tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73350577280281308832024-03-13T14:14:51.569-07:00abhishek sahay"cantankerous,contumacious,cussed and determined Democrat"miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-62556157950815031822011-10-14T07:49:00.000-07:002011-10-14T07:49:31.827-07:00BRO CODEThe time has come where we have focused our lives on what we want and what can stay in our lives. Why should we suffer because of some relationships that were attached to us even without seeking permission from us.Life is about making conscious choices as we speak. Hence we choose to push relatives a step behind friends.
But why did it drift, yester era said that cousins were a team and miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-1284277118349847382011-08-10T13:56:00.000-07:002011-08-10T13:56:31.765-07:00They say love finds you in its own way . I don't know if it has found me or not but yes being around you makes me feel loved.I have always believed that relationships are like an additional baggage that reduces the pace of your life. But you made me believe that running makes you miss serenade .Baggage is lighter with you maybe because you agreed to share it along. When I think about mymiracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-38528308622218302822011-06-17T03:46:00.000-07:002011-06-17T04:03:37.569-07:00Lost in there,somewhere!The biggest mistake in my life when I stop and turn backOr is it when I look back I see my biggest mistakes.
I know life is all about walking with people who chose to stay.that is how the symphony of life will play
But those finger prints have still left marks when they had gone over and over my falling hair on my forehead.It seems they have carved fate lines when they miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-19739448740179080592011-03-05T11:19:00.000-08:002011-03-05T11:39:26.157-08:00I request..You should go now!This is not the place where you should spend your night.It is dark and in this dim lamp I can just see your pale face.But I assure you that even when you leave these lamps will keep twinkling,
Don't send me presents now.The rose that you gave me still rests in my old book.Every time I open it smells of you.
Don't come in my late night thoughts that I have lying in my bed.When I miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-57067940347168970972011-02-24T23:35:00.000-08:002011-02-24T23:35:16.086-08:00why do i have so may whys ? <!--StartFragment-->
If you aren’t the horizon Then why can’t I look beyond you?If you are not the shore Why do my waves crash near you?
If you not the fireThen why do I melt with just the sense of you?If you are not the melody Then why does music goes silent without you?
Even if you don't speak to me Why do hear your voice in my head all the time?Even when you don't miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-75370085858423545992011-02-23T06:57:00.000-08:002011-02-23T06:58:46.582-08:00was she the beast and the beauty ?Promises of completing the pathway of life.He will be the man , she be the wife.
He was a writer and she in BroadwayShe said I would never walk away The lanes were not going to be brightBut I will be your brightest light.
Fate said we were not meant to be togetherAnd he thought they were made forever.Why it went all-wrong? Did they not sing the same song?
He went deaf and dumb which made hermiracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-37011248073322073022011-02-20T15:57:00.000-08:002011-02-20T16:02:23.107-08:00Doing the right thing!!This time when I go from Delhi I will be gone for good.I have always been loved here like truly belong here but yes i was an outsider, who came here and got a lot of love from lots of people.They made me important because they thought i am a good person,which was over hyped.
A lot of people made me important in their life and I was overwhelmed.
But that has cost dearly.I have miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-23516864903461762282011-01-06T10:37:00.000-08:002011-01-06T10:47:37.743-08:00I am sand!I was born in the struggle of two rocks.The hands that crushed me were not so soft.
So i couldn't know how it feels to be soft.
Maybe that is why i am me!
You filled me in your hand & wanted to play with me.I let you play.I loved the soft touch of your hands that smoothed me,gave me shapes and caressed the hopes of life.
Gradually you were so addicted to me you tried to capture me and closedmiracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-81256182170481292872010-12-16T10:42:00.000-08:002010-12-16T11:45:58.192-08:00Even i was in love with you!!Isn’t it obvious? Sometimes it is not!Expressing becomes more important than loving.That is what happened to them.
Silence suffocated the relationship. It rusted like anything and now it’s all over the boy. Sometimes the rust drops in public and glimpse of wounded soul shows up all red and fresh blood dripping.She was a magnet and he was a boy with complex soul.
So how did it happen? Well it was miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-55189371353064989652010-12-13T12:00:00.000-08:002010-12-13T12:00:59.785-08:00hyderabad blues.Some men are made men,some transform into men,but some never let their boy go from within!
There are hidden layers to them.
He is one such human being that appears like an onion,you peel every layer and it appears totally different from the penultimate one.one layer says he wants to be the guy who studies to make sure his parents expectations are met.The inner one says make the woman your top miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-73834337158091459542010-12-13T11:37:00.000-08:002010-12-13T11:37:45.918-08:00why am i blessed.basic ingrideints of happy life;
very supporting parents: well mine are too good to be true.they ask me what is to be done in my life
very good career: this everyone can have different parameters,sometimes being a peon also makes you happy so by that way i am about to have an MBA degree after an enginnering degre what else do i want.
good friends: well i have alwyas been confused about miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-12766253657061132702010-12-05T04:02:00.000-08:002010-12-05T04:02:14.977-08:00there lived a rude boy.I met this boy at one odd town
if not fair he was brown
he did glitter but was not gold.
always loud but was not bold.
there lived a rude boy.
he came and went
with everyone did time he spent.
they know him no one did swear,
as he was not what he did appear.
there lived a rude boy
his friends said his soul was cold
at least to peers that's what was told.
with emotions no one wanted to share
as miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-83934847264612998322010-11-10T13:19:00.000-08:002010-11-10T13:27:56.574-08:00Delhi hai meri jaan!It has been more than a week in Delhi since i have come here for my holidays. A refreshing break from typical MBA life and it felt awesome.
