All in a Day's Work

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Its hurting...and its insane...
But with what did it begin...

A lot of things happened with me today. A lot of things from the past did reveal themselves back today. I think there was some exhibition of the past memories of mine, but why did this happen...and that too today.
With all those memories flying around flashbacks started somewhere and it ended somewhere and in all this mess something did hurt me.
Where did this hurting start from...Did it 'from the betrayal of the friend whom i helped from all my heart.' or did it come 'from the pain of the friend i shared in the past reveal itself again.' or 'the pain of something yet to come..'or 'the pain of some natural expectations i had from someone' or 'did it began from somewhere new..' Where did this pain come from. Why had this had to happen today in this carnival of past memories. Why cant that one coward memory present itself as single one. Then I will let that memory know who is stronger. Hurting me in the back with a disguised appearance. Well friend you might have won the round but the fight is still on and the day i find you alone it will be a happy end to the poor memory...

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P.S- This is An Extract From My Dairy...Sorry it does not contain details...maybe the post wont qualify for the TON...But Still I Had to Post This...SORRY...

-Nickhil Patokar

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What Am I ???

  What am I ? A well where everyone can drop their sorrows? What am I a place where you can get free advices ! What am I your friend when you know you need one?  What am I a enemy sometimes to show you  thats not you. What am I a pillow where everyone can rest their heads and cry. What am I a punching bag where everyone can test on their punches. What am I a place where you can experiment with everything you can. What am i a person who will understand others no matter what. What am i a perpetual machine...What am I???


              Did anyone care if i was hurt...Did anyone care...Why would anyone...
  I am the one who understand and the one who cares na so what, i will understand others behavior no matter however they decide to behave with me. Why would anyone try to understand me after all I am the place where everyone can deposit their sorrows but who would care to take that little sorrow lying in my heart. Why would anyone. Who will notice that the pillow is not wet just by their tears but also due to my own. Who will care to see the real motive of being an sudden enemy. Who will care that the punches that they put it might hurt them a little but it hurts me worst.but why would anyone care, I am the one who needs to understand....I am the one...

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A Year After 26/11...

     Remembering those great souls who lost their lifes fighting for our safety...

following are some pictures i received after the 26/11...It was from the rally....hoping this rally yeilded something in a year... if not then no one can save US...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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-Nickhil Patokar

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If I were a baby again

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My cute little sister comes running into my room and hurriedly tries to go online through my PC, but the net appears to be down she asks me what should she do...and i just out of curiosity ask her

"Would you like to  be a baby again"...and she says "yeah why not i would love to be a baby again..." and i ask her, "why ???" she says, "Just coz i miss writing those alphabets, however inverted or scary they might have looked but i still like to write them ..i miss them.."and before i could ask her anything more she started writing stuff on the notepad..Which i read after wards and it said...(her own words)

"""I know once we have became big we think that I must become a small child once again , I too think like this. To share my thoughts with you about this i am here.

          When i was small I was studying in mahatma school of academics & sports. I was crying everyday for a chocolate , if my mother won't buy it , I used to tell her if you wont give me a chocolate , I will not go to school , listening this she was suddenly buying a chocolate for me. But now this idea didn't work , my mother tells me first see your teeth's condition and then tell me i want a chocolate .

         I remember , when my mother was coming to pick me I was telling her to buy a   sparkle glass when she was giving that in my hand it was sliping from my hand and it broke downbut still everyday i used to buy one...now i cant....

        I was not completing my homework I was just playing and now if i dont complete my homework my mother goes on shouting complete your homework fast... now i miss writing that alphabets (which were offcourse written keeping in view the mirror and its reflection), numbers and all .

       At night i used to go in the garden of our building taking my favourite doll with me I was not sleeping untill I atleast went once in the garden....but now no time for that...

       Now I think if i will become small child once again I will not like to become big..."""

I thought about her words written above... they were all small little things, if we change one little thing in it the joy of childhood will vanish...the moment you decide to act more wisely, obediently ....you are thinking like a grown up and you are no longer a baby...so i would say..If i were a baby again i would change Nothing...and just Nothing from my childhood...    

  

      

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School Life: Day 1...

      

     Well its years that I started going to school now. Maybe finished the school years too; we all might remember our school friends, the sports periods, calling teachers by inventive names, and every joy and sorrow related to our school life…But we will never ever forget our first day at school.
     Cresent high school that’s what the name of my first school was. Like most of the school timings our school started at 8. now getting up at 7 is one uphill task for persons (friends will place aliens in place of persons here) like me.  But still somehow I managed to get to school at 8. yeah! Parents helped me a lot from waking me up to dropping me to school…but hey its me who got to school.
     As soon as I got inside, a lady instructed the crowd to move up towards the staircase we did or rather I followed everyone else. As soon as I started climbing the staircase, I realized I was not with my parents. I turned back to find them but I could not see anything other than the rush of other students. Horror struck me…I could not see my parents in the near surroundings. This is or was maybe the first time I felt loneliness.    After of around 3 years of contact, this was the first time I was about to leave my Mom. How could I bear with that after all, mom the only person we love during our non schooling childish growth years…although Mom gets replaced by someone else as we grow to become an Adult…But One thing is for sure no one can replace MOM…(Love You MOM…)
     Anyways so here I was standing on the staircase trying to find my mom, and then as the students on the staircase started getting less. I found her, she was there besides the gates with tears rolling down her cheek…and contradicting; finding her was the greatest joy of life. Of that small life…But this joy dint remain for long as some devil lady came to me and took me upstairs. I could not control my tears then. She continuously asked me about which class I was placed but the alien language she spoke, could not be understood by me. So I just stayed there crying…
I forgot when I stopped or why I stopped crying but what I remember is I was shifted from one class to other after every decade or so, as it seemed. Time went by very slowly and then they finally found me the perfect class to sit in...
     After a few more of the decades finally the first day of school was over but not before I met my Mom as she came in to receive me from my classroom…Maybe this joy overtook the previous high that was scored that morning but this dint mattered right then coz I was finally with my Mom… 

