tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54046496519891595492024-02-19T08:52:40.077+05:30Madhulika SpeaksMadhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-45300520674972688332017-03-31T23:44:00.000+05:302017-03-31T23:44:00.639+05:30My Trip and Your Guide to Seychelles :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you ever tried looking for Seychelles on the world map, you’d see it as a tiny dot in the Indian Ocean. But you’ll be surprised that on the contrary this island nation comprises of 115 islands! Rising from the warm blue waters of the Indian Ocean, almost 1,000 miles east of Africa, Seychelles is a collection of unspoiled jungle-clad islands, some little more than a lonely rock or two, fringed by soft white sand beaches and gently swaying palm trees. The vast majority of the islands are uninhabited and with just over 5,000 hotel beds in the whole country, the archipelago retains an air of exclusivity, with blissfully empty beaches and deserted coastal spots easy to come by. Seychelles is one of those isolated, dreamy locations often sees in movies. The white sand beaches and turquoise waters surrounded by forest-clad mountains, makes it every travellers dream.</div>
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Seychelles has been known to attract newly weds, including the likes of Aishwarya Rai and Abhishek Bachchan, my husband and me... and discerning travellers looking for a beach holiday away from the maddening crowds.<br /><br />With the launch of Air Seychelles’direct flight from Mumbai to Mahe (the main island of Seychelles) and a 30-day free of charge Visa on Arrival, the destination has become more accessible for Indian tourists.</div>
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Staying at one island or island hoping... this might confuse you... So here is my trip details to help you out :)</div>
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<b>1. Mahé Island</b></div>
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When you fly to Seychelles international airport, the aerial view will take you aback. Trust me, Mahe airport has the best view.</div>
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<br />Mahé is the largest of all the islands and site of the nation’s quaint capital Victoria, Mahé is home to 86% of the Seychellois population. It’s best to explore its hidden coves by car, but be sure to spend at least a couple of hours wandering around Victoria’s Botanical Gardens and art galleries, and viewing its famous clocktower, a replica of one near London’s Victoria Station.</div>
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<b>2. Praslin Island</b></div>
A 45-minute ferry ride from Mahé, laid-back Praslin is the second largest of the islands. Most visitors make a beeline for the luxury hotels, restaurants, but the real highlight is the magnificent Vallée de Mai, a UNESCO World Heritage site filled with towering indigenous trees and one of only two places in the world where you can spot naturally occurring coco de mer palms. Praslin’s sun-kissed beaches offer plenty of snorkelling opportunities too, and are only a short hop to the hawksbill turtles of Curieuse Marine National Park, just over a mile away.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>3. La Digue Island</b></div>
<br />So laid-back it’s practically horizontal 😊, La Digue is home to a 2,000-strong Creole community, who very welcoming to visitors curious about their way of life. Until recently, no cars were allowed on this time-warp isle, and even today the best way to explore is by bicycle. Spot the elusive black paradise flycatcher in Veuve Nature Reserve or try beachcombing among the soft sands and pink granite boulders of Anse Source d’Argent, arguably the Seychelles’ prettiest beach.<div>
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<b><u>Travelling Tips:</u></b></div>
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1. Water is very expensive in hotels, so try to buy bottled water from super-mart</div>
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2. Even during winters, its really hot in Seychelles. So don't forget to carry your sunscreen and glares.</div>
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3. If you stay at Beau Vallon (Mahé), there is a local Wednesday flea market. Don't miss it. Its totally worth your time</div>
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4. When in Prasline, do try the chocolate ice-cream. I assure you that it be one of the best chocolate ice-creams ever.</div>
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5. Creole people are very friendly. So don't be astonished if a complete stranger greets you.</div>
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6. If in case you are unable to get Seychello Rupee carry USD. It is accepted across the country.</div>
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7. Google Coco de mere right now 😉</div>
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-82307238713259098902015-06-25T22:19:00.001+05:302015-06-25T22:19:04.989+05:30Since Marriage Season is on... Things my Future Hubby should know :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Future Husband,</span></b><br />
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I’ve had my share of experiences in the past and after a lot of retrospection I’ve realized I’m probably not the best judge of people. Because I’m certain I can’t blame my share of horrible experiences on the male gender altogether, I’m taking a deep breath and leaving it all on my parents. My enthusiastic Indian parents. So you can’t blame me if I’m a little bit paranoid. However, I believe in — “there’s someone out there somewhere waiting just for you” kinda love. But before my parents find you and finalize the contract, I need to say these things to you because I don’t want, but need you to swear by these long-awaited ultimate fantasies of mine for a happy-ever-after for us.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. Just because its an arrange marriage don't skip asking me for marriage. </span></b><br />
For you it may be cliched but for me, the day the man can bow down to you leaving everything aside, he knows you’re the one. My parents may have given you the green signal but seeing you take my consent first will be the first time I’ll look up to you and may fall for you too.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Love me first, don’t cut to the chase</span></b><br />
I absolutely love being cared for and vise versa. I swear I don’t want to generalize but this is something I’ve noticed in many Indian men, they take their 'wife' for granted. Hug me often... may be just to make me realize that you are there. For me, there’s always love before lust my darling.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>3. Leave me notes</b></span><br />
I’m a bit old school when it comes to romance and all that, I think every girl is. I still think feelings and emotions are best expressed in words. It’s a shame nobody believes in it anymore. Go beyond saying you love me. Write me notes, text messages, Post-its would do, emails even, that I can save for the rest of my life just to go back to them in my low days.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">4. “Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden is my dream love life</span></b><br />
Cheesy as it may sound but this is the truth. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved this song. Every bit of it. Now I want to believe in it. Please help me with that? I promise to do the same.<br />
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<i><b>I’ll be your dream I’ll be your wish I’ll be your fantasy, I’ll be your hope I’ll be your love be everything that you need.</b></i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />5. Let me consume alcohol however and whenever I want to</span></b><br />
I’m a twenty first century girl man. I’m not saying I’m an addict but I hate it when a girl is told to drink less because she can’t “handle” her drinks, just because she’s a girl. Yes I’m kind-of-just-a-little-bit feminist and why shouldn’t I be. Please accept me for who I am.<br />
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I absolutely love alcohol and I mix my drinks all the frigging time.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">6. Be fine with the men who were there in my life before I even met you</span></b><br />
I have a past and I have friends who are guys, some are my best friends. Please don’t expect me to give them up for you because they were my only constants till I met you. I can’t imagine a life without them, it takes ages to find friends that stay.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">7. Accommodate with my mood swings</span></b><br />
I hate to accept it but it happens. I’d like you to understand me whenever I act like I’m bipolar. I don’t want you to mention it because it’ll make me go crazier. I want you to know that i might say rude and ugly things when I am mad, I might hate you for a moment.. but I'll love you forever. I promise!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">8. I might take over a lot of your bathroom space. Accept it.</span></b><br />
I have all my toiletries in twos. Two shampoos, two conditioners, two shower gels, two face-washes. I might not need them all at once but I need them to be around just in case. Please understand my dilemma — “What if I feel like strawberry one morning but there’s cocoa shower gel around? What then?”<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">9. Not every girl loves babies, don’t think I’m abnormal</span></b><br />
Promise me you’ll not force having a baby. I do like babies but there’s a long way to the day I’ll be ready to take up that responsibility. I want to do all our honeymoon trips before we decide to take this step.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">10. Don’t only be a good listener</span></b><br />
Yes I have a habit of over-communicating things. My work, my hair, my nails and what not. Listen to me but don’t just hear me rambling. Respond to what I’m saying, my insecurities make me talk way to glory and if you don’t respond, it feels like I’m talking to a wall.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>11. Stop me from munching on things</b></span><br />
I’ve seen my friends doing that a lot after they got married. I don’t know if it’s stress or something else, but I don’t want to be a fat married woman. Please take care of that?<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">12. And look attractive for me</span></b><br />
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Please try keeping fit for me. Let’s keep the beer belly from coming in between us. Make an effort, like I promise I will.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">13. My parents have spoiled me with all the love and luxuries in life, please keep up with it</span></b><br />
I’ve been treated like a princess all my life. Once I grew up, I made sure I could afford myself and my expenses. I am independent and I will save money for the both of us. But, I need you to be the responsible man like my dad was to each one of us. Think about "us" and our future together.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>14. Make me believe in monogamy</b></span><br />
Let’s not even talk about infidelity. It’s a term I hate and I’m always scared of even thinking of a situation I might get into if my husband cheats on me with another woman. It’ll be the biggest insult in my life, if nothing else.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">15. You’re probably getting married to settle down in life but just know I might turn it upside down</span></b><br />
I’m really messy, with my hair all over your floor to my clothes lying all around the house, to my books bundled up and dumped in the corner and my laptop lying on the bed, all this will be in your room. Our room. It’s not easy to be a woman you see, especially a working woman. Please deal with it till we grow together.<br />
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But trust me, living with me will turn your life around, for the better. I can promise you that.</div>
Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-50905619246006129552014-11-17T17:00:00.000+05:302014-11-17T18:26:58.862+05:30Sepsis Shock: How it nearly killed my MOM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>World Sepsis Day is September 13, the same day which
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What I mean to share in this post is 'sepsis awareness'.
