tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176693844298270702024-03-05T21:14:30.025+05:30Undefined ThoughtsBhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-85028991739783286662019-06-03T00:13:00.000+05:302019-06-03T00:21:44.447+05:30दर्द - कवि का श्रृंगार <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">मेरी </span>जीत दर्द है </div>
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मेरा इलाज दर्द है </div>
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मेरी हार दर्द है </div>
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मेरा मिज़ाज दर्द है </div>
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दर्द क्यों ज़रूरी है </div>
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मेरी कलम ये जानती </div>
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मेरा फ़साना और है </div>
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मेरा बहाना और है </div>
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मेरे यहाँ है दर्द भी </div>
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इन पन्नो में बिक रहे </div>
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मेरे ख़ुशी से जीने की </div>
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ये दर्द भी है मोल का </div>
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ये दर्द ही है दीन भी </div>
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मैं दर्द से ही खुश रहा </div>
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कविताओं की बात है </div>
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पर दर्द सबके पास है </div>
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ये दर्द का बाजार है </div>
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यहाँ दर्द ही औज़ार है </div>
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तो दर्द क्यों है बिक रहा </div>
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क्यों पूछने की बात है </div>
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मैं सीने में दबा रखू </div>
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मेरा इलाज दर्द है </div>
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मेरी हार दर्द है </div>
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मेरा मिज़ाज दर्द है </div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-55374679952356072522019-04-14T11:56:00.004+05:302019-04-14T11:56:44.226+05:30Be The Love Of Your Own Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span>Love yourself like the lover, and the loved. The lover in you teaches you how to look at the other person and believe in their capabilities. The loved in you teaches you how to always be grateful for everything. We need to be a part lover and a part loved. That's the way we truly become able to love and receive love from the other person. Once we've dealt with what loving ourselves comprises of, loving someone else is much easier. The self knows how it wants to be treated, the self knows how it wants to rest. The self even knows how to lift self up at times, the self knows when the self is down. When we know how to respond to everything that love has to offer, we also know what and how to embrace it. Loving own self is the first step we take towards loving other beings. It's not selfish. It's being concerned about the first ever companion we would ever have. And, self is absolutely the best companion.</span></i><br /><i><span>💕</span></i></div>
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[P.S. : Because one of my closest friends asked me to write the situations which make me put this piece together, I'll be starting here. It's not just a few words describing courage and identity for me. Lately, I've been working with some differently abled and transgender friends, and have got to know about the humane qualities they possess, and the meaning of identity for them. Some are mute and deaf, others are transgenders and so on, but they don't always let themselves be defined by their external features, and they don't need to do too much to make us believe that these things are just a cover, but the real gift is the person that resides inside the cover. It doesn't affect them now, how they're perceived by others. Their courage speaks volumes when their throat doesn't make them speak, or when their bodily features confuse them of their gender. I was posting a picture with all of them on Instagram, and I put this as my caption. Later when I went through the post again, I realized that it made much more sense. Now it might make more sense to you too after reading this description.]<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-73774634194894083122018-01-10T20:59:00.001+05:302018-01-10T20:59:15.513+05:30The star<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-60039734809313649612018-01-10T20:51:00.002+05:302018-01-10T20:52:36.074+05:30The infinite sky!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-81299440848258839452017-07-10T18:56:00.000+05:302017-07-10T18:58:12.594+05:30Un-broken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">How does it even feel, when someone compels you to
smile, at the very moment when your soul is withered; so much so that, you
could almost break out into tears even while you’re trying the hardest to show
off that you’re alright? How do others get to know even when you try to hide it
all the time? Well, your eyes can, at every point in life, communicate better
than your words; and their language is deep enough to be understood even when
words feel to bridge it out but fail. But sometimes, we really need to walk
with the world, silencing your words and the eyes too. They really ‘CAN’T’
disclose it all about you. It’s only you who is to be trusted by you. So you
have to keep your promises to self. When you are at your worst emotional phase,
you have a serious heartache that simply nobody could just mend, not even can
you ask anyone to comfort you; that’s when you need yourself the most! You are
your own superhero. We say that our parents or teachers or sometimes our
best-friends keep up with us when everyone else gives up. But, we all have
noticed, that at some or the other points in life, they too fail to keep faith
in us. Sometimes we fall so hard, and so often, that even our closest ones feel
giving up on us, like we were meant to stay this way for the rest of our lives.
They may catch up with us later on in their lives, but the fact is, everyone
else except you, can give up on you at any point in life. If you don’t embrace
yourself for being who you are, you can’t expect anyone else to. Accept the way
you are, but don’t settle for the same. There is a lot that has to be learnt, a
lot to be achieved and all what you wanted ever can only be obtained if you are
by your side, before anyone else is expected to be. All this mess, and you know
when you are broken, hard like there’s simply no cure, then also, you have to
remember that nobody else is goanna comfort you for long. You see people asking
about how you’ve been doing, and all you have to say is that you’re fine. Is it
the truth that you speak, or it’s the mask you wear when you don’t have the
right person in front of you, to comfort you in your bad times? You know well,
about who is goanna listen to what you have to say, and who has to be told
about how you’ve been suffering. This suffering hollows you from within and every
time you’re alone, you worry yourself more and more to the extent that you get
lost in this. Days, weeks and months pass. All you have to do is suffer. How
does this suffering not stop?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">And how long should it take to recover? Well, that
varies on the intensity of pain. Also, it depends highly on the cause of the
pain. Sometimes it feels like a knife has been stabbed into your chest, the
second you breathe is the time you suffocate. Does it end? It seems to ‘not’
exist, when you are purely busy, either flooded with some work, or trying hard
to make some space though it isn’t possible. So, it vanished? Certainly not!
