tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31037347084590546932024-03-13T20:47:34.168-07:00ApekshaPeace ♥ Inspiration ♥ LoveApekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-28100182946133668402012-05-16T21:08:00.001-07:002012-05-16T21:20:11.984-07:00Why can't boys and girls be friends?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Family is the togetherness of people of same blood. That is how it is defined. The essence of a happy family all comes down to understanding each other. However, these days’ families just lack that essence. It is really sad to note that today, home is not just a safe place for a child anymore. This leads to kids wanting to be with their friends over family.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let’s get back to the definition of family and think about it again. Does family really mean togetherness of people of same blood? How can people of same blood group share the same kind of thinking? So, definition of family all comes down to the togetherness of people who understand each other. Blood is a just a trivial part of it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It could be a group of friends who share their matters and fears without any kind of hesitation. It could be a group of colleagues who find a coffee gossip as an important part of the work they do. It could be any kind of intimation. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">So, family is anything as long as there is an understanding.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let me get to the point, today everyone’s life has got millions of issues. The question if boys and girls can be friends is one among them.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It is true that there has always been a sexual attraction between the two opposite gender. But let’s not neglect the fact that boys and girls can have a normal relation which could either be friendship or anything else.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ever since a person was born, he or she has the right to live lives on their terms. Nobody likes to get bonded to some kind of faulty tradition that was being followed ever since the generation had begun.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let me get straight to the point, today girls and boys friendship is seen as a faulty relation. More specifically, in India. I am a victim of this issue and a situation has been dragged way too far that made me write this down. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">A few days ago, my friends and I were hanging out near my house. We weren’t doing anything in particular. We were just talking about my friend getting a new cell phone. That’s when my father saw me angrily and left that place. I didn’t know what was up with him. After I went home, I was abused and horribly treated by my family. I felt like being bonded to them forever and face a punishment for something wrong that I never did. Honestly, I hate being bonded. I wanted to live life on my terms by dedicating some time to my friends, no matter what gender theirs is but my family restrained me from doing that even though it was not wrong. So, the only thought that struck me was to kill myself because I found no way out. So, that’s what I tried to do. But then I thought that I would waste my entire life for a trivial issue and die in vain! I decided to prove my parents wrong. Not just my parents but all those people who consider boys’ and girls’ intimation wrong. It happens even in schools. Specifically, in schools. A guy borrowing a pen from a girl is considered a sin. That’s because the entire society considers it to be wrong. It specifically happens in co-education based schools. Let’s not forget that girls and boys interaction helps in personality development. I guess this </span><span style="line-height: 31px;">shouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> be this way. As this is what leads to kids wanting to be with their friends over family. They start lying because they don’t find any way to explain the parents and live a secret life. I don’t see the idea of segregation when it results in kids under development.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">A boy and a girl can be friends. It is their right. It helps them to communicate without fear that helps them in realization of their potential. I would like to see it as a crime if people don’t let two opposite sex communicate. The relation between two friends should be ever eternal.</span></span></div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-31097458299594287012012-03-10T21:03:00.002-08:002012-03-10T21:03:31.436-08:00me and Annie :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zIKDHy84KM/T1wx7EDlY1I/AAAAAAAAANs/aI1nfzdlNe8/s1600/DSCN0960%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zIKDHy84KM/T1wx7EDlY1I/AAAAAAAAANs/aI1nfzdlNe8/s320/DSCN0960%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-49659015468912196802012-02-18T05:40:00.001-08:002012-02-18T05:40:50.202-08:00I love u, Aishu !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrtpRYa9U1c/Tz-qSL_ypVI/AAAAAAAAANk/DJpU2504LdA/s1600/DSCN0670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrtpRYa9U1c/Tz-qSL_ypVI/AAAAAAAAANk/DJpU2504LdA/s320/DSCN0670.