tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276215512024-03-08T02:52:20.062+05:30The Realm Of EnigmaShrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.comBlogger278125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-18155650557773321992013-06-05T23:40:00.001+05:302013-06-05T23:40:18.634+05:30Prabhu... You are my god<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My sweetest heart,<br />
I have mailed you zillions of times telling you how you make me feel. And that feeling is bliss, pure bliss... the feeling of having supreme satisfaction with no desires at all when you are with me. Prabhu, I love you a lot. I love you so much that words can never express and my actions will always fall short of depicting what you make me feel for you.<br />
You are a great human being. I have met very few people in my life who are as great, compassionate and lovely like you. You hold so much love and care, within yourself for everyone that I am astonished to the core. You have a very big heart which can give so much without expecting anything in return. I wish you could see from my eyes, the joy you spread to the people around you. Everyone around you craves to have a portion of your time, because you are simply so superb.... funny, witty, extremely respectful, full of love and care, and not at all sarcastic and very intelligent too... Wow, i dont think anyone i now can compare to you darling. You are the biggest gift that I could ever imagine of getting. <br />
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I love the closeness you share with your family... Wow, its amazing ! Everyone loves you there and looks up to you yaar. Wow, you are really an amazing person, and i am so lucky to know you and luclier still to have you as my better half. I am scared though yaar, that I may not be able to fit properly yaar... I feel I am so dumb, stupid and not-so-loving-caring when compared to you... and i am scared that i might hurt you for not being perfect. I know you dont feel like that, but hope you are right... i wanna do anything hat would make you happy... anything prabhu...<br />
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People say they believe in God... the supreme power which guides them, and on whom people have unquestioning faith, someone who loves people unconditionally... for me the god is you Prabhu... really you are my god, you are my everything. My life now is all yours.<br />
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I love you </div>
Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-45392040611430380322013-01-21T12:30:00.001+05:302013-01-21T12:30:38.190+05:30Checklist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish i had met you earlier<br />
With strongest of emotions, it would have been lovelier<br />
I wish the checklist was only one-liner<br />
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Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-66420473030875951052012-11-19T21:50:00.003+05:302012-11-20T17:04:52.492+05:30An unposted letter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi,<br />
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Its been so long since we talked. I so very much hope you are doing well. I wish i could express the pride that i have within me, to have known you. You are a very nice and great person. I guess your Ph.D. must be on the verge of completion (or must be past the thesis submission process). I so very badly wish that you get Post Doctoral Fellowship wherever your heart desires, cuz you deserve it.<br />
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I am really sorry for the following paragraphs, its the outburst of repressed feelings that i am currently feeling. Thank god that this blog is private, and this letter would never make it to you. <br />
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I am so sorry. I wish broken hearts could be mended. I've been so cruel to you. Your words, your dreams keep crashing on my mind. Our future together that you have been dreaming for, right since past 3 years... god... the time is now, when those dreams should have come true, had i not mercilessly stomped on them. I feel guilty time-heart-libra... very guilty. The reason is, now i feel its all my fault. That you were so very much, so madly, deeply and too much in love with me, and i did not understand it. Did not value it. Took everything that you said and done in a negative fashion. I am so sorry. I somewhat feel your pain, cuz now i can understand it completely, cuz now i am in love too. Why was I not like this with you. You always did so much for me. Why was i never able to love you the way you loved me. I am so bad. I've always hurt you so badly, always, and blamed you saying that you are so possessive. Never understood that you just wanted me to think that you were the only one special, like you made me feel. You always made me feel so special, the look... was so enough... I am unable tro forget that... I guess i never gave you that... i am soooo sorry... This time must be so difficult, for me it is. It is the time, when ours lives would have taken a new course and would have been one. </blockquote>
