tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48456640288322381982023-11-16T19:52:25.072+05:30Feel My Heart . . .Everything i see....everything i feel....everything i wish to share....may be the times like, there is no one to listen to me....still i keep on talking....like i am talking to you....like i am talking to myself....forever....yes, this is what really Renju is. . .this is how i feel . . . .Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-73623352546308823862015-09-10T19:58:00.003+05:302015-09-10T20:02:45.098+05:30Breathing memories every moment. . . . <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />
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be faking if I say that I am ok, I am happy etc, but what's more confusing is
that I cant recognize whether I am in pain or unhappy. I am in a state of mind
driven by thoughts and memories that I can hardly distinguish between virtual
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As the very first letter of your name
gives me a startle from within even now, there is nothing more left to explain how much
I'm adoring you even now from inside though I'm not explicitly showing it. It
may be my strong feeling or decision which have paved me to build a state of
mind like this knowingly or unknowingly.</span></div>
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Your name
carved on my hand<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>reminds me every<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>moment, the purity of love we shared those
days and how much our life were meant for each other. A mere touch over it
gives me a startle feeling inside now also, as if I am touching you itself.</span><br />
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will be there, now and forever not for being showcased, but as a sweet memento
of a wonderful time, a beautiful feeling to make me assure the presence of divine
love in my life. . . those days when I felt that I am<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>actually alive. . . .</i></span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-61629975819074824302015-06-23T20:46:00.000+05:302015-06-23T20:51:09.576+05:30Losing the love for life. . . .<div lang="en-IN" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The very thought strikes like a hard blow on
head, but nevertheless it can be stated in any other way as every second of my life turns out to be a reminder of the same. May be everything is just an
illusion and all I need is to wake-up and realize that everything was just a
nightmare. . . But deep inside I know its not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is it true that a single life is not enough
to experience everything in this world? I think it differs with perspective and
we can hardly get an answer. Because it has to be considered that experiencing
and understanding are two different sides of the same coin and the latter
consumes a significant portion of our life to achieve. And while doing so the
end result is still far from acceptable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every time I have been puzzled at the very
question that, what I have been doing in my entire life?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Am I doing something
for myself or for others?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Am I really happy in time or just making myself
believe that I'm so.</span><br />
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acceptance of life matters. We people keep on doing things for others most of
the time just for a mere impression and literally fails every time to hear what
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Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-12274150596472432302015-02-09T22:00:00.002+05:302015-02-09T22:01:22.825+05:30When you are Lost. . . .<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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changes with time" , it's a saying we hear often and few people would have
even seen that personally in their life. It's more like a usual thing happening
in different stages of life and people are least bothered about it these days.
But there are few people who failed to escape from the shackles of different
incidents in their life and gets trapped in their memories forever. . a very handful
of people. . . Like me.</span></div>
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supposed to be a mixture of both happiness and sorrows and it's only the lucky
few who gets the blessing to stay happy forever. Others taste the bitter
experience and still manage to move on either by cursing the fate or by just
hoping that everything will be alright soon. It's been years since i have lost
the most precious treasure in my life and I still can't figure out that, am I
walking away from it for a new life now or moving more and more deeper inside
and getting lost in memories. . .</span></div>
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dreams, may be more bigger than what my little heart can hold on that time and i still didn't let it go. It's said like when come to love, people becomes more
childish and their world gets shrunk to their little dream world in which only
two of them will be there; the cute
little world full of love, where the only thing it matters is their beautiful
relation. And one day when the truth hits a hard blow that, their world
cease to exist, they fail to accept the reality and try to cling on to their belief that its all just a dream & when you </span><span style="font-size: 14.6666669845581px;">wake up</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">, everything will be alright. . . </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am tired of hearing the word "Move on" from everyone who knows me, who cares me, But least they understand that finally when i tried doing just like they all wanted, after all these years, i terribly lost the pace & i felt like i am some other person.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But still i feel more secure in being myself left alone in my world than becoming someone i hardly know. . . </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Its said like few surprises carry a deep effect that it can make you feel totally forget yourself for a while. And if that is something which you have least expected since a long time, the effect it can bring to your mind is truly mesmerizing to such a level that, we fail to express it in words. That's how i felt when i saw her pic after a long time . . a very long time.</span></div>
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A portrait is something which can be grabbed easily with even a mobile camera in a couple of seconds, but it matters much if the person whom we wish to be near is long lost years before, even before when the camera feature in mobile was considered as a luxury and not reachable to common men. Yeah, i belong to that decade when we were fancying around with Walkman in pockets & analog camera in hands. And being dependent on the family that time, its natural that i couldn't even use it take snaps like i wish & the few ones i managed to take with help of our friends too was lost when we had part years before. .But it has least impact on me since i have never felt the absence of a pic to remember her , because her face is stored deep inside me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Its really interesting that when i noted the date of the pic, it was shared exactly an year ago before today, in social networking site when she had gone outing with her better half. It was only me who was late to check it as i have stopped searching about her whereabouts long before itself to keep my promise to her family that i will never disturb her nor her life. Its so beautiful to know that their family have grown with the blessings of almighty and is blessed with a little kid too. The smile in their faces shows how much gifted their life is and i feel so happy inside that finally all the pains i have gone through these years after the breakup have not been in vain. Because i may not have been able to provide a stable and lovely life she is enjoying now, by mind , by health and everything. . .