When you’re tackling with some stuff, pain might not come in between, and that
simply does not convey that your pain just left you in the first place. But it
showed how possible it is to suppress these emotions, and finally take control
of your being. Now, however miserable we may feel, it isn’t always a great idea
to overpower our inner self, which is actually not alright, and is fooled to believe
nothing’s gone wrong. Solution is not a pill, or a vacation, or partying or
meditation. These will only ensure that the process of healing, of repair is
not only a desert long enough to walk over, and these oasis’ come to our
rescue. The best way to reverse is to once do up with all what is left, shout
loudly and more often and get mad, if you just reminded yourself to avoid and
suppress, don’t do it anymore. All one needs to do is to listen to the heart
for a while, let go off tears, let go off going out, let go off listening to
the bullshit advice people give you, let lose the emotions, and bear open the
wounds for a while. These wounds are to you your own, as much as is the
sunshine of your life. You need to first realize, and then time is always by
your side, watching it all, how you shrug it off, and watch the pain fade away
into the dusky sky. Only the traces of wounds will remain, and one day, when
acceptance is learnt, only the scars will be found, no wound certainly. Some
wounds are permanent though, but time has its way of making you feel used to
it. And once you go out, and try to peep into other people’s lives, you realize
that your pain has never been that huge. It is only infinitesimal as compared
to other being’s grieves, who came to earth, and left even before marking their
existence on earth. It is to time, that we leave the brokenness to be repaired,
and we move ahead in a certain hope that one day, everything is going to fall
to the right place. Since, nature has its own way of mending things, without a
knock, and without a call, we leave it to its unique ways and hope to feel
‘unbroken’ and supreme within ourselves. </span></div>
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Glorious paths that
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Miseries that we went
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Transcending the
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Is that your mere
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Bruised was this
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Longing for a season
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Bestow us, what we
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We got the season to
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How roses and petals
will be all around</div>
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When our rhyme is
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-39581767662635977272017-02-06T19:32:00.004+05:302017-02-06T19:43:47.159+05:30Only pictures!! (From my latest Orissa tour)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the streets and shops have these few things in common... @Puri</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love being hit by these small waves! :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#Jellyfish @seashore </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Konark Temple(Sun temple)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And these monkeys are so friendly, you can even sit beside them and they won't mind... :)</td></tr>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-87363919251242827612016-12-26T19:36:00.002+05:302017-06-23T16:04:53.662+05:30A word with today’s parents about inter-caste marriages<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“You need power only when you want to do something harmful,
otherwise love is enough to get everything done”, so aptly remarked by Charlie
Chaplin. But hey, can somebody tell me, if this stands right in our nation? I’m
asking, because I am the youth of India. I’m asking because, I need to. I need
to clear all my doubts about this. Is love not enough? </div>
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I’m talking about the love marriages in India, and the
reaction of all the orthodox communities here. If a Brahmin or a Jain or a
Muslim guy or girl, loves someone from any other caste, what’s the big deal? I
mean, can’t they? Are they not humans, but robots programmed to choose one
among their own species. We are humans. We live in India, and our country is
known for its unity in diversity. We all belong to some or the other caste or
creed. We all have a religion. But must that define a human? Or one’s deeds
should? If I am the CEO of a company, or a film-maker, or a Politian, or some renounced
writer, I would prefer myself being known for what I do. It really doesn’t make
any sense, calling you a Jain or a Brahmin or a catholic or protestant. Does it
define us anywhere?</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes I know where
these nouns define us. When we are at the verge of so called “right age” to
marry, we play the game “Quest for the best”. Parents arrange the best guy or
girl for us, from our caste, and whose family enjoys the similar status in
society. Things like this might matter for beginning a life-long relationship
with someone. But the most essential pillar gets missing, and that is love. Yes
it’s true, that in these kinds of arranged marriages, love is developed with
the passage of time, and it works too. But does it mean, that only arranged
marriages are a way out. What if someone falls in love? Since it is quiet natural
and an inevitable truth that love has always existed, in some form or the
other, from the ancient times to this day. And not that love marriages are a
taboo. I may seem prolonging a topic that has nothing new to it, but what I
expect is that we broaden our mentalities and give space to new and refreshing
possibilities. There is nothing wrong I can see, if a mature youth just demand about
their right to select who they want to spend the rest of their lives with. I
mean, it is a decision that affects us the most, and it is never true that we
want to defy our parents. They mean the world to us, and we know that their
place should be before anyone else in our life as they gave us a place before
anyone else in theirs. They have done all sacrifices just for the sake of one
smile to their child’s face. We know all this and can never deny. And we also
know this, that for them, their child’s happiness is the top priority, as long
as it is not degrading their lives. We know, they have provided us the maximum
freedom they could, maybe more than all other cousins in our family, and our
society. But, world is growing fast. And there is really not a boundary to
which we could just confine our thoughts and freedom. We don’t want freedom
just for the sake of enjoying our lives, partying and ruining ourselves. We
need the freedom so that we could breathe the air of possibilities. It’s not
just about love here, but yes, love is also a major part.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we meet someone,
should we always direct all our senses to judge the person according to their
caste or the religion they belong to, and then start a conversation? Because,
who knows after that, at any point of time we could fall in love. Must we be
sure first about them, about their race and religion, their complexion, height
and weight and all other features they look for the sake of arranging a
marriage? And finally, when the scanning is done, choosing the apt one, and
then falling in love according to the plan, should this be a strategy? Is this
how it works, if we want to maintain the purity in our race by not choosing the
love of our life out of our community? Well, love knows no rules, and love
can’t be so prejudiced, or judgmental. Love is the purest bond of all. It never
divides, rather unites. It is never lack of opportunities, but an ocean of new
possibilities. Love is not planned, but for those who share this divine bond,
it becomes essential to keep it alive. When we separate two people in love, we
commit a sin. It is not they who fail, but it is God in the form of love who
does. We tend to obey our God, and serve the almighty through the means of our
religion. Are we making the almighty really glad this way? There are many ways
we’ve seen how orthodox communities tackle the ‘problem’. Some are
honor-killing, or even forcing the one, and sometimes their families to leave
the community so that its reputation and sanctity could be maintained. Oh holy lord,
do you really approve these ruthless measures? I know, and somewhere inside
your heart, you too know that it’s just not so right. Then what makes us so
narrow-minded people? If this is not something that must be done, what makes us
do the same? Why can’t we, for once have a look at our own son’s or daughter’s
choice? We could not be foolish enough to leave them unhappy for the rest of
their lives. Who are we pleasing after all? This crooked society which has
nothing to do when you fall short of money; no one gets concerned about you
