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Sometimes we dream of being like someone. Someone from the family, some actors, some sportsman, political figures, historical legends, some colleague, peer............ anyone.Why?We lack in some qualities. We see those qualities in others. We dream of being like them.We try to be like them. But we forget to draw a clear line between viewing role model only for the quality we like and viewing him

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Writing after a gap of several months....Went through some serious argument about existence of God and its meaning. Here's the thing (plain words: person 1, Bold Italics: person 2)Whenever we face problems, we come out of it and we feel we did it with our own efforts because we cannot see God helping us.Because it is actually we who are coming out. Nobody is helping us. So it doesn't mean he is

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Hey…hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm sorry Hi,Don`t know what to address you with friend, dear, darling, sweety…I know that you are good, fine and healthy (you showed your health certificate recently). I am also good but could have been better. Some heart problem has started. Ok you forget it.Embarrassed to hear that you are getting married to an exported Indian (now in US) guy. But still Indiais GREATTT!!!.You

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Ok! So I have decided to dirty my hands with mainframes. Its because I have some spare time to work with something new. And the interface for mainframe looks kewl. You feel in control, the feeling you get with old unix machines unlike the hanky panky (and ridiculous) windows!!I am no genius in mainframes. So what I will try to do is, collect information from internet, books, people and will dump

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"Karthik, dinner's ready." My mom called out while I was listening to My Sacrifice by Creed on Radio City. She came near and in a low voice said, "I told your dad about it." I felt like a 10,000 volt stupor hit me! "What?" I was flabbergasted, "Ma, I wanted to tell him myself. I had it all planned out. You've just...god! You women kind can never keep secrets, can you? Ok, what did he say?" I

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A phony poseur that has been made only to mock India for the viewing pleasure of the First World!!The emperor's new clothes! That's "Slumdog Millionaire" for you… Five minutes into this celebrated patchwork of illogical clichés and you are struck by the jarring dialogues. The cumbersome delivery in a language which doesn't come naturally to most of the actors sounds like someone scratching on

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Source: Unknown" When you get what you want in your struggle for selfAnd the world makes you king for a day,Just go to the mirror and look at yourselfAnd see what that man has to say.For it isn’t your father or mother or wifeWhose judgment upon you must pass.The fellow whose verdict counts most in your lifeIs the one staring back from the glass.You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plumAnd

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Consider this: every time a last thought is repeated, a story comes to an end. People need clarity, and that is what stories are for. Our own lives are complicated---nothing is ever resolved and nothing is ever over. But stories end, so they can be pure. The joy is pure and the suffering is pure and even the questions that can't be answered are precise and clear.A lost dog has finally found his

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Ode to the Nice Guys(This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal) This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to

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The link to download internet (i.e. the complete world wide web)download internet

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Hey Guys,I will recommend that this article must be read at least ones. Come on take out 2 mins and read it. What not to do when you are desperate about having a girl friend !! My target readers If you are a guy, age >=22 and still single....welcome to the club. Read this very seriously. If you are a guy, not single then reading this is not worth your time. If you are a girl there is nothing

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Customer Service Representative: Can you install Love ? Customer: I can do that. I'm not very technical, but I think I am ready to install. What do I do first? CS Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma'am? Customer: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running? CS Rep: What programs are running ma'am?

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Like those shining corners of the lift, I and life reflect back only half the face... rest is forever hidden... have a nice day...Like those air conditioners in my room... which are silent, small, nice and cool from inside, but once we see the on the other side of the tower we come to know how big, hot, noisy, windy the thing is... life if touched from a distance is soothing but once you get

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"Do you believe in god?", She asked.He was taken aback. He never gave a thought on that. Ever.He was made to believe in god. No "made to" is not correct. He was never forced. It was always around. He grew with it. He grew seeing his grandma doing all the fasting sincerely, even when she suffered from severe diabetes and missing a single meal meant a lot for her old used up body. He grew seeing

