sleep. Wake me up when we reach home.” Saying so, he takes the hat from his brother, puts over his face, breathes out and sleeps.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[Focus on the mileage and luxury]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Reached.” says Ashok</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once again, ShahRukh appears and says, “i10. Make your drive joyous. Need I say more?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">PS: Shahrukh could play the role of the elder brother. Will work that way too.</span></div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-11580707841988270032013-01-29T11:21:00.000+05:302013-01-30T23:06:34.832+05:30The Promise: 55 Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
20 years have gone by.<br />
Followed you <b>politely </b>and humbly, for I vowed to do so.<br />
Can never forget your <b>icy </b>tone when you talked about parting ways.<br />
How you <b>bragged </b>about our love, everlasting love.<br />
Yet we stand here!<br />
<br />
This day, This moment.<br />
I am all alone.<br />
Chill running down my spine. <br />
All alone.<br />
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***<br />
Contributed for <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2013/01/3ww-cccxiii.html" target="_blank">3 Words Wednesday (3WW)</a>.<br />
This week's words: Brag, Icy, Polite</div>
Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-49308347906763320032012-12-10T14:41:00.000+05:302013-01-30T23:07:00.421+05:30Lesson Learnt: 55 Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The sword fell on the ground with a
loud thud.
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"Why is everything red?"
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Asoka blinks.
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Chopped heads. Ripped hearts. Arms. Legs.
Wiggling thumbs.
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Dipped in <b>fluid</b>, neither black nor
blue
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Dead bodies everywhere! Blood
everywhere
!!</div>
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He decides, “No more <b>battles</b>! This damage cannot be covered. What to do?".</div>
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A voice answers "<b>Harvest</b>. Harvest love."<br />
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Written for <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/12/3ww-cccvi.html" target="_blank">3 Words Wednesday (3WW)</a><br />
This week's words: Battle, Fluid, Harvest<br />
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Notes:<br />
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About Asoka the Great: http://www.culturalindia.net/indian-history/ancient-india/ashoka.html </div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-42789229944649721302012-12-03T16:53:00.003+05:302012-12-11T08:09:35.462+05:30Shop @ Shoppers Stop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This post is a part of <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=69" target="_blank">Shoppers Stop Perfect Look Contest</a>, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">in association with <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/" target="_blank">IndiBlogger</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Knock, knock</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Who's there?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Justin</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Justin who?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just in, all new collection at <a href="http://www.shopperstop.com/" target="_blank">Shoppers Stop</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"A picture says a 1000 words." I have 6 here...My New Year's Eve Look *Dreams* :)</span></div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-44538415717586556752012-12-02T18:23:00.000+05:302012-12-11T08:10:32.874+05:30Silence is a healer: 55 Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">This post is a part of <a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2012/09/28/write-over-the-weekend-wow-indian-blogs" title="WOW">Write Over the Weekend</a>, an initiative for <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" title="Indian Bloggers">Indian Bloggers</a> by BlogAdda</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And is a featured entry now :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ashish was recovering from his head
injury caused by his wife Anita. Not
her. Her insecurity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She wrecked their marriage since the
beginning. He never said a word. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He loved her too much to hurt her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Realizing what she had done, she begged for his forgiveness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“It’s all okay. Let’s start afresh”,
was his reply.</span></div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-59491014146923767762012-12-02T00:19:00.001+05:302012-12-11T08:10:08.813+05:30Stage Fear: 55 Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The theme for the month is "Of-Course, I'm insane"<br />
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I was up next to recite. Brightly lit stage. Sweaty palms. Dry lips.</div>
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Motivated myself, "Are you ready?"</div>
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"Of course, I am ready."</div>
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"Of-Course, I'm insane!" I said aloud.</div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-40951025099670688052012-12-01T23:17:00.002+05:302012-12-11T08:10:23.376+05:30Corporate Moron: 55 Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Bright and confident, Lakshmi waits in the interview room, all set
to discuss her career.<u1:p></u1:p><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>This
is her dream company. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">However, she had
not expected a discussion on her medical illness - HIV. Forty minutes!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">No other subject
related questions asked. None. Forty minutes!!<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Why this
discrimination? But, she knew the result.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Yet another
rejection!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-88693825136747826692012-11-29T22:12:00.001+05:302012-12-11T08:13:25.338+05:30Dream Scream: Micro Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tanya was running fast, so fast that she thought her legs will fall off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sweating, panting, she stops to catch some breath. She knows he is following her. She holds her bag tightly, close to her heart. There is something valuable in there and she needs to bring it to the cottage, else something bad is going to happen. She stops only to look back again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There he is. Closer, much closer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He stretches his hand to take her bag. She closes her eyes, screams for help. He says, "Let it go". </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Nooooooooooooo", she screams again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">She was adamant. She wasn't going to give up so soon. He realizes she needs to keep quiet. And so he slaps her hard and asks to open her eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Withering in pain, she struggles to open her eyes. She</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> look into his eyes. They were not scary, they were comforting. He leans closer, puts his warm hand on her forehead and says, "It is okay, you just had a bad dream. Let go the pillow."