tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41919632718428470122024-03-12T17:08:33.895-07:00!!! Flavors !!!!!! Tasting Every Emotion !!!Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-87225770446643945412020-08-10T01:32:00.007-07:002020-12-16T09:02:34.917-08:00Awakening <p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNQh2Sf-mQdpW715t3x0Ah0idNthW9f8Cz2zE5X4Xaxvu_6ZdX6esTICVarOnMmwcXwIDfguLdJZBFv4Vu5jWJHNwtFUdbUqpJ__UFWd6WMTaJX_sEJ1OQSlybL5Uh6xe6DTBB5nnyBZ_/s750/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNQh2Sf-mQdpW715t3x0Ah0idNthW9f8Cz2zE5X4Xaxvu_6ZdX6esTICVarOnMmwcXwIDfguLdJZBFv4Vu5jWJHNwtFUdbUqpJ__UFWd6WMTaJX_sEJ1OQSlybL5Uh6xe6DTBB5nnyBZ_/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Sitting cross-legged on
my porch<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">This lockdown
had me engrossed<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">In the upheavals
within the soul<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">As I sit
staring at the morning rays<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Watching them
spill over the surfaces of childhood memories<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I pick each
one, one by one<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I look at them, upside down<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I take what’s
to be kept and shake away the rotten<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Sitting cross-legged on
my porch<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I await the
signs as I call upon you<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">The thoughts
of you, have me dancing on my toes<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Lyrics of
sappy songs running in loop<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Insides of my
heart and mind shine with the glow<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">The glow I waited
for you to come and pour<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I thought I will have to travel places<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>To learn and unlearn life and love </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">But all I needed to do i</span><span>s to sit cross-legged
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my insides shine for everything outside to glow!</span></p><p><br /></p><p>Written - With a Smile!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://thegavoice.com/outspoken/americas-spiritual-awakening-religion-gets-personal/" target="_blank">Image Credits</a></p>Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-15962588772017824432019-11-29T03:02:00.002-08:002019-11-29T03:02:20.094-08:00!!! Tricky Love !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't, don't you my heart listen</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have got you nicely wrapped and hidden</span></div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-23517707406961830472019-04-16T11:44:00.001-07:002019-11-29T03:03:39.140-08:00Chance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You are the reason of my being<br />
You're my passion<br />
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You're the one for whom I believe<br />
Reason for the way I live<br />
Your my eternity, my forever<br />
You're my beginning and my end<br />
Don't let it slip away ..<br />
Don't let us slip away ..<br />
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-73949081871036646192018-06-04T18:52:00.001-07:002018-06-04T18:52:51.537-07:00Unkept Truth!<p dir="ltr"><u>Under</u> the stars we met<br>
Under the stars we wept<br>
That the vows will be kept<br>
With this faith we leapt<br>
For all rises and sunsets<br>
Forever we said<br>
Together the hearts bled!</p>
Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-41532783037490444002017-04-18T12:47:00.001-07:002017-04-18T12:47:01.279-07:00!!! Black Heart !!!<p dir="ltr"><u><u>From</u></u> the time I owned the world<br>
To the time I look twice thrice <br>
Before I approve my reflection reluctantly<br>
From the time I believed in all good<br>
To the time bitterness became<br>
The first reaction to every emotion</p>
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Changing, evolving, withering<br>
Inch by inch losing and reducing<br>
My thoughts, dreams and desires<br>
The essence of my every childhood story<br>
Were burned in the fire of reality</p>
<p dir="ltr">I poured my heart into the few<br>
All who striped its innocence<br>
Splashed the dark into the light<br>
Wrecked the reasons of randomness​<br>
Leaving only the deliberate emotions<br>
Calculated associations, suspicious collaboration</p>
<p dir="ltr">Love, once a prayer, way of life<br>
Reduced to means of self obsession<br>
Emotions, once a way of expression<br>
Now prisoned behind the iron walls</p>
<p dir="ltr">Somewhere while growing up<br>
I lost the meaning and the purpose<br>
Somewhere while escaping pain<br>
I lost the life and the soul</p>
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I would change my path and their parts in my past<br>
As I sit around nursing my black heart!!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">From - Girl I used to be!</p>
Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-52029755526701750982017-03-09T20:57:00.001-08:002017-03-09T20:57:41.835-08:00Its Okay !!!<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little bad</p>
<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little back </p>
<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little less</p>
<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little mad</p>
<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little sad</p>
<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little low</p>
<p dir="ltr">Its okay, being a little slow</p>
<p dir="ltr">There will always be somebody, a little more</p>
<p dir="ltr">Breathe, it is what it is, Just Breathe<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">By - A little less perfect <u>self</u></p>
Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-3468715470442676512017-02-22T09:09:00.001-08:002017-02-23T22:33:58.967-08:00!!! The Weakest Link !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I feel it slipping away</div>
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I feel myself withering away</div>
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Moments of great weakness</div>
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Comes crashing down all around me</div>
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If I can hold the strings together</div>
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I can be stronger then..</div>
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the one who said, </div>
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The man can only be as strong as his biggest weakness,</div>
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If that stands correct, I might be the weakest of all...</div>
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Weakest of all..</div>
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Written By - The Weak One</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-18619506920748124222017-01-29T08:05:00.002-08:002017-01-29T08:05:34.537-08:00Self - Musing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-37195301978964047692017-01-27T10:47:00.001-08:002017-01-27T10:47:38.494-08:00The Silence that Speaks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-52768892875809258492017-01-25T02:12:00.001-08:002017-01-29T08:20:16.863-08:00Suspended in the Lost Dimension<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I feel like I am stuck and my legs are rigid, I want to run, but I can’t move,</div>
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I want to fly, but I can’t move, I want to change but I can’t move</div>
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I want, I want, I want, but am unable to, something invisible has caught me,</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-6699902217286308852016-06-30T07:12:00.001-07:002016-06-30T07:12:40.937-07:00!!! Dont be you !!!<p dir="ltr">Find, find a suitor<br>
No, don't find it yourself <br>
Let us do that for you<br>
No, we will not find it for you<br>