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-90691993565127130102012-02-18T05:34:00.000-08:002012-02-18T05:34:12.140-08:00Peace :) Infrared !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKjvAo1h8VA/Tz-oj3kZoEI/AAAAAAAAANc/otQ0cmXwz-4/s1600/webcam-toy-photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKjvAo1h8VA/Tz-oj3kZoEI/AAAAAAAAANc/otQ0cmXwz-4/s320/webcam-toy-photo1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-73303367939973345002012-02-18T05:22:00.001-08:002012-02-18T05:22:47.438-08:00Just the eyes (:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8jZGgnmKXY/Tz-lve5SYyI/AAAAAAAAANU/QNzlbgB26fA/s1600/snapshotk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8jZGgnmKXY/Tz-lve5SYyI/AAAAAAAAANU/QNzlbgB26fA/s320/snapshotk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-78186946007665121162012-01-22T07:33:00.000-08:002012-01-23T05:50:13.342-08:00Goodbye, Douche ( Jhansi ) =)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJqGnXm0ong/TxwtfjHYgMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RHHXB2LiU-s/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="115" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJqGnXm0ong/TxwtfjHYgMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RHHXB2LiU-s/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are now,</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are standing individually,</div><div style="text-align: center;">with our future in our hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything was happening so quickly,</div><div style="text-align: center;">So many dreams, so many plans,</div><div style="text-align: center;">everything held in our hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are going to be apart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The times that we had I'll keep like a photograph.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will remember all those things that you have exhorted.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so glad I got to know you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will always remember you and you should too.</div><div style="text-align: center;">One day, we'll look back and smile,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but right now all we can do is cry,</div><div style="text-align: center;">because it is so damn hard to say goodbye.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This happy ending is a start of all our dreams,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You will never fade away because I will hold you in my heart forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You will always have a great esteem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">however where ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for being there for me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and sailing along with me in this beautiful blue sea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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- Apeksha<br />
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</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-65790503396594204052012-01-17T07:16:00.001-08:002012-01-17T07:16:18.324-08:00I restore myself when I'm alone.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GssiLq1Q1w0/TxWQrw1-qqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TjAj2GH8nKY/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GssiLq1Q1w0/TxWQrw1-qqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TjAj2GH8nKY/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-89781271743259915102012-01-15T05:17:00.000-08:002012-01-15T05:17:53.920-08:00India - All walks of life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">India is bounded by the formidable Himalayas in the north and golden beaches of Tamil Nadu in the south. It is a home for thousands of ethnics and tribes. Modern India is now a shelter for sophisticated urban dwellers. Im proud to be an Indian</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-8818069273146949922012-01-15T05:08:00.000-08:002012-01-15T05:08:05.807-08:00I love these losers :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIjLC83sj1I/TxLPFiOof6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xGAssK1D0uk/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="115" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIjLC83sj1I/TxLPFiOof6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xGAssK1D0uk/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I never wanted to join this school but every time I look at u guys, u make feel like I'm on the top of the world.<br />