</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">And now also i don't have to keep her pic, as her face is already inside my heart as the most beautiful portrait i have drawn . . and her name imprint on my hand still hold as the most beautiful art i cherish every moment i see it, as the living memory of the most beautiful time in my life . . . </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In a beautiful world filled with lots of unique identities and supernatural things, it would be taken as uncommon if i say that there is nothing worth to live here anymore. But the fact is that if a person have spent his entire lifetime devoted to a particular person through a magical feeling called love, then if at anytime a situation comes like his soul-mate is not gonna be with him anymore, then for that person the so called beautiful world and supernatural things matters nothing; because their entire world have been shut down from his life making him blind forever. Such people have no world to explore but have miles and miles of thoughts to explore from within.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Solitude is a beautiful feeling to cherish, if one attains to gain control over it through years of silent practice as their every step of life is associated with it making it a perfect mold in time. Its more like composing a music which our heart wishes to play in every heartbeat and the perfect sync is achieved in time making the life more smoother. But time brings changes in everything and certainly life too and there comes moments when music will play off the beat and yet we will feel like our life is flying high. Emotions and feelings play a wonderful bonding with heart during this period making the people so close that they cant literally separate themselves. But at the same time relationship would have gone sensitive to that much level that even a slight misunderstanding will result in a catastrophe. Its that moment when the sweetness delivered by a relation is shadowed by the challenging situations itself to maintain the relation because of repeated misunderstanding and small fights.<br /><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Whats more important to be taken in to account is that to whatever situation this fights may proceed in time, we should never ever involve a third person in to this scenario even for a compromise. Because it will only increase more timely issues to arise even as ego clashes which will kill the relation so brutally. Then wondering how this situation will be overcome? Purely by dedication to their love for themselves inside heart which exist deep rooted inside making a perfect magnetic bond keeping them close. But sadly time have the power to bring changes in that too and and a perfect comeback of a relation at state depends on luck too sometimes.<br /><br /><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So all i wish to say is that, Life is something which we should learn to accept and believe that changes can happens at anytime making the entire flow turbulent and sometimes may even push to situations like there is no hope ahead. Lets accept the fact and move on and make the gifted life of god more meaningful and appreciable. No one will love to remember sad moments, but happy moments can make even a sad person feel different and gift him at-least one minute of pleasure. With a positive hope keep on going and as everyday we pass on we are just getting one day more close to death. . .<br /><br /><i><br /></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am now standing devastated in the middle of this big world as a big clown who is ought to smile only because i have enjoyed doing it regardless of time and now there is no going back to since there is no life there too. Also i am so tired of sharing whats really going inside my mind since it will help to increase pain only and also make others too sad which i certainly don't wish to do. I have stopped thinking about whats real and virtual now and all i wish is to live each and everyday with a feeling to carry on myself. .<br /><br /> </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You may call me looser, but now i am in a state that i cant differentiate whats winning from loosing. But i love what i am doing now by creating a virtual world around me. I have been true to myself all the time while writing this blog. Because now this is the only place where i am seeing myself at-least for a while. . .And back in the life out there as the craziest man in my fake life, i don't see it as fake anymore , because it have also become my life itself now, more like the only life for me now which i am falling in love as days passes. . . .</span></i></div>
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">Life would be have been so cool if everything happens just in the way we wish. But natures rule is never like that and not a single person have any idea of whats in-stored for him in future though he is trying hard to fulfill his dreams. I am no super human and all these applies to me also, the only difference is that i have gone through even more weird situations where the destiny have turned myself down twice. . .</span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">Life is pretty hard to live if we have already forgotten how to make it through, since you have lost the love for living it. Its like living in a world, where even minute things matters to others a lot, we will be hardly noticing how our life itself is skipping away from our hands. And the weirdest part of it is that, people who hardly know about what we are going through will simply pass on advises and comments in a humiliating manner too sometimes that we don't even wish to talk with them again. I never carry hatred for any person who have hurted in my life, instead i will simply forget them in such a way that they will slowly fade even from my memories. Its actually a bless in having a memory loss in situations like this that, we don't have to try hard for that also. But certain things which we have valued more than our life itself will stay in our memories regardless of time and its like it would have become a part of our virtual world itself. . . the most painful ones.</span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">A smile which is so naturally and has to happen from inside is what i have been missing these days and still i am managing myself to push through the pace of life though occasionally i feel a lot more down. Its like falling from the cliff of a mountain and there is nothing to support us and nevertheless i wish for it too. The lost of love for my life have made me in to something or a different person itself which i hardly understand these days. Its not a new thing for me since i have been going through such a scenario for past few years that, living a fake life is not a big thing for me. But when life itself starts playing with our emotions by magically bringing so many persons close to us, make us feel rich with their love and suddenly make them disappear from our life one day, its makes us feel like our destiny is already written and things like this happens repeatedly only to remind us that we have to accept all these pains. . .</span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">It may seems like my arrogant nature or firm decision that i never wish to bring anyone down with my way of approach by sharing my situation of life, but instead i wish to make everyone happy and its the least thing i can do. Ever since my school days and then in to college days i have been known among my buddies as the person who is able to change the entire scene in to a laughter by my usual witty nature of talk. Things didn't change when i start working also after my studies and all these time, i have been so keen to be like the same though the situations in my life changed a lot. Its more or like i am able to hide myself inside with my way of talking and it helped me a lot from the numerous questions which i would otherwise have to answer in time. It has more or less have become a routine itself that i started feeling good about doing things this way.</span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">It may be so surprising for those who knows least about me that behind all those witty way of talk and gestures which i made in time in teasing and pulling others leg for fun and all, there is a painful part of my heart, an unseen portion which is ardently wishing to hide itself from everyone so that no one notices its tears. This heart which have lost everything in its way of life and have only one thing to keep it alive. . by spreading smiles and laughter's and making himself assure that so many people are feeling happy by doing so. In this big world outside filled with hatred and broken promises and unexpected happenings, a lot may be finding so lonely and seeking a small portion of happiness, feeling so down of the current life they may be going through, i will be there to make them smile, to forget their tension atleast for the time being, be one among them, make them laugh and feel like they are not alone in this world and tell them that the world is not that much bad as they have seen it. . .</span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">May be that's why god have blessed me with that kinda dual persona in making me completely two different persons and isolating one from the other such that my sadness will never overshadow the people who trust me, who love me, who wants to be in touch with me and my only purpose is to make them feel rich with my love and care and make them happy and smile no matter where they belong, where they are from or how long will they stays in my life. But one thing is sure, i will never make them sad because of me, but instead i will tease them, poke them, make them smile, like their buddy, like a big brother and sometimes like a mischievous kid. . . Coz that's what i am made for, that's what my purpose is here. . .and that's the only thing i love to do now. For how long i don't know, but its helping me a lot in moving on with my life . And hence giving birth to the ultra crazy nature of mine through a totally different mask!!</span><br />
