tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79942939337861995212024-03-12T21:00:03.502-07:00minaroAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205616991367245938noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994293933786199521.post-60599967326954613602012-10-03T15:21:00.001-07:002012-10-03T15:21:22.447-07:00Conquering Fear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pen did you forget me as I have been away for long or paper
have you lost the memories you had with me? Sorry for the break up we had been
through but here I’m coming to regain that moments we had in the past. But
honestly I don’t like to approach to you directly. No! there is no fault of
yours( pen and paper ) .It’s because I have to go through many torturous
moments before I come to grip you to make you walk all over the body of paper.
You two are my dose, a psychological dose though bitter I have to swallow you ,
a heartache which I can neither give up nor can I happily embrace it .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My thoughts are inevitable. Maybe I’m not an extrovert to the
physical world as I ‘m just used to cherishing with words and letters. I might
be infidel who makes himself go crazy, sleepless like an owl with two blunt
eyes wide open because of some crazy theories and thoughts that my heart and
mind disagree with. My mind whirls like a tsunami wave until it can no more run
to its speed. But at some point, I feel like my life has accepted this fact and
am happy about this decision. I have started to love to torture myself as I
would have been extinct to the world of illusion if I hadn’t been through these
torturous moments. I got the chance to discover myself, stretch the intensity
of my thoughts and did make my brain nerves discover its flexibility strength.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Let Not Fear Be The Compromise</u></i></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I don’t wanna be an innocent from the cruel and fraudulent
world. A few skirmishes of thoughts, resolving it through my self-made
theories, being unsatisfied with the result and rethinking again has led me to
the process of invention of new thoughts, new ideas and a tortoise pace to
discover the real world. That has become a part of my life and has helped me to
gain the moment of modern Boudhistatwa. This has made the fear inside me vanish
and has brought the cruel but helpful thoughts to try anything instead of
dreaming. I’m trying to persevere my life, trying to walk towards the self-righteous
freedom which I have been dreaming since ages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Practically I have stopped dreaming instead have started to
pace my life towards the reality. I’m trying to use words to bolster my
thoughts on the bed of reality so that I can be close to the world where I can
share my wild thoughts and opinion with different people who are looking the
same horizon. I have always tried to be an audacious explorer of my own life. I’m
always trying to play with vicious moments, challenging myself if I could
create some new positive portrait out of a wrong colour. It’s gruelling. But
the excitement and adventure makes it worth to play. It’s dangerous but the
guts to take it as a challenge makes you feel that you are worthy enough to the
world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Running Away Isn't A Way To Solution</u></i></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was 6/7 when I invented my fear inside me. Though was
vicious moment but that taught me how a fear can swallow your precious moments
(everything of your life). Fear of getting swayed away by flooding river
haunted me till I turned 18, until I challenged my fear with my life and jumped
into the deep water without a clue what I was doing. That day I had victory and
was able to remove ‘phobia’ from the word ‘water’. Fear has no limit and it’s
like a savage beast that you carry though you hate it. Fear can give a birth to
some barbarous thoughts and might compel to end up those thoughts into reality.
Fear, a barrier of fire towards the world of freedom and is a hindrance to
humankind. It’s born with your birth but it’s just a matter of time when you
are able to discover it and can manipulate you in such a way, you would lose
the direction of your life, to the real world unless you gather the guts to
challenge it. If you can’t challenge it you are its next prey. Even you can’t
win it over; you must have that courage to challenge it. Preparation is the
only weapon to make ‘fear’ to wiggle with its own fear. Life isn’t complete
without conquering fear. It’s not me madly blabbering these words neither I’m
typing these words in an unconscious state. Yes! I’m in my total wits and senses
as that was a word from renowned world’s conqueror and a warrior of the time
which my mind could not permanently save his name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>I'm Talking About That Light After Conquering Fear</u></i></b></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A fear of failing your exam, fear you couldn’t satisfy your
girlfriend/ boyfriend, fear of divorce, fear you would get fat or slim, fear of
getting old, dying etc. If you look all around you, you won’t find a single
person without fear. I ain’t a perfect person to stand out and set an example
but at least I could be the example who is trying to conquer his fear with
perfection and trying to fill the Life’s incomplete canvas with different
colour. I did start this few years earlier and everyone around me has figured
out the difference in me, me of past and present. Let me tell you, this has
made me feel like I’m gaining my lost and unknown freedom with which I’m
completing my life, setting my life towards my self-defined ‘perfection’. But
might I be telling you a lie, writing well thought fake thoughts. There you go
already letting your heart and mind letting it engulfed by the fear you hate so
much. You let the fear born without thinking a
mille -second, what you fear of, before completely being shaken by it. I’m
trying to purge my Marilyn Monroe smile, trying to replace with that of Mona Lisa’s
smile, adjoining it with the truth the later one beholds. Mona Lisa’s smile
isn’t the perfect smile but she hints the truth about mystery that she beholds
in her smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">‘Fear whom you don’t seem to give a damn about it but you
automatically surrender before it attacks you’. A vague premonition gives birth
to a cycle of fear. Just challenge it to conquer it. Dive into it, wrestle with
it until you get a satisfied conclusion. Fight before you surrender. Surrender
always holds a vicious mystery, but if you fight it either you can dig out that
mystery with a smile of glory or can have a lifelong satisfaction though you
been defeated. I would like to spend a dark and lonely night inside a haunted
chalet, surrounded by these giant wild beasts. But that’s just my imagination,
my unwanted want. I’m just hinting you that you need to try what you fear most.
