tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81291737500834157442024-03-14T12:35:01.374+05:30Sathana's freaking,tweaking scriptsSathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-52774155388579509932010-02-19T12:27:00.000+05:302010-02-19T12:27:15.249+05:30If i only i knew......I would never have been careless with time,<br />
If only i knew i can never get it back....<br />
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I would never have fought with friends,<br />
If only i knew how long they will be my friends...<br />
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I would never have let you down,<br />
If only i knew how deep your love is on me...Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-54049013763743690102010-01-09T19:53:00.000+05:302010-01-09T19:53:51.865+05:30blankkkkkkkkkkkIts been a very long time with my blog.Its nt that am so busy ,or dat i got sumthin else in my life to hold me up or watever,bt i have been a quite a long time away from my blog....i dn post as often as i used to ,i dn get thoughts as it used to be,am jus blank in every thought ,Just fed up to dream,to think ,Duno its unusual kinda me,may be am changing or i may not.Sumthing i search fot still,i havent found out yet,Life is teaching me new lessonsssss.<br />
and the important one which goes on now in those lessons,is never be careless.Well,yeah i have been a careless a lottttt,i missed ,i messed up things around me,spoiled friendship,established friendships,kinda,Life is interesting as usual in its each frame,but i have missed to adore n admire it a long time,I missing up my fellow readers,who d hell wl hang on to ur blog,if u write crap or dn blog at al,lol,watever i started to write up sumthing,but endin up writing sumthing,blankkkkkkkkkkkkkkkSathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-49051891875566200352009-12-12T19:55:00.001+05:302009-12-13T10:50:31.721+05:30Miss u......We have been really these happy days<br />
<div>As happy as trees in May<br />
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<div>With you by my side<br />
</div><div>Kept all my fears aside<br />
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</div><div>The voice of you<br />
</div><div>The thought of you<br />
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</div><div>The cranky messages you sent<br />
</div><div>The poetry words you said<br />
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</div><div>The warmth and comfort we shared<br />
</div><div>We were miles away which we never cared<br />
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</div><div>Everything and each thing you did to me<br />
</div><div>Made me feel am the princess of your heart<br />
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</div><div>I do discern nothing in you has changed<br />
</div><div>But why do i miss you, still??????<br />
</div></div></div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-7466763275063342662009-12-07T13:57:00.002+05:302009-12-07T19:36:15.675+05:30I love you......I love you......<br />
Which you think,i shall speak out<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I love you......<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What you tell,i shall follow instantly<br />
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I love you......<br />
When you need,i shall be there<br />
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I love you......<br />
Why you worry,i shall cry then<br />
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I love you......<br />
Where you go ,i shall go too<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I love you......<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Am With you now and always......<br />
</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-27008123686549047262009-12-02T12:50:00.000+05:302009-12-02T12:50:06.060+05:30What is it,that is missing??????Something is yet to be said or done<div>I attempt to figure it out</div><div><br />
</div><div>Is it cos of life's hushing rush</div><div>Which conquers my mind alltime</div><div><br />
</div><div>Or is it cos of the superiority complex </div><div>Or possessiveness or whatever</div><div><br />
</div><div>I am fed up of things </div><div>Which were close to me once</div><div><br />
</div><div>I run out of thoughts</div><div>Even to my dearies and fairies</div><div><br />
</div><div>Life is as usual in its run</div><div>Which no longer appeals me as fun</div><div><br />
</div><div>I need a word or deed</div><div>Which is my very need</div><div><br />
</div><div>A word which will invigorate</div><div>A deed making me feel venerated</div><div><br />
</div><div>Am the one ,the ONE who is me and very much me</div><div>And i wish to conquer and occupy my place ,solely......</div><div><br />
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</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-32137583080309940002009-11-13T11:33:00.000+05:302009-11-13T11:33:38.013+05:30Am nt the first ,but the best......I wanted to be the first<div>I aspired to be the first</div><div>I longed to be the first</div><div>I was inspired to be the first</div><div>And i endeavored to become the first</div><div><br />