After everything that we've been through, it’s actually a good time for me to
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Let’s start Sepsis awareness by few less known facts</span></div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><b>Sepsis causes more deaths than prostate cancer,
breast cancer and HIV/AIDS combined. Globally, an estimated 20 – 30 million
cases of sepsis occurs each year.</b></span></span></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><b>Sepsis remains the primary cause of death from
infection despite advances in modern medicine, including vaccines, antibiotics,
and intensive care. Sepsis, which is often misunderstood by the public as
“blood-poisoning” is one of the leading causes of death around the world</b></span></span></li>
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of death in the following 5 years compared with hospitalized controls and
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infection injures its own tissues and organs. It may lead to shock, multiple
organ failure, and death, especially if not recognized early and treated promptly.
Between one third and one half of patients with sepsis die.</b></span></span></li>
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clinical symptoms and laboratory signs that are currently used for the
diagnosis of sepsis, like raised temperature, increased pulse or breathing
rate, or white blood cell count are unspecific</b></span></span></li>
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My mom wasn't doing well. I remember mom had been complaining about fever since a couple of days. But, she’s a lot like me. Or I suppose I should say I’m a lot like her. She insists she doesn't need to go to the doctor – or hospital – when in fact she does. But with all of us nagging, she finally relented and agreed to see a doctor. A few hours later, she returned with a diagnosis that I can’t even remember, but nothing serious. She’d be fine. There wasn't anything to worry about.<br />
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We took mom illness as normal “viral”. But then after few days, around two-and-a-half months ago, on a Saturday, we were having our routine lives. I had a call with my mom in the morning like any other weekend. Except my mom wasn’t feeling well. At all.<br />
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By noon mom had fever 104 F. She started feeling cold and she suddenly lost consciousness. She was rushed to the nearest hospital while she lay unconscious. By the time she reached hospital her blood pressured crashed down to 70/40 or something silly low close to that. It was just the beginning – and a mild version – of the crashes that were to come, but it was very fortunate that she was in the hospital by now and doctors where there for her. Doctors tried to stabilizer her, put her on ventilator and admitted her in the ICU. But, she showed no signs of improvement.<br />
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<b>And so began seven days of pure hell, where my mom would nearly die – over and over and over again – in front of me and my family.</b><br />
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Doctors knew my mom was in septic shock. <span style="color: blue;">The mortality rate for sepsis goes up 8% every hour it goes undiagnosed, Mom went undiagnosed for 4 hours, killing her chances by 32%!</span><br />
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Sepsis shock is a medical condition caused as a result of severe internal infection where toxins released by bacteria cause tissue damage, low blood pressure, and organ failure. Because in mom’s case it hadn't been caught earlier and treated with antibiotics, it had progressed to the point that she was at risk of dying.<br />
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The doctors were working around the clock on mom — she was hooked up to every kind of life support. It had progressed well beyond sepsis. They just didn’t know what bacterium was causing it. Neither could they find the source of the infection, so she was on every heavy antibiotic there was – in extreme doses. By the third day, it was becoming apparent she wouldn’t be able to fight much longer; she wasn’t going to make it without the ventilator. They’d held off on that. It’s a last resort because when the body is as sick as her, pneumonia sets in quickly and then, well… But when the body is as sick as her, it needs help, too.<br />
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Things could have got worse. But with God’s grace, mom started responding to medicine and after a week she was discharged from the hospital. She is 52 years old. The only reason she lived through it was because she was healthy when it hit. She was incredibly physically active and in good shape.<br />
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Someone who was dealt a crappy health card in life — someone like me — would have been dead by the second day.<br />
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Mom was 30 pounds lighter when she came home. She could barely walk. We brought her to Delhi to make sure she gets best medical attention. She is getting better now.<br />
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Friends, sepsis and sepsis shock are no joke. I shared a limited account of my mom’s experience from my perspective. I’m still not completely over it, but I’m okay enough. I don’t believe she will ever be completely over it, physically or mentally. The details of the story – and more importantly, the part that followed the initial part – aren’t mine to share. So I’ve shared my experience, which was nothing in comparison. And yet it was a lifetime, lived in a week.<br />
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-77213839450866662612014-03-11T19:05:00.000+05:302014-03-11T19:05:08.667+05:30Life beyond PCOS...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br /><br />Hello everyone! Welcome to my Blog!<div>
For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Madhulika and one of my goals today is to raise awareness about Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). It is a complex metabolic and hormonal disease and the number one cause of infertility. I have PCOS. </div>
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I’m excited to share the discoveries I have made along my PCOS journey. It has been far from easy, and it took a while to get to where I am now, but my path to healthy life has finally started to open up. Getting diagnosed with PCOS was a blessing in disguise, after all the years of guessing what was “wrong” with me. </div>
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It all started during last few years. I started gaining weight and getting acne. I was experiencing severe mood swings, blood sugar spikes, as well as a severe lack of energy and motivation. I lost all drive to life. My menstrual cycle was either very irregular, or completely absent, and I lacked self-esteem. </div>
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My medical history, blood and hormonal tests as well as a pelvic ultrasound confirmed the diagnosis of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. For the first time in my life, everything that I’d gone through started making sense. It was all connected, in one way or another, to this complex metabolic and hormonal disease. I was diagnosed in December of 2013, when I was 23 years old. I count myself lucky for having been diagnosed early on in my life. It paved the path to wellness for me. In saying that, what I mean is that the diagnosis allowed me to now found out what needed to be done for me to feel like myself again. </div>
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Of course, the doctor told me there was nothing I could do and that I needed to proper medication well as a Diabetes medication called Metformin, for around a year. I was also told that I can be more prone to developing other serious illnesses such as Diabetes, High Blood Pressure, Cardiovascular Disease, Osteoporosis, Obesity, Cancer, etc! Not even counting all the horrible symptoms I was already experiencing, it was a rude awakening. It did make me realize that I needed to start taking my health seriously. It wasn’t just about losing weight or controlling my hair fall anymore. I had to prevent further complications from this disease.</div>
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I began doing my own research, soon to discover PCOS can be cured..!!! Yes.. You heard it right... PCOS can be cured :)</div>
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Just try to have a healthy lifestyle and take your medicines on time. Try to exercise moderately and practice stress management activities such as yoga and meditation. I’ve also discovered that staying on a good routine, going to bed before 10:30pm, fertility charting, as well as keeping a PCOS journal is very beneficial and keeps you feeling in control.</div>
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Lastly, the most important aspect of treating PCOS is surrounding yourself with people who love and support your efforts. It’s important to communicate with your family, friends and spouse as PCOS can definitely affect all your life relationships if you or they don’t see it coming. The people around need to be understanding, but it’s also important for you to try to control yourself, and to educate and find what works best for you. That is why the journal and recording how you feel is so important. It helps you to see a pattern, and to understand your symptoms and mood swings, so that you can know when to avoid stressful situations, or give your loved ones a heads up!</div>
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Throughout my life, I had always been searching for the one thing that was causing me to feel ill. Through much education and personal experiences, I learnt that it’s not only one single thing that makes us unwell, it’s a combination of everything we do in our lives; from what we eat, how and when we exercise, which products we use, what environment we’re in, the people we surround ourselves with, etc. While some situations may be unchangeable, we must pick our battles and change the ones we have control over.</div>
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Treating PCOS takes some time and effort, but it is well worth it, and becomes easier as it gets habitual. From the day I became proactive in my own health and treatment, positive changes started happening. I’ve never felt better in my entire life! For that reason, I'm writing this blog to help women like me, who need to go by life with the day by day struggles of this disease. I believe that I have gained the upper hand and control over my PCOS, but I do expect some pit falls along the way. There is no magic formula to completely cure PCOS. Living with PCOS will be a life long struggle that I have to accept and I hope that any issues arising along the way will be dealt with positively based on the natural resources that I have, and that are out there.</div>
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<b>P.S.</b> I would be glad to help anyone with ways to deal with PCOS. or just a girl to girl chat.</div>
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<b>P.P.S.</b> Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome is a complex and life-altering disease, but there is hope. Your health is in your hands; heal yourself! Your path to vitality awaits you. Strive to achieve!</div>
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-86698696434856633932013-08-06T14:59:00.002+05:302013-08-06T14:59:57.255+05:30The Climb!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="line line-s" id="line_5" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1680" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Every step I'm taking</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1680" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Every move I make feels</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_7" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1680" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Lost with no direction</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1680" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">My faith is shaking</span></span><div style="text-align: center;">
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-9280848037343286962013-05-30T15:53:00.000+05:302013-09-19T13:47:13.792+05:30New Girl in India's Capital<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have lived in the Indian capital for over a year now and, like many other women in this metropolis of 16 million, I soon learned how to deal with the lecherous stares and dirty comments, the drunken men in cars who follow my auto-rickshaw home from work at night.<br />
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I have learnt to be aggressive, to talk straight and serious when addressing male strangers, to not make eye contact, to not extend a handshake and to certainly not smile, share personal details or be friendly when dealing with men I do not know.