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Not everyday is the same and energetic though we wished to and for me also its not different. Some days are like totally blank. . . . a state of vacuum. . . . empty thoughts and absence of any feelings for anyone. . being uninterrupted i may be unaware of how i got in to that state of mind or how many hours or days i have been filled with . Its like i lost myself inside. Its easy to tell that we can get rid of this situation through many ways, but the truth is that we don't wish it to end. . . coz what bothers and troubles are not unwanted things, but the very own thoughts and memories of our dear ones who were once our everything in our life. . . .</div>
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Today my life is proceeding in an unknown direction with no specific destination or goal and i least bother about it also. The idea of falling in love once again or even get married like my family members insist also is not getting inside my head. Though i have a lot of girl friends now i have not felt any one special to be called as my own or even a slight interest to fall in love with any of them. . . .its like when my love life got broke up, i have also forget how to love. . . . with a bunch of buddies near and far i am now experiencing an irony situation of being alone even in their presence coz i cant open my heart fully to any of them. . . .all they know about me and believe is that i am a jovial person full of passion, freaking out and enjoying life to its extent while i am really craving for my true love inside. . . . </div>
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</span>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-60765708782983026112011-12-14T00:08:00.003+05:302011-12-14T02:21:52.791+05:30Some days will just simply tell us, how unlucky we are!!<br />
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Though i earn a very little amount of money compared to the education degree i hold, i have the habit of spending money on goodies worth useful for me as well as for my family. Because of this habit i have bought so many house hold items as well as stuff for me in time. My last purchase done the previous month was a pair of Woodland shoes. Though it was a bit more expensive than the budget i have set earlier in mind, i just bought it hoping it would last for pretty long time. Because i had a very bad experience with shoes in past 6 months which forced me to buy two pair of shoes during that time!! So i don't wish to make the same mistake again and so finalized this one. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When the month of December began, i was little confused of what will be my next hit on purchase. It was when i noticed that my dad used to hear music most of the time when he is at home and instead of the stereo we have, he used to enjoy music from his phone with the help of two Creative speakers of my old PC placed in the closed front portion of our home. It was when the idea of buying a Home Theater system strike my mind. Though i have 5.1 speakers for my PC, i thought another home theater will satisfy the need and also will make my dad happy if i buy it as a surprised gift. So like a target or goal, i had set buying a home theater as my this months click. Now what left was the search for a pretty good and also affordable one.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My search began with a simple word of mouth of the reviews from my friends who own home theater systems to pretty extensive search and comparison in internet. Visited few shops also in the previous week related to this, but still i </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">couldn't</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> settle down with a model of my choice. It was all of sudden that situations changed when i was helping out my friend the previous day in purchasing a stuff that i came through one of the home theater i had thought of buying. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Of course</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> the specifications it hold was appealing and within my range that i almost finalized buying it in the very first sight itself. Since i had came in bike and cant carry the box, i thought of coming in car the very next day and make the deal done. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The day began as normal but i was a bit excited than ever since i was going to purchase a new stuff for home. Came to office in car managing the question of my dad for why taking car with a single reply that i have little purchase to do. My buddy too was assisting me for the purchase with her one year old son. The little one was too crazy that he was running and exploring each corner of the shop, and also being fascinated by his reflection in the mirror around. Things went fine and i made the purchase along with few stuff my friend too had to purchase. The home theater was company packed and the dealer assured that currently they don't have any setup for checking the system using a dvd player and told like there is no need to check it as problems have never/least been encountered and assured me complete assistance if any such situation arises. Moreover a casual talk while settling the money help me know that the dealer was actually dad of one of our students in our institution. This made me feel the deal more reliable and took the home theater with out checking. It's for that very moment, i repent now for making the mistake by doing so.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Its a simple incident happened today and actually there is nothing to worry since even the dealer itself have promised to get the problem solved though it will take few days. Moreover i can bargain over the situation and can even change the model since its a brand new product that i have purchased, but deep inside i was feeling bad of what happened. . a sick feeling that why this really happened? Everything was fine a few moments earlier and i was in peak of satisfaction in making my family members happy with a new gift for them which now turned out to be a real unpleasant situation that just left me with confused thoughts. Because this is not the first time i am encountering such a problem. Most of the the time when i make a purchase of electronic gadgets it has presented me the same situation and i have to take the stuff back to the shop. Its now more like a routine for me facing such wicked situations and i am really fed up of it, because its making me believe how unlucky i am. . . and leaving me with a simple question. . .why always me??</span></div>
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Have you ever done something so simple and yet you feel like you are too much absorbed in it all the time while doing so? If yes, i am sure that you would have felt so much great after that and would be surprised, how come you miss such a beautiful feeling all these years. Because today, i also became a part of such a moment; too unexpected which made me really excited and filled my heart with joy for a long time. . . .</div>
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As the power failure has became a routine since past few days, i used to pack that half an hour by having dinner and so when the power is back, i can rejoin my social networking world sharing everyday fun with my buddies. Though i can access my buddies via phone to interact with them in Facebook or send sms, i have reduced that habit since typing has become a little more tedious process for me bcoz of my RA and so i depend on my PC keyboard for doing all these stuff via Bluetooth. So i just started considering that half an hour as an interval from all the stuff i am doing. My mom is also happy about this, since i will have food in right time and also right place, because usually i used to have food from my bedroom only, sitting in front of the PC, either watching a movie or interacting with my buddies via Social networking. These kinda things brings surprise to my new buddies, but for those who are in touch with me for a long time, knows very well how much crazy i am and my PC addiction!! :)<br />
