tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117026762011-11-09T05:00:42.405-08:00From the pen of Navpreet Amole. Short Stories, random thoughts, random moments. These are my own writings in various mind sets and on diverse aspects. A place where criticism doesn’t have any value. This is a habitat of a free mind in a capitalistic biosphere. And I am an observer 'Where will evolution take me'? Navpreet A.Nav Amolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07852151170668464776noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11702676.post-14132250770799977292008-05-31T22:20:00.001-07:002008-05-31T22:20:47.682-07:00

1. A M R I T S A R- Vajje Vaala, 2. X I N I N G- "Aslaam Walekum", 3. Y U S H U- Thrangu Gomba, 4. T I B E T- MungXung- The head of the family, 5. M A D U R A I- Nagaraj, 6. T I B E T - JEYKUNDO, 7. Youth of MungXung, 8. A M R I T S A R- Mazdoor, 9. BTW Mag, 10. Sehbi, 11. Ram Ji, 12. Ex(h)uberence!, 13. GOL Maal, 14. Cigar and smile, 15. Tara Jala

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Far away in a galaxy, many light years away a green man enters the church of orange people. It was a pretty odd thing for the orange people. They all were told to love all and everyone is equal, where colour is no different as the soul has no colour. But the green man just wouldn’t be a very nice thing among the orange people so all of them looked from the sides of their eyes at their orange

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Just A Puff, Or Beautiful Simplicity. Originally uploaded by Jean Albus. Under the blue skies if I am alone, I do keep this in my mind that you are with me. On this earth with no promise, if I stand still, I do feel in my heart that if ever I call, you will come to me.I know in these crazy clouds if I ever need an answer I will think of you and your thoughts will come to me, and I will

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P3130934 Originally uploaded by Nav A.. My name is manu sharma, i killed jessica lal 10 years ago.. you know it .. you saw it on tv.. or must have heard it from those 100S of people sitting in that club in front of whom i shot her on point blank. I love democracy. it gives you rights and responsibilities. But the best part is that it gives you the option to BUY the law aswell. And i

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key dice Originally uploaded by ananthy. Whenever my dad said that one has to play with ones own cards, which he said very often, i instatnly thougt that we all must be getting the same cards, why would the creator be partial. Looking at people in grand cars with bad tempers, and joyful poor vegetable sellers was a very nice justification to my simple conclusions.Cuba argued with me,

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Looking back to learn... Originally uploaded by Arpana. and the mind would know that 'There is the limit' and someone in the mind would ask...'why go there'and everybody would cry out loud 'what is it'and youd think 'behind me is where they are calling me'But you hear him always. Always towards the limit. the values Just reaching there towards the reality's limit... as the interval is the

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She stood on the side of the ocean. Looking into it and tried to see her lost days, see her small hands holding her dolls. She looked at the waves coming towards her and disappearing into the sand before touching her toes, reminding her of her own wild mind, thinking of a million things and forgetting them before she could figure anything out of them. The crimson sun far away looked down at the

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The shelves were lighted up with bulbs all over the roof, polished wooden slabs and all non fiction titles classified together on the author’s name. I stood there and read the names of the books and Cathy, whom I went out with for the first date, looked outside the window while she played with my hair. She had done that three times since morning. I guess it was her habit. I didn’t mind it so I

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Bang! He didn't have to think. Putting all the strength he had in his right leg he leaped forward. The timing was perfect to gain the balance and pull the left leg ahead. He stared down but didn’t see anything because all his mind was focused at something important. There was no need to see. Three years of early morning three hour and evening two hour practice had made his body so used to the

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She looked at the road outside. Dark, still and patient. It lied there without caring who was passing. Knowing no direction, it did not care guide the travellers if they were going in the wrong or right direction... since it was their own choice maybe. She saw people walking in different directions, with different speeds, different moods and different thaughts running in their minds. She saw the

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Originally uploaded by aarthyr. Rachel walked slowly in the door of the shop which read 'Montgomery Trading Co. Est. 1958' in red. Next to the door was a window with a few shelves and frames for eye opticals on them. Dusty and faded with the sunlight, the frames on the shelf gave the wrinkles to the old optician shop. She opened the door and stood there to be greeted. Where is the shopkeeper? she

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click!Originally uploaded by aarthyr. He stared at me while I was focusing him on my camera. On a footpath, with white bandage on his left arm, and no finger longer than the knuckle except the thumb, he sat quietly. Click! His dark skin was dry and he had blisters on his neck and perhaps on his chest as well, he wore a grey robe. Click!. He smiled finally when he realized that I just captured

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HaathOriginally uploaded by amoleji. This was not clicked by a camera. The background is not a dark room, rather a bright sunny day. The two right hands, hide a lot and reveal alot.Age, Sex, Gender, Race one cannot guess so easily.Past, Future and present, you never know. Any palmists here?

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Life, Love and death. The three great things in existence. Life has already happened. Death is going to happen, it is a certainty. In a way, it has already happened with birth: you have already taken one step into the grave at the birth. The day you are born, half of the journey is complete; the remaining half will take a little time, or a little more. With life, death has also penetrated you.

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. The monk said “He was born when the clouds were coming from the east to old mountains and Saturn’s orbital tangent was parallel to the wind. You should keep a black dog for your new born son’s good health” thus the Janhint’s bought Jenji, black Labrador for Tsengu’s first birthday.For the last six years Tsengu Janhint had been coughing. One could hear him breathing, since the spasm in his chest

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MEOriginally uploaded by amoleji. This is just the beggining the best is yet to come.... to Omar:- inshalla? (Omar says put an H in the end so..) Inshallah. (ok omar?) (Omar didnt reply)Find the links to the postings on the right.I am at work right now, in a training room. Have no idea what this guy is saying. Obviously i am not paying attention.And now i am thinking, Is blogging a tool to

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“Thank you for calling incredible deals. How can I help you?”"Oh, are you a real person or a … Mmm.. computer voice?”“No Madam, I am a real person and you are speaking to the Incredible deals, how can I assist you?”“Well, I want to get this free phone, that is in this advertisement.”“And what add you are referring to madam?”“Mmm…. Wait a sec.. this is a flyer, it is red in color and the phone is

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Toy Train, ShimlaOriginally uploaded by . The tall pine trees probably saw the sky more clearly that I could have ever imagined. The needle leaves were so dense that they looked like a cloud of greenness drawn on a green canvas of moss growing on the barks. The goats passed me by with the old lady dressed in all the colors I had seen on the rainbow. Wrinkles on the face hid the smile she wore

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I was walking down the platform with the phone on my ear. I heard her heels hitting the ground parallel to my shoes. The moment I looked at her she took her eyes off me.The glimpse.You bring your eyes to a face and you see that the eyes on that face just move the instantaneous stare you were getting from them. Sometimes in this situation I feel bad for the being late for that little fraction of

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"Pitanjali, Pitanjali", she said loudly to the old shopkeeper who was looking at her through his centimeter thick glasses. He had his nose lifted up to squeeze his eyes small so that he could look at her clearly. Not thinking that he needed to hear her better."Ok Ok", he said and slowly turned to the piles of the books. He wanted to look like he knew what he was doing. He could have been better a

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I waited for this weekend since feb, a month from today. Three days off.staright. starting off on a friday.Its almost monday morning now... and the weekend has gone. It is past now.. and I am still the same... i can wait for it again and it will never come. But a few breaths before it was to...Yet I am still the same...Maybe a part of me has already started waiting for the next one.I guess i will

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