We will find it for the one<br>
Who we want to portray as you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Find, find a suitor<br>
No, not for You<br>
But the you, we <u>approve</u><br>
Shed away, the kilos<br>
Shed away, the likes<br>
Shed away, the smile<br>
Shed away, the curves <br>
Shed away, the dislikes <br>
Shed away, the strength <br>
Shed away, the values<br>
Shed away, the pillars<br>
Shed away, the beliefs<br>
Shed away, the habits <br>
Shed away, the food<br>
Shed away, the drinks<br>
Shed away, the passion<br>
Shed away, the brains <br>
Shed away, don't show <br>
Shed away, and hide</p>
<p dir="ltr">Shed away that makes you, you<br>
Make yourself the need of others<br>
And hope you find the 'perfect' suitor<br>
Who compliments the way you are <br>
No, not You<br>
The one we want to portray as you..!</p>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-62486445329821936182016-06-26T10:35:00.001-07:002016-08-15T23:08:12.088-07:00!!! Down The Lane !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A flicker of
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A word, a
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Time stops,
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The one I
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Every morning,
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How I
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My mom kept it
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When I
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Grace my hand on her hand, on her face<o:p></o:p></div>
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While she lay watching her favourite TV,<o:p></o:p></div>
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How I yearned to feel the coolness of the marbles, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Beneath my calf, as I spent lazy summer afternoons with my parents,<o:p></o:p></div>
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How I yearned to be able to dust away the years on yet another book,<o:p></o:p></div>
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From my grandfather’s collection and smell the old pages,<o:p></o:p></div>
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As my father tells me yet another instance <o:p></o:p></div>
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Of the love of books my grandfather nurtured, <o:p></o:p></div>
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How I yearned to feel the joy of my darling pet<o:p></o:p></div>
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Whenever I come home after a long absence,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The unconditional love he graces me with every single time, <o:p></o:p></div>
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He teaches me about relationships more than any human I know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cuddled with my family in long summer nights<o:p></o:p></div>
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In overly cold room, cooled by the cooler <o:p></o:p></div>
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When air conditioning was far beyond the means, <o:p></o:p></div>
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As he protect me from the frowns of my parents,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mischievousness & wrong doing's of my cousins <o:p></o:p></div>
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None matches the warmth of his old cold steel, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Flashing on my tiny wrist, while I pretend to be someone big <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have everything I want,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have it in me to get everything I desire<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-31136431791392676092016-06-12T07:35:00.001-07:002017-02-24T12:12:29.182-08:00!!! Lucky One !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have the best hair</div>
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The best watch,</div>
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The rich dress </div>
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You are wrong</div>
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Don't you see my empty fingers</div>
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You look at me and think</div>
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I have the bling</div>
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Dangling from my ears </div>
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Draped around my neck</div>
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Wrapped around my fingers </div>
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You are wrong </div>
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Don't you see my hollow eyes</div>
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You look at me and think</div>
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Am the lucky one</div>
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Without the care in the world</div>
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Having one Lager after another</div>
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Laughing as if there is no tomorrow</div>
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Sharing one story after another</div>
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You are wrong</div>
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Don't you see my stories have no end</div>
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You look at me and think</div>
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Am the lucky one</div>
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I have the great job</div>
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The big bucks</div>
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Having the time of life</div>
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Living in my own world </div>
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Roaming in horizons unexplored </div>
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Don't you see I walk the road alone!</div>
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You look at me and think</div>
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Am the lucky one</div>
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I have the world at my palm</div>
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Can't you see am just a girl in a box!</div>
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Written by - the girl in the city!</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-38786080667389235082016-05-13T10:00:00.001-07:002016-06-04T20:39:15.432-07:00!!! Ephemeral You !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If I could catch one, to create possibilities divine</div>
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Ransacking neurons to find the story so precious</div>
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They reflect that time, when the girl I was</div>
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Somehow I just cannot find her</div>
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Yet, it brought the poet in me alive</div>
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But it gave me the grounding that I once lacked</div>
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Only recently I realised,</div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">The phases of you will come and go in a fit</span></div>
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Scattering everlasting impressions in your life,</div>
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Only today needs to be cherished for what it holds!</div>
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Written By - My Grudge That I Refuse to Drop!</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-23035788079965741252016-01-31T10:54:00.001-08:002016-05-13T10:00:55.876-07:00!!!Drink Your Feelings!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Gulp away the ephemeral moods,</div>
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Feel the agony of burning esteem,</div>