I laaaaaaaaav U bitches ;) ;* :*</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-72855626775662359532012-01-10T05:38:00.000-08:002012-01-11T21:43:41.326-08:00My transition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VrlrSzA9X8/Tww-ZBkoG2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/X73CPJ2CEmY/s1600/the_intrinsic_book_by_aleebr-d3fy2v2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VrlrSzA9X8/Tww-ZBkoG2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/X73CPJ2CEmY/s320/the_intrinsic_book_by_aleebr-d3fy2v2.png" width="247" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Embedded in the world’s most unbelievable place – India! Life </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">wasn't</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> like this before. I lived in Kuwait before I moved to India. It is a place where kings and queens live. Burning hot days and freezing cold nights. Yet, the climate never effected the people there in any way because they lived like there’s no tomorrow. Jump from bed at 8 AM and push the curtain of my window that was right opposite my bed, let the sunshine fall all over me, stagger to the bathroom, brush my teeth, make my morning tea, dash at the front door, grab the morning newspaper lying on the mat, then lie cozily on the couch and plunge into the morning news! That’s how my day used to start in Kuwait. Friends, school, home…. Everything was a family to me. I never got frustrated anywhere. Life supported me all time. There were ups and downs in my on and off life but I found them as a learning. But life wasn’t like this after I moved to India. After living for 10 years in a place where I actually belonged, it was heartbreaking when the news of moving to India struck me. I packed my suitcase with all my memories and stuffs that I won’t find in India with a lot of grief.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Leaving my friends with whom I grew up and the place that made me who I am was so frustrating that I couldn’t ever imagine. But I decided to trot with nerve wherever destiny takes me. After coming to India life wasn’t much like before. It was something really new, positively and negatively. A perfect morning which I used to have every day wasn’t just that perfect anymore. I got admitted in a school where talking to a boy would prone you to getting a huge punishment. Well, I never thought talking to a boy would be treated as a sin. I am a freethinker and my principles were absolutely against the petty drastic rules of the schools here. Gradually, I realized that the people around me also think the same. Besides, my mother was also among them. I was made to restrain myself from enjoying the bliss. There were days when I went back to bed wiping my teardrops for the millionth time. I felt like I was living a nightmare.</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">The only thing I enjoyed was the dreams I dreamt (which luckily are still the same). I was humiliated in school for just talking to a guy. Not just that, scandalous rumors about me were on a roll. I was also advised of giving up. I asked them what to give up. They stood silent. I just couldn’t get what wrong I’ve done. Every day I felt as if being crushed under a huge rock. Huge enough to make me suffer. Make me bleed. Total me. I was ready to give up. Give up and get crushed under the rock and die humiliated. But thanks to the Deccan Chronicle as it published an article which changed my life completely after giving it a read. An article about a girl who actually won over the world and proved the skeptics wrong.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> I love reading. I have always. Reading gives me an immense pleasure. I totally plunge into the characters in it and I feel like I am one among them. I had the same effect after reading the article. It made me look at the positive side of a scandal. People everywhere are so embedded in that place that they literally forget about the rest of the world and think that their principles and culture is the supreme. Well, I don’t blame them. I got this after a lot of study. Since then, I’ve changed my direction. My route. I started looking at the positive side of everything. Now when a person comes and gives me advices of not being who I am, I stand and smile, showing that I’m barely bothered about they say and kindly ask them to get back to their business. I became strong. Strong enough to face a world full of bottle neck principles. I never gave up on my dreams since then. I believed that destiny can’t get the better of me. It’s unstoppable. But I can’t just walk with it as if it’s right all time. I needed to tell my plans and ask it to cope with me. There it is! A deal! So, there is no reason to defeat it as long as you understand it.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div></div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-2720879701688057322012-01-09T06:14:00.000-08:002012-01-28T00:49:51.126-08:00What I've learnt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The ocean is so deep,<br />
Killer fishes gravely infecting me.<br />
I got driven into the twilight sleep,<br />
I could barely move, let alone flee.<br />
But I got to keep trying,<br />
because I don't want to end up crying.<br />
I wont stay on the ground,<br />
I will re-emerge.<br />
I will make sure that I'm safe and sound,<br />
because this isn't just a wish, but an urge.<br />
Well, all I need to do is say goodbye to yesterday,<br />
because I believe that the future is always going to be better than today.<br />
I know that my past will never die,<br />
but keep appearing again and again.<br />