If you fear of being fat, torture your body with shitloads of exercises,
workouts, rough heats and sweats rather than torturing your soul by counting
calories disgracefully and making your hungry stomach weep in front of your strangers
and making you blush of embarrassment. The first torture I talked presents you
with a certificate (of satisfaction of hard work) while the later one gives you
an evil laugh letting you be mentally and physically miserable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Dive into solution before fear grabs you. Things bound to
happen will happen in life. There is no stopping to it. No one has discovered a
machine to display all the premonitions with truths. If you think you are weak
at something, wrestle with it till you master all the skills, till you feel you
have got that ray of perfection. It always works on me as I’m a tortoise
learner and achiever. Don’t let the rudiments of fear start a pyrrhic dance
before you show your first move. Be prepared, be brave and let your every move
be a step of pyrrhic dance to ‘fear’ and make it fear by its own ‘fear’. Never
imagine of a fortress as a world is itself a nasty battlefield. Be prepared as
a warrior who ain’t afraid of death like a morally immortal warrior. You will
see ‘fear’ fears to take a step towards you. Your eyes glinting with a fire of confidence,
bravery and reflection of no regrets will always help to overcome that ‘fear’. Don’t
let fear prevail in any war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Are you still scared of getting old, getting fat, jumping of
a plane or fear that you might fear again? Question yourself and make a
decision for yourself, if you want to bid good bye to this life with full of
fear or want to live a fearless, colourful life and wrestle with death with a
smile on your face. #<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The choice is yours<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Bless me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Takeshi<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205616991367245938noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994293933786199521.post-27657878480910488522012-05-24T13:37:00.001-07:002012-05-24T13:37:27.429-07:00The Charring State And Its Eunuch People<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(<b><i>The
Blog I’m writing isn’t some stupid and tempered thoughts …it’s a thought, which
was swinging in my mind and heart for a long time…. Don’t think I’ against
peace, it’s just that I don’t wanna see anymore dead bodies and fake revolt and
I’m dying to see my country rising) I’m dying to see my country rising)</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh!
Been a long time since I haven’t updated my blog, it is because I’m selfish and
I admit it. Unless a thunder of grief or tensions doesn’t come to hit my life I
don’t get energy to write or express myself. You don’t know how much I hate to
write this blog cause I never wanted to write this. But everything has its
limit and when it goes beyond limit it takes the other way. I’m writing this, as
my blog friends are all from different parts of the world and I want to share
the story of my birthplace, my birth country and I’m sure you won’t regret it
as it’s a strange story and at some place you can help me commenting on the
thoughts and idea you have about my country.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My
friends and people (from my country) don’t get me wrong as this blog is just
the reflection of my thoughts and I’m not being outsiders or a fake citizen. I
know that getting a different passport and trying to mimic foreign accent
doesn’t make me foreigner and I also know that even today if I vomit and look
for the food particles strung in the gap of my teeth, there would be food particles
(gundruk and sinki ) from my birthplace. Wherever I go or what ever I do my
identity and the fact that I’m from Nepal won’t change. Hey! You are wrong. I
don’t hate my country. I just feel sorry for myself and my fellow countrymen
and women.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m
from Nepal and Nepal is my birthplace and it’s the fact that I won’t regret
until I’m mentally sick. Fact that I lived my childhood and the way my country gave
me few peaceful moments to rejoice my innocence and wilderness would always
motivate me to love my country. . Yeah! However or at what condition I will stand
but my body and soul will always tempt to have his last moments in Nepal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lately
my country is on fire and it’s us (Nepalese people) who lit the fire. Fires of
discrimination, racism because of the fact you belong to different tribe and
different parts of the Nepal? Does it make sense? Yeah I think it does, as some
of the people who are leading such fake revolution are people with Degrees and
Doctorate. I’m writing this because I want the world to know what makes
Nepalese different from them or what we lack in our sperm and ova so that we
can’t give birth to a true Nepalese a strong and true revolutionary.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Now lets talk about my countrymen. I’m not
joking guys but if you want to be a minister just fly to Nepal and help some political
group to burn tyres and support them, you can be the next foreign minister
tomorrow. I have seriously stopped updating with the name of prime ministers
and president of my country Nepal because it changes so fast perhaps you
wouldn’t change your toothbrush as fast as the president and the prime
ministers of my country changes. Don’t ask me about my country’s ministers,
they change so fast that perhaps I don’t change my boxers that often. (Don’t
Think I’m dirty)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>This is what we fight for! For a ray of light...for a hope..fak</u></b>e</td></tr>
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My countrymen
have started to turn into bats and owls because we don’t have electricity and
kerosene to lit light during nights.
Again we have started to gain that lost vision power to see things in
the darkness because of the load shedding we are having. At some places people
just don’t remember when they charged their phones for the last time and
unfortunately my home do fall in that place. Except the fact my country is one
of the richest in natural resources in the world we had nothing to make our
country stand out but now we do have facts to make us stand out as the country
with longest load shedding, the longest strike (most days of the year being
strike) for economy market falling down for having the greatest and dumbest
number of ministers with exceptional qualities of bribery. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your
country might have trends or fashion of clothing and music but in my country,
currently there is a trend to create a new political party and the competition
to organise strike. It’s not the outsiders to lead and follow that strike; it’s
us to support them. Oh!! Though we don’t have a train in our country but we do
have a longest train of strikes and demonstration as one strike leads the other
for e.g. few months back students put on a strike because they couldn’t cheat
on their exam and some groups demonstrated against them. Wow it can be a fun to
listen but it’s nothing worse than to be a victim.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Current trend in nepal!! Fake or Real????</u></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Those bodies proved to be just a sacrifice for our leaders !!!!</u></b></td></tr>
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Oh!