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Moving in the high of self-deception,</div>
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Glorifying in the internal ramification,</div>
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When world stand stills and you are reeling,</div>
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That’s when you know you are high on your feelings!</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-24330551414361071252015-11-22T08:59:00.001-08:002016-05-13T10:01:10.359-07:00!!! Clean Slate !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The convenience
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Nothing is
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View of such
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Should be
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Bonds wrapped
around with respect<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unconditional
support without introspect<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sight beholding
entire universe<o:p></o:p></div>
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Caress soothing
away the curse<o:p></o:p></div>
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Presence
that ignites the soul<o:p></o:p></div>
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Feeling
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Obsessing
unto sanity<o:p></o:p></div>
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Losing into
the clarity<o:p></o:p></div>
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Interdependence
of freedom<o:p></o:p></div>
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Leading to conquering
kingdoms<o:p></o:p></div>
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Protect the
forsaken<o:p></o:p></div>
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Catching the
fallen<o:p></o:p></div>
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Holding what
is owned <o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally a
place to belong!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where to
find, what it will take</div>
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To start
everything with a clean slate!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Written by - Seventeen year old Faith</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-81351014597796680972015-10-28T11:31:00.000-07:002016-05-13T10:03:20.859-07:00!!! Tell Me My Story !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Look around, searching, hunting,</div>
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Things you know nothing about,</div>
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This world is governed by conventional</div>
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Suffocating, twirling around in limited dimension</div>
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Fighting for the space in this crowd</div>
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Where you can spread your wings around</div>
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May be someone will move to make space</div>
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Willingly, to give the presence you crave</div>
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Curious on the concept of miracles</div>
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Holding the left over of the imaginations</div>
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Tip toeing around the karmic interventions</div>
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Waiting, to be searched and found</div>
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Pondering on times cruelty,</div>
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Asking the unknown about</div>
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Where exactly to, in final story</div>
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Hoping, the one find its way back to me</div>
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Before we loose and become history.</div>
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Written By - Ritika Patel</div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-44460105150882595172015-10-25T11:45:00.003-07:002017-07-11T10:12:52.152-07:00!!! Evanescence !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
They say moving ahead is all anyone can ever do. Its good, its positive and it keeps you hopeful. But life as I know it, it might look like we are making a choice but the truth of the life is that there is no other option with us than moving on. You have power to stop nothing, you may physically standstill but you cannot not stop time, you cannot stop the sunrise or sunsets, the laws of science or whatever is they call it will catch up with you, and you will have to keep moving, even if you think you aren't, you will still be withering away.<br />
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As I stand at the end of my twenties, my mind is in whirlwind of thoughts, each thought taking me down memory lane, some of it I didn't even realized I remember until recently, flashbacks so powerful, as if something is coming to an end, what exactly, I don't know, may be I am just being overly melodramatic about aging, that's the only plausible explanation I can give to myself so that I can remain sane until all of this gets over.<br />
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Only way I can handle these turbulent emotions, is by doing the only thing I do to handle everything else. I write.</div>
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I do come across as an extrovert, a peoples' person, but I know in hearts of heart, if given a choice I may never step out of my cocoon ever, given the fact I do not like ninety nine percent of the people I meet and interact with on daily basis. The biggest reason of the same is because in all my life I have never met a person who would not spend his life and words proving the correctness of his thoughts, his opinion, his way of life and living, or how very humble and good they are, either by rubbing it in your face, or being pitiful in order for you to sympathize with them by telling them that they are doing the best they could. In all my life I haven't met a single person who would come and say that they are not good people. Why I am writing about this, is coz recently though, I do understand why, exactly why sometimes a room full of people might make you feel like the only person in the room.</div>
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Looking back at the years I have lived, I know now, I am not a good person, nor am I bad. I am not humble nor boastful, neither honest nor a liar, am not someone with a heart of gold not exactly possessing a black heart either. I have shades, so many of them that it becomes difficult for me to hold all of my self in my own mind sometimes, shades, many of which does not make me proud.<br />
Truth remains I am a complicated individual, too far away from simplicity. I understand the meaning of being content, but still I want everything reasonable/unreasonable. I lived in my own world since the time I remember. I am a perfectionist who is not perfect, strong minded individual with lack of perseverance, as deep as shallow, full of hang ups, full of grudges,feelings like empathy, forgiveness, humbleness, kindness, doesn't come easily to me. I have had my heart broken more times I could count, and yet I fail to learn from it and many more darker, deeper shades that makes the bigger part of my being, that people around me know not of.<br />
So when you look back at twenty something years of your life, look back at all the things you wanted to do but did not pursue, look back at the things you did do which doesn't make sense any more, look back and realize you do not recognize the person you have been, or you have not been even an ounce of what you wanted. I wonder now, what exactly does it say about you?<br />
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Written By - Shade of Me<br />
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-61775969768483157622015-10-11T12:45:00.001-07:002017-07-11T10:23:00.128-07:00!!! First Derby !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Loneliness is a bitch. Especially when you are surrounded