Some may think this is a little severe, but when you are bombarded with reports of crimes against women — of men throwing acid in women’s faces, of women being dragged off the street and gang-raped in moving cars, of little girls being lured, raped and murdered, of women being stalked and harassed, most here will likely agree my actions make sense.<br />
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Women in Delhi have learnt to be guarded, to keep up a wall, to use reputable cab services and to take pictures of licence plates on our phones and send them to friends as we board auto-rickshaws. We have learnt to text or call loved ones when we reach our destination, to carry pepper spray, attend self-defense classes and have rape alert apps installed on our smart phones.
It’s become a way of life. A norm — almost part of our subconscious — which helps us survive in a city which has the unsavory reputation of being India’s rape capital.<br />
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The brutality of the December gang rape and murder of a 23-year-old student on a moving bus in Delhi shocked not only Indians but also the world outside, awakening others to the horrors women face in this largely patriarchal country.
I realize now how much of my somewhat cold, aggressive behavior to male strangers is linked to concern for my safety.
India has a vibrant culture, diverse population and breathtaking landscapes. Its people are warm and welcoming and economic gains are gradually improving the lives of the poorest in the interior.<br />
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Inspite of all this i just wish India would become a country where women can wear what they want, where they are not sexually harassed or stared at on the street, where they can talk openly with men they do not know and can wear the shortest of shorts and the skimpiest of outfits. No one stares. No one cares.<br />
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Women are present in large numbers in all public spaces, doing everything from driving garbage collection trucks to policing the streets to loading your bags onto trolleys at the airport. Maybe someday I'd want to believe that men in India would finally allow women to feel comfortable, unconcerned about attracting stares and unwanted attention. To feel liberated, let down their guard and be at peace.<br />
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But my point is that it is not just a question of better attitudes towards women on the streets, but also about Government sending strong signals to society to respect women, something we do not see so much of in India. Indian Government passed a new anti-rape law after the Delhi gang rape , but a U.N. expert criticized it as being too limited in scope. The law was watered down by the predominantly male parliamentarians, who agreed to broaden the definition of rape and increase the penalties, yet did not criminalize a husband who rapes his wife, saying this could lead to the break-up of the family unit!!!<br />
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And now it gets really difficult for me to understand... What values do we Indians talk about? We worship female goddess but at the mean time rape a woman? and even after all this the government doesn't do whats needed. Trust me... India being the biggest democratic Nation and I being an Indian.. I can clearly state that<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Democracy is for fools where goon rules!</b></span>
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-4466535617915653842013-03-11T15:42:00.000+05:302013-09-19T14:42:53.871+05:30The Moving Frame... Strangers Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">At first I didn't get what my friend meant.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;">She said <i>"He's the guy that I always dreamed about existing. Too perfect, making me happier than I ever thought was possible. And I found him. We're finally together.!!!"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">Every relationship begins with a crush, an attraction. The person of interest is a dream. You could only WISH to be with them, to be their boyfriend/girlfriend, to know everything about them, and grow with them. They are, a unicorn to you. Unicorn because you think it too good to be true. No one goes into a relationship (seriously) with someone they're not crazy about. </span></span><span font-family: Arial;">You couldn't WAIT to see them, to hear from them. You would give anything to be WITH them... </span><br />
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<br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;" /><span style="font-family: Arial;">But sadly, at some point, this excitement, this appeal, this idea of perfection fades. Somewhere along the line, the unicorn, just becomes a regular horse. In my opinion, that the reason why majority of relationships out there do not last. He or she is no longer appears to be "that special" and so you both start to act differently, or do stupid things that eventually lead to breaking up.</span><br style="font-family: Arial;" /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">To me, the saddest part about a relationship that did not work out, is the inevitable path both parties are on to become strangers. They start out as strangers, grow to learn about each other, eventually become each others' lives, and then break up, and return to being strangers again. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've been wanting to write about this for several months. I went a little overboard and made a visual representation of a "typical" relationship...from rise, to demise. Seeing it so plainly sorta depresses me since it's quite familiar...but maybe it'll help others who are going along the same path, and now seeing that, they're not alone.</span><br style="font-family: Arial;" /><br style="font-family: Arial;" /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I know it may seem I'm extremely bitter/pessimistic for claiming this is the representation of "typical" relationships...but, i'm just keeping it real. Honestly, most of us are not gonna be ONE person forever, and you will break up. </span>The normal stages in a relationship is as follows:<br style="font-family: Arial;" /><span style="font-family: Arial;">(I'm assuming no one cheated, beated, or did anything truly stupid that deems them unworthy of being counted as a meaningful relationship. Those are deal-breakers right there)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Stage 2:</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> By some chance, you meet him/her. It could be through a mutual friend, online profile, a friend you've had for a long time and it's just clicking, or a total stranger you bump into on the street. Whatever it is...you meet him/her, and most importantly...you are attracted.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Stage 4:</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> If you make it here...congrats! You have found someone, out of alllll the people in the world...who likes you the way you like them </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;">at the same time</span><span style="font-family: Arial;">. If you think about it, that's quite a feat. Make the right moves and he/she is now your boyfriend/girlfriend. Lucky you, you are finally with the most wonderful and perfect boy/girl to you. Thus begins the honeymoon stage as everyone knows it. The beginning of the relationship when the two of you couldn't be happier or more excited that you are together.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Stage 5:</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Time will pass, and whether you want to believe it or not, the fire won't rage on. But that's okay, it's only normal and healthy for each of you to simmer down and just be chill with each other. This is when you get comfortable. There's no need to fake anything, you'll be real, you'll be honest. Some fights might occur, some problems may arise, but that's fine. Again, it's only normal. What you do and where you go with those arguments and that comfortableness is what makes the difference into the next stage. (The comfortable stage is tricky because it could be very short, or very very long, years even, but you'll never know until after it's over)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Stage 6:</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> For many, the problems persist, and despite trying to make up each time, you're still arguing, upset, or dissatisfied with the relationship. It's only once in a while that you two are actually totally happy, because most of the time... you are just tolerating each other. This is the stage when most people say..."It's not great, but it's not bad". By the way... that's never a good description of a relationship. If you're saying that, you're probably headed for the next stage.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Stage 8:</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> The Break Up. Pretty self explanatory. If you're lucky, it'll be on good terms. Sometimes they're long and drawn out. Regardless of the duration or type...the relationship will end.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Stage 9:</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Assuming you were total strangers before...There will/must be a time of distance in order to heal. You and your partner are coldly thrown back into a life null of each other, and it takes a while to adjust back. This is the most difficult part. (I could probably make a whole other subchart for this stage). Be strong. "Time heals all wounds"</span></span><br />
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-87272317517020669252012-12-29T00:59:00.000+05:302013-09-19T15:22:10.185+05:302012 - What have I learned?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This seemed to be the year I just couldn't handle excuses anymore. I'm not sure why, but this year I just got tired of saying "I can't" when what I really meant was "I'm not going to" or worse, "I'm scared."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was the year I got a lot tougher on myself, and subsequently, other people. I don't mean to be harsh, but I really get annoyed by people that expect change to just materialize out of thin air. At some point this year I really became aware of my belief that life is what you make it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've only gained from this attitude adjustment, but I think, sadly, its also distanced me from people. I'm not saddened by the fact that I'm not as close to people as I've been in the past. I'm just saddened that some people will be so content to stay at status quo. I refuse to stay there myself. I've done enough over the years to hold myself back, I don't need anymore dead weight when I'm trying to move forward.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. I'm a lot stronger than I think.</span></b></div>
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<span font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Physically, this was the year of the gym and the year of literal strength building. I'm doing things I never thought I could do, like dead-lifting, squatting half my weight (ass to grass!). The only reason I thought I couldn't do those things was because I never tried. Now that I've tried and conquered some goals, I plan to keep trying. I plan to keep setting new goals, to lift heavier, to run faster and longer, to be fitter.</span></span></div>
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Mentally, I've done a lot of positive things for myself. I spent the first few months of the year in counseling, working through some issues. I rearranged my schedule so I could spend more time at home, relaxing, rather than sleeping in til the last second and having to do all my personal shit at night. I've read more, I've written less on the blog and more on my hard drive. I've tried to become more aware of my brain, the stress it goes through, and giving it a rest.</div>
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If I had it my way, everything would be awesome all the time. I would have total control over what the world threw at me and even more control over how I respond to it.</div>
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I've never been one for change but this is the year I've really had to embrace it. I've made changes as much as I've rolled with the punches this year. Life moves on with or without you, no matter what the situation. Change isn't always a bad thing, you just don't have a lot of other options than shutting up and dealing with it. So that's what I did. I just dealt with change as it happened.</div>
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I've spent the better part of the last year giving a lot of myself away to others. I can't go into much detail on this, but what it boils down to is that people choose to be the way they are, and most people don't own up to the choice. If you choose to be miserable and moody, life will treat you like you are miserable and moody. If you choose to accept this behavior in others, if you choose to try and work around people's character flaws, or if you let people walk all over you, you will get what's coming to you. You will be just as miserable as the people you surround yourself with.</div>