I nearly forgot to share one thing as it’s been old but fact is fact we did
turned blind and deaf when our own king and his family were murdered? What a
shameless people we have turned, as we were the one who used to die protecting
their relatives but turned deaf and blind when we lost our own guardian and
yeah worshipped the murdered in the form of god and regarded as a next king.
I’m not in favour of monarchy but with the least humanity we could have done
better than what we did then.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>I wonder if that grin is for the change he had in his life!</u></b></td></tr>
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There
was a decade long Maoist Revolution which ended with the end of Monarchy but
shamelessly I have to tell that after multiple of years we haven’t been able to
bring the right constitution in our country because we are really busy dividing
our share of seats in the parliament and exchange with cleverer ministers to suck
the people and country. Oh! How can I forget about the leaders who leaded the
revolution? they used to live in jungle but now they have bungalows and cars,
expensive gadgets and they have gained much weight perhaps falls on the obesity
category. There were always good changes
after a long and hard revolt in the world and its history but my country has made
a record from being worse to worst after a decade long bloody revolution. But
we have progressed on giving birth the hundreds of new cheap leaders and
ministers. A glued and totally weightless leader and minister who have the
tenacity to extend as a rubber to get power and money, that’s what we have
progressed so far after the sacrifice of thousands of innocents people. I think
even the current government official don’t hold the statistics about the number
of political parties in the country because every day there is a birth of new political
party.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m
not writing this blog to curse ministers or leaders of our country as that
would prove me helpless to the world but want to prove that how foolish we (Nepalese)
are. “ Unite we stand Divide we fall “ we know that but did remix to this
saying and have our one “Unite we fight divide we kill” as we are busy to
dividing our country. I tagged us as a ‘fool’,
and you might be reddened with anger about my accusation. Why I called everyone
fools? Because it is the truth and I know its bitter but we earned it. Look
around you who is going on a strike and burning tyres and doing the act of vandalism?
Is it the Leaders or we? Technically leaders tend to lead but in my country the
supporter leads and leaders hides in a safe place. We preach of peace but at
the same time get to the road shouting the slogans and burning tyres. Aren’t we
foolish? Aren’t we multi tongued and confused about what we want?<o:p></o:p></div>
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How many leaders were killed in a decade long
civil war and how many ministers were killed and murdered till now in our country?
Perhaps our fingers becomes too much to count, Isn’t it? But can you count the
number of our people killed and murdered till now? No we can’t …It’s not coz we
don’t know the number but it’s because we killed them and have guilt as we
stand there supporting their murderer.
What a bunch of eunuch people we have been? A county of Gurkhas!!! Gurkhas
who kept the world under fear to lead the foreign country to victory but when
it comes to fighting for ourselves we proved to be a dead soul or dead body ………
when it comes to bravery we have always been short sighted. We have been blinded and fooled and played
emotionally by these leaders. We are too emotional about some fragile cause. We
demonstrate and revolt without thinking and later regret and blame on others.
We have the courage to kill sick patients to hospital by burning ambulance or
blocking their way but we are scared to slap a minister or leaders? We have
this tradition of being a meat-eating monk. No! We are eunuch, a clever one who
don’t have the guts to face to truth but have the guts to do anything if there
is some backup, after all we all are same like leaders looking a safe path for
our own. Isn’t It??<o:p></o:p></div>
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We
demand of equality but we are ourselves discriminating among ourselves else why
a Nepalese who have courage to murder innocent people can’t murder a cruel and
selfish minister or leader. It’s because we believe their life’s hold multi
value than the average citizen. Am I right? Just stay with your heart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And
we are foolish coz though how much the ministers and political parties twists
us and torments us instead of murdering them we are murdering the innocence.
Don’t we know the law? Sentence of killing a minister and an innocent citizen
is same!!!! Hope I’m right here!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>People hate her for being a suicide bomber ! but i truly wonder about her courage !!!</u></b></td></tr>
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Yeah
I’m serious about testing and comparing my semen with the guys from other parts
of world who can give birth to a suicide bomber and I can’t (ALL NEPALESE)? I’m
eager to know what lacks in our semen and ova? How we aren’t able to give birth
to one suicide bomber who can die for his country but can give birth to
thousands of gurkhas who can die for foreign country? I’m serious about bombers
and killers. Sometimes when I hear of a man/ woman who were killed coz their
ambulance have been burned or hospitals been shut coz of some stupid
demonstrations I really wish that the death person were able to foresee his
death and turned into suicide bomber and killed our one of the ministers. </div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>This is what we can do !!! (hahhaha)</u></b></td></tr>
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Our
minister truly knows we are bunch of eunuch and greedy peoples who can be
blinded with a thousand bucks or a seat in the organisation. They are one of
falsely talented leaders who can break the nation into such pieces that we wont
be able to find its reminiscences. I sometimes wonder why I have been so coward
as though I’m aware of the ill things going on and still doesn’t have the
courage to terrorise these minister. Our minister thinks they can do anything
they want as they have the steering wheel to drive the people. I know I can’t
make any difference neither do this blog …but I would think that my effort
worked if someone there stands out and kill one of these fake leaders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We
are preaching peace but it’s so fake and gay that we our selves can’t face each
other looking in the mirror. What
difference does it make if you kill a fake leader in spite of innocent citizen?
If we are truly seeking peace then this should have happened a long time ago.