It will always stand by,<br />
But this time I won't act lunatic, but be sane.<br />
This time, I won't back down.<br />
I will give it a hard blow and end the mayhem.<br />
because this time, it is its turn to frown,<br />
and my turn to condemn.<br />
No matter what life throws at me, I'll keep holding on.<br />
because I am not feeble but strong<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> - Apeksha</div><br />
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</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-60044135006583507302012-01-04T00:23:00.000-08:002012-01-04T00:23:31.251-08:00Lameness =P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJAEtY1E8wA/TwQLtDn-sBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d8ttlxASegs/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJAEtY1E8wA/TwQLtDn-sBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d8ttlxASegs/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My brother and I realized what we'd missed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">CHILDHOOD !</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went to our grandma's and were quite bored. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All of a sudden this lame idea struck our brains.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tarzan Vs Shrek</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">U think ?</div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-89632003001037275612012-01-02T06:21:00.000-08:002012-01-02T06:21:05.646-08:002012 =)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This year, I'm hoping that I'll be able to make the best use of my blog to reach all those unheard people in the world since I've just started using blogspot a few weeks ago and I'm totally into it :) </div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-15936871615860302712012-01-02T05:45:00.000-08:002012-01-04T00:18:15.856-08:00New Year Eve :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My lame school didn't let us celebrate even the last day of 2011 :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But my friends and I had an after- school party that totally rocked =)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think this year's gonna be as good as I've expected it to be. 2 more months to go then I cud get rid </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">of this freaking school. Then </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">COLLEGE !!!!!!!!!!!</div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-88207064060479817392012-01-02T05:39:00.000-08:002012-01-14T04:27:04.673-08:00My eccentric teacher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Education is one of the most important parts of our life. The education we receive largely depends on the teacher we have in our school. The society that we live in have all kinds of teachers. ‘Good teacher’ is one in a million. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">However, I didn’t expect a teacher like my physics teacher to appear in my scholastic life. He is the most eccentric teacher I’ve ever met. He is a middle-aged man. He has a dark skin and a moustache on his face. He is half bald. I always find his attire a bit obsolete. He has been a mean, abusive, sadistic, blasphemous, ill- mannered, grotesque person. Honestly, I love learning. However, my interest in learning has completely disappeared because of him. My most critical year turned into a complete disastrous one. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I remember the first day when I met him. I saw his scrawls on the black board and they were so tiny that I had to stand up, bend and write. He saw me standing and asked me what the problem was. I told him that I couldn’t figure out the scrawls on the board. He asked me to sit in the first bench and note it down. So, I did what he asked me to do and after I returned to my bench, he held my neck (As if he intended to strangle me) and told that I was impressive. That was when I decided that he ought to be retarded. Since then, his queer behavior was unendurable.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He speaks in a subtle language that makes my unperceptive mind even more perplexed. That is why I barely understand his lessons and just going home and reading the text again only helps me in perceiving. Then, he adds another problem to our full list of difficulties by saying that we need to explain the same lesson the next day. Eventually, our evenings were always filled with tiresome Physics homework. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Well, I thought that he was just doing it in order to bring a positive change of responsibility in us. But this reason slowly vanished as the end of my year drew near. He became even more unkind and pushier. Gradually, he started disliking my deportment as it was completely against his and it was so obvious. Occasionally, he started picking me out. As it turned into a routine, I felt that he paid over attention to me which was completely unnecessary. Slowly, every physics class turned into a disaster. At times, he acted fun loving. His capricious behavior totally got on my nerve.