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Today when the power went off at 9:30pm, may be it's because my mom was involved in a serious discussion with my dad that, she really forgot to call me for dinner. Since i don't wish to interrupt their conversation, i thought of lying in my bed for a while and plan to call her later. Since i was a bit tired than normal today bcoz of my degrading health condition, i lied in the bed facing my head down. It was a bit difficult for the first few seconds since i could hardly take my breath inside and i could also feel the gush of air intake and exhale. Without knowing a specific reason for lying in that manner i continue to do so, out of curiosity as i felt the breathing pattern too interesting. Truly saying i used to do like this when i was so young, studying in school and i was fond of making sounds by lying in this manner. The only reason is that each sound i make in that way is too sensitive to ears and i could really feel the thump effect of my voice!! What more is needed for a 10 year old child to feel excited and do it again and again? But that was 18 years before and it has no significance to my current life. . Bcoz of a fact which i hardly believe now also, that i have grown up.</div>
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I may be crazy thinking all this way, doing stuff which will make others feel like i am experiencing some kinda problem. . . .a kinda psychic. . . .but i really care least for that since what i experienced, though for a short time is a wonderful world!! An experience which made me feel heaven and surprised me by making me realize a fact that i have a true companion within me, who is so desperately in need of my company. . . . I can hardly distinguish this from dream or reality, bcoz when i got up from my bed i could feel my heart is pounding with joy. . a unique experience which cant be described in words. . .making me smile all the time. . . .while i could still hear the faint voice of my mom calling me for having dinner. . . .</div>
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<i>PS: Living with a disease is really painful. But what hurts more is the realization of the fact that, we are causing a lot of sadness to others also who are around us. . . </i></div>
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Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-22833414658843676882011-09-26T01:59:00.000+05:302011-10-06T00:50:03.612+05:30Am i faking out my life ?<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">
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Life is not the same anymore and is definitely not like i have expected or dreamed earlier. The beautiful life i have built inside my heart with my loved one, the wonderful world in which only we both loved each other more than anything else is a past thing now. Its just like any other love story which ended in a not so good way. For others it may be just a story, but only a few know that my heart which got broken that time is shattered in to pieces in such a way that it wont ever find peace again. The reason being me for the breakup for her good, i took the whole responsibility of what had happened and made myself a person with stone heart. That time, only one thing was there in my mind, that i have done what is right for her family, what is good for her, a beautiful and secure life afterwards with a promising person than being with me. But what will happen to me after that, i was unsure, still believing that i can go through these hard times. Though i was aware of this situation earlier and prepared mentally for it, its too hard when the reality shows up and i am realizing that i am loosing myself slowly as days pass on.<br />
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Its been almost seven months since i have even posted anything in my blog. Not because i don't have anything in particular to express; But the truth is just the opposite. I have been creating hundreds of thoughts inside my mind, of every occasion i have felt special, every moment which made me happy and those hard time in which i have felt like falling down. .And it was the sad moments which comes more often making me feel so lonely. . But. . i just couldn't put those in to words or express to anyone. . .Because i know very well that i have nothing to share with them but a bunch of sadness and some disappointing situations of my life which can only bring tears in their eyes. . Should i really hurt my dear ones by telling all these? And that too for a thing i clearly know that, is not gonna be the same as i have dreamed off.<br />
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And the solution i found to make people feel different of me is to make myself the best comedian they have ever seen and thus making the sadness inside me get unnoticed. I shared funny times with my dear ones, by even cracking jokes about myself, dragging everyone in to conversations pulling others legs with witty numbers and thus making a real mess itself all the time. As time passed, i got more used to it and the number of people who started mingling with me also increased making me feel so relieved that i am in one way or other becoming a sweet essence in their happy life. This cluster of dear ones includes my family members, my classmates, my colleagues, my students and literally everyone with whom i come through in my day to day life. With the interaction in social networking i was able to do this even more by hanging out with them all the time and just like i had expected everyone started taking it in a positive manner and enjoyed my company. . . .<br />
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Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-39868935158463897372011-07-12T02:13:00.000+05:302013-01-03T17:56:14.105+05:30Somedays i wish to be connected, Somedays i wish to be isolated<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
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The people around me recognize me as a person who wish to share each and every moment of life, making it more excited and filled with fun. Because of this and an addictive of Internet, i make myself online all the time from PC when i am at home and when i am outside, used to do the same from my smartphone. In times my friends also used to make fun of me doing so and my craze of social networking and other cyber fundas. One of my friend even told like my life is really an open book by the way i used to update all my happenings even hourly in Facebook and my views in Twitter and even my depth feelings as a whole in my blog. But only a few know that i am not doing this as a hobby or passion even though i say like that; but i am keeping myself engaged and free from the thoughts which used to confuse and take my energy away. </div>
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But there are days when i fail to do so and i will be completely down and i used to keep away from all this for the time being, even the phone calls and messaging; though i know it doesn't change anything, still that isolation makes me feel comfortable and i am allowed to remain in my world of empty thoughts....with a unique feeling of satisfaction....and most time i will be unaware of how long i will be remaining like that. But one thing for sure even when i am back to all these routine, i wont be feeling any energy that day to interact with others and ie why i am just blogging now. Though days of these kind take my mood as a whole and leaves me depressed, still i am loving it; a fact that i am accepting my loneliness wholeheartedly now.... </div>
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I dont know why, but i didn't felt like overtaking the truck and so traveled behind them. He began to notice me, but since i was wearing full face helmet he coudnt see my face clearly and so little hesitant to wave hands at me..may be confused how i would respond since i am traveling just behind them. He continued to do the same with every person who were walking beside the road or overtaking in bikes and even the people who were waiting at bus stops. By traveling behind them for few minutes and watching all these i felt like he is spreading happiness not only to everyone he see, but he was gifting me too a smile inside and i felt very good. I thanked that unknown person for doing the same and really felt like thanking him directly or at least speak to him.</div>