when you are struggling to make both ends meet to raise your kids. They have
nothing to do when you are being bullied by your own boss, or when you are
standing in a long queue to pay the electricity bill, and the next minute you
need to pick up your kids from school. Did they care when you needed someone
the most? If they didn’t, why are they so much concerned when your boy or girl
wants to marry someone of their choice? Why are they anxious for your
happiness, when they couldn’t stand for your struggles? Does it make sense to
care about those people’s happiness and consent, who have never bothered about
yours?</div>
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Who are we afraid of, our own parents? No. We tell them the truth and
expect them to understand us, since we know nobody else could ever understand
us better. But, parents are just blindfolded by the society and are concerned
about them. It may not stand right for all of us, today, since a lot has
changed. But since I’m talking about it again, it means that not everything has
changed, and not everything must, but something still needs to. I’m not blaming
parents; we all love our parents, at the end of the day. I’m blaming the
system. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has made them feel helpless,
in a situation where demand is not to be helpless, but stand as a
support-system to help the children decide about their future. After all, it is
better to blame ourselves than our parents and family for taking the decision
of our future. We never want to say, if in some critical situation later on in
our married lives, that we made a mistake listening to our parents. We could
ourselves take the responsibility, and that would not develop any discontent
from our parents. I know it could take time, but the idea of inter-caste love
marriages is something that needs to be accepted. Youth doesn’t ask you to
permit them to allow them marry any random person they fall in love with. But
at least give them a chance to speak their heart out about their choice. Maybe
they are right about certain choices. Maybe they know better who could be more
compatible for them, since they’ve known the one for years. It is better to
marry someone you know and approve of, than to tie a knot with a complete
stranger. And when the one has all what is needed to spend life together, how
does the caste, creed and religion matter? We live in a country where Hindus
also feel glad keeping Roza, and even Muslims are seen happily celebrating
Ganesha Chaturthi. We can even see, that a Sonar by caste is an IAS by
profession and not a real goldsmith, a Brahmin is an Engineer and not a priest
or a teacher, and Marvaris are not businessmen all the time. Roles in society
according to the caste system have seen a resurgence. Now we need to accept
that the same blood flows through our veins, all of us. We all have the right
and the capability to become everything that we want to. Then why is this caste
system so able to divide us? Does it not weaken us when we allow them to invade
us? Why does it hijack us, and why do we let it do? Well I’m mainly concerned
about the inter-caste marriages here, but all this is an inevitable part
surrounding it. Would it really make a difference if the purity in race is not
maintained? It would rather be quiet a beautiful amalgamation, and a refreshing
journey for the people. If conflicts have to arise, they would, even when you
maintain the “purity of race”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all
have seen couples leading an unhappy life, and there is no understanding
between them even after so many years of marriage. And sometimes, the marriage
of couples who were good friends previously, tends to last longer, as they
understand and accept each other the way they are. This keeps the river of love
flowing.</div>
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We could talk about western countries and learn from them. Then I
accept, ours is an entirely different system, and we need to solve it our own
way. If we learn to accept and understand our coming and present generation, we
would be contributing surely to happiness and prosperity. We would be
contributing to the change in thoughts for good. This idea is nowhere harmful
but all we need is to really understand it and stop being concerned about the
society, and support our own kids. If their choice is really not a mature one,
try to first understand the situation and then take a decision. They don’t want
to elope really, but situations and lack of understanding makes them do so. I
don’t at all appreciate this idea of eloping with someone you love, and not
bothering about your parents’ decision. But, yes, if that seems to be the last
option to them, then only they do it. If the youth get what they need, an
understanding and open-minded parental support, they will never go astray.
Problem comes when both the parties refuse to listen to each other. Because
once you do, and build up a trust on your own morals, that you imparted in
them, you will see the clearer picture. A happy life will follow, and there
would be no need for you or your child, to feel ashamed of the society. They
mock at you when you are left alone, either they elope or marry without your
consent, or you throw them out of your family for committing this ‘mistake’.
But when you both are united, their mouth will be sewed. You will be a proud
family, who followed what was right, rather than following what they persuaded
you to believe was right for your family and happiness.</div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-23342743520881709072016-09-28T17:54:00.000+05:302017-06-23T16:09:08.443+05:30Did she surrender, did she not?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Did she surrender? Did she not?</div>
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Did she fight, for what she ought?</div>
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It had been her miss, is what they thought</div>
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Kins needed to hide faces, bad name's what she brought</div>
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A girl fond of yellows and pinks,</div>
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now seems tangled in greys</div>
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And the girl who sang all the recent hits,</div>
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seems numb, after screaming for days</div>
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Been seven months, </div>
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couldn't time help her heal?</div>
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Upsetting were their gaping faces,</div>
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couldn't they get what she would feel?</div>
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And when time seemed to pass, in vain</div>
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Begetters thought to act wise...</div>
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They shifted her to another city,</div>
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thought it would take her by surprise </div>
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Lonely, she still was,</div>
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all that shuffle pointed null,</div>
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begetters planned to get her married,</div>
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and bring back colors to life dim and dull</div>
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And proposals were sent,</div>
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no proposal was to come;</div>
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Rejection was that one word,</div>
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that would always keep her mum</div>
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Nothing felt like before, why life got so hard?</div>
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Was it her miss, as they say? She's now counted as a star...</div>
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People show their pity faces, faces do deceive </div>
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Is there any worth of candle marches, or condolences, would she receive ?</div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Defiance, as you may call it.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> It’s really going over my
head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Should I rebel, or should I not? A question, that could only
be answered by the wisest part of me, which may exist somewhere on the inside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I am trying to be free spirited, mentally- 'individualistic',
and I need to experiment what I am learning in life. That’s how I am going to
grow, learn and even if I am making a mistake, I would be responsible, and
therefore, I would learn to overcome issues that hinder my development. Will
somebody just stop being my shadow, and stop stopping me from making mistakes?