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That said, you still should try to do what you can for people, because sometimes, people aren't so far gone that they can't be helped with love and support. But in a lot of cases, there is only so much you can give and only so much you can accept from people before you become the sucker.</div>
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I'm so neurotic sometimes. My Mom always tells me I'm a worrier and that I need to relax. Of course, then all I did was worry about how much I worried. It's a cycle.</div>
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This year, I think I've finally figured out how to just hold my head high and get my shit done. I've realized that panic and worry does nothing but aggravate my heart condition and keep me up at night.</div>
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So how do you avoid worry? Well, part of having less worry is just being prepared for things. Worried about being late for work? Set your alarm earlier. Worried about getting the right nutrients in your diet? Make your own food. Worried you're forgetting something? Make lists. I make so many goddamn lists for all kinds of things, but it helps me keep track of everything. What groceries I need to buy, what days I have appointments, etc.</div>
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I have always existed in a state of finally tuned chaos until this year. It seemed like the worst things would always happen to me. When I really got to thinking about it, I realized my life would be a lot easier if I just kept track of my life a bit better.</div>
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So now, I try to always have plans for back up plans. You can't really plan everything, but there are a lot of things you can plan for. You can plan your meals and exercise just as much as you can plan to relax. As far as money goes, I have a budget every pay day to keep me on track, which in turn, gives me the ability to plan my life better.</div>
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Murphy's Law can't get to you if you have a plan to deal with Murphy. I read that in a book somewhere this year and it just made so much sense. The better organized and prepared for the worst you are, the less likely the worst will happen.</div>
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I have a very "take charge" personality and it's both a blessing and a curse. I literally feel like I can do it all some days, but really, I shouldn't have to. I have friends, family etc. that are all capable of doing their own things, so I shouldn't be trying to do everything for anyone else.</div>
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Sometimes it's really hard to keep it all together. We all stumble, we get tired, we have issues come up that make it hard to stay on top of things. You have to have people in your life that can step up to the plate for you when you need the help. Sadly, I don't feel like I had much of that in my life this year. So the plan for this year, is to surround myself with people that are more supportive, and also to let go of my need to control all the things. I need to relinquish control and stop trying to do it all.</div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;">I hope everyone reading this has a great 2013, but remember, it can only be what you make it.</span></b></div>
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-52888325062191167192012-09-14T23:20:00.000+05:302012-09-14T23:20:23.013+05:30Thank You Note For My Weirdest Friend :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Dear Bhalu (Read it as Raghav) :D</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I guess i should start this note with the fact that you're an amazing friend! ( not just me... all your friends feel the same for you) we've known each other since a long time now and you don't believe me but you've changed. You're way sweeter now and your voice gets seriously low and humble while talking to me. You have a newfound respect for yourself and you understand me more than most of the people ever could.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thank you for being a different friend than everyone else, different from the friends who are only there for the fun things, the art museums and shopping and benders and brunch. Your relationship with me is </span></span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">something no one can ever understand (maybe because at times we ourself get confused) ;)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"> Y</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">ou were there when I was happy, and you were there when i thought i didn't know who i was anymore. </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">Thank you for believing in me when I was too weak and exhausted to believe in myself (the night before my SSB). Thank you for pushing </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">me, for repeating those affirmations that don’t mean anything in inspirational films but mean everything </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">when someone like you says them. Thank you for not judging me when I did something </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">really stupid, but understanding that i am lil insane *giggles*</span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I really love it when i do something really stupid and you take is so damn lightly as if it was pretty natural </span></span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">and also for telling me that people should be full of life (like me ofcourse).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> You were there to cheer me up and defend me from people that i didn't understand (i guess you know who i am talking about *angry face*) . I want you to know that i will definitely do anything for you because no matter how different we are, we're still friends. Please know that i will always be there for you (I am just a phone call away honey). </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I know that i torture you a lot... like the way i tortured you for a bed time story and then for a song and then for a chocolate and then to carry my bags and then for a road trip and then for a..... hehehehe.. the list is endless ;) I keep calling you weird.... but you know what... the real fact is that i am weird too (way more weird than you... sacchi) and i guess thats what makes this so beautiful between us.... :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thank you for doing all the things a real friend does, for letting me complaint about every irritating element of my life like how my plaster made me uncomfortable, or how bad my hostel warden was or how people gossip about us.... No matter what it was its always nice being with you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> Thank you for always knowing who I am and reminding me of that when I forget. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thank you for being genuinely concerned for me and always listening to me </span></span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">even when you’re tired </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">( though you are not very expressive but i know you care)</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">. Thank you for telling me the things no one wants to hear and </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">sparing the bullshit advice. I can’t think of many other people I’d actually take a bullet for :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thanks for all the great memories, long talks, silly fights, and laughs. Thanks for being there through my ups and downs. Thanks for being the sweetest friend I could ever have ( You owe me a chocolate for this line dude ). Thanks for being true, and thanks for being YOU. </span></span><br />
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Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-29609127099449600512012-08-27T01:28:00.000+05:302012-08-27T01:36:39.167+05:30Me and My Dissociative Identity disorder <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Blame it on the <b>Gemini syndrome</b>,</div>
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Blame it on the high efficiency of getting bored easily, </div>
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Blame it on the restlessness,</div>
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Blame it on the air, </div>
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Blame it on PMS!! </div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I CHANGE </span></b></div>
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Things done yesterday look stupid today!</div>
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weight lost yesterday looks anorexic today!</div>
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speeches spoken yesterday seem maudlin today!</div>
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accessories adorned yesterday seem Christmas tree today!</div>
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Focused work of yesterday looks like time waste today!</div>
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AND THEN..</div>
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Those Yesterday seems perfect Tomorrow!</div>
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Its like encircling in the same place! </div>
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WHOA !! WHAT THE HELL!!! </div>
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If you are a conscious Jekyll and Hyde,</div>
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you eat different flavoured ice cream everyday!</div>
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you confuse yourself and other people!</div>
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You are suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder..!!! </div>
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<b><strike>But its fun baby.. </strike></b></div>
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For me... </div>
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My five Avatars: </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Good Girl Mode
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<b>Chest no.33</b> it was what they used to call me, my name was almost lost during those 5 days of my SSB(Service Selection Board) interview.<br />
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Our venue was in Bangalore and the date we had to reach there, was 25rd of July by 3:00 pm. Excited as I was, I waited anxiously, booked the tickets, arranged the necessary requirements as predicted in the call letter, and reported the Bangalore City Railway Station, on the desired date and time. It was then, that Our trip towards astonishing and surprising standard of life began.<br />
There were around 115 aspirants in our batch waiting for their luck and hardwork to ripen. At the scheduled time, We all were in the bus, a bus of ‘Indian Army’, and in few minutes, we have entered the Selection centre South, Bangalore.<br />
The day of reporting wasn’t included in the SSB interview 5-days’ Schedule. It was just to fill up some forms, which included, a PIQ form, a TA form, etc. and allocation of barracks to the candidates. We were 80 girls in a barrack. Then comes the first day.<br />
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<b> <span style="color: blue;">26th July</span></b><br />
It was the screening day. We had to report at 6:00 am, so everyone woke up at 4:00 am, in order to get ready. The screening included a series of tests which decides whether you are required for next 4 days to assess your qualities or you are sent back the very first day. We were given the chest numbers with mine being chest no.90. The tests included : an intelligence test, a PPT(Picture Perception Test), a narration, and a GD(Group Discussion) on the stories made by Group fellas to converge onto a single general consensus.
The way it went for me, I was sure that I'll be screened in. The result was shocking, the girls who we felt had a better chance were screened out. only three in our roommates, and 45 in all 115 were selected. rest were sent back the very first day. This was the thing, which was not pleasing. You can’t be sure of your selection at any cost.
The chest numbers were re-given to all 45 candidates. According to the call letter serial number, I was given Chest No.33 . Rooms were re-allocated, and so we had new roommates for once more. The day ended in a happy mood.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> 27th July </span></b><br />
It was a psychological test day. There was a booklet given and a series of tests, were there, to check out the state of mind, level of thinking, reaction to situations. The tests included An aptitude test, SRT(Situation Reaction Test), WAT(Word Association Test), Story Writing, etc.