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Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-56368724290165385722011-02-14T23:17:00.002+05:302011-10-01T00:39:21.551+05:30Its really nice to have dear ones who care for us<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7L4YEcewkKEX7LIwJnbYnq79dfRGHEYTiOAeR7WZYHwAd71b4OdWPtjFo2lxWNHnQgbkjiKQ5n-9NpCab76RRUo-EElz_r5GrvZFLFS0qt8Km_FPer1Mi4nxUaxko7j5Qw9SrCms98g/s1600/Valentine+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7L4YEcewkKEX7LIwJnbYnq79dfRGHEYTiOAeR7WZYHwAd71b4OdWPtjFo2lxWNHnQgbkjiKQ5n-9NpCab76RRUo-EElz_r5GrvZFLFS0qt8Km_FPer1Mi4nxUaxko7j5Qw9SrCms98g/s320/Valentine+6.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">Today is February 14th, celebrated as the Valentines day worldwide. . . a day to express, share and celebrate the love for our dear ones. . . .especially for those who are in love. . .really a wonderful day to enjoy which will be treasured as a sweet chapter in their life. . . .But for those who have lost their love in the pace of life, its only the sweet memories which they can cherish on this day leaving a deep pain inside the heart which they fail to suppress, even though what ever reality they seems to realize, adjust and live with. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">I am really very much happy to have a talk with him since it has been months since we talked, though we used to contact via social networking on alternate days. I felt so much grateful when he told that he realize how lonely i may be feeling on this very day and ie why he called to make me feel comfortable. I am really feeling very much lucky to have a friend like this. . . Thank you dear. Though we both have lost our dear ones, those sweet memories gives us strength to go on since we have been true all the time. . . .</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">While standing alone today with whatsoever life have left with me, i still feel so much gracious to god for blessing me with this precious gift of love. . . .which even though i failed to keep as my own, i treasure those sweet memories which lives within me now and forever. . . .</div>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-45192267870608580962011-02-08T23:46:00.000+05:302012-11-09T01:53:47.800+05:30Oh Chocolate. . . . I am in love with you. . . :-)<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
My love for chocolate is really famous between my friends. They used to make fun of me with this and also at the same time, they never forgot to gift me one in time too. May be they too feel happy that there is nothing more in this world which can make me feel so happy than getting a box of chocolates as present. And i used to call them as chocolate friends. Whatever it may be, me too enjoy it and my chocolate season never ends. . . .</div>
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It became more or less like a routine itself for me since the chocolate has become a special item in my daily diet. For the fear of missing it in any single day, i used to buy and store a lot of chocolates in the refrigerator at my home. And most of the times i prefer picking the family pack of the one i wish to taste. One of my friend who visited my home few months back was really surprised by the way i have kept chocolates instore and then only he realized how seriously i am in love with chocolates. .ha ha ha. . Anyway i am not just fond of expensive chocolates but used to stick to the special tastes of Cadbury, Nestle, Campco etc and so that it wont affect my monthly budget that much though believe me i am spending a lot more. To an extent i have actually cut shifted my taste of soft drinks for the chocolates.<br />
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When talking about Campco, it was one of the most favorite pick of mine next to Dairy milk since school days. Used to get it frequently by persuading mom and she too loves to get one for me and my sister. It was really sad that, the very brand disappeared from the market and i was hardly finding it in any of the shops in my town. And so i was back to the ones provided by Cadburys & Nestle and all these years i used to enjoy each and everyone of their chocolates. I can say like there was not a single week in which i missed eating one. I am thankful to god that, today that frequency changed to single day!!! Yup, eating one after having dinner is a routine now. And to my greatest surprise the products of Campco are now widely available in all stores and that too with vivid types like Melto, Turbo, Krust etc. and that too in mini packs also for sweetening tongue in time!! I realize that my coming days are going to get engaged with these guys for sure. . . .</div>
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When my friends used to tell that i am like a child in the case of eating chocolates, i just smile to them; not just because i love chocolates but thinking about the situation which forced me to do so. Earlier it was like, i found consuming chocolates as so loving when ever i feel depressed and it helped me in having a childish feel inside helping to divert from thoughts. I bet it really helped and from one of my friends i knew that, its truth too. </div>
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Later on, the treatment i have been undergoing for a long time for RA , it has added a large set of medicines in my daily schedule to consume. Taking it over and over in time, i felt like my tongue has really lost the touch of taste in enjoying dishes. And it is really interesting that chocolate emerged as a solution in front of me by making me happy and helps to feel the taste of it every time i have it. . . .and so no option guys. . . .my chocolate mission continues forever. . . . :-)</div>
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Since my parents were going to my sister's house in Alapuzha to attend a function, few of my relatives too was joining them and so my dad assigned me the job of picking them in evening from their home a day before itself, since the train by which they are going Alapuzha have pretty early morning departure time. As scheduled i went on car to my native place to pick them and since my parents have already informed them they were ready and we planned to drive back after having a coffee since the night has already started to fall and we hoped to reach back home by the time of dinner. Back on wheels and driving hardly two kilometers i realized that something was missing. . . . With a shock, Yes my Bluetooth Headset!!<br />
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Usually while leaving the car, I used to keep the bluetooth headset inside the car only, since i use it only while driving. But this time i carelessly put it inside my shirt pocket itself and i could visualize the way i have lost it. Only confusion remains is that whether it has fallen inside or outside the car while i just took the car few minutes back. An easy check on the smartphone screen itself helped me to realize that the bluetooth pairing has been disconnected and so the headset not near anyway. Without wasting time i started the engine and drove back to my relatives home hoping to get it back though i was not quite sure about it. Time was already 8:30pm and due to the absence of any street lights nearby, it was only my car's head light which provided me assistance to search near the premises of their gate. As every second passed i could sense my heartbeat rising and my hope of finding it back was lowering. It was that very moment when i spotted a black stuff lying in the ground among the tiny stones. . .Ooops. .Its what i have been searching. . my bluetooth headset!!! Besides the presence of few scratches over the body due to the falling impact, the headset was working perfectly like before. . .<br />
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But how will it be the situation if the very guest who visit you is not just a stranger to you, but also a bit dangerous too??<br />