Because, this way, you’re neither saving me, nor protecting me from harm,
rather making me vulnerable .How would I, all of a sudden be able to handle
things by myself, in an unpredicted future, where I may not know how to? I must
learn beforehand, and I must look stronger. For, adversities are surely a part
of life, and so are beautiful memories a part. If you are stopping me, from
making and living in the beautiful memories of life, you are keeping me from
living. Because, that’s what living is all about. Creating memories, living in
the present moment, loving and caring truly and wholeheartedly, making mistakes,
and learning from them. Allow me to live!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And why should I even beg, and whom should I beg to, to
allow me to live?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am I not the master
of my own life? Are others, maybe even our family, friends, relatives or
teachers more deserving owners of our lives?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I ask you sometimes, and you simply deny. Not even a second thought
crosses your mind, about I might be right, at some point, somewhere there,
where you couldn’t even reach to think of. How could you even judge the limit
of my mental reach? How can you not understand, that I can have, a varying
philosophy, than yours, since I have read different books, I have met different
people, I have been to a different school, and, I’ve always had a way different
thought process? You mustn’t, well, compare our thoughts. Since all other
thoughts have more or less, varied origins. You can’t question my origin.
Nobody knows that their thoughts have emerged from some particular phenomenon.
We all are unique, in every aspect, and so are humans so wonderful creatures.
Even if you try to convince me, to be as perfect as they are, I want you to
understand, that I could learn from them, more or less, but at the end of the
day, our uniqueness mustn’t be mocked at. We must remain who we are, with
additional qualities, but still, preserving what gives us this unique identity.
Don’t ask me to copy them. Because you already know why…You are different and
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I am in agony. Agony in me is about, all this. It’s about,
how you want me to die. You want me to live, and I understand. But you are
unknowingly, asking me to finish myself up. It’s visible in how you always cut
my words, and how you never let me speak. And how, when I speak, I am called
outspoken. And when I keep mum, I’m good for nothing. And when I state what I
want, I am called incapable to handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m shown exemplary people, somewhere from among us, who might have done
somewhat better than us, in a field or two. But I feel sorry for you. I feel
you must have, by now understood that no two people are same, neither their
capabilities are, nor their interests are. And no people will remain the same
after years. We, the human race, have the immense capability to attain
greatness, at the most unexpected hour of life. How could you, then
underestimate me and then, at another minute, just speak that you know I can do
it. I need no sympathy. I need real trust. If you can’t make me feel, that you
trust me, I have no space for your fake sympathy. I am not someone who is
less-able. I am born with capabilities beyond human measure, and I will show
you what beyond really looks like. Keep your seat-belts on, because this rocket
is goanna launch very soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-89077475840748656932016-02-02T08:59:00.000+05:302017-06-23T19:48:15.994+05:30Sometimes, life is dull...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Life is dull, where should I say</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">For there are poets, who only see the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The dawns mean a lot, but dusks are a part,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Where should I mention, I’m falling apart…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I am not me, myself I seek,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I’m hidden and I know where, but there’s not a place where I
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And I want an escape, which could blindfold my eyes,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">As I need to forget for some time, this girl who alive-dies…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There’s<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a reason,
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Maybe I’ll tell you, if you want…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But I can’t say it all to you, except to this heeding sky,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">For it has been there for me, to see me weeping till eyes
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And there are fortunes, and people will talk about..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But there are omens too, like the ones that broke me apart…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There’s a fear , that’s infinite…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And what is it, in my heart, I hide..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It’s buried deep inside, and we never let it stain…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">We never let it come out, we never let it shout..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Still you’ll ask me why I write it, and still not say what
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Well it’s all for breathing once,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it is not meant to
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Still I know that time will suck my grief,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I write for all those
who don’t get this escape, and have to bear these times till they pass…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-69780047774523025592016-01-11T01:14:00.002+05:302017-06-23T17:33:08.102+05:30The Collision<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Coincidence it is, or is it fate;</div>
that a pollen grain collided with a ball of fire..<br />
And for the first time ever , in its ephemeral life,<br />
flames didn't kill it<br />
s breath, rather gave it life in abundance..<br />
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As the ball of fire, so the pollen well knew,<br />
flames could abscond it- in no time for sure...<br />
But happens the reverse , when the ball of fire stays with the pollen,<br />
keeps the distance that 'doesn't kill', rather glorifies its dim-lit world...<br />
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When the journey began , the ball of fire told the pollen,<br />
it too had fears, though it never seemed so .<br />
That it knew all well, the power of aqua;<br />
as when the flame is the 'King'- water then is, the 'Ace' of cards..<br />
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The pollen realizes, everyone has fears,<br />
and being carried away nowhere by air ,<br />
was as deep a fear, as to the ball of fire,<br />
the fear of losing its flame...<br />
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And when the ball of fire, is kept in a dark world- unlit...<br />
it is then, that it learns of its resplendent being,<br />
for in light, there's a life of lesser worth,<br />
than in the darkness -unseen..<br />
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So it teaches the pollen, to unleash its odds,<br />
that, maybe somewhere underground,<br />
a darker world needs it, to sprinkle some life,<br />
and to let it know, one's brighter side lives inside...<br />
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And the pollen learns, it's more worthy in a barren land ,<br />
'coz even in a land of greens, it's life would have a lot of worth,<br />
but the right place to stay, is where life ceases to exist,<br />
and where you <strong>can</strong> bring it back to a new horizon...<br />
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For the last words of parting,<br />
the ball of fire teaches to LIVE....<br />
Though the unflinching flames are cursed for- destruction,<br />
it is its life , most powerful and lively,<br />
only when the cursed holocaust waves high- its flames..<br />
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And the pollen has now, learnt to live without fears,<br />