The same day after the tests were over, many of us were called for the interviews, usually the candidates are called in sequence but interview may not be done in sequence necessarily.<br />
First 10 candidates were called for the interview and it was taken individually at different places and in random order. Mine was 24 SSB(Indian Army Board), some had interviews in 12 SSB(Indian Navy Board), thus IO(Interviewing Officers) were also different.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">28th July</span></b><br />
Now it was an Outdoor Task day, where we had Group tasks. Firstly, we had a Group Discussion on a topic chosen by us from the topics given by GTO(Group Task Officer) among the members of each group particularly. There were 5 groups each containing 9 candidates, and each group had there own GTOs.<br />
In GD,first we got the topic ‘who is the biggest enemy of India- China, Pakistan or USA ’
and the second topic was ‘Who is responsible for crime against women- Men, Women or Government’<br />
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After GD, We had Military Planning test. There was a sitution given with a no. of problems occuring simultaneously, and you have to find solutions to those problems within the specified time limit and with the resources supplied.<br />
Then there was GT(Group Task) where a series of obstacles are there, which a group has to cross with a set of materials and a set of rules.
Then there was a Lecturette where each of the candidates had to speak on a chosen topic for 3 minutes infront of the group members and GTO.<br />
Then there was a Half Group Task, where group was further divided into two, and each one has to perform the task same as GT.<br />
Then comes the most interesting part ‘The Snake Race’, This was my favorite part of SSB. So, I would prefer you find it yourself what it basically is . :)<br />
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Then comes the IO(Individual Obstacles test) which was a test of your physical agileness, strength and your confidence, thinking. There were 10 obstacles to cross individually in 3 minutes.<br />
Each obstacle specifies a given no. of points. Now this is the point I performed really bad (as i fell down from Tarzan swing, monkey jump and even double ditch) and got a hairline fracture in my leg :( <br />
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While some groups had the GT going on, some had their interviews.<br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">29th July </span></b><br />
The final Group tasks include CT(Command Task) where each individual has to command his two chosen group members while performing a task. It is done to check his leadership quality and participation. This was the round i performed exceptional well and my GTO even complimented me for it :)<br />
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I faced my interview on the same day. My IO (Inter-viewing officer) was Colonel Ashok Mehra. My interview lasted for around 40-45mins and it covered topics ranging from personal life to technical know how and GK. I was pretty satisfied with my interview even tough i was unable to answer few questions. :)
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<b><span style="color: blue;">30th July</span></b><br />
Now comes the Conference day, the day deciding the fate of all the candidates. This day all the three, the Psychologist, the IO, the GTO, sit together to decide who is in, who is out. If all three say Yes, then only the candidate is recommended.<br />
The thing they look for in a candidate is OLQ(Officer Like Qualities), and what qualities are those are still hidden in many aspects to the real world. The Conference has a formal procedure where each candidate in their Chest sequence, has to meet all the three testers simultaneously.
Then the results,(the result may come good or bad, but the anxiety before it is always same ).<br />
In our Batch N-STL/68011 only 7 were recommended for the medical test, rest had to leave the same day. I was in the rest, so could not tell much about the medical tests, but I know, those tests are secondary, the prime focus is always towards getting RECOMMENDED, and the first step towards becoming an Officer of Indian Army.<br />
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Though I didn’t get selected and I know I never had so much preparations or confidence towards joining Armed Forces, I will never forget those days. Those 5 days though sent me back unsuccessful, but I didn’t returned empty-handed, I had a exciting, cheerful and inspiring experience, which would help me all my live, it changed the way I think and execute my plans, how I talk, walk and be in groups, it changed the beliefs and the way of living.
I am thankful to my friends, Our Indian Armed Forces, and their selection centres to rekindle the dead spirits in me. The age limit is 25 for the Indian Army (women), and I am 22, so, I do have 3 years more to try again. And I will not miss the chances now, anyhow….<br />
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One statement of the wall posters of our barracks that still roams in mind every now and then and will always do is -<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">“DO YOU HAVE IT IN YOU?” -Indian Army</span></div>
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I can’t say about you, but in my point of view if you are above 18, you are just an adult, and if you want to do something substantial, then join Indian Army.<br />
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Take care.<br />
Madhulika<br />
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P.S. Even though i got a fracture and i'll have to be on complete bed rest for the next 2 weeks while i have to keep the plaster on for 6 weeks... I am coming 'Back with a Bang' Indian Army..!! I wouldn't let you go :)</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-24912350223645539062012-07-09T14:53:00.000+05:302012-07-09T14:53:04.768+05:30Rain and Me...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I don't spend enough time doing the things I should do. I am stuck somewhere between responsibility and dreams. I want to live life intensely, loudly, poetically. Instead I am walled off. Hidden behind of veil of strength and propriety.<br />
Am I broken? Am I healing? Am I incapable of intensity? Have I lost my passion? Have I just become too strong? An impenetrable fortress? Am I worried about what others will think?
Am I afraid of reflection? Of rejection? Am I afraid of what I will find if I dig deeper?<br />
I am afraid that I will be misunderstood. Rejected. Pushed aside for not being what is expected, undesired.
It is scary to put your soul out there. I am in awe of those who are able to find the words, the brush strokes, the lens view, to truly show their view of the world, their soul, their inner most person.<br />
I don't let that part of me out very often. I want to be brave enough to live without that fear of the rain.<br />
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I sit and watch</div>
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as the rain falls</div>
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from a sky so dark and gray</div>
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Is this life</div>
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a crying sky
if so,</div>
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not even I can fight
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I'm tired of hurting </div>
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I'm tired of tears </div>
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I'm tired of being alone
for all these years</div>
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I want peace</div>
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and I want love </div>
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I want to break free</div>
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to fly above!
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<b>'Time hits you hard on face when you realize how much you've been ignoring it'</b>.
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It's hard, it's so hard that its ripping me apart.<br />
I want to cling. Oh please, I want to cling.<br />
Being a 10th grader, moving ahead was a bad dream,<br />
Sitting for my last board exam in +2, it became worse, And the scariest of all nightmares was dawned upon me this year...<br />Oh, I wanna reverse time... can't I ? Just a little ? The May of this year was marked as the end of my graduation chronology. Moving ahead, leaving behind trails of memories has never been my cup of Ice-tea ( whhattt ? I hate tea! )<br />
I fall in love with concepts as easily and as swiftly as an obese teenager gulps down McVeggies.
And sadly I've fallen in love with Engineering, College and Hostel (Run and get some water if that hit hard) :(<br />
actually the concept of being carefree and fun loving.<br />
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As a kid, I always heard my elder cousins talk about B.Com, B.Tech, BBA, BCA, MBA, M.Tech and what not and I always used to wonder "WOW, these Bs and Ms sound so awesome, I'll be one of these some day".
I would have traded my army of stuffed toys for it, which was a humongous sacrifice for a 10 year old.<br />
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And now, all I want is, to be back at hostel :(<br /> Moving out of hostel and facing the whole new world outside was scary.