Yup, i said the term correct; Dangerous and the guest i was referring too is not a human being also, but a 7 feet Snake!! Its totally strange na? I would not have considered it much important since snakes visiting home in time are a common stuff. But what if the same snake visit the home once or twice in a week? We can only assume that most probably its home too is near ours!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmZegOWiYJ_ggklGoKiGoP2uVWnv-BuaWfSO8kfDahen6vw0ux7iMOhpzHgC5sR-C2yn80RlnTcjw7subWQseN7bxXYBV2mEihEOWunaIKHDfHyJ8KaSuXRkIGmsOY3KJPG_jBpIHZ4o/s1600/DSCF0572e2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmZegOWiYJ_ggklGoKiGoP2uVWnv-BuaWfSO8kfDahen6vw0ux7iMOhpzHgC5sR-C2yn80RlnTcjw7subWQseN7bxXYBV2mEihEOWunaIKHDfHyJ8KaSuXRkIGmsOY3KJPG_jBpIHZ4o/s320/DSCF0572e2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It has been two months since this is happening and it was my mom who first noticed it. She was watering the plants in our garden while the snake made the first appearance. Though my mom was afraid on the first visual of the snake, she was a bit relieved when she realized that the snake she saw is a non-poisonous one. Still the fact that its a snake and the enormous length of it urged us to get it out of the compound wall sooner before it harms anyone. Moreover it was the time for our doggie Prince to have leisure play time and we didnt want the doggie to get encountered with the snake. But getting the snake out of the compound became a tedious job when it found a hole near the wall as a safe spot and started to hide inside it. It took more than half an hour for the snake to feel comfortable and get out of the hiding spot, as we were far out of his visual and was checking him from inside of the house to know whether he has gone. And hence the first meeting of us with this snake ended dramatically leaving us a story to tell others. But little we know that, it was just a beginning.<br />
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The same snake made a frequent visits in the following weeks . And every time it visited, the hole near the wall became his safe hiding spot and it kept us engaged all the time busy observing it, till it leave the hole and go outside. One day my mom was cleaning the vessels at the back side of the house and she was shocked when she accidentally noticed the snake which was crawling over the compound wall slowly and passing to the neighbours house. During one of the visit he even get inside my house and made a mess and it was one of our neighbour who helped us in getting him outside. Luckily no one was hurt.<br />
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<i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">huh, i am glad to see you in time my 7 feet friend. . :-)</i></div>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-4187415462475047982011-01-04T23:40:00.003+05:302011-01-04T23:59:50.440+05:30When Passion Vs Time for achieving matters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b1LKhmQqQZn6ItG_sSGCi39qLWGTQvwgYPv0P48RJef2SB0aYzor6Oe9CeLtEnlPNqSNtaaOFOzHxje1w0henBnzvrlwJTXEJp6jpRPHOF8a8yYTp8i4KrzFaMlVrPoOzMrHr6ka_pU/s1600/22102009807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7b1LKhmQqQZn6ItG_sSGCi39qLWGTQvwgYPv0P48RJef2SB0aYzor6Oe9CeLtEnlPNqSNtaaOFOzHxje1w0henBnzvrlwJTXEJp6jpRPHOF8a8yYTp8i4KrzFaMlVrPoOzMrHr6ka_pU/s320/22102009807.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> The passion for taking photos has been my companion from my school days itself, when i could barely hold an analog camera in my hand without shivering and take snaps. But from then itself, i used to get appreciations from the people who see it; not because of the clarity but for the subjective nature and the way in which i have shot the pic. To be frank i tried all those shots by the inspiration i got from watching a lot of movies and i am sure that it helped a lot too in all my way till today.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9O6DRGoZQVybNuuxV4j24IapZVzJFUjm9_QmFbldiPmvSrhuv2IO02XpRrE8fSR5oBmpz4Rb3WajuH4LPn0kvmT-UZDaOk3_XB6S4rDgjzoFCnRQF60EO9_F_KQweRAjuu6tvvUwzffI/s1600/25072010817e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9O6DRGoZQVybNuuxV4j24IapZVzJFUjm9_QmFbldiPmvSrhuv2IO02XpRrE8fSR5oBmpz4Rb3WajuH4LPn0kvmT-UZDaOk3_XB6S4rDgjzoFCnRQF60EO9_F_KQweRAjuu6tvvUwzffI/s320/25072010817e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> As time passed and when i started my college days while picking a mobile phone, i chose a model with camera like i have decided earlier itself because i don't want to miss capturing any moment which i felt special on the go. And from then i took the love for photography inside me to a very next level that my camera eye opened to capture a lot of precious moments whenever i travel no matter of time or distance. I can say like, i have now a whole range of more than thousand pics which i can showcase of these kind. Currently i am using a smartphone having a 3.2 MP camera with Carl Zeiss optics which helps to brilliantly capture the moments with out losing the beauty; but still buying a digital camera have been my dream for a long time.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> But things didnt worked like i expected. After dropping my parents in a super market for buying things, i went in search of shops dealing with Canon. To my great disappointment most of them were having products of Sony and other companies only. But for the love i have for Canon lens which have created a big image in my mind by the reviews i have read all these months, shared from friends etc, i was least interested in other products. I was also a little hesitant to pick one from Duty paid shops for the doubt of genuineness. When the final shop i visited from where my friend have bought a Canon, it was really sad to know that their stock too have been sold out in the eve of new year. The only thing i could do which they suggested is to wait for a week or more for their next stock to come which i accepted happily because by then i have really made up my mind fully to pick only a Canon. After noting down the contact number by which i can put a call over to them for enquiring the details in coming week, i drove back to the shop where my parents were still busy purchasing stuff for home.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Achieving happiness in life is what everyone dreaming off and sweet occasions really promise to give it a lot though the way of achieving it differs from person to person. And just for contributing my part and spread the message of New Year, i designed a new year card and shared with my online buddies in facebook and orkut since social networking friends are the only people now, i keep in touch with. I understand that Social networking is a virtual world, but i am sticking to it for the time being since i am left with no other option. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">Even then to an extent my this New Year is different from the previous ones coz it is the first time that i directly called a lot of my friends, students, relatives etc by phone for wishing them directly instead of putting a message. I dont know why i did like that, but i am sure that it made them too feel happy.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Even then i dont blame anyone since the situation i am in now is what i have wished for always. . . . for the benefit of everyone. . . .</div>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-49527674744407440502010-12-11T17:28:00.006+05:302011-03-03T22:37:49.844+05:30Life has to go on. . . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-qwGTvmkLCkgBokAdACJM5yFHGjyXgxDqjBzO0c0x9CwN55DXD835vBz3rf_J6IIPUjIvXX82eWFx5waSWXfMwkH6RNJ9VcvvRbtqkqVL4U04-JgJGMyGyqdLALw-a8hqNYXpadrrV4/s1600/SDC10235e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-qwGTvmkLCkgBokAdACJM5yFHGjyXgxDqjBzO0c0x9CwN55DXD835vBz3rf_J6IIPUjIvXX82eWFx5waSWXfMwkH6RNJ9VcvvRbtqkqVL4U04-JgJGMyGyqdLALw-a8hqNYXpadrrV4/s200/SDC10235e.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sometimes this may be the last post of me about my lost love. . . .because even though i wish, i dont have the right to do so anymore. . . .i miss you baby. . . </span></i><br />
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<i style="color: #999999;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPncaq0-Qbs" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Video Link : Life has to go on. . . . - Renju</a></i>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-80103114032207535222010-12-06T00:11:00.004+05:302012-11-20T20:41:16.537+05:30Being a soulkeeper. . . .<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There are some faces which flash before my eyes in time. . . .So unfamiliar. . . So distant. . . .but still holding an invisible thread of relation which binds my heart so close to them and making me feel like their own. . . .a feeling so gifted, which even the people surrounding me failed to give in time. . . .Yes, the Pet who couldnt even speak, expecting nothing from us, but loves us the more than we actually give them. . . . The unconditional love of them for which i am debted every minute of the life. . . . But there are also those who couldnt enjoy the privilege of being inside a home and the comfort of being owned. . . We call them stray dogs. . . .</span></div>