</div><div>I walked up the hill,i thought am the first ever</div><div>I won the match ,i thought am the first</div><div>I lost.,i thought am the first</div><div>whether its my innocence or my idiocy</div><div>Am nt the first,i can never be the first.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Whatever i have done,doing or do</div><div>Whatever i said,saying,or will say </div><div>Somebody has ,have ,or had</div><div>I was disappointed,kinda vexed</div><div>What is this life?</div><div><br />
</div><div>I can never be first </div><div>And yeah ,not the last too</div><div>Cos am nt the first or last human in this world</div><div>I am following the foottraces of survival</div><div>But i wont be the same as all</div><div><br />
</div><div>Ya,am not he first,</div><div>Am nt the last</div><div>But i will be surely one </div><div>Among the best,</div><div>The best ever......</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Growing up is never always fun,people keep criticising you,if you are popular,whatever you do ,whether you are or not.I have been facing a lot such situations,but i never stopped to explain whom i am,if they think am rude,am least bothered.But my mom keeps preaching me ,society matters a lot and all must think me a good polite girl alone.I do go by her words attimes trying to be polite ever,smiling when hurt or one pest talks to you just toooo much or whatever.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It so happened that one day a senior of mine,standing in lab never bothered to answer my friends query,pretending to havent listened at all.Well ,i din't do anything then.After a few weeks,it so happened that she came to our class to me regarding a department function,i did the same and just the same,she touched and called i responded then,she enquired if i din;t hear me calling before,i said 'nope'.After all she would have understood how bad it hurts.May be this is kiddish ,to go for tit for tat,but i just wanted to share this ,may be am rude,whatever.I hate people who hurt,rude.......</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-90781322799959387392009-10-23T21:24:00.000+05:302009-10-23T21:24:59.842+05:30oh yeah,so ,this is what happened......I have been studying a lot ,lots and lots ,oh dearies ,nothing interesting but the syllabus.Trying to study hard yaar.You know what ,i planned to stay glued up to my book without any distraction of mind.The more i tried, the more i got distracted.What stupid mind i have ,never listening to me at any cost,huh?.Today,i just give it up to time .I studied an hour may be, you can call it the other way as 50 plus mins.Oh yaar,mind is really getting horned and seeks freedom ,when i try to capture it in my book.There was two in me, as shown in indian cinemas.A sathana like an angel warning me time is running and asking me to run with it and study ,instead of wasting time.Yet another sathana ,with horns ,just telling me to laze out before the tv,or to start on chatiing with friends .Yep,i was attracted and distracted as every other student does.But ,i have decided now,Am sathana,a girl who keeps up her thought,so to study with whole heart from tomorrow.He he he,after all confessions and resolutions always start from tomorrow right?huh?Okies,lets see how much i keep up my thought.......Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-90297894783029048612009-10-20T21:43:00.001+05:302009-10-20T21:50:48.193+05:30Little one......I have been watching her all day ever since i knew her.Each morning i wakeup to find her more beautiful then the day before.Each day i love to wake up by hearing her lovely sweet voice.Her touch makes me feel a feather.So are you guys ,wondering whom am talking about is it? well ,its a sweet little girl who resides next door.She is just an one and half years old little one,but she just makes me mad with her smile.So sweet is her smile than that of honey.I gaze upon her simply to see her walk with her tiny legs,i just keep hearing her talks,believe me i never understood what she says,but still i love to hear her.You know what i keep asking my mum before i would have been like this little girl,what all i did then and all other stuff.And the reply from her was a wierd look followed by a query back to me, 'where you from mars?haven't you seen small girls before?'.Well,she may be right,but none attracted me so much as this girl,just note na ,she made me write a post for her.Well,whether this post is interesting or crap,i enjoyed talking about a little one whom i admire a lot......<br />
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</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-37645844969790631032009-10-18T16:04:00.000+05:302009-10-18T16:04:35.896+05:30lost......Life has been keeping me so happy<br />
<div>i got everything i ever needed<br />
</div><div>i got everything i gazed upon<br />
</div><div>i got everything i passed by<br />
</div><div>i got everything a girl ever dreamt of<br />