I lost my best friend in the process (totally his loss :D) and earned some of the most nicest loveliest beings on the surface of earth, with the string '24 CARAT GOLD' needled over their heart.<br />I have a lot to cherish, a lot to share today, but words are just not ready to move my way.<br />
<br /><b><span style="color: blue;">I have realized that no matter how much we criticize our college at the end we'll always miss it</span></b>.<br />
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I'm not strong, I won't pretend, if this is the end, I guess i want it forever.<br />
<span style="color: magenta;">I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU All !!</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">I MISS BEING WHAT I WAS WITH YOU ALL..</span>
all you bitches of mine and all you pranksters, buzz me when this reaches your heart :)</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-62811721892127237572012-04-08T10:34:00.001+05:302012-04-12T19:59:11.381+05:30Was it Love Or Illusion.. Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://madhulikaspeaks.blogspot.in/2011/07/was-it-love-or-illusion.html">Was it Love Or Illusion</a> continued...<br />
Love is just like the initial explosion of fireworks.<br />
Your eyes widen, your break gets caught, the colors take over your vision, and you take an inevitable step back.<br />
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That's how it was when she met him. I don't know if it was those blue jeans, or his t-shirt. Well, maybe it was that smile, or those crystal blue eyes. He brought the sunshine to her even at midnight, with a smile that always reaches her eyes. I could tell you every detail, every dream, every hope, but that isn't what love is. Love is the feelings...<br />
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In her case the firework of love did explode but in her face, it burned her, and broke her heart, literally. After that she was crushed, they continued to talk. He smiled, she didn't. She turned. She stepped away. She trusted him. He promised to always be hers.<br />
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One night she decided to move on... so she wrote this letter to him... and then she moved on :)<br />
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My Dear,<br />
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I'M LETTING YOU GO"<br />
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I only have two words for you.. ~I'M DONE~ After everything I've done for you, every chance that I gave you , you still broke my heart but it's over. Finally, I've realized I don't deserve this, and honestly, you don't deserve me.Yeah, I still love you and probably will for a longtime. But I can't stay here anymore, it hurts too much I guess this is.. ...MOVING ON... I guess I'm tired of being the least thing on your mind. I should have known from the start, you'd go and break my heart. You took my heart and threw it away as if it was NOTHING.<br />
To me.. you're my everything but to you I'm just another meantime girl. You hurt me more than I deserve, How can you be so cruel? I love you more than you deserve, Why am I such a fool? Little did I know you were just another dead end road made with pretty lies and broken dreams.<br />
Now, I believe it when people say, LOVE IS BLIND.. Coz I must have been blind to love a person like YOU. It finally hit me that you didn't care, When you walked away and never looked back. Maybe if I had just looked away that first night you came towards me, Everything would be different, my heart wouldn't be breaking right now. I wanna do exactly what you did to me, lead you on, make you fall for me, then just let go.EFFORTLESSLY.<br />
Suddenly, I'm hating myself for everything I've ever felt for you. Sometimes, I wish I could go back and erase the day I met you. But then, I will never regret loving you only believing that you LOVE ME TOO. I made a mistake thinking you were my world..<br />
You messed with the wrong girl. Slandering my own name just for your own gain. Dream on honey, I'm gonna make you feel the PAIN. Thank you for ripping my heart out, stomping on it and breaking it in half, now I know how much you care. Watching you walked out of my life doesn't make me bitter about love,<br />
But rather makes me realize that, if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how great it will be when the right one comes along.<br />
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There is no medication for this illness, No known cure rather than TIME. Maybe someday I'll get back my heart. Maybe someday, I'll get back my pride. Maybe somewhere down the road, I'll forget to remember you. One day, you will seek love and be "SORRY" That you threw mine away. And one day, you'll realize you could have been with me. I hope someday, you'll realize what a fool you were to let someone like me slip from your grip and that you'll see that the one you've been looking for was the one who SET YOU FREE. One day, I will be able to look you in the eye without feeling the pain you've caused. One day, I will be able to stand next to you without wanting to hold your hand. ONE DAY, I'LL GET OVER YOU.. <br />
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P.S: This is just a write up :)</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-73810486835035354682012-04-03T18:32:00.000+05:302012-04-03T18:32:55.222+05:30Men and Women<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">In a nasty mood today..Therefore this piece particularly appeals at this point of time..Unfortunately I do not know who wrote it..whoever did has truly got it right!! Couldn't agree more..<br />
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<h2 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: magenta;">WOMAN’S POEM</span></b></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0dD7_F2qAluT-sHDWoQbTYIyzEB8-DTTy3Mx-wTSDZbKc3KM6rMmrvuq-isUbeJ5p5Q3Xi6i15LxINdFLAAP0kkvTDCyerhlXZM18xrL3Ndpssc4Wilz3fmL74LfWAWRxw5bsPwz7P4E/s1600/thumbbig-96049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0dD7_F2qAluT-sHDWoQbTYIyzEB8-DTTy3Mx-wTSDZbKc3KM6rMmrvuq-isUbeJ5p5Q3Xi6i15LxINdFLAAP0kkvTDCyerhlXZM18xrL3Ndpssc4Wilz3fmL74LfWAWRxw5bsPwz7P4E/s320/thumbbig-96049.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Before I lay me down to sleep,<br />
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,<br />
One who's handsome, smart and strong.<br />
One who loves to listen song,<br />
One who thinks before he speaks,<br />
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.<br />
I pray he's gainfully employed,<br />
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.<br />
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,<br />
Massages my back and begs to do more.<br />
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,<br />
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"<br />
I pray that this man will love me to no end,<br />
And always be my very best friend.<br />
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<h2 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: blue;">MAN'S POEM</span></b></h2>I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store<br />
and a golf course. <br />
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh**.</div><br />
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<b>P.S</b>. This is my 50th post on my blog :) Thanks for your love... I love you all :)</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-80155983968385079452012-03-25T11:54:00.000+05:302012-03-25T11:54:18.745+05:30Don't tell me it's not worth trying...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Yesterday while i was checking my mails, i did come across a mail which had pictures of 'magical' places. These are eye popping, jaw dropping. I swear i would give up on anything to be at any of these places...! I like, nay..love the idea of some wine, chocolates, dreamy lights , light breeze, Romantic songs (current obsession) in the background and ME out there. I don't care if i am alone. Okay, may be i do. A little. But... I am so dying to have a dreamy getaway..! They look so so soooooooooo magical. Yes, i said it. M-A-G-I-C-A-L. Sounds unrealistic when i say it right..? Well,everyone is allowed to do so once in a while ;)<br />
*starry-eyed*<br />
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</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-78019554349353404142012-03-18T12:07:00.001+05:302012-03-18T12:15:41.437+05:30The Axe Effect ;)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw2mU2pUOFQEocc3LLstZEh90mXoDKdkh7TXOhsZ9ZK78oerCslQRhLvlF_Z1luLdttvLGLByQuDihn0CrP6Ul15DIJuws-3dteJlWCKT552brZduxDu3abx84mFw5uvF0ttNeNNMXYqL/s1600/11082610461059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw2mU2pUOFQEocc3LLstZEh90mXoDKdkh7TXOhsZ9ZK78oerCslQRhLvlF_Z1luLdttvLGLByQuDihn0CrP6Ul15DIJuws-3dteJlWCKT552brZduxDu3abx84mFw5uvF0ttNeNNMXYqL/s400/11082610461059.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
We had the Doppler Effect…..then came the Joey Effect and the newest phenomenon is what happens to be termed as the <span style="color: red;">AXE Effect</span>….a case of societal preferences taking a serious dip!<br />
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So what is this Axe Effect? Allow me to explain….You look like a dude…..and then you <i>chidko</i> this magical Axe Deo potion…next thing you are a stud with a good thousand <i>pataakaas</i> (read it as hot girls ;) ) following you and tearing off their clothes for you. Oh and the guy doesn't scream 'Help Help'!!!…No surprises!…..<br />
Bottom line…Buy the product….Use it and you become the <i>nukkad</i> ka newest hottie. Cool<i> naa</i> ???<br />
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Hello whatever happened to these stupid advisement makers, its all embarrassing!….And I have a serious doubt….just for the sake of argument even if these commercials were true, what happens if all the guys started using it…..wouldn’t it leave the situation exactly the same as where it began?<br />
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And that’s not all….you even have it in a<span style="color: #783f04;"> chocolate flavor</span>!!!!!......Why on earth would anybody want to smell like chocolate??? Just watching the Cadbury Silk advertisement with hands covered in chocolate put me off as gross……this is like all of you smelling with it…AND HERE YOU DON’T EVEN GET TO EAT THE CHOCOLATE!…Am I falling behind in fashion sense or are people just losing their hinges by the day???<br />
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Honest to the T, I think these Axe <i>wala’s</i> need to get creativity that has at leasttt 1% substance to it…….you can’t roll the same crap in different formats…..and if the money is really too heavy for the pocket to handle, then might as well give it to charity! <i>Kisi ka bhalaa ho jaayega</i> plus saves you from going to hell as a <i>dushtt paapi!!!</i></div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-85659535588827747722012-03-15T17:26:00.000+05:302012-03-15T17:26:19.242+05:30I know I am wasting my time... You'll never be mine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">The sound of your footsteps</div><div style="text-align: center;">Telling me that you're near</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your soft gentle motion,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brings out the need in me that no-one can hear,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In my midnight confessions</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I tell all the world that I love you</div><div style="text-align: center;">In my midnight confessions</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I say all the things that I want to</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the things that you do makes me understand</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's another one before me, you'll never be mine</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm just wasting my time....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-8506711159121775022011-12-23T21:59:00.000+05:302011-12-23T21:59:23.232+05:30I Hate To Say Goodbye, But I Love To Watch You Walk Away...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTg3kN4M8FIbnRo3tsSEY27ICBLXQmO9mCXHSrmDjFZaTnR_Gf9AU0QjjEn8m7raNeCZg5vm9AJM-f84pWGnqrgesoarPYPm9dy_L4-cV_L8LGN_gLMXkgQbeZsGQ7yusB_OcV7NQ_i-g/s1600/goodbye-2011-home-animated.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTg3kN4M8FIbnRo3tsSEY27ICBLXQmO9mCXHSrmDjFZaTnR_Gf9AU0QjjEn8m7raNeCZg5vm9AJM-f84pWGnqrgesoarPYPm9dy_L4-cV_L8LGN_gLMXkgQbeZsGQ7yusB_OcV7NQ_i-g/s400/goodbye-2011-home-animated.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Dear 2011,<br />