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Jonathan Mann is my close friend. And we came even closer after that day at Fishire annual fish games. Jonathan Mann was digesting his lunch over a pot of coffee overlooking a group of young fishes all looking bumps-a-daisies. The group consisted of a hogfish, a fusilier, a perch, a trevally and a cod, all surrounding an archerfish discussing some hot topic. He seated himself more

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1) F1 car is made up of 80,000 components, if it were assembled 99.9% correctly; it would still start the race with 80 things wrong! 2) When an F1 driver hits the brakes on his car he experiences retardation or deceleration comparable to a regular car driving through a BRICK wall at 300kmph!3) F1 car can go from 0 to 160 kph AND back to 0 in FOUR seconds!4) F1 car engines last only for about 2

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When I born, I blackWhen I grow up, I blackWhen I go in Sun, I blackWhen I scared, I blackWhen I sick, I blackAnd when I die, I still blackAnd you white fellowWhen you born, you pinkWhen you grow up, you whiteWhen you go in sun, you redWhen you cold, you blue When you scared, you yellowWhen you sick, you greenAnd when you die, you grayAnd you calling me 'COLORED'

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A“I used to cry,Now I hold my head up highand you see me,somebody new.I’m not that chained up little personstill in love with you.”B“Cos I’m strong enoughTo live without you.Strong enough and I quit crying,Long enough now I’m strong enough,To know you gotta go.”C“Think I can make it now, the pain is goneAll of the bad feelings have disappeared.Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for.It’s gonna

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# Balakrishna doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.# There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Balakrishna has allowed to live.# Outer space exists because it's afraid to be on the same planet with Balakrishna.# Balakrishna does not sleep. He waits.# Balakrishna counted to infinity - twice.# When Balakrishna does a pushup, he isn’t lifting

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research life. (courtesy : bhondoo) After the meeting with advisor: Debugging your own code: Attending a lecture: Attending a talk suggested by your advisor: Experiment succeeds: Advisor on leave: Semester ends: Paper accepted: Experiment fails: Why did I choose this advisor?: Before exam: Failure in comprehensive exam: Paper rejected:

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When I ask you to listen to me And you start giving me advice,Or jump to a conclusion, You have not done what I asked.You are trampling on my feelings.When I ask you to listen to me And you feel you have to do somethingTo solve my problem, Strange as that may seem,But that's not what I asked for. Listen! all I ask is that you listen. Don't talk or do - just hear me.

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Once upon a time in a small room of a vast city bangalore, there lived two fellows : satti and niksi. Both used to be so so intelligent because of the following reasons: 1) both were master of technology (biiiig deal) 2) both were in IBM (d biiiiiiiiiiiig blue) 3) best of all, both were boys (boys are "d" best)So, i am going to describe one small incident which happened to them last night.satti

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20 to 30 odd studious students (???) from university and idrbt, decides to go for next ipl match between mumbai indians and deccan chargers (sachin's effect) at uppal stadium.they all decide to meet directly inside the stadium once the match starts. (the thought is the result of the confidence they all gained by having mobile phones.) Niksi means to say that all thought that once inside the

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An old story:The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays thesummer away.Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.Indian Version of the same story:The Ant works hard in the withering heat all

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Dating process:6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.6 months : Of course I love U.6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?Back from Work:6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.6 months : BACK!!6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??Gifts:6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room.6

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And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power of heart.Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity of all occur to test

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Once upon a time, niksi fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness and all those sort of things. There was much rejoicing. And then, shut! Over. Gone. Dead. Completely cut off. Disconnected. The taste still fresh in his mouth. The smell still on his skin. The feeling left in his fingertips. But niksi can't get that feeling back. He may spend his entire life trying to get