with friends, acquaintances, couples, food, variety of people and even bigger
variety of beers. It starts to creep somewhere at the back of your mind and
before you know it; it engulfs all your senses. You are talking, but you cannot
listen anything, you are looking at people, but not able to see anything, you
are surrounded by deafening music but yet silence is all you feel, you are
moving with the music but after sometime you realize you are moving with the
train of your over powering thoughts instead. <o:p></o:p></div>
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For the first time in your life you find yourself at the Derby,
a laid back enthusiasm hovers in the stands, where some are busy deciding their
next bet, others hogging on to the delicacies being served during and in
between the races. But all you can see
is the way jockey pushes and pushes his horse to win, all you feel is a
dull ache somewhere at the center of your being, realizing that something in
you does not agree with what you are watching. Although the crowds’ deafening
roar erupting to cheer their respective numbers, brings you back a bit from all
your mulling, yet you fail to either participate or to understand the necessity of the entire act.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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While you are trying to be acceptable with the fact that you
are already stuck at the stand for next couple of hours so you might try to
behave “not bothered or bored” and simultaneously trying to make an acquaintance
understand that why you don’t buy animal prints or ride them, exactly in that
moment one of the horses collapses just couple of yards before the finishing
line, and you experience something which the people in general describes as “having
your breathe caught in your throat”. With zillion experiences which can make
your breathe caught in your throat, you would have never picked this one even
if you have exhausted your chances of choosing all others. You stand there
frozen, trying hard to make the sense of words spoken by the commentator, when
he announces that the horse has just suffered a sudden heart attack. All the
others who have betted on the number printed on the cover draped across that
horse's back, are frustrated over the fact they lost their money, you look
around to see if anyone, even one of them, is talking about that living thing
that is now lieing on the ground still as a stone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The moment is passed, the animal is taken away, and the races
continue as if nothing happened. You too mingle with the expected, eating,
drinking, chatting, dancing, trying your best to be social. </div>
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Although the race course is closed and the party has began you see then very clearly that they are all in derby in their own minds competing with self on endless dimensions.</div>
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Somewhere in
middle of all these, you look around and find yourself disconnected with everything, asking yourself one question you end up asking every single day, “what
the hell are you doing here”, “why are you even here”. Just like that the auto
pilot mode is switched off, and the feeling creeps in somewhere at the back of
your mind, gradually engulfing you, making you want to turn around and keep
walking, yet your social manners shackles you to the spot.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Even with the day spent the way it was spent, the only truly
enjoyable thing you remember doing is the walk you took at the end of the night
in pouring down rain, getting soaked to your skin as you walk towards your car
instead of running and somehow that ten minutes’ walk becomes the highlight of
your day, with every step the rain washes off, the talks, the music, the pretense,
the dense fog of escapism and the clutter of boxed emotions. The feeling that
has engulfed you isn’t bothering you anymore; it has grounded you instead,
making you whole. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Written By – Ritika Patel<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-5570135880534382242015-10-02T02:47:00.001-07:002015-10-02T02:50:13.699-07:00A Verse of Rakshabandhan<p dir="ltr"> A letter to my Little brother on the eve of Rakshabandhan....</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have been sharing words of wisdom,<br>
All along as a way of finding the connection,<br>
Thinking you may pick some pieces of liking,<br>
Which might help you in surviving..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Life is not a piece of puzzle,<br>
It’s neither unfair nor difficult<br>
Just realise that needs to be realised<br>
That it’s your, to whichever way you want it to channelize.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Struggles make us who we are<br>
Let them shape you, don’t be tart,<br>
Embrace rather than regret<br>
Learn rather than forget.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><u>Look</u> high, always higher,<br>
There are many to pull you down lower<br>
Detach from them, & avoid a tragedy<br>
Remember faith in self is the best strategy</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fly away, dream and make them come true<br>
Life is all about what is inside you<br>
Take risks and let go of the fear<br>
Explore people and keep the loved ones close<br>
You will be successful and reach new heights<br>
While you do all that, we will keep you cherished in our sights!!!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Written by - Ritika Patel</p>
Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-59711381196036661412015-03-19T23:57:00.000-07:002015-03-21T23:13:22.978-07:00!!! Marry When You Know You Are "Ready" !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My fingers numb a little. It’s been over five minutes that my cursor is looming over the ‘not interested’ tab under the profile of a prospective groom. The picture is a bit hazy, almost all of them are covered with glares, the family information and groom information sounds just about okay; however, none of it is enough to make me want to click on the ‘I am Interested’ tab in his profile. Yet, there is this voice in my head, which debates <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">may be you can talk with them and then decide</em>, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">too early and too little reasons to reject</em>, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">at least meet him first</em>, s<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">ometimes you just need to take a chance</em>. What I, and I am sure a million other girls in my country, fail to understand is whether it is our own mind rationalizing with you, or is it the <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2014/11/reasons-to-get-married-in-india/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">prerequisite of the society</a> </strong>we have been nurtured in, that is echoing in our minds.</div>
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We fail to understand the truth behind our dilemma. Most often, our judgement is clouded with years old tradition, family culture, societal pressure along with the complicated combination of our own personal thinking. Sometimes all of these lead us into getting <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2011/03/marriage-an-over-rated-institution/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">married for all the wrong reasons</a></strong>. I understand these days there are a great number of families who let their daughters choose their own partner, or families who involve their daughters as much as possible in searching for the right match. The others just tell their daughters when to get married, whom to get married to and why to get married. Although the ‘why to get married’ question is something that is a common denominator in all the households today. Every parent can come out with their own long essay on <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">why their daughter needs to get married o</em>r <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">1001 perks of having a husband</em>. In reality, I believe, this is one question, or perhaps the only question that every girl needs to ask herself before taking ‘the’ step.</div>
