Guys this is a poem penned by me so obviously not beautifully written, please read it at your own risk!

 I feel complete when you are around,

I feel complete where is there is nothing to bound

I may have done thousand sins,

but I know you will never let me through myself in any of the bins

I smile, I dance, I jump around even without you,

But have never shed a tear or laughed if it wasn't you

The day was normal when we met

Neither you, nor I felt anything

but today after years of laughter, tears, fights and promises

I feel incomplete without you!

You are my soul, my life

when I look into your eyes, my heart shines like a rock smudged knife

You may laugh at me, poke me or make fun,

but I know you cherish our bond and you will never let me run

-I wish I was complete without you!

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Many of my friends must have already read about the Tantrik and Snake in my status(es), but for those who have not here's the full story:

Today when I was lost in my plans to make a documentary on one day with a street child (I make innumerable such hypothetical plans everyday), I saw a tantrik doing some mumbo jumbo with two girls in an auto at a Delhi Red Light. Time: 9.00 AM, heavy rush hour and the guy and his pray seemed to be completely at ease.

He kept something in one of the girls' hand and read some mantras. Then he asked her some details which suddenly made her uncomfortable and she promptly asked him to leave and auto driver to move from there. In return, tantrik, afraid to loose his 'client' brought out a live 'SNAKE' and started telling her about its religious importance and when she completely freaked out, he actually started chewing the snake from its belly!!!

Now, honestly I freaked out too, even though I was at a distance I just could not make out what was it or who was it? Was he really a tantrik with black magic or super powers or just another impostor dressed up to trick people in broad daylight for their money?


Well, whomsoever it was, I really want to warn all my friends from such people. Whatever your believes might be such people are not healthy intrusion in any body's life.

I used be charmed by how traffic light inhabitants in big cities manage their lives, how they innovate or network to earn their daily food but today's innovation has amazed me. I wonder what all street dwellers across India are coming up with? In case you have seen something weird or experienced any such incidents please do leave a comment!

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The Online Dictionary defines Kleptomania as 'an obsessive impulse to steal regardless of economic need.' We all have heard about this disease, some have seen people indulging in kleptomaniac activities and some of us even practice it.

Well, to be honest I think all of us have indulged in this pleasure at least once, actually, more than once. Of course, age factor counts. I was five years old when I stole Rs 100 from my Mom's wallet for nothing. Then was 11-years-old when thoroughly enjoyed a whole day of shop lifting at a book fair in Pragati Maidan. Most of the books I picked had nothing to do with my interest or academics, yet the pleasure of stealing and not being caught was awesome! (I still have those books).

Recently, I noticed one of my colleagues picking up office stuff of negligible economic value. When I asked him about missing stuff, he simply reasoned that he took stuff home for working and was about to return them, of course he never did return .. except a water bottle.

His acts reminded me of my silly habits or say minor symptoms of the funny disease. It used to be fun - fun without any cause, without any motive, perhaps it was innocence.

So how many of you were as innocent as me in your chilhood? Share your experiences!

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Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night's stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth's adventurous paths;
freedom from the anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet's world,
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figures wait with patience and obedience for the
master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.

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I do not know how many of you will agree with me but I think we all live in a constant mode of denial. We deny that we like someone, we deny that we ever stole anything from a store, we deny that we dig our nose, we deny our jealousy and then we deny more serious matters.

We think we are are all too grown up and mature to exhibit our pain, distress, happiness, tears, joy, etc. And automatically decide to live in denial.

Many of us take years before finally giving into love, many of us never as adult accept that we are nothing without our parents, many of us never accept our failures, many of bachelors specially boys never accept that they desperatly wish to settle down and stop hunting around.

Denial is dangerous and often results in image and self respect distruction as it hinders the path heart towards what is right for us. But it is definately an inseperable part of human trait. This is what defines us and sets challenges in life to make our life worth persuing.


But like all evils this dnail alsp has a end and it comes with truth, truth that no one wants to hear but everybody stays on their toes to point it out for others.

Truth comes into our face as a friend's 'honest and healthy advice', as mean people's meanness, as parents' suggestion, as teacher's order, as boss's rebuk and sometimes even as termination letter.

But it is upto us where we wish to take a break, listen to our hearts and start accepting the truth.

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