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Thursday, May 19, 2011. I choose to live, not just exist. These famous words by James Hetfield, has remarkable significance in my life at this point. More so than ever before. Recent spate of events had me discuss about life and all the choices that it offers. How it is upon us to choose to live and not just exist. And with the PL going on, it was obvious for me to make a blog update about it. Will it upset my loved ones? Will I be able to keep everyone happy? This is where our choices.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation. Saturday, February 20, 2010. I stared at the array of letters and numbers in front of me. Yes, I am a software tester. After a rigourous 4 year programme popularly known as Engineering- I have finally secured a job with a dream company. I hate to boast but I am pretty good at my job. I never faced any problem as far as my job was concerned. But that day was different. Now where did this question come from? Thats when I shut my alarm and got up.
India is my country and all its cuisines are like my brothers and sisters. The root cause of sadness. But I managed to score a pretty good score. I was irritated and sad with that situation. So, expectations let to irritation and sadness right? But one needs a great will power to follow.
Saturday, February 2, 2013. It stays calm at least, not quivering in the fear of uncertainty. Controlling this fear, is not inherent of her, rather indifference has played its part in contributing to the calmness. Or just a tired sense of acceptance? Sunday, July 29, 2012. Sunday, June 10, 2012. He said it all in one line. is apparently still not a good enough reason to expect that your feelings will be always respected. Tuesday, May 31, 2011.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015. The Break of a new dawn. He looked at her with eager eyes. Think about the number of times you resort to it to connect with yourself? A per.
Losing more than just my soul. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Thursday, August 11, 2011. He had far too many brushes with death to beleive that he had any control over his destiny. The only thing he could change was his present and he intended to do just that. Friday, October 16, 2009.
Monday, October 24, 2011. There are certain things you come across in life which leave you with nothing but a stunned mind and silence. Is one of these things. Gitanjali was a young girl diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of 14. She was a simple girl, from a simple family. She fought this humiliating disease for 2 years, until finally succumbing to it a few days after her 16th birthday. Afraid to shed their burden.
Sunday, July 18, 2010. I looked down at my shoes, silently listening to the gravel crunch beneath my feet, as I walked towards school. Ah, the gravel! By mid-day, I gave in. I answered a question in Mrs. Yeah- me, well, I had nothing. Tuesday, June 15, 2010.
Sunday, July 24, 2011. You stand at the line with the rest. The stance which is almost perfect. In your mind you know this is no test. All fingers on ground, knee bent down. You know this is what you do best. You know how this works,. On the count of 3 you run. Not when you put feelings into it. When the gun shot fires. Looking no where but the finish line. To get the start lead your heart aspires.
Creating the single most racist depiction of a black female character.
Here is a small preview of a floral postcard set. Peonies, Anemones, Tulips, oh my! Posted by A Lost Feather. Thinking of filling my Etsy Shop. Posted by A Lost Feather. Posted by A Lost Feather.
Tales of a lost Frog from Paris. The novel that inspired Slumdog Millionnaire movie. Last Movie at the cinema. Blogs I like to visit. Things are happening for a reason. A LIFE IN THE DAY OF. Chan poot tai mai bpen.
Cualquier cosa que te propongas es imposible. Martes, 17 de junio de 2014. Un esquiador, por ser dadaísta, celebrará siempre el éxito con una sonrisa muy proactiva. Miércoles, 12 de enero de 2011. En todo el proceso, un esquiador dadaísta se pondrá muy digno y fingirá que trataba de salvarlas en el aire, apuntillándolas en el suelo cuando el otro no mira.
Where my black girls at. Where me black girls at,. Where they at, wher.