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When you are lost in the wild,and you are as a child,and death looks you bang in the eye,and you are sore as a boil,it is according to hoyle,to cock your revolver and die.But code of a MAN says - to fight all you can.And self dissolution is barred.In hunger and woe, oh, its damn easy to blow,Its the hell served for breakfast that's hard.you are the dick of the game,"Well, now, that's a shame"you

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I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the girl whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; her brown eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This

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04-04-08 6.30 AM (bed) : good moroooning niksi... morning is always good ra... ye ye.. daddy coming today, daddy coming today... i will run away early from the office today... ye ye (plan A - early runaway from office to home dad.. ye ye ye) 9.10 AM (idrbt) : ************** orkut :) orkut fortune : There is a "pleasant" surprise in store for you... daddy would had brought

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A time came in his life when finally niksi got it. When in the midst of all his fears and insanity he stopped dead in his tracks and somewhere the voice inside his head cried out - ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, his sobs begun to subside, he shuddered once or twice, he blinked back his tears and through a

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To Prove : The foot is above the head. (See figure)Proof :Corollary 1 : The given statement is quoted by Saidullu. Any statement quoted by Saidullu is true irrespective of the logic. Hence given statement is true.Corollary 2 : If we draw a line from head to foot, and another straight line from head towards leg(See figure). We find a angle between the two lines. We conclude that boot is

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"Kandi",with a small wooden sword in his hand, was jumping from top of the tree to balcony of our house, from there to thegarden in the front and again from there back to the top of the tree - behaving like a mad baboon.Ye dekh ke mera to bheja fir gaya . We call kandi "Nutloose Maharaj". Nutloose means, all the nuts and bolts of the head fallingloose, and in such a way that no screwdriver,

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"Why me ?? ", niksi asks god in the night..."Why me?? ", God repeated with a smile. "The question asked by the soldier as the enemy bullets whistle around him, by the harmless homeowner as the homicidal maniac steps through the kitchen door hunting knife in hand, by the woman who has given birth to a dead baby, by the prophet who has just had a revelation of the word of god, by the artist who

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so.. all the three of us were running and got out of the sight of ticket checker..next problem was, we were hungry... and it was still half an hour to the show.....pavan : lets eat raa !!niksi : lets go back there!! ( pavan and niksi were in a canteen an hour before)pavan : gundu gadu.. its far away...niksi : kya far away.. yahan se patthar fekte to us canteen pe girta.... ooooops.. i mean if we

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one cool evening in idrbt i was sitting doing nothing and brain (!) storming about wat i will do after going home.... my options were1) sit in the library waiting for.. he he (but my luck here is not so good.. kabhi kabhar chal jaata)2) play sparkle.... (not good.. pura din wahi to kiya.. fir se kya khelna)3) read a book... (not having any good book on hand right now worth reading)4) see tv (

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And finally i asked "why?""Ah why. you want the whole story?All right, i'll tell you." he settled back."No big deal here. I was in love and now i am not.She doesn't pay attention and i don't know where she is and, "His voice rose slightly, "I don't care where she is. She walked out of life one night and now am trying to put myself through college so i will be self sufficient before i take the

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GOD MADE ME LEARN THIS:FEEL; FEEL; FEEL FOR SOMEONE; FEEL TILL YOUR HEART STOPS AND THE BRAIN REELS AND YOU THINK YOU WILL GO MAD. THEN POUR THE SOUL OUT AT THE FEET OF THAT PERSON AND THEN WILL COME POWER, GREAT STRENGTH, IMMENSE COURAGE, INFINITE LOVE AND INDOMITABLE ENERGY.

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the only reality in my life and conciousness was her. all my mental powers were now turned to keep her within my reach, and keep her smiling all the time, neither of which was at all easy. i would willingly have kept at her side all the time, as a sort of parasite; but in that it was not easy. i was always racked with the thought that the boys were keeping an eye on me and were commenting behind

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aaj holi rene ka.. bole to happy holi to everyone.. subah as usual utha.. had muh tinkle (ya am reading one tinkle every morning since last so many days) i feel refreshing.. abhi kya karna aisa sochna.. chutti nahi tha re.. mujhe yaad aaya sir bol ke gaye the.. niksi : hello, good afternoon sir.sir : ya, good afternoon.niksi : ..........sir : .........sir : helloniksi : yes sirsir : hmm, tell me.