It’s not happening because we have been used to being their characters a proper
robotic dolls and true servant but at the same time can’t stop barking like a
stray dogs about our demand of a peaceful country. Oh! Come on stop preaching
and acting like a bunch of fool by organising peace rallies or any stupid
movement if you seriously want to revolt then hit the target in his chest
thrust your khukuri on his body, shove their heads and only they will start to
think about the consequences. Else it’s all in vein coz their hearts have
already turned to stone after they played the holi with our people’s blood. A
proper raw blood. The revolt should be upside down. In the earlier revolution
people were killed but the one I’m talking the leaders should be killed. At
least after that we can get a true leader who is ready to sacrifice his head to
serve the country and that’s when we can hope a pure patriotism from them.
Every leader who is so busy to divide our country I have two middle fingers
pointing towards you and yeah it’s for you!!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>I'm Wating for that rifle to be pointed towards our ministers!!</u></b></td></tr>
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Every
things has its limit and leaders and ministers it’s not me it’s the science
telling that…there’s no guarantee that we would be giving birth to eunuchs only
as we are mixing our sperm and ova with foreigners be careful there can be a
birth of suicide bombers and you can be the first victim!! Better think about
than to regret, better cleanse the lust and greed about your position and seats
and better start thinking about your country! Sometimes I wonder if I could
inject some drugs that would compel leaders to vomit all their fakes and show
their true colour but alas it’s just my imagination!! Not a reality … I’m pathetic coz I don’t have the guts to
slap them and thrust the khukuri on their fat filled chest of which they are so
proud!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m just waiting for the fear inside us to be burned
or waiting for the birth of true revolutionary who can sacrifice his life
rather than drooling with the selfishness like you and me by killing these fake
leaders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Waiting
the days to come!!!<o:p></o:p><br />
Takeshi<br />
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<b>What can i tell about me and you ....Picture speaks a thousand words ...look and just give a single thought where we are standing. You and i call our self proudly human ..but i call myself a man without humanity....i remove hu from human after i see this pic...</b><br />
<b>This is also a shake to the world how far we have been pushed into slavery by the modern gadgets..this pic really terrifies me though it's kindda suicide ,......</b><br />
<u><b><i>Bless us </i></b></u><br />
<u><b><i>takeshi</i></b></u></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205616991367245938noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994293933786199521.post-57372094600839996092012-03-19T16:33:00.002-07:002012-03-19T16:33:29.080-07:00Love 2 Love????????<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Which left me with a ?</span></u></i></b></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">‘Love’! I thought you were simple
but despite of reading piles of books about you or watching thousand GB (gigabytes)
of movies screened related to you, still leaves me blank when I tend to define
you. I think the reason is I never try to grasp you or been coward to embrace
you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You know how much I’m hating to type
these words as you might prove my words wrong because of your flexibity is such
that you tend to bend the way situation bends you. You are like sand in the
Gobi desert blowing in the same direction with the rhythm of the wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><span style="font-size: small;">this can be a great Quote or can be a funniest joke!!</span></u></i></b></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">But I’m here trying to bare you
naked about how I felt and feel about you “TILL TODAY” because I don’t have the
confidence to challenge you as I’m scared of your tenacity to drag the whole
world in favor of you to prove my words wrong . When I overconfidently tend to
judge you and compare with the characters of the book and movie I have gone
through, later I realize myself, what a fool I have been as a book or movie is
just a single person’s perception about you. That’s when I tend to lose my mind
because you leave me blank when I feel most confident about you. World can neither escape from your spell nor
can embrace you because you are as deceiving as jack. Thus I have no other
option then to write my thoughts and experiences about ‘you’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> You have such a gravity to pull the whole world,
that despite knowing you are full of shits and have few happiness people risk
their chance to get 5% of ‘you’ despite of 95% chance to get shits.When you
cling on people, I, everyone lose their capability to judge you. This leaves me
mysterious about you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><u>Are you thinking what i'm thinking ???</u></i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Love” when you invite fight, jealousy,
breakup and crimes I start to feel numb about you. But when you tend to mix
with lust and become the world’s complicated cocktail which makes me think of
the calculation Love = Sex, I start to lose faith on you and start to see
stars, moons on the broad daylight. You know why I’m confused so much about you
it’s because of the experiences I have gone through and seen. Oh ‘Love’ when
you beg marriage to make you complete why you beg divorce to be your next
boyfriend? ‘Love’ sometimes I feel you are disgusting but the feeling I had
during my first crush blackmails me to forgive you. I think you have done the same
with everyone. You are a dualist coz you have that power of giving the utmost
pleasure and times 2 pains at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><u>True to Me!!what you think!!!</u></i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">Here I’m though been already 20, I’m
more confused than I was .Years ago When I had a fling with this yahoo(social
site) girl you came to whisper me that I was in love but it ended with the wrong
calculation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">How you define that incident when
you came across me and lured me to be with you when I started to dream of a
girl during my college days? I hope this quotes perfectly defines my heydays’
relationships.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">After the fall of teenage, I woke up
and sympathized myself that I was too
young or had infatuation in the previous relations but after my cousin’s breakup who was 25 , older than me , with his long
term girlfriend ,you pricked me a little
about the age factor in love and mockingly whispered me that I was wrong about
you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><u>Wish i won't be the guy over here!!</u></i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">After few years later, I started to
earn my own bread and told myself that I was ready to be in relationship then
some bitter thing happened with my best friend as he broke up with his girl
whom he had loved for years and promised to get married ‘now’ knowing the
reason that she belong to different clan and his parent’s disapproval of their
marriage. Love Are you laughing or crying???<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Few months back, one of my brit
colleagues (from my workplace) had special experience about ‘you’ similar like
that of Britney Spears and Justin </span>Timberlake<span lang="EN-US"> only the difference being that they didn’t get
married on that night. He met this hot
blonde on the club and said he was smitten by the so called “love on first sight”
and spent the night together but the next day he came to work saying when they
woke up the following morning they didn’t recognize each other and was asking
us what happened that night. I couldn’t hold my laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The most complicated one is that of my
maternal uncle and aunt who have a son same as my age and now they want a
divorce because they say that they have now found their respective soul mates.