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It starts when a girl is around ten or eleven, when the mothers casually remarks, “Do not speak so loudly, your in-laws will say that your mother didn’t teach you anything.” The story continues into adolescence “Look how dirty you are keeping your things, how will you manage your own home in future”, “Oh, we just want you to be married, then we can relax” or when you cross the age of eighteen, family wants the girls to graduate to at least being an amateur cook, because more than the girl itself the mother and the grandmother are worried that their daughter’s future husband might starve.</div>
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Every single remark during these conversations subtly inculcate the <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">would be</em> future picture in the girl’s mind, leaving her to think that the ultimate goal for her is to get married, find a good husband and keep him happy. It leads them to believe that everything they are taught is for the greater good of their future in-laws. No matter how ambitious then a girl becomes, the family focus lies only in getting them settled until then the family is generally in ‘duress’. If the girl gets married to end their duress, think again – she might end up with someone, which will lead to lifetime of stress!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">People</span></h2>
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“So, leave aside everything, you tell me first <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2014/12/marriage-and-pregnancy/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">when are you getting married</a></strong>”, this will probably be the second or third statement from your aunt or uncle whenever they talk to you. They are the ones who make it their life’s mission to badger you and your family with matrimonial questions. Every get together, every gossip over tea, even a small interaction with neighbors while evening walk, or connecting with (already married) friend after weeks, everything will be circling around your questionable single hood.</div>
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Worse are those relatives who have already gotten all of their children married; they will talk about your family, as if, may be your family is not competent enough to perform the job of finding you a partner. If you are searching for a husband in increasing desperation in order to end this interrogation, think again!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Age factor</span></h2>
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And then there is the <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2013/03/correct-age-for-marriage/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">famous age factor</a>,</strong> every second that ticks by on your age clock is directly proportional to your parent’s pressure to get you married. They are worried for two reasons. One, all the ‘good young guys’ will be gone and their daughter will end up with an ‘average middle-aged balding man’, or two, you will not be able to bear children. But before you build your own myths about the <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2014/10/freezing-eggs-in-the-corporate-world/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">age factor being the reason of having pregnancy problems</a></strong>, consult a reputed gynaecologist and get the right medical consult.</div>
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It will be prudent in today’s day and age that you decide yourself what is the <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">right time</em> for you. Having a child is a huge commitment in itself; ensure you are ready not only physically but mentally, emotionally and financially for this.</div>
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Many people also draw a comparison between your career, or the lack of it, to the choice of getting married. When, what a girl is pursuing in her life is not deemed important, parents generally get the idea that she is done living her life and it’s time to get her married. Or god forbid, if she is not pursuing a career or doesn’t hold a job, the only thing remaining for her would be to find an alliance, in order for her life to get a purpose.</div>
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Get married when you know you have a grip on your life, which does not necessarily mean you have to go out and get a fancy career to justify your time; absolutely not! All you need to know is what you want out of your life and how you envision yourself achieving it.</div>
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Then there are some – who have been in one relationship after other, right from the time they understood the words ‘love’ or ‘relationship’. It gets increasing difficult for them to not be in a relationship as there is a pattern of dependency in their life. For such people, the state of <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">being on your own</em> might put them in a lot of discomfort. There is nothing wrong in wanting to have someone to depend upon, but it is also very important to understand that your companion is looking for the same qualities, and the only way you can play this role confidently is when you are independent in your thoughts, in your decisions and in your life.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Loneliness</span></h2>
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On the other hand many of us tie a knot because we do not want to be lonely. And we might latch onto the first possible choice if the motivation behind the companionship is loneliness. Try to figure out who you really want to be with, and what you are looking for in your companion. If being alone with your own self is not only discomforting but next to impossible for you, then it’s high time you take some time out for yourself, sit in your own company and try to understand who are you. Pursuing your long lost interests can do you some good too, being <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2014/11/getting-in-touch-with-emotions/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">alone need not be a bane; make it a boon</a></strong>.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Fear of pain</span></h2>
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Another wrong reason to get married is when you are in a relationship for a long time, the pressure of taking that final step is constantly present. There are relationships which although exists for long but the only reason the girl and boy decides to take the final step is because they are guilty of leaving the other with a broken heart. They are guilty and scared to back out. But if you are not ready, or if marriage is something you do not want for yourself then, backing out will be a favor you will be doing to yourself and your companion. You need to be ready for the commitment and no one can talk you into doing so; it has to come from within. The willingness should be of your own.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">End to celibacy</span></h2>
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Then there are some people who just want the <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">celibacy</em> part of their life to be erased. Of all the reasons this one, right here, can be even more dangerous than the others. Lust will, in no way, lead you to find the right partner or even a smidgen of love in your relationship. In fact when the lust part is over, you might realize that the person you are waking up with every morning is not the one for you.</div>