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"But Pa, I have to get the bag to the cottage, else they will kill me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It is a pillow. There is no bag. Nobody is going to kill you. It was a nightmare. Now go back to sleep." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She looks around. She was on her bed. It was, indeed her room. She somehow lies down, still scared to close her eyes again. As though he can read her mind, he replies in the same warm voice, "Close your eyes, my princess. It is all going to be okay." Trusting him, she closed her eyes. All she could see was nothing. All she could hear was nothing. All that she felt was...his warm hand still on her forehead. </span><br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-9785166882058042342012-11-25T17:41:00.001+05:302012-12-01T09:17:55.453+05:30Re-living a picture from my ScrapbookThis post is a part of <a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2012/09/28/write-over-the-weekend-wow-indian-blogs" title="WOW">Write Over the Weekend</a>, an initiative for <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" title="Indian Bloggers">Indian Bloggers</a> by BlogAdda
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Aaaaaaaaaand it is a FEATURED ENTRY!!! Woooohoooo.....<br />
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She: "Gawwwd, I hate you so much! Why do you interfere in my life?"<br />
Me: "Because, I AM YOUR SISTER!! I care for you."<br />
She: "Not required, just mind your own business."<br />
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Me: "Give me my clothes back."<br />
She: "Let me wear it na once."<br />
Me: "No, These are mine. You won't touch my clothes again."<br />
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Me: "Wait till I tell mom what you have done."<br />
She: "You are such a tattle-tale. *Mumbles*"<br />
Me: " :O What did you just call me? "Mooooooooooom!!!!"<br />
She: *Rolls her big brown eyes*<br />
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Mom: "Here are some chocolates for you both. Don't fight."<br />
My sister: "Neeta, come let's share"<br />
Me: "Yay! Here, one for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."<br />
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She, yes she! My sister, there were times when she annoyed me so much and could not stop getting on my nerves. We could never stand each other, always quarreled and would always be pulling each others' hair (literally). I would always be the one complaining to my parents about her using all tactics of seeking attention, more so, sympathy from them. God, I loved it when my parents scolded her and asked her to apologize to me. I am sure, at that time, she would prefer dying than apologizing to me.<br />
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Yet there were times when we shared everything be it chocolates or secrets that you could not tell your parents. How much ever we fight, we would always pair up against the 3rd person when they interfered between us, be it my mother. During one such fight, our mother got so furious that she threw a vessel at us. It was all in vain as it resulted in a damaged vessel. That made her realize not to come in between us.<br />
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Here is one such photograph from my childhood which will clearly tell you that we were 2 little monkeys.<br />
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This photograph was taken in Talcher, Orrisa.<br />
The one showing off like a model is me and the other so-called dancer is, well your guess is right! The chimney and the boilers behind were in the plant where our father worked.<br />
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If you casually look at this picture, you will find 2 innocent sisters posing for the camera. Will you believe that we were literally quarreling minutes before our father had taken this picture? Well you must! Look closer. What you have missed is the struggle as to who is smarter and can pose better in front of a camera. We both made each other jealous and insecure, argue all the time, point out at the other's mistakes..but we always made up because we had only each other for company. Until the next fight!<br />
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As I write this, I recall all the beautiful moments I spent with my sister. Trust me, I did drop a silent tear. I think there are just a few memories in my past where she is not there. She made those memories, my little sister. Now that I am married, I realize how much I value her. Little did I know that years later I will be writing about her, let alone miss her.<br />
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Me: "Hey listen na, I want to tell you something"<br />
She: "Ya, what is it?"<br />
Me: "You won't tell anybody no?"<br />
She: "No, I won't. What is it?"<br />
Me: "Okay, I will tell. Promise you won't tell amma and daddy"<br />
She: "Yes, promise"<br />
Me: "God promise?"<br />
She: "God promise, mother promise. Promise on anything you want. Just tell me na."<br />
Me: "I failed in the exam yesterday. Teacher scolded me. I am scared to show the report card to amma."<br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-82449619676143684962012-11-21T10:52:00.000+05:302012-11-23T23:01:06.269+05:30Better late than never! <span style="font-family: inherit;">There lived a young man, whom I call a Dirtbag,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Where ever he went, liked to wave a terror flag.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, I am talking about no one but Kasab,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The man who made Mumbai, a terror hub.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Roamed around the city with a gun,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Killed whoever he found, one after one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I questioned God about his existence, asked him Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He replied, with a Sigh!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And said, "There will be justice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Give me a little time, I will work on peace."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And you know what, Kasab did die for the better,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Better late than never!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">RIH Kasab (Rot in Hell)</span><br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-48957631225796497462012-10-26T19:25:00.000+05:302012-11-28T09:31:00.205+05:30Mad-ad OR Mad-me<br />
So this is Hidesign's Autumn-Winter 2012 Advertisement.<br />
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Um, my question is, are they trying to sell lingerie OR the horse? </div>
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If I assume they are selling lingerie, then why is the girl carrying a handbag and sitting on the horse? No, Nah-ah! That doesn't make sense. Maybe, maybe, they are trying to sell the horse. But then why is the girl still carrying the handbag? See. That is why she is slipping from the horse. They should remove the bag.</div>