Fact they told the same thing when they were getting married years ago my aunt
being the eyewitness. I’m puzzled and dazzled by you ‘Love’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><u>To my Aunt And uncle wishing them gudluck !!!!</u></i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">I thought you were mysterious to me
because I’m naïve but you left me blank when I found that the philosophers,
writers and scientists whom I respect were also puzzled by you. Now with the 21<sup>st</sup>
Century on my path and characters (celebrities) real dramas about you on their
real life you make me wonder more about you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You are really a mystery like Life
and death may be a greater one as death and life is fixed but you aren’t. No
worries I have made up my mind with the famous quote “Everything is fair in
love and war” .I don’t know much about war because there is rules of engagement
and so many other rules military and civil like that of cobweb to bind soldiers
that can drive you to the deathbed but I think “love” You are a British
Constitution, as u can’t be defined in written form by these ugly alphabets and
tend to have the elasticity of ‘it’ whenever and wherever you can be extended
according to the need of a ‘ruler’. You are amendable. You can neither be caged
by these silly emotions nor by these funny tears which foolishly think it can
melt you but you have the melting point higher than that of diamond. You have
such elasticity that you tend to flop that of latex and chewing gum. The winner
becomes the party who can bend wrong to right or create an illusion that he is
right though he is wrong like a lawyer in the court. Yeah you can be deceiving
as fox so I am not trusting you neither defining you until I’m resting on my
deathbed. It’s just my perception about what I have seen and felt so far. But
as for me now It’s a matter of being hurt or hurting someone and don’t have the
guts to be the first one..? I think maximum follow me in this case. Or you
should be prepared to count stars in the broad day light with few kisses of cocktail
and shots.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><u>That's My spirit!!!</u></i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US"> Best of luck <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><i>Takeshi</i></b></span></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205616991367245938noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994293933786199521.post-24653250674278448922012-03-04T04:44:00.000-08:002012-03-04T04:44:27.508-08:00Where Hope Is Murdered Before They Are Born<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">Satisfaction and happiness aren’t
guaranteed in human life which leaves human life as an unfolded mystery. There is always greed that sticks like
superglue in our life. Worries and tensions are other form of greed. It looks
different but at the end it takes it real form, which is greed. My thoughts
aren’t just my perception it’s a wakeup call to the world, time to realize
about where we stand from rest of the world. Most of the people who will go
through my blog must have thought once about what I’m writing about. My
thoughts might sound offensive to certain people but as I have right to express
….I’m ready to take the challenges that my words might bring. After all my words
aren’t a false barking, it’s roaring of truth that the world needs to hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh ! We Lucky Brats!</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">Recently questioning with my
unsatisfied life, I felt like I have got the biggest problem and thought I was
only the one who was unsatisfied. But what a moron I was??Being brought up in a
decent family with good education I had started to think the world is better
than my life. I felt I was the only one going through pain and misery?? I’m
sure I’m not the only one to think like that. I can see loads of worries in the
newspapers, Facebook, twitters and magazines. Reading all those brain washing
problems of people I had become one of them. You don’t have to think much about </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">what I’m talking about….I is talking about your problem and mine too. And yeah
you are a moron and I’m too. Because those who are on real problems won’t be
able to read my blog neither they might have idea about what Blog means?? You
might be cursing me for tagging u moron but after reading my blog, hope you
would feel my tag was true. Yes! I’m talking about your heart broken life which
might have left you suicidal. If you are going to suicide, do not worry I won’t
stop you but give me 5 minutes of your miserable life then you can do anything
after reading my blog. Some of you might be in tensions about why your girlfriend
or boyfriend left you?? Some might be wondering why they can’t have lifelike of
celebrity. Celebrities might be wondering about their breast size, their
genital size their weights and appearances… about their six pack about their looks.
you might be wondering about your finance , needs , and everything. Yeah
everyone in every level of society, they are in tensions and worries. But the
society and people I’m going to talk about don’t know what we are worrying about??<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Graduate from International university ! What a waste and a great curse?</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">Yeah currently going through the
notes and books about the lives of people living through war and dictatorship,
I tagged myself as a greatest moron. I was compelled to compare my life with
theirs and at the end I was laughing and crying at the same time. Yeah I was
going crazy both positively and negatively. Yes I’m talking about North Korean
people who have to go to labor camp for not cleaning the portrait of their
leader. I’m talking about the children of Somalia who shrinks to the size of
mouse before dying of hunger and yeah I’m talking about the women’s of Africa
who have lost everything but still tries
to breastfeed their child until they shrinks to the size of super 0 figure
before dying with their infants suckling on their dead bodies. I was thinking
I’m living in the country with problems but I was too naïve about the meaning
of “problem”. Youngsters like me who are living in developed countries put a
complaint about their parents not letting them to go to party, some youngsters
jump in front of the train for being dumped. You have right to your life and
yeah you can end when you want but just let me share how hard people try to
live their life under the worst circumstances. We should visualize about the
innocent African people fighting for their last breath because of hunger, about
an infant who was shot by the rebel’s gun and fighting for his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">God you weren't my creator you were the cause of my misery !</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">North Korea being one of the
mysterious countries in the world, they are living life beyond our imagination.
Once talking about Korean you might have the impression about the hot, sexy and
plastically cute South Korean model and young hunk with cheesy smile in some
dramas and movies. But they have their own brothers and sisters living in the
dark side of the world who struggle for their daily needs, who have survived
the famine when North Korea didn’t get any support from other countries. Ask a North
Korean girl surviving in labor camp about what a bachelor party means?? Ask a
boy from North Korea what’s clubbing means?? They will start to sing their
national prayer about their dictator leader like a rifle in the burst mode.