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Marriage needs a lot of work, patience, endurance and maturity. First step towards understanding marriage is to have a complete understanding of yourself, your needs and your expectations from life. When you are having a good day or a bad day it will be your companion who will laugh or cry with you. When you will be desperately trying to get your children in the schools, it will be you with your spouse who will have to do all the hard work. When you will be sick in the middle of the night, it will be your spouse who will stay beside you. It will be your spouse who will tell you how great you are when you are having a horrible day. It will be your spouse who will give an ear to your cribbing, frustrations and disappointments.</div>
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Moreover, you will be the one doing all these things <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">for</em> your spouse too. So, ensure you are ready for this, ensure when you do get married the ‘time’ is right for ‘you’.</div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="http://www.shutterstock.com/pic-164717096/stock-photo-a-coarse-rope-in-the-colors-of-the-homosexual-flag-with-a-knot-tied-in-the-middle-on-an-isolated.html?src=BRT8r9DvX6qqe-GNBpWejA-1-76&ws=1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0077cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Image of the colourful rope</a> via Shuterstock</em></div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Written By - Ritika Patel</em></div>
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Ritz..http://www.blogger.com/profile/06473318120730050233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191963271842847012.post-60057288249552561872015-01-11T20:52:00.000-08:002015-01-12T02:43:16.353-08:00!!! FIRST SOLO SOUL TRIP !!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you are stuck in a weekly conference listening to one of the senior person making poor jokes, & you along with your colleagues dreading this moment of being forced to find the jokes funny and laugh on it. That is the moment when you feel like running away from that room to a blissful place, a place away from pretence and where you can sit and breathe, just breathe. That’s when you need to go to Bali!</div>
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Every day you wake up, go to office, travel back, eat and
sleep. When this routine chore makes you want to pray or crave for change &
excitement. That’s when you need to go to Bali!<o:p></o:p></div>
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When nothing in your life makes sense and you have spent too
many hours thinking about where you are heading in your career or better yet,
pondering on what is the purpose of your life? That’s when you know you need to
take a BREAK and head for Bali!<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you have read the best ever work of Elizabeth Gilbert <i>Eat Pray and Love</i> and fallen in love
with the picturesque beauty of Bali
aesthetically directed by Ryan Murphy in the movie based on this novel. That’s
when you need to go to Bali!<o:p></o:p></div>
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No, I did not go to Bali to search for myself. I did not go
to Bali to take a Soul trip. Nor did I go to Bali clutching the copy of Eat
Pray and Love hoping it will transform my life, nor did I went their to fall in
love with an Italian dude. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I am just an average Independent Indian Woman, who saved
just like any other Indian tourist to have her first ever international solo
trip to one of my dream destinations. And the only agenda I had in this trip
was to make the money I have spent worthwhile and enjoy every freaking second
of my vacation. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Bali is considered to be the Art Center of Indonesia and
even after being an Island, it has plethora of things to get indulge in. And
that’s just what I did and ended up having THE trip of my life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After enduring 14 hour long trip through Malaysian Airlines,
not to forget the hyper anxiety of considering the possibility of vanishing
into thin air any second, I landed at the Denpasar Airport, Bali and started
the 5 most memorable days of year 2014 of my life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The first thing that you will catch in Bali is the wave of
hospitality and heart melting smiles of Balinese people, which can be
experienced right from the Immigration section to the day you get on board at the
end of your trip. Even the broody flight attendants seems to smile a little
brighter just as the wheels of your plane touches the airport runway which is
surrounded by water from three directions. <o:p></o:p><br />
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The second thing that will hit you being an Indian is , coming
from a land, where more than 88000 Gods are worshiped, you may believe that you
belong to the most religious, traditional and culturally rich country. Your
myths will be in for a shock if you have spent even a day in this outrageously
beautiful place which is covered from head to toe with structures depicting the
historical and mythological tales of Hindu religion, especially the tales of Mahabharata
and Ramayana. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes you read it right!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Almost all the roundabouts in Bali has life size statues of
Ram, Deva Ruci, Ghatotkach, scene of Krishna giving Arjun the lessons of Bhagavad-Gita,
or a magnificent life size work of art where Ravana is challenging Ram to kill
him. One can get into a trance watching the meticulous hand work of the statues
and it takes considerable amount of will power to stop staring at them and get
moving from the middle of the road. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Third thing you will notice in Bali is that Balinese are
very nosy people. The moment I entered my Hotel room I grabbed their Welcome
Book as I settled with Hot coffee wishing it will take some of the jet leg away
and almost spilled a mouth full on the book when I read the first few lines of
the “our people” page, which clearly gave a warning <i>to not get offended as Bali people can be very curious (softer word for
nosy I thought) and will keep asking personal questions with you, request you
to kindly treat them patiently as this will be your experience almost in every
part of Bali</i>.<o:p></o:p><br />
When the words finally sunk in I laughed my head off, I am
from India, INDIA, what did these Balinese know about being nosy. May be that’s
the reason I didn’t take a picture of that book. Boy! Was I in for a shock,
shock was it was.<br />
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The warning of the welcome book was nowhere closer to reality,
not only Balinese nosy people, they will inquire your life out like a
Biographer. They do not understand the subtle warnings, subtle yet clear
warnings of your body language stating you do not want to answer the questions,
may be for the sake of your safety or may be for the sake of not being super
annoyed with the taxi driver who is going to drive you for next 9 hours. They
will keep getting into the details until you spill all your beans and ensure
that nothing else or ambiguous is remaining to be clarified. But at the same
time they are downright sweethearts, they talk politely, pay attention to every
details, go far and beyond to make your travel comfortable. If you share a good
conversation with your driver or guide, they will show you the cheapest places
to buy goodies, eat delectable meals or places that you can enjoy which you
wouldn’t find in any of the travel sites, blogs or forums.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Souvenirs</span></i></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fourth thing you will notice which will have many Indians
running away is most of the souvenirs in Bali is phallus shaped. Talk about,
pen stands, key chanis, refrigerator magnets or a bottle opener. You will find
them sitting around at the front row of all the artefact’s or just dangling
from the ceiling of shop, carved out of wood with utmost precision, believe me
I can tell!<o:p></o:p></div>
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In those five precious days that I had, I experienced two
completely different faces of Bali while one was fun, alighted, glamorous,
funky and wild at times; the other was calmer, serene, quiet and laid back. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One would make you want to party all night while the other