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-90738617674447790732011-12-04T13:07:00.013+05:302012-11-23T23:09:01.642+05:30In Loving Memory of the Legend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The curtain is down for our very Young and charming Bollywood actor - Dev Anand. He was indeed a legend, his charm, energy and his great art of work contributed to the industry will forever remain in our hearts. The eternal romantic hero, who had always been ahead of his times has now left us. Of course, I would say that we did not loose you; we gained an Angel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can hardly form words to describe the loss to our Indian cinema. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"There'll be two dates on your tombstone. Everyone will read them..but the only thing that matters is the little dash between them." [26/09/1923 - 04/12/2011]</span><br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-24829596111176775852011-12-02T22:40:00.010+05:302012-11-23T23:09:27.332+05:30Trending Dirty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I think Kalyug has a new definition. Dirty pictures being released, B-Grade actresses doing Swayamwar on TV & porno stars on reality shows. Talikng about movies, apparently Vidya Balan thinks that "gandagi picture mein nahin, dimaag mein hain". They say a picture speaks a 1000 words. I wonder what her posters have to say! Not surprisingly enough, today on twitter, Vidya Balan, Silk Smitha, Dirty Picture, Veena Malik (her comparison being made to Vidya Balan) are all trending; and I am sure they will remain for at least a week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sooner or later, Facebook will be Dirtybook and Twitter will have a new hashtag called # What porno are you watching now?</span><br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-915447307291686102011-08-31T19:55:00.003+05:302012-11-23T23:09:52.878+05:30Reality Check<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We know English, we speak well</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A few other languages too!</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When someone makes a grammatical mistake,</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We laugh, we make fun and say “boo”!</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Little do we know that a few of these people are actually running our Economy.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ever noticed shops like “Fost Food”, “Nagini Cafe”, or “Tee Shop” ??</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ever wondered that they are actually running a business??</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whom do you approach for a cup of tea during inflation?</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Barista or the ‘Anna’ at the Chai ka dukaan??</span></span><br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-8620966461793719212011-08-09T23:05:00.003+05:302012-11-28T09:32:47.839+05:30It is a Four :-)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">4 years!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">4 lines to thank you for being my life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">1st year for the stranger that you were, I was trying to know you and see who you were</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">2nd for the words and promises we exhanged</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">3rd for the tears shed in pain & joy; and for the hearts that automatically spoke</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">4th..OMG , we made it to four! need I say more?</span><br />
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Neetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03241981468961401479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4670536910722949737.post-24684564698776240612011-07-24T09:55:00.008+05:302012-11-28T09:31:58.776+05:30What an Effin' !dea<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yesterday I happened watch Abhishek's latest !dea 3G advertisement. I have absolutely no idea why that advt was shot, with what intention and to prove what! For those who have not watched it, here is a glimpse:-</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Please listen carefully to not just the song 'TV to Biwi' but also the stupid background noise and most of all, see the cheap expressions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1) What is the purpose of the advt?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2) So what if the population in India is high?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3) How is Bachchan Jr. so sure that every couple locks their bedroom door when the power is out?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">4) It seems that a lady has sacrificed her marital life for the country - "Tyaag diya hai meine apna vaivahik jeevan apne desh ke liye''. Um, why? Where are condoms missy?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">5) And lastly what did Abhishek mean when he said, his own son was 'before 3G'? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What is the rest of his family's take on this?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">Watched 2 movies this month - 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2' and 'Zindagi Na Milegi Doobara'. For some odd reason I wanted to compare these 2 movies. Is it because, both have my favorite lead roles? May be. Is it because I waited eagerly with high expectations for both to release? May be. The important question - Did I like the movies? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Honestly, I am disappointed with Harry Potter. I had such high expectations for this movie. Besides the hype that was created, I wanted to visually experience the book and feel the anger to destroy The Dark Lord (personally). Sadly, I couldn't enjoy it to the fullest. The movies from 3rd through 7th have not met the image created by the 1st 2, let alone meet the standards of the book. An epic battle was to be there between Harry and Voldy, an era was supposed to come to an end...Nope! I saw none of that. Throughout the battle, all I could see were sparks and all I could hear were Voldy's screams. Why was he screaming so much? </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Anyway, I think I may want to read the book and relive the fantasy the book had originally created in my mind.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Jumping to the Bollywood release ZNMD, I have mixed opinion about it, mainly because I kind of compared it to Dil Chahta Hai. I did certainly enjoy the movie as it took me to the joyous ride of life (not the sky-diving though), portrayed how little we enjoy life in our busy schedules. The best part in the entire movie was the poetry recited by Farhan Akhtar, written beautifully by Javed Akhtar. Naturally, I fell in love with every single line, every single word. By far the best lines were: </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Jab gham ka saya lehraya</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Jab aansoo palkon tak aya</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Duniya mein yunhi hota hai</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Yeh jo gehre sannate hain</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Har pal ek naya mausam hai</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Kyun tu aise pal khota hai</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai</span></span></div>
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