This isn’t their will but under the nozzle of the gun, their lips automatically
fire the prayer in a burst mode. The women and children in Afghanistan torn
apart because of war, people of Somalia torn between civil war, HIV, and
famine, they all are human like us. Can you give me a good reason why they have
that life and why we haven’t? While talking about war you might think soldiers
with guns killing people & children but they aren’t the real culprit. They
are themselves the other victims of war. No people are born as a trained
killer. It’s the situation (do or die) that compel them to kill people. But you
should keep in mind those soldiers who have triggered a gun in people’s life
live a haunted life throughout his life. You can figure out who is the real culprit?
Is it the guys in uniform or the guys in suits who decide where to deploy these
soldiers and order them to kill??<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you have tears in your eyes for my death or saving for the suicide of some celebrity ?</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">Going through a book about North
Korea “Nothing To Envy” I felt like is it true?? But after researching through
websites and papers, notes and many other sources, interviews of defecator from
North Korea I found that the book was true. Can you imagine your life in prison
camp with your family for watching the foreign channels? Yes it’s the
consequences that north Korean people have to face. We might be boasting about our
rights and freedom but there are some places where you lose your rights before
you were born. Last year, with the death of Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, and
this year of Whitney Houston because of drug overdose people flooded with
tears, it surprised me as we had been deaf to the death of thousands of people
in Africa, Afghanistan where they died because of we didn’t help them, we
didn’t voice for them, we didn’t fight for them to wipe a group of dictator who
resulted war in these countries. I myself was stunned to the way our selfish mind
has changed our holy soul into a paranoid soul. If not so why would we shed
tears and would worry about the suicide of singers who sang about the
characters that touched our heart while the real characters are being killed in
front of our eyes?? Aren’t we a real moron??? They chose their own death, but
one who wants to live are being killed and murdered on this same world we are
sharing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A month ago, with the death of North
Korean leader ‘ Kim Jung il’, there was a choreographed death mourning people
in front of the camera but as I had known the truth I questioned myself, Are
they truly mourning over his death or shedding tears of happiness and freedom on
the death of this brutal, selfish soul? (As I have read that the North Korean
government punishes the one who don’t shed tears on their leader’s death.)Beside
these countries, there are list of countries where life is beyond our imagination,
Nepal, India, Burma etc. While judging about these countries, do not judge
looking at the minor people on the limelight, you should be judging looking at
the overall people of these countries. But
to be honest the developed countries are also infected with the virus of sex slavery
and different crimes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">YEs ! Our Freedom is caged here and you don't have the guts to help us , Do You ?</td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US">Girls might be wondering about
showing off their sexy thighs and well developed breast but what if you were
born in a country where girls in burka are raped and where women’s breast
sticks to their ribs cage because of hunger ? Just consider lucky and take a
deep sigh. So goes to the boys, we might be complaining about school or college
being hard for us but what if we were born in some African countries where you
will be handed AK4 7 before you know your age to go to school!! We might be boasting about the number of girls
we bedded down during our bachelor life but what if we were born in a country
where you would be exchanging your life to hold your last breathe. You and I should be thanking to god! The
rights, freedom we boast of are possible in few countries that we lucky brats
are living. There is people living life
beyond our imagination. There are places where there is light for few people
and darkness for the millions. There is darkness beyond our imagination. The
light we are seeing is just the illusionary light to create a false pride on us,
to make you boast of who you are and to give you a false sense of freedom but
after a few hundred miles from the place we are living there is pitch black
darkness where we would be crawling to get a ray of hope. That’s the reality we need to live on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Though, myself been raised on the
brink of 10 years civil war, I consider myself lucky to these African people
and North Korean people, because we had day to rejoice our life during civil
war. but these people have to live day and night in fear. Night made the decision of our fate whether
we would be orphaned or be taken to fight for the terrorist or killed with the
army’s bullet. But the people I’m talking lose their hope as soon as they
realize they have life. It’s worst to live without ray of hope than being
killed or murdered. Hope is the only means of living or surviving. Hope is the
living shadow of life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Now comparing our problem with these
people, do you still think you are unlucky?? Are you still suicidal?? If yes
than can you do these people a favor? Can you write a note of will to your
parents or to the police or to the government about donating the expenses that
they might have to spend in upbringing you
to donate to these people who are dying because it’s their compulsion
not an excuse to escape away from problems like you and me !! I think it would be the first good thing
you and I would have ever done. It might leave a slight ray of hope on us being
treated good in hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You might feel depressed, frustrated
with your life which is normal but to lose hope to live life and to struggle is
worse than death. If you fall don’t give a damn about it! Try to bounce back.