Four years has flown and i never realized that i am going to cherish these four years my whole life. A time when life was an over extended party,where relaxation and enjoyment was synonymous to breathing,we were careless and enthusiastic and no moment was miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-56759202334385418432010-10-18T01:36:00.001-07:002010-10-18T01:48:03.424-07:00DAWNshe was bright like sun,but sun is born to burn.she was fresh like dew,but dew lasts moments fewshe was pure like river,but river flows forever.She was one full moon,but moon goes down in life's noon she was bright blossoming lillybut lilly dies soon sillymaybe she was like open bottle wine,evaporates with sands of time.in my life,she was that beautiful sunset,which has gone & i am upset!miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-91918042510954676252010-10-16T04:43:00.000-07:002010-11-12T12:24:55.372-08:00and she did comeshe came to my memory lane,
I was again filled with pain.
I felt her movement in every grid,talking to me like she always did.as just it started to bleed.but like always she paid no heed.
she kept whirling in my mind.till the time i went all blind.she said she wants a colorful life.but with me she cant just thrive.
she wants to be left alone.I could hear my dreams moan,she still had that lovely miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-50083066301121037172010-10-11T11:34:00.000-07:002010-10-11T11:52:37.348-07:00its a grown cold night,night that is soon to die,and before its to fly i shall say a good bye!thanks for coming to seeif i am still me.you never promise to return,but thats what to learn,no promises no words.and yet it you say in codes.when i see you covering the sky peace is what it imply miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-17375917008721331702010-05-09T12:53:00.000-07:002010-08-02T07:17:10.000-07:00A-Z i learnt from my friends.A:Anna well i cant disclose what she taught me :P.ankesh is for adjustment.Aseem taught me chicken, exploitation of restaurants and mangers there.arun taught me quants and dedication.B:bhand gang taught me how to de stress yourself.C: charu taught me that even you dont like studying you can pretend its important and yah ignorance is bliss..chutiye.something that ITM produces in ample quantities miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-80528142340790146902009-12-27T12:44:00.000-08:002009-12-27T13:04:24.884-08:00outrageousi am tired of hypocritical bullshit.the so called relationships,the bond,strength of threads that we have tied around each other but actually its a cobweb to alternate reality.will this socializing ever stop.I am just exhausted looking at all this.especially when the college is getting over and everyone wants to just boast around and speak about their acquaintances they had,everyone wants to be miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-61054176967099915592009-12-20T11:42:00.000-08:002009-12-20T11:58:53.202-08:00i am trying to be back with a stir in my mind a whirl in my heart but i don't know what to write about ...i would have picked about the general knowledge questions that i had no answers to in my snap exams even after stressing so much on the general awareness booklet that i had tried mugging up last night ..but then it aint necessary...it aint important..then i thought of writing ..about sex..miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-44882387523930749892009-11-08T09:30:00.000-08:002009-11-08T11:04:39.909-08:00sahib ka salaam!This college festival i met someone,yes this momentum;she is a girl.but this is not going to be a romantic saga with melodramatic equations and complications. Its just a relationship nurtured indirectly.Why indirectly??Because after momentum i havnt even caught a glimpse of the girl.we text(modern version of pen pals)and that also when i am awake at odd times and she is half asleep(i could guess miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-71059274575593554952009-07-22T02:12:00.000-07:002009-07-22T02:30:32.415-07:00EGO;seaHe cared ,he sharedevery duty he fairedI tried,I liedeverything i use to hide. Sick ,angry he leftcall it a public theft.came a tide of ego big, swam on a different fig. Goblets of alcohol i drankstaring at booklets blank.Ripping every memory apartWhat went wrong in the memory cart. Now water in sea is so less drowning in it will be a bless.rising and falling i just feel,will this cancer just miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-6427841646100119362009-07-01T06:42:00.000-07:002009-07-01T07:00:13.699-07:00Alternate reality#1Life is fully of symmetry and man by nature has an affinity towards it.He likes to go by patterns.The your beliefs,principles,and opinions are also a part of it.But what if you have followed principles the whole life and they were over-ruled by an exception certain accident that changes the direction your life and the reaction is so vehement and vigorous that you just get carried away on this miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-85971236401517389672009-02-25T00:05:00.000-08:002009-02-25T00:31:05.112-08:00i dont know what should be the title so i thought better leave it to you sllThere are relationships that you don’t know exists yet they provide you shade in the scorching heat of noon of life. They are not necessarily tagged as a friend, brother, blood relation or any thing for that matter. You have a perception; and that carries the relationship, no matter how many fences you cultivate to keep it in a fixed dimension. It does not know any limits, it just keeps rolling miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-54110227641958239402009-02-02T11:07:00.000-08:002009-02-03T05:18:58.591-08:00A reason to alli am a drunkard,i seem lost.drunk in the oceans of grief,lost in organizing dreams.yet,from dusk to dawn,i try then yawn!i am a criminal,i have killed.crime of hiding the truth,killed the desires i had.yet,from dusk to dawni try then i yawn.i am melancholy,i have cried.melancholy for thins i have lost,cried for things i want.yet from dusk to dawn i try then i yawn.i am dark,i am tainteddark for miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335057728028130883.post-76179368335776057632008-12-26T06:21:00.001-08:002008-12-26T06:28:40.992-08:00Too happy to write and too tired to sleep miracle child!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08301494080871895860noreply@blogger.com2