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The journey to my workplace everyday consist of a ride of few kilometers and during this i used to meet a lot of these familiar faces. Each one on their own, searching for food for them as well as for their little ones. They dont know me, they would have hardly noticed me anyway. But they never knew that they are filled inside my thoughts for few moments everyday. The way they used to play near road side brings smile in my face and i used to thank them for it. The very sight of them laying asleep so tired on the side of the road used to make me feel love for them. In time i am also worried about the fact that, since they are lying near the highway, they may be harmed and their death in time due to road accidents is what really hits like shock for me and i feel so down.</div>
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In the routine drive, this shock used to hit me once in a while and i just dont know what to do in that very moment. Its only the prayers which helped me to get through the situation. And in time it became a habit of me to chant prayers when ever i see the death of them and i never stop chanting Ohm Namah Shivaya (Panchakshara Mantra of lord Shiva )<span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"> until i reach my destination. It gives me a feeling like i am performing the last rituals of them to find peace after death. I even used to visualize the scene of their souls being carried to heaven slowly as my chanting progress. My eyes used to get filled with tears blurring my vision by the time i reach my destination, but deep inside my heart i would be filled with so much love for them that, i could even see their silent faces conveying farewell to me. . . . those calm eyes thanking me. . . . may be they too would have felt me so closely to them at that moment.</span></span></div>
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Its told like when being left alone in life, by dear ones, then only we care for things around us like these. May be its true because, in my lonely life chosen by my wish, i have only things like these as companion now and they are making me feel so comfortable. . . . filling my lonely heart with their thoughts. . . . and i love being their soulkeeper. . . . helping their souls to reach heaven with my prayers. . . . and i used to dream of them as the only persons who would be up there with god, waiting to receive me and shower me with their unconditional love. . . .</div>
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Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-36435246635018438612010-10-29T02:17:00.005+05:302010-10-29T02:40:50.519+05:30Some days are never meant to be forgotten like Oct 29th for me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpF0hLoke45QoRzUPYhNxvm7n6xk-w_0CXfNRltW-ynbhOiLjUrI5rpq2SvOCZHXjkz_tAXHEYL1-BGT74isY0y7SUdSwvvp6_hIU8OVzB3Slk2sxOqZBLs73oNFVlyGJEyEAIwMs4ik/s1600/600px-OH-29e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpF0hLoke45QoRzUPYhNxvm7n6xk-w_0CXfNRltW-ynbhOiLjUrI5rpq2SvOCZHXjkz_tAXHEYL1-BGT74isY0y7SUdSwvvp6_hIU8OVzB3Slk2sxOqZBLs73oNFVlyGJEyEAIwMs4ik/s320/600px-OH-29e2.jpg" width="320" /></a>While being in love everyday is meant to be more and more special and its true. Even then there are days which they love more to cherish, celebrate and enjoy wholeheartedly. Yes, the day when they started their life together, the day when they opened their mind & proposed. . . .and for me its on an Oct 29th ten years ago. . . . Even though we got broke up few years back, the love i have for her has only multiplied a thousand times inside my heart that, i am still living in memories of her. . . .living a virtual life created with the moments, i keep close to my heart as the most valuable treasure in my life.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Falling in love with a person is so beautiful and it happens so unexpectedly in our life that, the joy it brings inside us is really awesome and words are really insufficient to express those feelings. . . .just like the day when i first met my love. . . .Keeping that love securely inside my mind and enjoying the way i care for it, my heart was able to express it openly to her only a few years later on 29th Oct 2000. Though i was standing as a school boy at that time with no major responsibilities to hold other than studying, the love i have for her had grown in immense inside my heart that i was taking this major step in my life wholeheartedly with the trust and love i have for her and the belief in god. And now also i know that, it is a correct decision only because she is the only one who is still living in my heart.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">I dont want to blame the fate for what i am now, because it was me who decided and forced myself to leave her from my life few years back for her family, and it seems to be a right decision since it had helped her in achieving goal in her life though deep inside i dont know whether she is missing me atleast for a moment. . . .and for that moment i wish i have my life completed since she is the most precious gift God has ever given me in my entire life. . . . </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-34425248807199642822010-09-15T20:26:00.003+05:302010-09-15T20:40:17.577+05:30The truth that i am no longer needed by anyone, kills me every moment....<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">Living in this world according to their own wish is what people dream everyday and to be precise, in every moment of their life. Yes, building a life beyond what we dream and for reaching there, every person tries hard and strive well against all the obstacles we face in the way. The obstacles can take the form of inadequate money, challenging situations and a lot. And its true that after facing all the difficulties, only a few manage to reach their goals; others literally fail, some lost hope, some fall behind and there lies among those who had fallen to the ground helpless, my name too, the very person who carried an entire world itself inside once.... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">What matters more is the things i have lost during all these years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oYpYJVn1GnJv5vonDOrDknybPerARR-9E5FNkKGZCOEobHwjL8cJt9Nti06GvqL3f6gG_SmNGTwI0Wch6j7G1OXS6kcBunaNaJHYqy1PF-YzqTL929zRpyqxvYEPE-z3hRBmI2bCayE/s1600/It+kills+me+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oYpYJVn1GnJv5vonDOrDknybPerARR-9E5FNkKGZCOEobHwjL8cJt9Nti06GvqL3f6gG_SmNGTwI0Wch6j7G1OXS6kcBunaNaJHYqy1PF-YzqTL929zRpyqxvYEPE-z3hRBmI2bCayE/s200/It+kills+me+5.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> I have lost my love itself which i consider more than my life now also. My friends used to scold me now also for not forgetting all these past things, which i definitely cant and they too know it very well and feels very sad for me. How can one forget a person who is his soul itself. But since all these sadness lives inside me and i cry alone at night, no ones seems to notice and while being with others i am like any other happy person, pasting a smile in my face, being myself a comedian too in time and bringing smile in their faces....i am happy that i am useful in doing atleast that....in spreading happiness around me.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrtDG2x9m9SlSV41sSytgy9pIGVqZ7LmatVoO9t9mS38W-gIcaZe-vJq-Fy8TE0JwvMdl8lMygCTbcrusN2W3mJLKAYr5aVL9Rod9yO0rg7iUlMeN6biFfYRoL3dB0jT3VNNHnkfCIuo/s1600/It+kills+me+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrtDG2x9m9SlSV41sSytgy9pIGVqZ7LmatVoO9t9mS38W-gIcaZe-vJq-Fy8TE0JwvMdl8lMygCTbcrusN2W3mJLKAYr5aVL9Rod9yO0rg7iUlMeN6biFfYRoL3dB0jT3VNNHnkfCIuo/s320/It+kills+me+1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">Yes, i failed in my life so badly....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">i dont even have an identity of my own....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">The truth is that no one actually needs me now....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">I am only causing disturbance or being a trouble for those who are with me now....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">Coz i literally failed in achieving anything in life which i can call as my own....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">Never wonder my parents too feel sad coz of me since i didnt became what i was meant to....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Its killing me....the very truth.... that no one actually needs my existence....</span></i></div>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845664028832238198.post-78169502056704556212010-09-13T22:52:00.025+05:302010-09-14T00:56:00.092+05:30Thats how my love for music started....