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My roots : i am confused. Why? Is the answer i am still searching for. Do i really need you? or is it the search for the unknown. i want to speak out, but to someone who could make a difference. can i see you somewhere? than why is it that i see you everywhere. the feeling of being with you is still alive in me. i'm almost a martyr of love. i don't see a future that belongs to us

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i can feel it.. kya pata.. Crawling in my skinThese wounds they will not healFear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceComsuming, confusing This lack of self-control I fear is never-endingControlling, I can't seem...To find myself again My walls are closing inI've felt this way beforeSo insecure...Crawling in my skin These wounds they will

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HazaaroN KHwahishaiN ‘eisee ke har KHwahish pe dam niklebohot nikle mere armaaN lekin fir bhee kam niklenikalna KHuld se aadam ka sunte aayaiN haiN lekinbohot be_aabru hokar tere kooche se ham niklemagar likhwaaye koee usko KHat, to hamse likhawaayehuee subah aur ghar se kaan par rakhkar qalam niklemohabbat meiN naheeN hai farq jeene aur marne kaausee ko dekh kar jeete haiN jis kaafir pe dam

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My intention is to do it thoroughly, since time is not a problem. You can give any advice and suggestion. They are always welcome.  This will be specifically useful to me since i am new to preparation. The idea is that finally i would be able to have an example in front of you, so that anyone in the future can pick up and implement the bits of information that i have here. I know, this is quite a

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what the hell is it going on in pakistan? what is the fault of poor people? why are they being killed because of this politicians? will this bring peace in pakistan?

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W32.USBWorm spreads through USB drives. Prevents user from using Firefox, shows message which reads, "I DNT HATE MOZILLA BUT USE IE OR ELSE..." The message header reads, "USE INTERNET EXPLORER YOU DOPE." Firefox is then closed by force. Also blocks "Orkut" and "YouTube" sites.SolutionsFormat the usb drive first (your data may loose) which carries the virusUpdate : No need to frmat the USB Pen

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"qatl ka mere kiya hai 'ahad to baarewaah ! akhar 'ahad ustuwaar naheen hai"it means that she made a promise to kill.. but atthe end, there is no firmness or determination inher promise..

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tera yakin kyon maine kiya nahi, tujhse raah kyon judamujh pe yeh zindagi karti rahi sitam, tune hi di hai panahtera mera rishta puraana - 3hai kya tadap hai, hai yeh kaisi sazatu kyun mujhe aaj yaad aa gayabechain din mere, bechain raat haikya main karu kuchh batayeh mere paanv hi khud meri bediyaanuss se tu mujhe chhoodatera mera rishta purana - 4kya mujh mein hai shaks woh keh rahaaa aab main

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(A)ccepts you as you are (B)elieves in "you" (C)alls you just to say "HI" (D)oesn't give up on you (E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts) (F)orgives your mistakes (G)ives unconditionally (H)elps you (I)nvites you over (J)ust "be" with you (K)eeps you close at heart (L)oves you for who you are (M)akes a difference in your life (N)ever Judges (O)ffer support (P)icks you up (Q)

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Har khushi se dur, har gham ke karib main rehna chahta hoon, Bas ek apne aapmein, aur dusre tanhai mein main rehna chahta hoon. Na pyaar ka ehsas ho kabhi, ki ilzamon se ghir jaoon nahin,Is se pehle ki koi saza de, khud hi ko saza main dena chhta hoon. Gar koi gunah hua ho kabhi humse, shayad isliye,Mulzim kehlane se pehle, khud ko mujrim karar main karna chahta hoon. Yeh fizul ke yaarane,

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