will force you to grab a Yoga mat and sit in the company of self and embrace
every second of it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This being my first solo experience, I will refrain from
writing on my budget, as I hold no constraints there. I had researched and read
about the places and services available for travel, eat or sightseeing, that
even before I landed I knew exactly where to go and how to go, even the
landmarks I will be crossing while reaching my destination. Traveling alone,
builds in you a new level of confidence and a renewed sense of
responsibilities. All you need is to give yourself some time to enjoy your own
company and before you knew it you will be addicted to the quality time you
will spend indulging with self.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The first half of my journey I spend in Seminyak couple of
kilometres away from Kuta. That is just my way of spending my vacation;
wherever I go I find out the most hyped places, the most commercialised and
then plan my trip in a way that I stay away from those places. The most
commercialised place at any tourist place is not driven by the native culture;
it is driven by the tourist’s expectations. The formula to enjoy the essence of
any place or city is, to live in a place which is whithin approachable distance from your destinations so that you can enjoy the feel of the city, with more native people
around and less tourists. In Bali Kuta is one highly commercialised location,
in fact the entire Bali struggles to keep a hold on their years old traditions
and culture in the midst of increasing tourist footfalls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Semiyak is “the” city of Bali. With almost 3 to 4 kilometres
long market, dazzling with everything from apparels to some really awesome
beaded and stone jewellery. Semiyak beach rattles all morning with water
activities pursued by mainly families, in night it transforms in to a blazing
land with hundreds of lanterns, bean bags, Balinese delicacies and live music. It
was serene day and night.<br />
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Being with self turns into an adventure when you are
in company with amazing people from different nationalities and you will make
friends at every corner, at eating joints, in the temple lines, during shared
conveyances and even when you are negotiating while buying souvenirs. Another
reason for choosing Seminyak was its approachability in terms of kilometres to
travel from south to north Bali.<o:p></o:p><br />
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The very first night I fortunately stumbled in the
restaurant by sheer sound of the music coming from it which could be heard from
across the street. Good thing I did went in, that too just in time to enjoy the
one hour show of Barong Dance, traditional Balinese Dance. This dance is
another Story narrating dance form, Barong is a lion and Barong fights with
Rangada, the demon queen the mother of all evil spirits. I saw that dance as
the combination of extremely enhanced and controlled expressions, both at the
same time and the grace with which the girls and the boys performed the entire
routine, which was so well rehearsed. Trying to strike up a conversation with
one of the performer wasn’t very successful, although my bartender did inform
that these girls and boys are anywhere from the age of 12 – 17. I mean can you
believe this. Being so young and yet so strong in their performance, as they
act out the mythological tales of Bali. It would be true to believe that
Balinese live and sleep their culture.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bali is full of serene sights and thousands of Temples, what
will do you well is searching out all the tourist attractions, historical
monuments you would like to visit from the huge list of tourist attraction, and also
list down the activities you would like to do which was rusting in your wish
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And so I dove into the 16<sup>th</sup> century architects of
the most sacred temple in Bali including Holy Spring Temple, Taman Ayun and my personal
favourite place Pura Tanah Lot, a temple which is a small island in itself, the
darkened structure, caused due to dense trees all around, only made the place
feel more desirable. The temple is one of <span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">seven sea temples</span> around the Balinese
coast<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">. </span>Balinese temples are not maintained as
the temples of India, they are not crowded, there is no line you need to stand
in for hours together and definitely far more squeaky clean, which is easy to
maintain as tourists are simple not allowed to step near the mail temple station, specially the temple that are considered most sacred
like Tanah Lot Temple. Although you might encounter the best ever Sunset you
have witnessed in your entire life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"> </span><b style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><i>Tirta Empul Temple</i></b></td></tr>
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Tirta Empul Temple also commonly referred as Holy spring
water is a reflection of the tradition and culture followed in India where the
Indians take <span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">pilgrimage</span> to the<span style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span>Ganges and take a dip in the holy water in order to clean
themselves of sin. Small pond lined with beautiful design serving as an opening
for the spring water from <span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Sungai Pakerisan</span> River
to flow in the pond, which is considered holy and it is said to make you pure
by cleaning your mind, body and soul, three words that the preachers of temple
have learned to speak in flawless English. Mesmerised as I was with the temple
in the entirety, I was more amazed to see, how dedicatedly and faithfully
people from various nationalities, took a dip in that water, hiring preachers
from the temple in order to help them clean their mind, body and soul, it makes
you wonder, how much work does it really take to convert a person from a
believer to a follower. Although I did not take a holy water dip myself, but I
surely walked out of there feeling more acceptable towards the tradition of my
own land, do I not know how many tourist comes to India in spiritual search and
how many jumps into ganga to become sinless, off course I do. But here, I am
referring to the people who neither come from the land of zillion traditions
nor are they interested in developing spirituality and definitely not looking
for any Guru. But people who would temporally accept any kind of tradition if
it can at all help in their personal agendas hoping, may be this will work for them, but
then may be not!</div>
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Another attraction you do not want to miss is the Coffee
Plantation. You may want to park beside th street and take a walk in the trench
filled with Coffe Estates, they even show you how the worlds most expensive
Luwak Coffee is made and indulge you with Coffee and tea samples, while you
enjoy the serene beauty of coffee estate. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When it came to doing activities which was rusting in my
wish list, the one that topped all was Scuba Diving, 16km away from Semiyak is
a beach called Nusa Dua. The beach will remind you of goa back home but the
water activities offered their will bring you right back, from water walking to
Snorkelling to Scuba Diving. You name it they will offer it. Here and at all
the market places you go in Bali you will have the pleasure of dealing with
money in Lakhs, given the currency exchange rate between Indian rupee and
Indonesian Rupiah, even taking cash out from the ATM the lowest figure you can
punch in is 50,000 rs. Isnt it amazing, and all through my trip I had
negotiated from 50,000rs to 5 lakhs rupees. The entire scuba diving experience
costed like 10 lakhs rupees which is around 4700 to 5000 rs only in Indian
Rupee. Call me silly but the pleasure of dealing in lakhs was out of the world.