</span></div><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">He also intended to slap me which showed from his body language. This was the biggest reason why I skipped school occasionally. I didn’t like being punished for no good reason. I slowly found everything clumsy around me. I was not able to grasp even the simplest thing around me. I felt that I became retarded. But my parents and teacher helped me cope with this situation. They made me realize that good things always come to an end but take a rebirth and make our lives happy again. Nevertheless, monsters do exist in our wonderful world that makes us stronger.</span></div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-28501893899137879012011-12-26T05:21:00.001-08:002011-12-26T05:21:12.395-08:00My Brother ......counting the stars =P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ntxNeIgQBM/Tvh0auUdK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/8dYRArBqIGQ/s1600/DSCN0414+%25282%2529+p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ntxNeIgQBM/Tvh0auUdK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/8dYRArBqIGQ/s320/DSCN0414+%25282%2529+p.jpg" width="103" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-15463943078181342202011-12-26T05:00:00.001-08:002011-12-26T05:00:07.112-08:00WE WALK =)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEo2tm0xA8k/TvhuyhMzMTI/AAAAAAAAADU/I82XQPpxW6o/s1600/DSCN0361n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEo2tm0xA8k/TvhuyhMzMTI/AAAAAAAAADU/I82XQPpxW6o/s1600/DSCN0361n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-66347408950424756702011-12-25T08:31:00.001-08:002011-12-25T08:31:43.679-08:00Movie time :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DENNpmaff50/TvdPynjSH3I/AAAAAAAAADI/jBJ3FMZrB24/s1600/DSCN0357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DENNpmaff50/TvdPynjSH3I/AAAAAAAAADI/jBJ3FMZrB24/s320/DSCN0357.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-27691838460078242732011-12-25T08:25:00.000-08:002011-12-25T08:25:30.478-08:00Charminar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6ZFqleCKYg/TvdOMDNVnsI/AAAAAAAAACc/yu4Yl8a8ouY/s1600/DSCN0421+%25282%2529+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6ZFqleCKYg/TvdOMDNVnsI/AAAAAAAAACc/yu4Yl8a8ouY/s320/DSCN0421+%25282%2529+1" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-51677212159873470462011-12-25T08:14:00.001-08:002011-12-25T08:14:18.834-08:00Foodie :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL6v9vbhLr4/TvdLgLTbzLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bGKFbtYMlDk/s1600/DSCN0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL6v9vbhLr4/TvdLgLTbzLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bGKFbtYMlDk/s320/DSCN0374.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-32754837174629803672011-12-25T08:10:00.001-08:002011-12-25T08:10:27.557-08:00I scream, U scream, We all scream for an icecream :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3N8xkKe_ZM/TvdKkbxf40I/AAAAAAAAACE/Xu12i95NDlc/s1600/DSCN0392+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3N8xkKe_ZM/TvdKkbxf40I/AAAAAAAAACE/Xu12i95NDlc/s320/DSCN0392+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-27229397371293916972011-12-19T03:57:00.001-08:002011-12-19T03:57:30.406-08:00Photovisi (:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OekTlL1FDsU/Tu8mkpjLX8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/I1E8VKKdz3Q/s1600/929d0d87-e7a4-4469-ae8b-d51a9076f90dwallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OekTlL1FDsU/Tu8mkpjLX8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/I1E8VKKdz3Q/s320/929d0d87-e7a4-4469-ae8b-d51a9076f90dwallpaper.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-73226692692150127872011-12-19T00:37:00.001-08:002011-12-19T00:37:23.370-08:00Lonely yet happy :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQGLbtilSMg/Tu73q1TWX_I/AAAAAAAAABw/O6g5XmNV8VI/s1600/DSCN0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQGLbtilSMg/Tu73q1TWX_I/AAAAAAAAABw/O6g5XmNV8VI/s320/DSCN0317.JPG" width="181" /></a></div></div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-42375935338085641002011-12-18T05:07:00.001-08:002011-12-18T05:07:45.960-08:00My lame editing of a blurry snap of mine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bfkVSgW3FA/Tu3lS7hqBQI/AAAAAAAAABo/AokSQpE6zMk/s1600/Image462_ImitateHDR_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bfkVSgW3FA/Tu3lS7hqBQI/AAAAAAAAABo/AokSQpE6zMk/s320/Image462_ImitateHDR_1.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br />
</div>Apekshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11996672282294037485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103734708459054693.post-16689724419762961792011-12-17T05:37:00.000-08:002011-12-17T05:37:09.182-08:00INerd :P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DC0brSKd_xM/Tuya2HCbQ-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dB1KNUXq2EQ/s1600/DSCN0271%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DC0brSKd_xM/Tuya2HCbQ-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dB1KNUXq2EQ/s320/DSCN0271%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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