<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Every one will have a passion for one or more things in their life....I am using a plural form here because, in my case itself it goes like a pretty long list of passion for music, riding, surfing and a lot. Among them music has been my great companion all these years, by standing by my side in my good as well as my bad times....How and all the love for music started inside me is really interesting.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIXFEabjcSLpL6GDU4Zs_MLht7rW3tVMWHAV932_v-02_7vds3dBKjyeZf4I-Ev9S3M7UJ4Jg6AG15Jcd63djCWfzEoiUzBFU7x3YY53n29hXN4lQCTuT7ECZrTb-iPJP0Rb_BA8Ww5U/s1600/Music+started+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIXFEabjcSLpL6GDU4Zs_MLht7rW3tVMWHAV932_v-02_7vds3dBKjyeZf4I-Ev9S3M7UJ4Jg6AG15Jcd63djCWfzEoiUzBFU7x3YY53n29hXN4lQCTuT7ECZrTb-iPJP0Rb_BA8Ww5U/s200/Music+started+2.jpg" width="165" /></a>For me the music was not only a passion of hearing, but also a deep feeling inside of expressing myself the very mood i am in to. May be because of that i possess a set of songs as mood collections itself as my own in my pc as well in the smartphone which i used to hear whenever i am down. And majority of those carry a sad theme since i love the lonely feel a lot. No wonder the song i compose few months back about my lost love also carried the very same theme. But it doesnt mean that i have specific taste in picking music. Actualy my taste are vivid in the case of hearing music. I hear soft serene instrumental as well as hard rock and trance; so its all matters with what mood i am in that time and its true that music has really helped much in that very situation a lot and so never wonder why i am in love with music a lot.... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivn-HfZOTtjzKOiNiRvNZ6JVyp7nweY3EewsI_GK7SSemjbw6zuDtWd8Sm74-VZENS_QX9SMLoKXuy2Ssy_Jm6jRNCdXcVzfJf9a_1JtlwqweFNwiDIgJ8GuT4vMm7Ty0lpEhYNe3VSYM/s1600/Music+started+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivn-HfZOTtjzKOiNiRvNZ6JVyp7nweY3EewsI_GK7SSemjbw6zuDtWd8Sm74-VZENS_QX9SMLoKXuy2Ssy_Jm6jRNCdXcVzfJf9a_1JtlwqweFNwiDIgJ8GuT4vMm7Ty0lpEhYNe3VSYM/s320/Music+started+4.jpg" /></a></div>My love for music has an unseen part also in my life, the very own part in which besides from enjoying music i also used to play music, a keyboard to be in particular. I still remember how that sweet love was born in my life. It was during my schoolings that the movie <i>Titanic </i>was released and like everyone, me too became a great fan of that movie and what dragged me closer to it is the very song and music of the movie. Being a person carrying a love inside unspoken to my sweet baby at that time, this romantic movie has become my dream itself those days. The song <i>My Heart Will Go On</i> performed by <i>Celine Dion</i> has become more like a song inside my heart itself and each time i hear it, i tried hard to get the lyrics clear and sing along ( Remember it was those days wen we had least access to pc itself, so no way of lyrics searching like these days which is at one touch of a click now). And it happened finally like i took a paper and wrote down the lyrics and got it corrected from my friends who too were having the love for the very song, but not as addicted as mine...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAIE5ms2e8Oy8a_2D6yumnYYBQ5E8gt35SnDgeO9jspBv6K_Dv0MGSm18kWu2GzajXehyyZN0dcnA3SSdqHiqBzIYdREpw4ryFbf5uME9mdHCOTYMfSPcHfsrFK9AmLjLi5uxm45hm9A/s1600/Music+started+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAIE5ms2e8Oy8a_2D6yumnYYBQ5E8gt35SnDgeO9jspBv6K_Dv0MGSm18kWu2GzajXehyyZN0dcnA3SSdqHiqBzIYdREpw4ryFbf5uME9mdHCOTYMfSPcHfsrFK9AmLjLi5uxm45hm9A/s320/Music+started+6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It just didnt ended up with memorizing the lyrics of the song and singing along or even recording the same on a cassette recorder, but it really seed the love of playing music also in me. With much difficulty i persuaded my dad who is not interested in letting me in to anything else other than studies, that i want to join the School of Music in my hometown. But with the help of my mom's support i was successful in doing this. From the very start of studying the music notes itself, besides my homework in performing small sample notes which my music sir had given to practice, i always try to play the very song from <i>Titanic</i>, <i>My Heart Will Go On</i> ,without even knowing which keys are being used, but just listening to the tone produced when i press every key. It may be the love for the song that never made me feel sad ,for the more than hundred times i tried in creating the notes and everytime i failed in creating it perfectly. But with my constant practice and the added curiosity helped me in creating the notes line by line as day passed on and i manage to complete the full song on my own and i really felt like i am on the top of the world. Really cant describe how happy i was at that time.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">The days followed with my performance in keyboard everyday at home and most times the audience were my sister and mom and they were really happy by the way i played. To make the scene more lovely at an enhanced level, i had even connected my keyboard to the output of music system and gave a multiplied feel of effect for the music i play. I never lose the chance to play the same in any situation, if any relative visit to my house or even at school where i was actually not a member of the music group, but when they were in practice room, and my friend was really surprised when i played it in the big keyboard he owned. Yes, the notes i created by hearing the song again and again were so perfect that everyone who came to hear it, appreciated me a lot and some of them even wished to share the notes from me. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_4QwGnUprM0t8FMobPlFLjz_ZWvDmdG_h8Djq05MQ2Q8fWvM1VjTXPlSdq4DMC3oEzgNjVwJS4ALvF09Wz5R6Tj-niORQWmaw7pyjltAeXoH4YQE1tXyHL9pexQz9x7m_qf_eapdMhs/s1600/Music+started+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_4QwGnUprM0t8FMobPlFLjz_ZWvDmdG_h8Djq05MQ2Q8fWvM1VjTXPlSdq4DMC3oEzgNjVwJS4ALvF09Wz5R6Tj-niORQWmaw7pyjltAeXoH4YQE1tXyHL9pexQz9x7m_qf_eapdMhs/s200/Music+started+9.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>But in pace of life i couldnt keep up the classes nor practicing my keyboard. May be its due to a slight uninteresting approach from my dad's part too that, he felt like i am wasting my time on music when i was actually meant to study and build my career. In time i was forced to kill the love i have, to perform music and so had to discontinue my music classes and dedicate myself only to my studies. But life always shows it hard part and in my case too, it was no different. Because now i stand without a stable career nor a thorough knowledge in music....which is really painful....adding to the unfulfilled wishes....just another loss in my life....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtlVuHP6XQCbZ-fN1BZJn5CFRb7s0m2Pxx9xVsuwbzA1H9avNFiQLbd7cm_SclI0y3NADDo09AeyBj3HLjeYHc3QZ61DPrDsEeCa0f7_qxiXSZ8P2XYViEGUEDz3tZBXqwrDCKY_zWlo/s1600/Music+started+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtlVuHP6XQCbZ-fN1BZJn5CFRb7s0m2Pxx9xVsuwbzA1H9avNFiQLbd7cm_SclI0y3NADDo09AeyBj3HLjeYHc3QZ61DPrDsEeCa0f7_qxiXSZ8P2XYViEGUEDz3tZBXqwrDCKY_zWlo/s320/Music+started+10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Now i am no more a performer, but a good listener and sometimes so addictive too to good music; those ones which creep inside my head and makes me feel so good. May be ie why i always wish to enjoy music alone, since i am too shy to even express it in front of others. Its like i used to mock playing a keyboard in my empty table itself while enjoying the song or even perform some dance steps of my own. To be precise i have even specific songs to hear at different moods to console myself and hearing it over and over really helps me a lot....sometimes even more than the consoling words from a friend itself....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><i>Today also i can quote this music of Titanic as the very best i have heard in my entire life. The one which made me fall in love with music who is my lonely companion now. When James Cameroon created a love symbol as a movie itself, actually James Horner has created a music of Love itself and may be ie why it still sings inside the heart of every lover forever and ever....</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><u><i><span style="font-size: large;">This is the one i tried playing on my keyboard at that time:</span></i></u></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSZCFFpix2g?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSZCFFpix2g?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSZCFFpix2g">Video Link - Titanic Rose Theme ( The Portrait )</a></span></div>Renjuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702480134510884218noreply@blogger.com4