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Just after eight days you would come to an end... So this is a wee note to say goodbye. I enjoyed every minute with you, you were the year I got my nerve back, my confidence donned a bonnet and started to dance, on the inside mostly, but dancing none the less. I had many adventures, saw so many new places and took chances, not all of it worked out how I would have liked, but what do you know, I'm still standing.<br />
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I hate to replace you, but 2012 is just around the corner, tempting me and trying to steal me away like a new best friend in the playground. But before we part, it's important to me that you know you are special, of all the years in recent memory, you are my favourite. You got me writing, travelling and taking chances again and for that, you will be forever treasured. <br />
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Mostly, you really taught me to not look back, to always look forward and so, I say adieu...<br />
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Yours sincerely,<br />
Me :)</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-62023879982492778982011-12-08T20:21:00.000+05:302011-12-08T20:21:39.221+05:30Wish Upon A Star<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiME2PnVK_NK1mNKswUZM3P6qeRvw8ScAedHT733GvCHVGig38-I4M-vxAM8e1fxbKbv53JhYm_g2H6ZxMlRNOGNQSUt_11NY3HmQ1Ry9uFagHxsKFSSOVOFXSZByPr_9OAG-FpLNsDL1Y/s1600/wishuponastar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiME2PnVK_NK1mNKswUZM3P6qeRvw8ScAedHT733GvCHVGig38-I4M-vxAM8e1fxbKbv53JhYm_g2H6ZxMlRNOGNQSUt_11NY3HmQ1Ry9uFagHxsKFSSOVOFXSZByPr_9OAG-FpLNsDL1Y/s400/wishuponastar.gif" width="355" /></a></div><br />
I have a small black bag filled with powder, well more like dust really. A magic kind of dust squeezed from the wings of pixies and fairies. A quick pinch of dust liberally sprinkled over your hair and viola … you now get one wish. You can have anything you want, but only one thing, and only for one night. What would you wish for? If you could have/do/experience just one thing before your old clock runs out, what would it be?<br />
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It’s an interesting question. Mostly because you only get it for one day, one night, one rotation of the Earth.<br />
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You can wish for riches, but they’ll evaporate at midnight. And what would you buy anyways … for a day...<br />
You can wish for fame, but you turn back into Cinderella … or Cinderfella … when the clock strikes 12.<br />
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All surface pleasures just seem unimportant when you’ve only got 24 hours to go.<br />
If you’re ill, you’d probably wish to be well, just for a day.<br />
If you miss someone you’d probably wish they were back in your life, if only for a day.<br />
If there was one decision in your life you could re-live, you’d probably think differently, if only for that turn of the clock.<br />
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So here’s my question: “Can you live tomorrow, and take one quick moment, one quick breath, and wish upon a star?” Can you take today and see if there’s something you’re going to wish for many years from now, when you really only have 24 hours left, and not just wish upon a star, but rather make that dream come true?<br />
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<b>Waiting to get your answers :) :)</b></div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-69479368876253063782011-11-22T12:41:00.000+05:302011-11-22T12:41:21.977+05:30Sometimes, all a man needs is a good beating<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I wonder how feminists will react to the above headline. Yet, if I were a man and were to write about meting out similar treatment to women, all hell would break loose. <br />
Don't get me wrong... I am not promoting violence of any sort against any person of any sex. But I AM thinking...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_FTRe9SQhOgx4we6K49rQvghsl1G4yttpMeOI4MUNthDpRb6XSTbncU-ZxuoK_4vitliT5dWFmu0FYV5b593yZE6dI9oDASLCf1etq3VxCOXZn51GUp8QswyC4gMqM1BMb-4iIKlCqba/s1600/male-abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_FTRe9SQhOgx4we6K49rQvghsl1G4yttpMeOI4MUNthDpRb6XSTbncU-ZxuoK_4vitliT5dWFmu0FYV5b593yZE6dI9oDASLCf1etq3VxCOXZn51GUp8QswyC4gMqM1BMb-4iIKlCqba/s400/male-abuse.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I, for one, have slapped at least 4-5 boys/men in my life. It was never because I wanted to hurt them but I had to because they did something to incite me to violence. The first time was aged 9 when this stupid boy kissed me on my cheeks. I clearly remember slapping him to save face. I was not embarrassed by the kiss, but was humiliated when the other kids laughed at me. So I hit him.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">The next incident was aged 16, when this fat boy forcefully tried to take my number and follow me. I placed a cracking one on his cheek. I still remember his shocked face. He put a hand on the cheek I had slapped and simply walked away. Other reactions weren't that simple…</span></div><br />
The autorickshaw driver I slapped in the face – with a hysterical friend screaming beside me – because I was sure he was trying to peep inside my dress… Aged 20. <br />
A boy in my college who grabbed my hand and was forcefully making me see his point, when even though I was uncomfortable my guy friends said nothing and asked me to ignore the incident. I had fumed, followed the offender, turned him around and slapped him, even as a crowd of My College boys around me whistled and jeered, I was 19.<br />
Another man in city buss, Jaipur, who– tried to catch hold of my breast when I was getting down from the buss even though he was my grandfathers age. I was 21.<br />
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And yet when I read reports about violence, it is always assumed that women are incapable of it. In fact women being violent against men takes on sexual tones. Not surprisingly, a Google search of ‘woman beat man’ primarily yielded results that included a fat man being spanked on a sexy woman’s knees and another that had a black man and a white woman sidling up to each other, her hand in his pants. Other image results were mostly toons.<br />
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I have never heard of any stories where a woman regularly beat up a man. Actually, no. I have heard one story. This friend’s mother used to regularly beat up –yes, literally beat up, she used a rolling pin I’m told – his father. I didn’t have the temerity to ask for reasons and found it quite hard to digest the story. Still do.<br />
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To be honest... After all the stories I've read and all the 'goggle' that i have done somehow it seems that even if a woman was violent, her violence is presumed to be directed more towards herself – self-mutilation etc – than towards other people.<br />
And it makes me wonder. Apart from the difference in physical strength – men being stronger than women – why does violence from a woman surprise people? Is it because the worst is expected of men or is it because women are incapable of violence?<br />
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Or is that belief really changing? <br />
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<b>PS:</b> I am researching on something and thereby thinking woman and violence.<br />
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</div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-2099690746827941512011-11-17T21:10:00.001+05:302011-11-17T22:45:40.584+05:30The Opposite Of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Have you ever been irrelevant? Have you ever had the other person NOT notice you? Have you ever thought you were amazing, only to find out, they WEREN'T listening?<br />
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I’m not sure where I heard this but it seems to fit: “<b>The opposite of love is not hate it’s apathy</b>.”<br />
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I’m sure you’ve experienced it; a total lack of connection. In daily life we get it all the time: our friends don’t see us, our prospects don’t notice us, our bosses and colleagues don’t remember if we were there or not.<br />
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I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being irrelevant. So if this is such a common occurrence, why is it so traumatic? Is the opposite of love truly apathy … an unwillingness to connect?<br />
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Maybe it’s how we’re wired. Maybe if someone is passionate about you it sparks an engagement, a connection. Maybe that’s what we’re looking for after all: not love, or hate, or something in-between.<br />
Maybe being relevant is what it’s all about, being passionate – being connected, even if that relevance is opposite from the belief system of the other.<br />
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We’ve seen it; two people who violently disagree, perhaps even hate each other, eventually have that passionate spark of disagreement turn into engagement. And of course we’ve seen it on the other side; agreeing passionately.<br />
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This happened to me the other day. I was irrelevant. The other person wasn’t mad, wasn’t upset, wasn’t frustrated … they weren’t anything. They didn’t answer my email, didn’t return my call, didn’t care to even explore the offer … they just didn’t … and I was irrelevant.<br />
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So here’s my question: “When was the last time you were irrelevant?” That’s a tough one to answer because usually it means taking a hard look at ourselves and asking “Why”. Why am I irrelevant? Is it them … maybe. Is it me … probably. Whatever I’m doing they don’t care about. So do you change what you’re doing to become more relevant in their world? Yes, No, Maybe.<br />
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You could decide <b>NOT</b> to play in their sandbox. But if you do … if you do decide to play in their sandbox, the only way to get them to love you (or hate you), is to do something important enough to be seen.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">So go ahead … do something we’ll notice … be relevant … we dare you … and we’re waiting. :)</span></b></div></div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-64696161999080201722011-10-25T21:23:00.000+05:302011-10-25T21:23:23.188+05:30And We Had Dinner (Guest Post 3)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A few days ago, one of my friends got a lucrative job in a university. To celebrate the occasion, we decided to go for a lavish dinner at some restaurant. Of course, he was to pay the bill. After a long debate over what to eat and where to go, finally we decided on having a buffet dinner at a near-by restaurant. The date, time and venue were decided and everyone was to arrive at the exact time on their own.<br />
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I and my one friend live in a hostel so we decided to go together. We reached at 9pm at the venue. Total of 7 people gathered. But we were in for a surprise. We were told that there is no buffet as outdoor lawns are closed due to the Dengue epidemic. So we had to sit indoors. Searching the menu and everybody wanted to order their own choice. I ordered what I wanted. And as it is normally take about half an hour so we were thinking to sit and chit chat for a while. But our friend had other plans.<br />