That will give you a feeling that you can live your life. My motto to write
this blog isn’t to make you revolutionary or neither to motivate you to be
suicidal but to help you make a reasonable decision when you are feeling low in
some stages of you your life. To make you bold to face the problem in spite of
being suicidal, to make you feel you are a blessed soul and luckiest of all to
have such a great free life. Life always comes with a challenge but you have to
kick it with your greatest strength so that you can feel the challenge was nothing
compared to the people who have lost their every right and freedom before they
were born. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Takeshi<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205616991367245938noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994293933786199521.post-80433945359839072662012-02-18T08:30:00.000-08:002012-02-18T08:30:19.286-08:00Truth Is Bitter <span style="font-size: large;"> <b><u> Please play the song before you start my blog !</u></b></span><br />
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know how I ended to this piece of paper. I don’t know if this is true or not
but the feeling it has stirred on me is true and painful. It hurts and will
keep hurting till my life. This piece of paper is so full of pain that I was
scared to share and I’m sure it gives no one a pleasant feeling after reading
this piece of paper. I’m a man and man
aren’t supposed to be sentimental but I’m sharing a thought and compelling people to think of the subject I’m going to raise instead of
being sentimental. One of my friends told me, “A real man raise the issues but
a boy try to hide the issue”. That line was inspiring to me .The so called our “toughness”
of man results the negligence and results problems in our life. This problems
sometimes results crime either illegally or most inhumanly. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>I'm
not an exceptional guy because I’ve been raised by the way you were raised. I grew
up the way you have been grown up but my thoughts started to linger where I could
see a problem. Couple of years ago I was in a serious relationship with this
woman, whom I had shared my dream of being together but later realized that that dream was vacant
and we two were really selfish. We broke up for the best. I was a hypocrite and so was she. We dreamt a
dream where there was no place for our old parents. That feeling still terrifies
me. This piece of paper exactly brought me that same feeling when I was feeling
more guilty than heartbroken. I don’t
think I’m the only one to have this kind of dream. How many of you dreamt a
dream with your girlfriend with your old parents in it? If you are honest to yourself,
only a few did.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><u>You can't see the pain in my laughter ! Do you ?</u></span></b></blockquote>
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<b>We are
always busy thinking about our weekend plans and night out and dating. We can
chat for hours with our friend on the internet but we don’t seem to have a
single second to talk to our old parents (includes granny). Few years back I was
really sensible to these things as I had my old granny in my own house. She was the one to make me feel special in
the whole family. She chose me instead
of other 25 grandchildren. I was also special to her but I didn’t bribe her to
create such feeling neither did I serve her 24/7. What I did was just a humanly
act. I gave her my few minutes to listen her talks and stories that made her
day and her face would shine like that of moon. I’m not lying. If you haven’t seen
a moon on your granny’s face than try once.
You will see the brightest smile in your life. Those lining on his/ her
face, will reflect the happiest memories of his/her youth. Their wrinkled eye
bags hold the mystery of their life which they want to share to their children.
But we don’t have times. We have becomes the slaves of the technology and
gadgets. Our true joys been engulfed by these materialistic world.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>They
are not asking us more, they want our happiness and so they won’t bother you
with their problems. You have to look for it. We are so foolish that we forget
that one day we will be old. The stream we leap on a jump today will be hard to
cross even with a bridge. We are real idiots to forget these small things. Just
think what we expect when we get old and do the same to your old ones, they
will be praying to god for having you. My granny told me when one get old the
cycles starts again. Old people start to behave like an infant and dies on the
same process. I never understood her but today I can get slightest view of her
saying. Once we get old our heart becomes as delicate like of infants, so as
our body to disease and climate. Strength tends to be like of infant. That’s
the stage where you will feel more pain of the words that hurts you. At this
stage you know all the meanings but you are so weak to control your emotions. Infants tend to be luckier in this case because
they can be hurt easily they don’t know why they been hurt and forgets
everything soon but it’s different to old people.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-size: small;">i wonder if i could give this smile at his age!</span></u></b></blockquote>
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<b>I
have spent quite a lot of times with the old people and haven’t regretted a
single moment nor have the feeling that I wasted my time. Their serenity always
inspired me and wondered how they manage to keep it permanently. I remember
everything about my grandmother, her boldness to hide her pain and her smile to
fake her wellbeing. These things haunt me. May be I was not old enough to see
things in depth. I remember her temper
on me when I was fighting for her because she didn’t want people to mislead. How could my granny who was so illiterate
could have so much wide thinking? We boast of our certificate but certificates
are illusory to give birth of false seen of achievement. We are trying to
measure our life’s success by our certificates and grades which is shallow
because at the end your life’s success is measured by the happiest moment you
had and shared with your loved ones.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>I’m
not barking like a stray dogs but I’m roaring like a lion to let our self-know
how foolish we are behaving to ourselves. At the end, no one can resist aging
and death. Death timing is a mystery to everyone. That’s the point where god
became fair to everyone. We are
ourselves parents and some of us are on the way to parenthood but few only can
escapes from this stage. Should I tag them as lucky or unlucky?? I’m just confused.
They can tag themselves. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>How
developed your thoughts might be? How strong,
educated, independent you might be? You start to bend towards dependence at
your old age. None imagine their old life in Care home or hospital or anywhere
being apart from their family. That would be the worst nightmare if they have
to. They would cry with greatest pain of their life. You won’t be able to make
it later. If you aren’t able to serve them just let them stay with their loved ones.
Hate in this stage can only be one sided and it’s from our side. They want to
stay with their loved ones because they see their past on their new innocent
children. They see their dream being accomplished in real. Though how badly
they manage to survive with their loved ones they tend to smile with the sense
of achievement and pride of being cared. Finally they want to take their last breathe
with their loved ones around them with a smile on their face. Death was always
a mystery to me. In this case it was more mysterious. My granny sought me before
her last breathe as I was away from home for my education. After finally seeing
me and holding my hand she took her last breathe but one thing remained always
a mystery. She was pointing towards the ceiling with her finger ….but haven’t
been able to find its meaning till now. Whenever I remember her and that
moment, it gives me a kind of feeling that she wanted to share something with
me when I was away. I regret it but I can’t bring that moment. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>If
you don’t plant anything, it’s your foolishness to expect a tree. It’s same on
parenting a child; child is like a barren land. Whatever you plant on him/her, it
grows with the same fruit on him/ her. If we raise our child with the sense of
responsibility that we expect from them when we grow old you should be doing
the same to your parents. We don’t have to create a separate plan for our old
parents we just need to give a space on our day to day life. Like, let our
children teach their grannies to play video games or teach them video chat with
their loved ones. You will see never
forget their grin on their face and creates a strong bond in our family. The dreams
we are dreaming with our children were the same dream they dreamt with us. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>But the
reality is something else. We are so
much in love with the outer world, we are hollow from inside. Our life is like
a pumped balloon which looks so colourful but don’t hold the true happiness and
freshness of our lives. We are too obsessed with the materialistic happiness. We
think of presenting our kids with PSP instead of spending time with them. So we
work day and night to fill these needs and at the end up being a “ballooned parents”.