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Strangely Scribbled

Sitting in the study cubicle with nothing to do. Eyes were searching for something but the mind was completely at loss to understand want…maybe the eyes were not working for the brain they were working for the inner voice…MAYBE

Finally the eyes located something it was a piece of blank paper; suddenly I picked up a pen and started scribbling on the paper. After a few minutes I stopped. It was the end of the paper could not continue writing…
Now I started glancing backward towards the words I had written. It followed...

DARK! Everything around me was dark. Not a single thing seemed to show any feel of life. Nothing was sharply visible, everything blurred. And still the ray of hope, the ray of light invisible… nothing but complete darkness…

Suddenly everything around seemed to dissolve. And in a matter of second everything around me was in water. Before the fear of not knowing how to swim, could rush into my thoughts …Drowning!!! I was Drowning! …As soon as this happened I started moving my limbs and arms to save myself. But something was not right I could sense it but could not guess what was wrong. Somehow my body was providing all the power necessary but my limbs and arms seized to move. They were Stiff, no movement…

As I tried to reason out what was happening, all of a sudden a faint light started coming up from below me. At last some hope I thought. The light was becoming stronger and broader. During this time as this light started changing I started to feel myself very light. It seemed as if the Newton’s gravity had finally stopped working.

The ray of light was coming from some object. What was it, I wondered. Slowly the object started being visible. It was something very familiar, a thing I looked at everyday. But exactly what was it, why wasn’t my brain working… what was this happening with me.

Shocked with the horror that gripped me…”NO! That cant be possible, Just unacceptable” that were the first words that came out.

The thing that was glowing was a body, and it was me..!!!
But how could that be, me being at two places and slowly I realized all the water around had disappeared sometime ago… I was floating in the air.
Some very weird thought came up in mind…Was I really??? DEAD…

I reread it many times afterwards but could not get, why I wrote it…

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??? Life In Incidents Or Incidents In Life ???

I truly believe you should once try this in your life. Forgetting your own birthday…its just real fun just try it once and you won’t regret your decision

Ya that too is one unanswerable question ‘How do we forget our own birthday…’

Well it happened with me last year. I had just joined and started enjoying my new college life in the whole new engineering world. When suddenly I lost track of time.

One fine day a friend of mine happen to call me says “Buddy someone is going to give a party tonight” and I spend no time asking him if there is anyone’s birthday today. He joined in to create a joyful atmosphere thinking that I am joking then at last before hanging up the cell he says “Dude, Happy Birthday” And I am like really is it 29^th already ..Is it … I run up to the nearest calendar and there it is 29^th August 2008.

Then I go up towards my Mom and ask her the date she says its 29^th and your birthday…and then I realize that really I am not at all dreaming and I forgot my birthday…

It’s impossible to describe the feeling at that situation its all just amazing. Everything suddenly turns up shining upon you and the best part of it all is you have no expectations from anyone…and so whatever comes along all the day is just pure happiness and just happiness…

Well it also causes some after effects…no plans…no arrangement of party money… no new dresses to wear…and the list goes on…

But as we always learn somewhere on our own path of life, Incidents don’t occur in life “LIFE occurs in Incidents”…

Sorry, don’t know what am I saying, will leave you now….And this year I remembered my BIRTHDAY…And sadly won’t be able to forget my own birthday again due to this incident…

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I Was The Chosen One....

Why Me?

That Was the question I asked everyone today. The reason for doing so was all justified and right(i hope)..As I said, we were all waiting for our results today and we (Does not include ME) got our 2nd semester results.

And the results brought in joy and sorrows from all corners of the college. Most of my friendz received a clean chit saying all clear but some did not make it to the second year...
So it was really a mixed feeling of happiness and some sorrow... And that's the way life goes... sorrows and joys all part of life...

But I was the chosen one the reason i am saying this is coz only some students from our college did not receive the results due to some technical problem and I was the lucky chosen one...

So now as everyone around are sleeping with peace i am one of the few who cant coz the tension of result still remains....

Hoping to be deprived of the tension tomorrow, and only then can I be in PEACE.. 

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Awaiting Results....

Waiting for results, one of the toughest things you face in Life. And if its an exam of Engineering God Help Us All...(Currently I am waiting for my IInd Semester Results)


Engineering Results were supposed to be declared months ago. Now as days are passing by, the tension among all the students is soaring up to highest of levels. The results may be arriving any second now. Hoping to go through to the second year of engineering...






Lets Hope For The Best ... Cant think of writing now, the tension is too much to handle..





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