for its life is LIFE, the moment it gets carried away by the wind..<br />
And its life BRINGS LIFE, only when it suffocates in the darkness of soil,<br />
in order to breath again and create a new life in that pinch of darkness...<br />
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And days pass on, the pollen lives a new life,<br />
now of a hibiscus plant, under the great banyan tree...<br />
narrating its own pollens about A COLLISION,<br />
that brought a living dead pollen to life...<br />
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(TC and never stop dreaming, even in your dreams!!:-))<br />
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-46483553564159734222015-11-18T13:46:00.001+05:302017-06-23T17:40:03.430+05:30The Nightingale girl (A fictional narrative poetry)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">A melancholy song, she was about to sing;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She was about to sing of her solitude.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But do not confuse, she was all alone, ‘cos that’s not why I
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And do not think she was miserable too, hearing of that
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">For, alone she was is just a myth,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She always lived with a crowd around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And miserable too, she had never been,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She just got it for her, of all her wants.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But there was a pain, her voice just bore,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And that pain made her a star.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She sang of ‘grief’, sometimes ‘separation’,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And she even sang of the ‘World War’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">There was a rhythm in air- when she sang,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">and the songs were still of pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It always looked like, there’s some truth i</span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">n her voice;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">teary eyed, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she tried
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She was paid for the pain, as much as she could bring,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">but her emotions never seemed fake.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Everyone knew the Nightingale girl, her life’s fulfilled-
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But no passerby, deep looked in her eyes, no one asked her
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Awake when everyone was lost in their dreams,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">she would hold a photograph and weep .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Every day she sang, those heart-wrenching songs,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The photograph, in mind- she would keep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Who was in the picture, a question you’ll ask,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I must tell you it was her family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Long was the life she had to live,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">but together , it had been a small journey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She lost them all, at a tender age,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">they died in the War, in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Every day she regretted, her hiding behind the bushes,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">and thought, how cold she had been, that summer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Better it was, to be together in heaven,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">than to die inside every day, still smile!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She had that all , every day in mind,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And the palace-like home, felt like exile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">She could not recover, though years had passed;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">and there were years which would still pass by.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Till someone comes, who could kill the pain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Of all the things she bore inside, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">made her the Nightingale of the Land.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But God loved her smile, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">so it was time now to end up her grieves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And the pangs of sorrows, she was always hit by, would no
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And one day, God sent him,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Him , who would just understand;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">He was an infant found under a tree, by a priest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">they wouldn’t be at peace, looking at your life- painfully
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Will you cross the
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Everyone cried with joy ,as the Nightingale smiled,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">every stone, the flowers, even that caged mouse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-5567388935544163912015-11-04T00:59:00.005+05:302015-11-04T00:59:56.335+05:30THE ALCHEMIST (Gist of the novel #Extracts #Lines #Feelings #Favorites )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<em>Friends, today I've decided to sum up a few things that you MUST
READ if you haven't ever gone through THE ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coelho, and
you have been longing to read it once. Friends , tomorrow never comes, and if
you can't take out time from your hectic schedules for an entire novel
reading session, you have it RIGHT HERE, the BARE SKELETON of what Paulo
Coelho has conveyed through his Novel. It's the essence of THE ALCHEMIST,
not the story, but EXTRACTS , and my personal FAVOURITES throughout . So go
ahead...HAPPY READING ( #tags are my favorites ) <span style="color: black;">:) </span></em><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: black;"> <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">"#</span></strong></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Courier;"><strong>And when you want something, all the universe
conspires in helping you to achieve it."</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong> *</strong></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;">There is a force that wants you to realize your destiny; it whets your appetite with a taste of success.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*The secrets to happiness is to see all the marvels of the world ,and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Beauty is the great seducer of men.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*There was a language in the world that everyone understood. It was the language of enthusiasm ,of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Making a decision was only the beginning of things . When someone makes a decision ,he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision .<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*The closer one gets to realizing his destiny, the more that destiny becomes his true reason for being.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Intuition is a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to know everything, because it's all written there.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">( Maktub !! ;) )<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want.- ALLAH<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">: We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the histories of the world were written by the same hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Everything on earth is being continuously transformed, because the earth is alive...and it has a soul. We are a part of that soul, so we rarely recognize that it is working for us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*If you can concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment you are living right now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*The secret is here in the present . If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. If you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future , and live each day according to the teachings , confident that God loves his children .Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*To die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Everyday was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*Courage is the quality most essential to understanding the language of the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>#It's not what enters men's mouths that's evil , it's what comes out of their mouths that is.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure. (You've got to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way can make sense).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*Life attracts life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>#Love never keeps a man from pursuing his destiny. If he abandons that pursuit ,it's because it wasn't true love...the love that speaks the Language of the world.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*The wise men understood that this natural world is only an image and a copy of paradise. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that , through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. Their hearts become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't , or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. When these things happen, the heart suffers terribly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*The fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">*When you're loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there's no need at all to understand what's happening, because everything happens within you.</span></div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-15955543035153909982015-10-08T18:57:00.003+05:302015-10-08T19:03:52.333+05:30मानव गलतियों का पुतला <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<em>Hi friends! Today, I'm posting a Hindi poem of mine , which even brought me the first prize in 'Poetry recitation competition ' last year. I will soon be re-posting this poem with its translations in English, for my readers in other countries. :)</em></div>
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सोंचना मानव का काम है ,<br />
और वह सोंच सोंच कर आम बातों का भी अचार बना दिया करता है। </div>
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दूर कहीं किसी भीड़ में, ऑफिस के काम से फंसा खड़ा परिवार ,<br />
घर और गाडी की सोंच को ज़रूर उड़ान देता है। </div>
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कभी क़र्ज़ की, तो कभी कर्ज़दार की चिंता उसे खाया करती है ,<br />
कभी अफसरों की डांट ,भरी महफ़िल में शर्मिंदा करती है।</div>
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यदि मानव सोंचना शुरू कर दे , तो उसका दिमाग पूरे विश्व की यात्रा कर लेता है ,<br />
पर उसे इस दुनिया में लाने वालों की याद केवल फ़ोन पर ही आती है। </div>
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वे बुज़ुर्ग , जो अपनी पूरी ज़िन्दगी इस तुच्छ आदमी की परवरिश में गुज़ार देते हैं,<br />
पैरों में चप्पपल बिना चल कर , अपनी आदत बता हंसी में टाल दिया करते हैं ;<br />
उन्ही के चरणस्पर्श की बात को आज ये धुएं में क्यों उड़ा डालता है?<br />
आदमी आज माँ -बाप से मिलने को ,<br />
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कितना संघर्ष माँ-बाप करते , कितने परिश्रम से कमाते ;<br />
स्वयं खाली पेट सोते , पर उस सुपुत्र को अपने हाथों से खिलाते। </div>
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क्यों बुढ़ापे में उनका साथ छोड़ कर ,उनको मृत्यु -दंड सा कष्ट पहुंचाते ?</div>
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माना कि मानव सोंचने में कभी कंजूसी नहीं करता, फिर वो ये क्यों नहीं सोंच पता;<br />
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आज तो वो बड़ों को वृद्धाश्रम छोड़ कर चिंता-मुक्त हो जायेगा;<br />
फिर आने वाली पीढ़ी से शायद वो बदत्तर सलूक पायेगा। </div>
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फिर वह , उस वृद्धाश्रम में पड़े-पड़े ,अपने सोंच की कलम चलाएगा;<br />
याद करेगा अपना अतीत , माँ-बाप का संघर्ष , अपना संघर्ष, अपनी संतान के लिए। </div>
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वह ये भी सोंच पछतायेगा, कि - मानव गलतियों का पुतला है ,<br />
और प्रायश्चित ही मुक्ति का एक ज़रिया है। </div>
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वह ये सोंचते वक़्त स्वयं को किसी वृद्धाश्रम के कोने में पायेगा;<br />
और अपनी सोंच की कलम की स्याही ख़त्म होने से पहले ,<br />
मन के अंतहीन कोरे काग़ज़ पर एक छोटा अक्षर 'माफ़ी ' , पूरा लिखने से पूर्व ही -<br />
ईश्वर के पास चला जायेगा। </div>
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<em>TC , and never stop dreaming, even in your dreams... !! <3</em></div>
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-72292358550482702942015-09-19T18:17:00.001+05:302017-06-23T17:45:36.946+05:30Butterfly Fly Away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><em>Break the shackles , leave your past</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>witness all what you come across..</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby you're a butterfly ,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>you don't need to fear the world.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby you can fly the highest, </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby you can make mistakes,</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby, steal the nectar-all what the flower beholds,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>and though you are stealing... remember, you ain't going to jail</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby do never wonder, if you find no colors in the world,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>'coz God sent you to shower them, when the world needs it the most...</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby you are beautiful, baby you are charming;</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>haven't you seen? you even make toddlers run for you..</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby you have seen the world, baby it's so huge;</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>you are invisible in minutes, but also, in seconds you mesmerize...</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>You steal the show, baby you're a show-stopper;</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Baby you don't need a ramp, the whole world is your stage...</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Baby feel it when I say, no boundaries can stop your way;</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>Baby feel it when I say, you're a butterfly,</em></strong><br />
<strong><em>MY BUTTERFLY - FLY AWAY.....</em></strong><br />
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-72247488110371675012015-08-30T16:03:00.001+05:302015-08-30T22:50:49.008+05:30The day, as unexpected as others...( a new story written by me)<p dir="ltr"><font color="#000000"><u><b>The day, as unexpected as others</b></u></font><br><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood-stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. With every sip of coffee, she tried to release her stress, however, the flashback of events throughout the day, tormented her. She was going through an amalgamation of emotions, and all she needed was, a peaceful time for herself, away from the crowd, to assimilate what had just happened with her. So, as soon as she was done with the coffee, she wrapped that knife with her scarf secretly, put it in her handbag, paid the bills, and pranced out of the café, in haste. Then she took a cab ,and headed towards her home, which took approximately 45 minutes from the café, and sometimes even more, as per Pune’s traffic. But the day was not meant to end that way. She had woven a lot of dreams, carried tones of hopes to make her parents feel proud of her. After all, it was her first job interview.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> It was a gay day for Stuti. She was a little bit nervous, but her excitement had camouflaged everything. She had been preparing for a long time for this interview and that reflected her determination. She received blessings from her parents and a shy ‘best of luck ‘from her younger brother. She was boosted up with confidence now. Stuti was an Engineering student, from Computer Science stream, and she had always aspired to become a Software Engineer. Today, it was her chance, to achieve it all and surely, she had taken her first step, to realize her dreams.