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</div><div>Wait,did i get what i wished for?<br />
</div><div>Don't i ever have my own wishes?<br />
</div><div>Was this my real happiness ?<br />
</div><div>Am i like a slave to this life?<br />
</div><div>Do i live on whatever life gives me ?<br />
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</div><div>I feel i lost my originality ,my uniqueness,myself<br />
</div><div>I never have lived up life,yeah i never have<br />
</div><div>Where do i search my life again,where did i lose it?<br />
</div><div>I learnt to adjust and that is where my originality departed<br />
</div><div>I must never have learnt adjusting,i lost my self<br />
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</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-90374360639309486752009-10-15T20:38:00.004+05:302009-10-15T22:12:06.510+05:30So, the festivity goes thus .......Just in festive mood yaar,no mood to study,no mood to sit idle,no mood to browse,no mood to even write some poem or story,u see the words just doesnt fall in place even for a story,i have been shopping and shopping and still feel i have something yet to get.Thanks to my mum,all sweets and savouries are ready.you know, what i do daily is to plan, to study for exam, note,just planning,i take out my book plan which chapter is easy and what can be done and all such stuff and then keep it aside thinking that i have studied hard for the day.Then i try to relax my self and keep my brain active ,sharp whatsoever you can call ;)and try to play some games in my system some brain teaser games,some animated games and all stuff,i endup browsing.what was supposed to be a relaxation, would make me much tired and i just rest before the tv with all the eatables in hand and give nonstop work to my eyes and yeah ofcourse,my mouth.Atlast fall a sleep, this is what is happening with me for the past few days,well,i guess sathana has turned out to a lazy bug,may be a lazy lazy lazy bug.Okies, the point of this post was to wish you all a very happy and safe diwali.After all festival is to enjoy,so ya enjoy ,have fun,burst out with crackers and laughter,eat all stuff forgeting your diet,Happy Diwali friends:)Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-88675722880151075892009-10-08T10:36:00.006+05:302009-10-08T10:46:23.471+05:30Time for yet another award yaar :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/Ss1zpNGY_1I/AAAAAAAABmc/Ow2nhhlivw0/s1600-h/award.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/Ss1zpNGY_1I/AAAAAAAABmc/Ow2nhhlivw0/s320/award.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390091480760647506" /></a><br />Hey<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"> guys!i got the International bloggers community award ,from who else rads again,thanks a ton rads am reallllllly privileged.And as award is always to be given to others in turn too,I am giving it to few of my fellow bloggers too.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;">There are certain rules to be followed yaar...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;">You got to link to the person who tagged 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style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></p></div></div></div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-9156360390898881042009-10-04T14:54:00.004+05:302009-10-04T14:59:58.518+05:30It, is,with you...If you are not, able to smile<div>When a friend of yours,near and dear</div><div>Changes with time,brings out your tear</div><div>The trouble, is, with you...</div><div><br /></div><div>If you are not, able to know</div><div>Who cares ,you the most</div><div>whom,you can always trust</div><div>The blunder,is, with you...</div><div><br /></div><div>If you are not able to succeed</div><div>Keeping your confidence, up</div><div>When there is disappointment, showing up</div><div>The gaffe,is , absolutely with you...</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-42417136688745452422009-09-29T21:32:00.002+05:302009-09-29T21:37:29.284+05:30HE and SHEHe is, her handsome prince<div>She is, his loving princess ever</div><div><br /></div><div>He always,does 'everything for my girl'</div><div>She forever,says 'anything for my man'</div><div><br /></div><div>He is,her Life</div><div>She is,his survival</div><div><br /></div><div>Love is,What is eternal</div><div>Only,when it is mutual</div><div><br /></div><div>Let 'he' and 'she' be blessed ever</div><div>With this love forever and ever......</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-70777218629928072992009-09-25T18:50:00.004+05:302009-09-25T19:01:00.430+05:30Getting conscious......Its time, i turned back <div>Its time, i stopped to think</div><div>Its time, i doubted myself</div><div>Its time, i hated me</div><div>Well,i never must have<br /></div><div>I never ever should have my dear</div><div><br /></div><div>Thing were all fine</div><div>I was the happiest</div><div>only till i doubted me</div><div>Things were all worse<br /></div><div>I was the miserable</div><div>Only when i doubted me</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought things are in my hands</div><div>Nope,god is the one who holds it</div><div>Thanks my lord</div><div>you made me realise atleast now</div><div>I would never doubt me,its you who guide me</div><div>Never,ever again ......