Not to mention the laugh roit I had after winning my every negotiation had my
taxi drivers thinking me as lony bit. My entire trip in Bali as per their
currency was somewhere around 1.5 crores, sounds extravagant, well it wasn’t,
wasn’t at all. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The whole scuba diving experience was simple out of the
world, wordless and so much worth every bit of the trip. No, I did not suddenly
realise the meaning of life nor did I suddenly became more aware of my being
like shown in the movies. But the entire
journey from the shore of the sea to the middle of the sea, jumping in and
gearing up with the oxygen cylinder (requiring two men to just lift it up
enough so that it can be thrown in water, where you get fitted with it), and
then swimming to the depth of the sea, with your instructor as your soul
saviour (well although I can swim, but we are talking about going to the
deepest of the sea and staying there, I mean you need help, like clinging to
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I have no fear when it comes to water I
embrace it like an old friend, yet I was glad it wasn’t as deep as I have seen
it in the movies or discovery channel, yet I enjoyed every moment of the twenty
minutes I spent inside, the Shoals of tiny iridescent fishes or the Swaying
anemones filtering the gentle currents of their tiny unseen haul, the best
twenty minutes spent of the Bali trip, and an awesome experience “checked” of
the list.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After my on the toes days in Seminyak, I went to Ubud, where
I met the flip side of bali. Like the myth in the ancient Roman religion where
the God Janus, which has two faces, reflects on the two sides of each
situation, moment and person. Likewise Bali’s other face is subdued, calm and
comfortably quite. I did not planned going on any adventures from Ubud, Instead
I soaked in its calm, walked the quite roads lined with restaurants of every
kind, Mexican, Italian , thai, indian, and indulged in the most relaxing foot
massage, just before I was scheduled to say good bye.</div>
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I did not intend anything before visiting Bali, it wasn’t a journey
of spiritual search or journey towards understanding my purpose. My trip went
smoothly and I did everything that I planned for. All I wanted was to have fun,
meet great people, eat delicious food and pick up souvenirs for my family. And
yet when I returned, I returned with an enhanced sense of completion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When traveling solo the realization that you are on your own
sinks in only when your feet touches the land of your destination, strange
place surrounded with strangers. Though traveling with friends has its own
perks, but traveling solo is definitely a high, a high so addictive that it
kept me giddy the entire six days of my trip that by the end of it I was
already making plans for my next fix.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Written By – Ritika Patel<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>To read the published version of the article</i></b> <span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: red;"><a href="http://www.womensweb.in/2015/01/traveling-to-bali-alone/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Click Here</span></a> </span>!!</div>
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To what do you owe your life? Is it your family, your work,
your friends, your beliefs, your wisdom or your sheer strength? Everyone one of
us owe our life to something or someone, it can be just few minutes one gets in
the morning, sometimes people owe their life to that part of the day, the only
time they get to be with themselves.<br />
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Somewhere deep down, I believe, we all are searching for that
one thing in life that can safely be put in the box labeled <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">passion</i> in our mind. Don’t we? Or is it
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Do we not want to search that one thing/ that one person we
can devote our life to? Life without passion would be life not worth anything.<br />
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Find it, find that thing you love most to do, an activity, a
hobby, a long lost dream, your love, your kids, your home, your spouse, your
work. It can be anything, & if you dedicate your life in finding this one thing
that makes every other aspect of your life bearable, that spiral every ugly
thing and shapes it into something magnificent. You WILL have it all.<br />
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Explore yourself or if needed implore with self. Ask the
difficult and uncomfortable question. Be aware, this process is not easy, but
no, this isn’t difficult either, it just needs a little bit more of perseverance.
I have not found my passion yet and I owe my life to finding it, dig it out of
me if needed. And that gives me enough zest to keep moving.<br />
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If you have your passion in your palms you will always find a
way to keep moving. Happiness does this to you, motivates you to keep steering
the wheel. If you have not found what your passion is, yet, any set back, bad
experience, situation or people will not be able to hold you down, because without
passion your soul will be translucent with no substance, and hence you will
filter yourself out from any bad thing so that you can reach your destination
which will not only bring you to substance but it materialize you while giving
you a purpose. Once you reach there you will find all the resources in your mind
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Written By – Ritika Patel</div>
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Year - 1990 <br />
The translucent blues, made to be rolled around in dust, if you look into those bluish glass, the sheer magnificent beauty of it will make you think as if you are glancing at the universe in the night from your telescope, the grey, blue, greens and whites spread in undefined structures made me feel that If I look at it long enough it will reveal some magical world or may be some hidden realities of the life.<br />
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Counting them before the game and after it was the most important task as our heart would break if we loose even one of these beautiful Marbles, playing with it turn the hours into seconds and time flew by in sheer laughter and silly competitions of sending those marbles flying into a hand made hole in the sand.<br />
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Such was the childhood of all the 80's & the 90's adolescents. <br />
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Year - 2014<br />
Spotting Stars in the sky is more difficult now, forget about the constellations that we use to mark swishing our fingers to make imaginary lines to connect them, now there are as few as handful that you can spot, that too, if you have time enough to do so. Glancing out of my balcony I sometimes walk out just to stare at the sky. Why? I do not know, it just makes me a little more humbler.<br />
I then look down to the park where some toddlers are playing in the grass, games I do not understand, some ride their bikes in the limited area of the societies side path, group of them just sit on the stairs and discuss the life (i guess) away. I know their play time is somewhere being timed by their parents, I hardly ever see children playing without seeing their parents hovering in the background. These times are not safe, the trust is running all time low, and god forbid if you have young girls, the tension hovering over parents to not let them away from their sight in public must be exhausting.<br />
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Times are changing so fast, it makes me sad and at the same time anxious. As if you are watching through hour glass and well aware that your time is running out. But instead of watching sand flowing down, I see the memories flowing away and I try to catch some of them, remembering how easy it was to make friends then, not virtually but literally, the non-judgmental rambling, playing in the dust, wounded knees & scraped palms were treated lightly by then non obsessive parents, and with absolutely no pressure of posting something cool, quirky or witty on your FB or twitter or the pressure of increasing the number of friends on the same.<br />
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Is it my place to feel sad for these toddlers to have a techo-blanketed childhood? I do not know, but I am sad. Happy to see they are intellectually more ahead then my generation when we were young, but sad to think that maybe, just may be their generation will never find out the achievement of searching a new hiding place in the routine hide and seek game, they will never know the adrenaline pumping in your veins while you wait for the unknown next victim of "Ghoda Badam Chai", or the sheer fun of running for your life playing "Pakdam Pati", or the waiting for summer vacations to play Cards, for girls to play with doll houses and miniature kitchen sets or for boys playing with G.I Joes, or playing the life and death game of "The game of life" or "Monopoly" and tear each other up for fake money and laugh till your eyes are teary.<br />
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Written By - Ritika Patel<br />
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