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> She reached the company office and waited near the reception, for her turn, as she had been told- she would be called. As she had to wait for quiet sometime, her hands, holding the documents’ file, started shivering and the A.C. near her added fuel to fire. Finally, her turn came and she was called in, with her documents and the required stuff. As she entered the cabin, she greeted the interviewers warmly. It was a panel of two interviewers, sitting in front of her. Now, the interview session began, with her brief introduction. She replied to it flawlessly. After all, this answer was something she had been working on, throughout her final semester. One of the two interviewers, named Shahid Malviya, who barely looked around his early thirtees , got highly impressed listening to her hobbies and creative quotient , and applauded her. Stuti was glad. She was answering most of the technical questions correctly, although, one or two tricky ones that she‘d gone wrong with, were corrected by the senior interviewer Mr. Deshpandey .</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Now, suddenly, within a blink of her eyes, Shahid Malviya came and sat beside her. She thought, they are trying for a stress-interview , and so, kept that soft smile ‘on’. Shahid asked a personal question to which she kept mum for a while. He asked her if she had a boyfriend. Stuti was perplexed, because of the manner in which he asked her. Sitting just next to her, his bulging eyes got fixed on her awestruck face. He repeated the question a bit rudely. She responded with a ‘no’ .He smiled, and moved his chair closer to her, and she was continually and slowly,trying to push her chair backwards. Mr. Deshpandey, was merely a keen observer of the scene. Stuti ,at the first place, had been assuming these as a part of the stress-interview. Now ,Deshpandey uttered something, to her surprise .He said that she had all the apt qualifications and requisite capabilities, to manage the job. He also mentioned, that she had performed exceedingly well in the interview and was ready to work with their expanding organization ,but…..then came a condition. That ‘but’, everything depended on it.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Shahid was much more interested to explain the terms and conditions, and the ‘but only if’ condition. Stuti’s heart, which had started singing victory songs for a moment, had now started pumping at a jet’s rate. In her heart, she prayed to God, to give her the courage to cross the coming hurdle and grab her dream job. And Shahid continued to speak,” But only if, you…..I guess you understand what I want to say.” Stuti wanted to clear all her doubts, and so, she said, “No, I don’t.” He was already sitting only one inch farther, and by shifting his chair even closer to her, he wanted to remove even that distance. Stuti had everything very clear in her mind, but, was it too late?</p>
<p dir="ltr"> As he moved his hand towards her face, she started sweating and stood up, trying to run away. And he, before she could act, twisted one of her hands, ruthlessly, making her sit there again. Her throat got choked, but then, she gathered some courage to shout for help, and he covered her mouth with his hands. She was in tears, because she couldn’t believe it was all happening with her. Then something clicked her, and she found a ray of hope, when she saw the interviewers’ left-over Dosa plate, at the other corner of the table. The plate contained some leftover chuttney , and the ray of hope ,’knife and fork’. She had to make her hands reach there. Now, she cleverly started acting as if she had fainted, and he released her hands and mouth to see, what had happened. He sent Mr.Deshpandey to bring the private nurse .As he moved out, she acted swiftly. Without wasting her time, picked up the knife, and before he could again take over her, she bit his hands and then wounded him with the knife, in the maximum possible. Saw him busy with his bruises and cuts, and she grabbed her handbag and ran towards the door, and finally got out. He could do nothing, as a number of questioning eyes would stare him and wouldn’t spare him then, as all the staff and other cabins were just outside that chamber .As she walked out of that place, she noticed that she had taken the knife with her in all that rush, and before anyone else could notice, she took out her silk scarf and covered the blood-stained knife, and exit that office building. She saw a café nearby, called as ‘The Starbucks Café’, a place where she could sit and get some relief.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Now, when she was about to reach home, all this was revolving round and round in her head-‘the expectations, the emotional ups and downs faced in a single day, the fear’. Finally, a strong lady who had emerged from ‘within her’, proudly smiled and thanked God, as she took out partially, the blood-stained knife from her handbag and again , kept it inside. She realized it that day, that life is full of unexpected twists and turns, and nobody gets a prior notification about it. So, being ready to face-whatsoever, and change our DESTINY can be one possible option for it. The other can surely be, to surrender to the situations, and then console ourselves lifelong that it was just WRITTEN IN THE DESTINY.</p>
Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-15824488096357916902015-08-21T01:37:00.001+05:302015-08-21T01:37:13.842+05:30And I totally agree on this..<p dir="ltr">I regularly go through so many 'words of wisdom' /'food for thought ', and similar stuff...but from the time I've gone through this simple yet 'mind-boggling' quote...<br>
Couldn't resist sharing it:<br></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>When</b><b> </b><b>God</b><b> </b><b>pushes</b><b> </b><b>you</b><b> </b><b>to</b><b> </b><b>the</b><b> </b><b>edge</b><b>, </b><b>trust</b><b> </b><b>Him</b><b> </b><b>because</b><b> </b><b>only</b><b> </b><b>one</b><b> </b><b>of</b><b> </b><b>two</b><b> </b><b>things</b><b> </b><b>can</b><b> </b><b>happen</b><b>.</b><br>
<b>Either</b><b> </b><b>He</b><b> </b><b>will</b><b> </b><b>catch</b><b> </b><b>you</b><b> </b><b>when</b><b> </b><b>you</b><b> </b><b>fall</b><b> </b><b>or</b><b> </b><b>He</b><b> </b><b>will</b><b> </b><b>teach</b><b> </b><b>you</b><b> </b><b>how</b><b> </b><b>to</b><b> </b><b>fly</b><b>....</b></p>
Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-47083177613892361922015-07-02T19:01:00.000+05:302017-06-23T17:49:18.649+05:30THE DREAM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm back with another poem...which I wrote a month ago, and was waiting for the exams to get over so that I get ample time to post. Here it is, THE DREAM.. for all those who dare to dream.<br />
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<strong>"Carefree and careless ,is all I wanna be;</strong><br />
<strong>the world I've left untraveled, I feel ,today I need to see..</strong><br />
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<strong>Have lived enough for the crowd around,</strong><br />
<strong>for me is once I wanna live.</strong><br />
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<strong>today, to my dream, it's the respect which I wanna give.</strong><br />
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<strong>Want now to jump,once into the ocean of my thoughts;</strong><br />
<strong>want once to proceed for my dreams ,</strong><br />
<strong>and forget all its flaws.</strong><br />
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<strong>The dream is what, I wanna believe in once;</strong><br />
<strong>and wanna tell the world-"Roses are much more powerful than the guns".</strong><br />
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<strong>Wanna go to a long drive,with the intention to never come back;</strong><br />
<strong>when I'm alone with my dream, and </strong><br />
<strong>there's no uncrossable hurdle in my racing track.</strong><br />
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<strong>Wanna race now, with full speed,</strong><br />
<strong>when my dream needs no seat-belt;</strong><br />
<strong>and my dream feels itself to be lucky,</strong><br />
<strong>which somehow had its importance felt.</strong><br />