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All those memories, I dont know why, keep coming... all the places, your loving words, your crazy facial expressions, all of your shayari, the deep-mad-love in your eyes, your increasing desire to be with me... Me being in Pune is making it all the more difficult. The future we thought we would have, I am unable to forget. The telugu songs whose meanings you explained to me (am unale to listen), the hindi songs that i explained to you, your voice while you sang them... all of your gifts (am unable to keep, nor return, nor discard)... Our laya (daughter's name, can never hear this word again, makes me all weepy), oh god... I wish my mind erases everything related to you, but i somehow i dont want to lose those memories. they are so beautiful. I guess if this phase passes, it will all be alright. I very badly want you to never ever forgive me. I did so wrong to you. I dont think anyone would have fought to bring me back into their lives, the way you did. the way you left everything, wearing "that" kurta (inspite of the fact that you hate kurtas)... how were you able to do that yaar? I am unable to forget your words pleading me to come back. The look in your eyes pleading me so badly to be back as if you are dying, those tears... What should i do... please tell me....</blockquote>
If this time of our lives, is affecting me this much, am worried how much it would be affecting you. I so very badly hope that it is not affecting you yaar. Its the most important phase of your life.<br />
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I am so sorry.... i wish you do extremely well in your life. You are sooo very talented. I am gonna be a part of some social work. Do you remember, we used to discuss that we will go to your village, and motivate the little kids for pursuing education, giving your example? i wish i can acheive that here... I went to a ngo recently... there was a kid named Krishna tooo... I wish one day he becomes as great as you. May god bless you both.<br />
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With best wishes,<br />
A well wisher</div>
Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-19822022340027848942012-11-18T19:33:00.000+05:302012-11-18T19:34:16.241+05:30Lace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My unconditional love for you, is my only solace...<br />
As your loving heart can only replace...<br />
the guilt of mercilessly pushing a loving heart into a fireplace...<br />
otherwise a noose round my neck offers to be an attractive necklace...</div>
Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-4981373016759649292012-11-18T19:08:00.001+05:302012-11-18T19:16:00.348+05:30Nine...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the number of months taken for a new beautiful life to blossom<br />
the exact number of months, since i killed life in myself, leaving you lonesome....<br />
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They say I write good...<br />
How can I if you were not there to inspire? </div>Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-34745592673519625812012-04-21T14:45:00.001+05:302012-04-21T14:45:38.242+05:30Sonali Bendre<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
.... reminds me so much of you<br />
am i still holding past things and turning blue?<br />
why cant i let go and be free like i earlier flew?</div>Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-48114821446016346402012-04-18T21:43:00.000+05:302012-04-18T21:44:23.899+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRONnFQpvqfNw_YSkGiJL0nJLw96I242Ie0dpQhJ_53W5tkdeD364Xy744qSO2G-Uls8KOcBTbBQe7FSz8GZZMaLravEfjx73JTgrIVckhw_xhoWgzAFs-RzfMCJ5GNzhhdtOymw/s1600/Sad-Girl-l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRONnFQpvqfNw_YSkGiJL0nJLw96I242Ie0dpQhJ_53W5tkdeD364Xy744qSO2G-Uls8KOcBTbBQe7FSz8GZZMaLravEfjx73JTgrIVckhw_xhoWgzAFs-RzfMCJ5GNzhhdtOymw/s320/Sad-Girl-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732774824268636242" /></a>Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-86890572379882907372012-04-18T20:59:00.001+05:302012-04-18T21:00:44.633+05:30TrainDard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaate hai<br />Beete lamhein humein jab bhi yaad aate hai<br /><br />Chand lamhaat ke vaaste hi sahi<br />Mushkura kar mili thi mujhe zindagi<br /><br />Teri aagosh din the mere kate<br />Teri baaahon mein thi mere raatien kati<br /><br />Aaj bhi jab woh pal mujhko yaad aate hain<br />Dil se saare gumo ko bhoola jate hai<br />Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaate hai<br />Beete lamhein humein jab bhi yaad aate hai<br /><br />Mere kandhein mein sar ko Jukana Tera<br />Mere sene mein khud ko chupana teraa<br /><br />Aake mere panaho mein shaam-o-seher<br />Kanch ki trah woh tut jana tera<br /><br />Aaj bhi jab woh manzar nazar aate hai<br />Dil ki viraniyon ko mita jate haiShrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-50829003126491554582012-04-18T20:41:00.000+05:302012-04-18T20:43:13.458+05:30PunishmentTat comes free with tit :)Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-74653131173642265172012-03-31T22:32:00.001+05:302012-03-31T22:33:53.477+05:30Tujhe bhula diya,<br />phir kyun teri yaadon ne, mujhe rula diya?<br /><br />Teri yaadon mein likhe jo, lafz dete hain sunaayi...Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-83082693763487768912012-03-27T22:21:00.001+05:302012-03-27T22:23:22.306+05:30April28 - Happy Birthday.<br /><br />almost completed 28 years...Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-25283668956510761712012-03-20T10:10:00.001+05:302012-03-20T10:10:20.447+05:30Un-friendedShrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-41646417095188828662012-03-12T18:52:00.002+05:302012-03-12T18:53:16.821+05:30I miss youtubeShrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-22343130928199398562012-03-12T18:52:00.001+05:302012-03-12T18:52:27.646+05:30Just another flower?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmO5ZSBf91l4dq4CJ12oxsw91UQY2FUbJqRwjvMgToNJVbMHjxzG7001t3MySzI7osIdoxd3OGXsAfIbBVQF5JRAsKcyyZHYiNTlzOzTtulMdodTT5rjA0QUeoWfZMr6EM3kfw0A/s1600/Just+another.dib" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmO5ZSBf91l4dq4CJ12oxsw91UQY2FUbJqRwjvMgToNJVbMHjxzG7001t3MySzI7osIdoxd3OGXsAfIbBVQF5JRAsKcyyZHYiNTlzOzTtulMdodTT5rjA0QUeoWfZMr6EM3kfw0A/s320/Just+another.dib" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I Guess fb helps only as much as I want it to...</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Good bye !Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-45244602403786296292011-03-12T19:29:00.010+05:302011-03-12T20:25:11.292+05:30Magarpatta !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFKk6ot6epmKlJEoprGJ0iK8-KaxXJRbVZucHZFSmXfeHM0oVkpKruN6V1hGh90Yrw4oVTCDX-8dTuT67WiTzDXhm6_iBf-BphwnMK7T-98Ugm5JDay5pk3PO9qiGuN_Hy4DAtQ/s1600/magarpatta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583200749877024562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFKk6ot6epmKlJEoprGJ0iK8-KaxXJRbVZucHZFSmXfeHM0oVkpKruN6V1hGh90Yrw4oVTCDX-8dTuT67WiTzDXhm6_iBf-BphwnMK7T-98Ugm5JDay5pk3PO9qiGuN_Hy4DAtQ/s320/magarpatta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Magarpatta is very beautiful... especially at this time of the year!<br />I wish mommy and daddy can come here now.<br /><br />In the eveniong, I see such beautiful trees line the parallel ends of the roads leading to Jasmenium Apts (where I stay), while coming from Tower III (where I work). These trees are blanketed with purple flowers bunched up... mostly these bunched up flowers that are on the trees have no leaves or have very less leaves. Its a treat for my eyes everyday, to walk down to-n-back from office in such a lovely atmosphere.<br /><br />Daily Alarm wakes me up at 8:30 am, in the morning. I let procratination dominate me for 15 more minutes and then finnaly sit on my gadda (mattress). Do some exercises (a necessity for s/w engineers... I no longer am even average built... like my friends here say: "I have already walked 2 kms on the path of being hefty.. and i have the capability to run on that path). Well anyways, after that get ready, and call Sujata up for breakfast in DC (Destination center, its like c'not of Pilani... hangout place!). My sweet friend is always ready for that, and then comes heema alng with her... sometimes Sumeet and Ujwala also join. I am missing pilani (after a very long time, i am missing pilani....)<br /><br />While coming back from DC to the office, again the path is full of pretty orange+plus yellow clored small flowers having semi-curved pulple filament arching from the middle of the flowers. So pretty!!! The path all becomes orange/yellow till the flowers are swept off.<br /><br />Magarpatta is really pretty, more probably cuz my friends (at home as well at office) are AWESOME !!! Love you guys. :)Shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-46631628627262608912011-03-12T19:25:00.004+05:302011-03-12T20:16:27.644+05:30Bro !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MQa4hZz91n9LEvtyNPowZJgFF9egnwXl_N08hXILBYWeoue0JlNS4zZhcEKm_vGQscQtgME4a2NDodBiZLy_-Tyy3alAAZQE9u6OMH8R4QMOt8_ujKGttdr4Ojkc9bSEdYGz2g/s1600/73433_139710596078333_100001181810012_202304_825689_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MQa4hZz91n9LEvtyNPowZJgFF9egnwXl_N08hXILBYWeoue0JlNS4zZhcEKm_vGQscQtgME4a2NDodBiZLy_-Tyy3alAAZQE9u6OMH8R4QMOt8_ujKGttdr4Ojkc9bSEdYGz2g/s320/73433_139710596078333_100001181810012_202304_825689_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583192614245551970" /></a><br />Hi Chantee<br /><br />I miss you bro :)...<br />You are becoming smart and growing big. :)<br />Feels really proud to be your sis.<br />When I see ppl say that you are sweet, i love it !!! :)<br />May everyone be as lucky as me, to have a bro like you ...<br />May you always be happy... <br /><br />Keep rocking.<br /><br />Lots of love<br />ShrutiShrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04415670928346841165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27621551.post-84997261244710288782010-12-08T20:06:00.004+05:302010-12-08T20:12:19.830+05:30What hurts the most....Ttriiiing triiing<br />B: Hello<br />G: Hiiiiii!<br />B: Hmm...<br />G: Are you busy?<br />B: Yeah.. later<br />G: Okay, bye!<br /><strong>line cut</strong><br /><br />After 9 hrs....<br />Ttriiiing triiing<br />B: Hello<br />G: Hiiiiii!<br />B: Hmm...<br />G: Are you busy?<br />B: Yeah.. am playing TT... later<br />G: When will you be free? 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