But when kids tend to mature, the time spent with them help to shape their
future and behaviour not the gift we had presented to them though how hard we
might have worked to buy it.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>So,
for me getting into relationship doesn’t mean the shortest happiness I can see
with my girlfriend. I look to the horizon if I can create my world with her
that’s where it helps me to differentiate between lust and love. Saying “I love you” in every conversation seems
to be the most difficult things in my relationship because that’s simply
telling a lie and being hypocrite. Just think
about what you promise and about the word I love you. You won’t resent if you
give it a thought. I don’t tell you to go deeper but don’t make it too shallow
so the world might laugh on you. Think before you blabber. And yeah when it comes
speaking with the old people dump your anger and bad words in the permanent bin
not in the recycle in<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>“For
your present I gave my past!!!! “<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Bless
me<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>takeshi</b></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01205616991367245938noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994293933786199521.post-71720111867482730112012-02-12T10:11:00.000-08:002012-02-12T10:11:41.543-08:00Confession of my “Strange Disease” (First Confession)<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Here I’m writing my first blog. To be
honest, I don’t know why I’m writing but one thing I know is that my heart is
happy to write. People write with their minds but here I’m writing with my
heart and the ink of my heart is quite deep and dark. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I might sound funny and odd, you
might think that I ‘m creating a scene for my blog but I have vowed to write
truth and starts with the truth. The reason behind my writing is my “strange
Disease”. The disease which has no cure and I know I would be living with that disease
throughout my life. I called it a disease because it makes me suffer, gives a
pain to my heart and mind. It’s like a migraine to my mind and a feeble
heartache to my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To be honest I really
didn’t like to write nor did I want to study and glare at books. I thought
books were tiny compared to nature. The world was a great book for me and still
is. I might sound plain but that that’s how I feel and to be honest I used to call
fool who used to lose their life in books. But today my hate became only the
cure to my disease and I’m embracing with grace!!!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It started when I was still an innocent
boy and hadn’t known the world better. But then there was my granny to listen
me. By the end of high school, I suffered a great tragedy I lost my cure, I lost
my granny. I became numb but then my “strange disease” started to rise. Sometimes
I felt that it would engulf my life. I started to lose my moment. I tried to
indulge myself in games and work but neither did they work. There was this
feeling of dissatisfaction and the feeling in my heart that I was missing
something important from my life. I feel like my soul was oscillating and my
minds was sin trauma.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The problem was that I couldn't stop
thinking about people, life, problems and surroundings. It would be normal if
it was rare but thoughts started to come though I was working my mind or I was
engaged in something. This was being hindrance to my normal life. My mind and
heart was piling up with thoughts. I was lost on my own. Teachers, friends said
I kindda looked lost. I was afraid that they would laugh at me if I shared the
truth .The creation of thoughts didn't let me off so easily. The biggest
problem was that I wasn't sure what I was missing.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My life was dwelling between
normality and abnormality. The world seemed as a squeezed lemon. So distressed I
was that couldn't even sleep peacefully. I would wake up in the midnight, frightened
and find myself struggling to breathe. With my every heartbeat thoughts and
ideas started to pile up about everything I could think and see around me. I
couldn't stop thinking and playing with thoughts. I was afraid of the thoughts
being piled up and effect that they gonna cause to my mental state. I was looking
for a bin where I can bin my thoughts. I thought they were just useless
thoughts but at some point I found that it was giving me a new dimension to
think about my life and world.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I was in desperately seeking
solution for my sickness. But one night I woke up and started to write about
the thought that was fighting in in my dream .I wrote in unconsciousness
because I couldn't recall what I wrote about. But suddenly the feeling of being
cured came and I had a good sleep that night after a long time .Dream was one
of the horrible things I had because it would be scary and blurry dreams. I
thought that I would start to write about everything going in my mind so that
they won't end up piling in my brains .I finally started to write about everything,
when my mind would be in trauma and my heart felt it's not in ease. Writing
cured my illness temporarily. Though it cured but still hated to write because
every piece of my writings was the outcome of vigorous mental fight. I hate to
go through and write but after all, I could feel self-satisfaction at the end
of every piece of my writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hated
the fact that I have to write while I’m travelling, while I’m doing something, the
fact my mind has to go through lots of mental war. But still felt relieved
because there might be some reason behind that feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided to write and post in public and
this is how I ended up posting my first blog. There is no reason to blog but it’
only hope to my “strange disease”. A blank paper is like a sleeping pill to me
after I fill it with my thoughts .I read the first book at the age of 17. It
was great and really helped me. I felt in love with its scent which dragged me
to the library. That’s how my life changed with the change in my thoughts and
attitude.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d like to share everything with people ...listen
and read their ideas, views and share mine too. Here I’m doing the first confession
about my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can feel free to
share anything on my blog post. Hope we would be able to create a destiny with
our own words. Helping hands can help you to make life better and create a
better world for yourself and others.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Wish me good luck</span></div>
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