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<strong><br /></strong><strong>Want once to convey my dream,</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>I'm not its owner, and that I'd never been;</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>and wanna pat it proudly and tell it,</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>I'm its true companion ,and will promise always to be.</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Finally ,wanna bow down to the mother nature,</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>wanna thank her for all she bestowed;</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>it's only 'cos of her inspiration,</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>that some people still dream with open eyes,</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>when the rest prefer dreaming with their eyes kept closed..."</strong><br />
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TC, & never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.... :) :)<br />
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-87236221712899014412015-05-29T17:47:00.001+05:302017-06-23T17:54:38.571+05:30Dear God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi guyz, a long break, wasn't it?...But the blog would never stop, like we all never stop dreaming.<br />
So, here am I, with my new poem, to please none, but to thank God for whatever has been fortunately happening in my life.<br />
Thank you God :) <b> </b><br />
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<b>"Wanna ask you something,</b><br />
<b>tell me you would answer;</b><br />
<b>you know my pains, and you know their names,</b><br />
<b>do you have a 'Truecaller'....??</b><br />
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<b>Astonished I feel, you sort it out;</b><br />
<b>solve all the myseries,</b><br />
<b>even before they try to cross my way...</b><br />
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<b>Sometimes , I fear,</b><br />
<b> when something goes off the track....</b><br />
<b>but at the end of the day,</b><br />
<b>the thread of my life , is played gracefully;</b><br />
<b>So I'm on the track back again,</b><br />
<b>back again I'm strong...</b><br />
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<b>You make me meet people,</b><br />
<b>it earlier seemed a coincidence.</b><br />
<b>Now I know, it's your play;</b><br />
<b>it's a beautifully arranged story ,</b><br />
<b>and with each sequel, I get a moral.. |:)</b><br />
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<b>I get to learn, I get to see,</b><br />
<b>the world with a wider look.</b><br />
<b>And when I look out for the best teacher,</b><br />
<b>my heart takes a name, </b><br />
<b>it's none but you,</b><br />
<b>who skillfully planned my life,</b><br />
<b>considering me,</b><br />
<b>to make me meet, my DESTINY........."</b><br />
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<b> </b>TC, never stop Dreaming!!!!! :)<br />
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-36329498559535316612015-04-26T02:56:00.001+05:302015-09-03T19:26:37.075+05:30Nepal Battling Amid Fear #DevastatingEarthquake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
RIP<br />
Those affected in this deadly tremor, my heart-felt condolence (which I know, can't ever replenish what so many families have lost, however.... I proceed to write.)<br />
What to say, the tragedy was so severe, as were the after effects, and so many, truly a huge number...lost their lives. I feel immensely shaken from deep down my heart.<br />
When heard of the incident, while we were having a good time at the college, my heart sank...<br />
Felt like I myself am struck somewhere there, while reading the fb posts and tweets of those who couldn't connect to their near and dear ones. Can closely feel today what they are going through....<br />
Friends, I am literally not able to convey what I want to, and can't lessen the pain they who have suffered, feel today....<br />
I have been thinking how to do something, if I really can.<br />
So here's the HELP-LINE NO. mentioned for those who are in real trouble and can't find out what to do now.<br />
Friends , please don't lose hopes...<br />
God is there somewhere to help us, if he has planned such a devastation...there's always light and life after it.<br />
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<b>HELP-LINE NO. : 977-4228435</b><br />
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-15510351019073159372015-02-26T19:25:00.002+05:302015-02-26T19:25:53.313+05:30Its very deep..... (wrote this small poem in 2010-when I was in class 9th)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<em>To reach to the zenith,</em><br />
<em>to achieve the goal,</em><br />
<em>to be inspired...</em><br />
<em>from the heart and soul....</em><br />
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<em>It's neither the end yet,</em><br />
<em>nor the time to sleep;</em><br />
<em>it's the time to keep a promise,</em><br />
<em>to the God never to cheat....</em><br />
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<em>Falsehood is widespread,</em><br />
<em>Brotherhood is called as cheap ;</em><br />
<em>Down-market are the cultures,</em><br />
<em>new era's fashion has began to peep......</em><br />
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<em>Now is hurt the soul of our country,</em><br />
<em>But you can't see the pain,</em><br />
<em>it's very deep........................</em> </div>
Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-41817380815850973912015-02-25T23:02:00.001+05:302015-02-25T23:02:47.997+05:30VYOM-2K15 (Annual fest-Day 2)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There's a rythem in the air...rythem all around me...waves of beautiful melodies surrounding the arena. It was the main, DJ night on 24th of Feb, yesterday. Mesmerizing voice of Aman G Trikha..a very famous singer, filled the air. I was nearly in the front row...danced to his rythem and enjoyed the evening completely. The winners of other programs also performed on the stage, in front of the entire college. It was total fun, which can't be described in a few words. The picture may brief you a bit about the scenario. The evening meant much more to me, 'coz our team, as I had previously mentioned, had won several rounds of the TREASURE HUNT competition, and that day...finally we became the winners, with maximum efforts of all team mates. We were awarded the 1st prize that evening. The most special moment for me was to receive the prize, but sadly, only two of us could reach the stage on time. Some were in the 'mess' to have dinner, and some couldn't reach the stage on time. Had I been just 5 minutes late from the mess, I would have also not reached there. Thank God I wasn't. I love music, and the musical environment made me feel so much energetic, that we even made our Mam dance with us. I had also participated in the debate in the morning, but I know my approach was very much casual...as I had just finished the treasure hunt's hunting and all, and then...entered the auditorium, got my name registered and spoke all what came to my mind. Overall , the experience was worth it. Got a lot to learn in these 2 days full of fun, excitement, participations, and for me, a lot of rush...as I wanted to participate the maximum and still enjoy the maximum from other programs. <br />
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Hey hey ...it's very crummy, weird, and what not...when I think of tomorrow...<br />
My next sem is starting guyz. I need blessings and a lot of common sense God that I don't waste too much of my time on the Chat-Gupchup center. <br />
Hope every thing works...my plans don't just remain an unused map and I get lenient and gentle ,still fabulous teachers this time...<br />
I wish, I wish, I wish.......<br />
GN ,TC ,SD<br />
Never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.......<br />
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Bhavna Dubeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11721017305094569580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817669384429827070.post-51530565743382565112015-02-23T23:14:00.000+05:302015-02-23T23:14:30.321+05:30Thought of the day :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As it came to my gmail, as quote of the day, thought I must share it anyway...<br />
"The most worth-while thing is to put happiness into the lives of others"- by Robert Baden Powell<br />
GUdNigHt<br />
and never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.... :)</div>
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