Goodbye

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 13; the thirteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Goodbye a word which must be hated by the lovers, a word loved by the students,a word feared by the employees, word which appears evil monster for children. Lovers tend to curse time, students taste freedom again when the teachers bid goodbye after the last lecture. Small children begin to cry if someone bids a goodbye to them. Such are the colours of goodbye...

There are many instances in life when we knowingly say goodbye to people, things. When we leave college or some random hangout place, we say goodbye to friends knowing that we will meet them the next day or someday. But sometimes goodbye is used unknowingly or lets just say goodbye happens...HOW ?

Do you remember the last time you rubbed the thermocol piece on a rough wall and enjoyed watching the snowballs out of it. Do you remember the last time you heard a bed time story from your mom. Do you remember the last time you had food fed to you by your mothers own hand. these and many more happen to be memories, habits of our childhood. But even we wont be able to say when we unknowingly said goodbye to these sweet habits.

No one knows when we do a things like that for the last time, when we are unknowingly saying goodbye to some thing we loved. the same happens with people. So what can we do about it ? Well i say enjoy everything you do as if you are doing it for the last time. we never know when someday life says GOODBYE to us unknowingly...

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What If You Were My Valentine ?

What if i could just have a peek in your heart ? what would i notice ? would i be finally able to find the simple thoughts in you and solve the complex thoughts in me.Or would i find some more complexities as of now.

What if you understood how much i care for you. would you care back or be the same. would it matter if i told you its your silence which hurts more. what if I could understand...a little of you more..

What if i could find out what you feel about me.would it hurt more than it does now without you. what if you felt the same as i do for you. what if you could find the silent meaning behind my words.

what if i wont have to find reason to give a hi and hope for an reply.what if you could understand me better. what if i could be with you. what if the words were spoken and it was you who would be my valentine...What If ?

P.S-This Topic was meant to be part of Blog-a-ton 7, but could not be...Got Late..

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Me An Idiot For You - (Blog-a-ton 6)

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Bang ! Closed the door behind me. the sound echoed for a moment and then came the long stretched silence,with only the clock making its presence aware showed 23:30.  I could not move, stuck to the same place as a statue..trying to find a way to move i started looking in my room, an inspiration from somewhere maybe could have helped me, but that was not case. my eyes located a brand new diary lying on the table it said year 2010...and i recalled it was 1st jan 2010.finally after staring at it for unknown moments i decided to write down the argument i just had with the family.usually i found writing the best way to put away the frustration.

While walking towards the table I started thinking when was the last time the same thing

happened with me and it occurred that it was just a few days back so this thing was working for only a few days. what was the use of it then i wondered it was just useless. i was sure the diary for the year 2009  was filled with similar moments hundreds of them so this was heading nowhere. i could not take this anymore. "you are useless, you don't deserve to stay in this house,and who is going to accept you like this outside, its better you end up your life. i would be glad if you do that" the words by my dad still hurting and what was my mistake, who was going to explain them that i was trying more than my best to cope up with the science field i had taken. i even tried to explain then i was better in other fields after i had failed my HSC last year. But now i could not take it anymore..I followed it up to find no other way Out...

The next day his dad was standing at a corner with the new diary just then a tear rolled up his cheek and fell on the new scribbled page...it said Sorry DAD MOM, you left me with no other choice i decide to 'END MY LIFE...'   

Hope Parents do understand that children do try their best too during their exams everyone cannot top every other field...let them follow and excel in what they like...

FOLLOW YOUR HEART PLEASE ANYHOW...AND ENDING YOUR LIFE IS NOT THE WAY FOR SURE...LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE YOUR OWN WAY...

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_NiCkHil

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101 Ways to Make Your New Year Happy (P.S- Its Not Fake)

Happy New Year 20 10

  

     I know its bit late to wish you a New Year as we head into the 2nd week of the new year...but anyhow i believe its never late to wish so [:P] HAPPY NEW YEAR...

     As for the New Year I have changed my blog title from 'LIFE & ME' to 'THE SILENT WORDS'. its long time that i have been trying to search for a title and finally i found one; mind you, did not stole it..the title just happened to hit me refer strike me. But i am sure this not the title that would last  for long... coz am sure the search for the title is still on in my mind it just took a  last seat for some time now..and wait for the new template as well trying to search out the web for it... found a few lets see what comes on good.  Enough of my talk enjoy the New Year...

   ...And Be Sure To Follow The Above Instructions To Make A Better 2010...


And Ya about the 101 ways...well follow your heart and you will find more than that..

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All in a Day's Work

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 5; the fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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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