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He asked him to bring the bill in advance! The poor waiter was as much flabbergasted as we were<br />
because the normal thing was to eat first and they pay later. But our friend insisted and so the bill arrived. It was about PKR 3500 (about US$ 40). Well not that much given the lucrative job he got. But as we were still dumbfounded by this act, our friend rushed out of the restaurant. Only after reaching for the door, with jerk of the head, he asked us to follow him. Left with no option, we had to move out leaving the waiter and everybody aghast.<br />
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We were thinking that may be our friend realized the money was too much and he wanted us to eat<br />
at some less expensive place. One of us suggested that may be our friend left his wallet and therefore, was unable to pay. Our minds churning out different theories, we tried to reach him. He was moving with a faster pace. We asked him what had happened. We even put our theories in front of him. But he remained silent. Now we were really fuming with anger. What was that? That was like an insult to us. We thought of complete social boycott of him. But he was unmoved.<br />
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After walking for like a half kilometer, he entered into a dark corner. We were suspicious. Could he be kidnapping all of us? Or was he into some criminal activities? Or even worse, was he doing something immoral there? Everybody would have thought like that if were in the same situation. It was a dark night, with no electricity and being in a place far from human population, we were bound to be skeptical. Anyway, we followed him and reaching the corner, we could see some light probably a candle or a lantern there. And in that light, we could recognize there were humans. Who were they? Children kidnapped by these criminals? Or the ones used for begging and illegal organ transplant? One never knows with places like these.<br />
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We continued to move on and now we could clearly see the faces. It was a family consisting of an elderly woman, with a man, probably her husband, lying on the floor, apparently ill. On the other side were an infant with no clothes, and then there was an ultra-slim teenage girl, obviously malnourished. They were telling our friend that they had no lunch and dinner that day and the infant was unable to sleep because of hunger. Our friend took out his wallet, gave her PKR 3500 and left.<br />
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We were spellbound for the second time that night. This time, we were ashamed of ourselves. For<br />
not having dinner at that restaurant, how much dirty and evil thoughts we had in that little time. On the way back, we didn’t speak at all. He offered us to dine at another less expensive restaurant on the way. But we could not. We were not hungry anymore. It was around mid-night when we reached our hostel. And I could not sleep that night. I often have had that feeling that instead of eating something very expensive at a very expensive place, one can satiate their hunger with something less expensive.<br />
And I do that almost every day. But the money I “save” this way remains in my pocket. I never thought of giving the money “saved” to someone who cannot afford even a simple meal a day. And I think that night, the dinner which we didn’t have, was the most gourmet dinner that I can ever have in my life.<br />
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<h1 class="fn" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #826c55;">-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Muhammad Israr</span></span></h1><div style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b>P.S.</b> Thanks a lot for this lovely post Israr. I loved it completely but I am really sorry for publishing it little late :(</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;">and for all of you you loved it.. do check out <a href="http://afficer.blogspot.com/2011/10/way-you-make-me-feel.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">The Way You Make Me Feel</span></a>, Its one of my personal favorites at Israr's <a href="http://afficer.blogspot.com/">Misterio Vida</a> :)</span></div></div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-75679908351202922952011-10-15T20:45:00.000+05:302011-10-15T20:45:59.342+05:30Nothing is Random (Guest Post 2)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">First, I would like to say thank you to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Madhulika</span> for inviting me to do this guest post and congratulate her as well on achieving the 100 followers. That is quite the milestone. I did not even want to start blogging, but at the encouragement of a friend, I did. If you look at my numbers now you probably would not believe it, but after nine months of blogging I had 35 followers. It was not until well into my second year of blogging when it really caught on and I figured some things out. <br />
Mostly my early pieces are stories or tidbits of life but then a year and a half into my blog a commentor challenged me to write poetry. I had not written poetry since college, but tried my hand at it. Two years later, I have been published, featured in magazines, won the Twitter Art award in New York, performed pieces on stage, co-created several successful online poetry venues, the current one being <a href="http://www.dversepoets.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">dVerse</span></a> Poets Pub.<br />
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Life can be funny like that, twisting and turning in directions you never saw coming. Not only is this true in my blogging world, but it holds true in my every day walk around life as well. I am nowhere near where I thought I would be at 38, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. Everything that I have gone through, every high and every adversity has helped mold who I am today. Through it all I do hold onto a truth and that is "Nothing is random," everything happens for a purpose.<br />
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I chose a poem to share with you that I wrote almost eighteen months ago. It is a favorite of mine that I often go back to and reread for a little encouragement of my own. I hope you enjoy and congrats once again <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Madhulika</span>.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Girl On The 7:15 Train</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">across the body packed aisle</div><div style="text-align: center;">of the 7:15 train,</div><div style="text-align: center;">unbelievably, our eyes meet</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i read a poem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">in their endless green.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i would write it for you</div><div style="text-align: center;">but then it would be</div><div style="text-align: center;">open for interpretation,</div><div style="text-align: center;">twisting what makes them</div><div style="text-align: center;">truly spectacular, into dross.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that's what we do</div><div style="text-align: center;">with poems &</div><div style="text-align: center;">other beautiful things,</div><div style="text-align: center;">deconstruct them until</div><div style="text-align: center;">all that's left is old</div><div style="text-align: center;">shoe boxes full of</div><div style="text-align: center;">miscellaneous parts</div><div style="text-align: center;">and no way to put them</div><div style="text-align: center;">back together again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">doors swish open with a hiss</div><div style="text-align: center;">of compressed air & we</div><div style="text-align: center;">exit, going our separate ways,</div><div style="text-align: center;">me to work, you</div><div style="text-align: center;">snuggled tight to your</div><div style="text-align: center;">mother's shoulder &</div><div style="text-align: center;">i twiddle my fingers,</div><div style="text-align: center;">deciding to keep your eyes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">an unfathomable green,</div><div style="text-align: center;">only for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.waystationone.com/">Brian Miller</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. Thanks a lot <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Brian</span>... I totally loved your effort to write this post for me.... Much love :)</div></div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404649651989159549.post-79638218459803907762011-10-09T21:11:00.000+05:302011-10-09T21:11:40.589+05:30FIGHTING WITH LONELINESS (Guest Post 1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><a href="http://sharanjayendra.com/"> Jayendra Sharan </a>is a wonderful bloggers who does not fear to share his true experience with the world... It was very sweet of him to pen down this post for me... This is a wonderful post because i feel at some point or the other we all face loneliness.. Check it out and i am sure that you'll be able to relate yourself to it...</div><div>Thanks a lot Sharan... :) :)</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;">WHEN I KNEW that I am going to start my life, my life, on my own, I chose what’s best for me. I had to set priorities and had to take decisions like what is more important for me. I set standards for my life. And the part that I always loved till now was my first priority, to be alone. I wanted a lonely world, where no one could disturb me or influence me in taking decision. So, as much as I loved loneliness I hated crowd and to some extent people out there talking about me. But, I guess it’s was not my destiny. I learned to live with some special people. But that part of me still urged for the loneliness. I don’t know why, but I knew somewhere deep down that I am going to be alone, and I desperately wanted to be alone, although I was happy. But I think to be happy or not, is not in our hand. I was happy, when I was what I not wanted to be, and now I am not happy when I am what I wanted to be, pretty complicated huh…</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;">FOUR YEARS OF my college, made a drastic change in my personality. I wanted to be the person with I could not end up. I remember my first year when I was completely alone, the change started to come and I felt there is part of mine which is unhappy for being alone. So, much talk about being alone, I guess. Let’s take a leap on time and come to the point when I was not alone. I mean I was not in relationship, like love, but I had people around me who loved me and whom I loved. I wanted to be with them for my most part of the life. But…there are lots of buts in this story; I hope you’ll bear with that. The story always takes a turn. I passed my first year and then I was in second. That is when I met the most important person of my life. I spent rest of the days of colleges happily, like I was never before.<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">BUT AS THE days are passing by right now, I feel very fortunate because I know how to be alone. But still, even though I like to be alone, sometimes it feels like there should be someone with whom I can talk freely. Most of my friends have already joined their companies, unfortunately my company is delaying in joining, and so I am here, at home writing this, expecting each moment that someone is still thinking about me. I look at my phone with great expectation whenever it beeps, I think that someone recalled my name in their conversation, but it hurts when I get to know that it is none other than our customer care. I know what I am doing, and I hate to do that, I am fighting with my best friend of back days, hating every part of it, I am fighting with loneliness. I don’t want to be what I am.</div></span></b></div></div>Madhulikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03117132402215436632noreply@blogger.com22