</div><div><br /></div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-9213252572126273172009-09-23T16:28:00.003+05:302009-09-23T16:39:09.775+05:30Hey Guys......Am BACK yaaaaaar :))))))Oh my goodness,that has been a reaalllllly long time far away from my blog,just cast away.you know what,i missed my my blog so muchhhhhh and yeah, of course, my fellow readers and followers too who just appreciate me even for the most silly and most genuine post of mine.Well guys i just cant and wont stay away from my blog anymore.Well ,i guess god has decided that i must continue my scribblings and torture you guys,lol....<div>Okies cooooool.am really happy with my fellow readers who kept pinging and buzzing me in my absence,i just loved it,the feeling that am missed and wanted is so nice you know.Well,well ,well.My guys i will blog herafter regularly,no offline business anymore.</div><div>So ya,Happy reading my scripts.Tanx for making me feel special in my absence too and counting me in though i wasn't active....:))))))</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-84017827422981943322009-05-25T22:14:00.001+05:302009-05-25T22:18:23.394+05:30Lucky to have you......my dear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/ShrKk6Yf5-I/AAAAAAAABlM/S49DQ0MkjpQ/s1600-h/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/ShrKk6Yf5-I/AAAAAAAABlM/S49DQ0MkjpQ/s320/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339803043697256418" /></a><br /><div>Nothing can appeal me much than your smile<br /><div>Even when we are cast away a mile</div><div><br /></div><div>You are always there to hear my stupidities<br /></div><div><div>My wild dreams,stupid thoughts and activities</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I have never felt when with you any boredom</div><div>you always let me have my freedom</div><div><br /></div><div>Your words,actions everything is so gentle</div><div>you take care of me and act as a mantle</div><div><br /></div><div>I create a mess as bad it can be</div><div>you are always there to bear with me<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There is nothing that i fear </div><div>when i know you are near</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"> </span></div></div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-13687340224422084352009-05-20T19:03:00.002+05:302009-05-21T11:04:46.803+05:30True love<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">What is true love?</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Romance with your love, is intimacy of body and heart<br /></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Friendship with your love, is intimacy of mind and soul</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">True love is the right combination of friendship and romance.</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Love lasts forever even without romance but not without friendship</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Those who balance both well,lasts in love forever and ever.......</div></span>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-88452737566586408092009-05-19T22:17:00.009+05:302009-05-20T22:31:48.169+05:30Yet again a college love storyEngineering college,was as busy as ever,students walking to and fro in the campus,girls and guys each with their best costumes and best smile on face.The college reopens for the next academic year that day.Sara and Rahul,had joined computer engineering and it was their very first day in college.Sara is a pretty girl,who had the charm of a princess and brightness of the moon,she was born with silver spoon.Rahul is a handsome guy from a very normal family.<div>The classes started and days passed.Sara never knew that she was the sensation among the boys in class.Every guy and girl in her class and in the campus wanted to get introduced to her.When sara turned to talk to her friends in the back bench she could feel many eyes starring at her,while she is walking in the corridor,guys acting madly to get her attention.Whatever she did ,uttered was a topic to discuss for both girls and guys.She felt uncomfortable at this limelight on her in college.Rahul too was carried away by sara's beauty ,her politeness,her soft attitude.He just wanted her to be in his life.Well,he knew how hard it is in reality.Rahul wanted to sweep her off her feet,he decided to do it.He did not act mad as other guys do,to boo her.He thought differently.<div><div>It was valentine's day and almost every guy in the college campus,just dropped sara a love letter,her seniors in the form of ragging,her classmates in her desk,other guys indirectly through her friends,few even proposed her directly.sara was totally fed up and wanted to get rid of all those pests.Sara was in her class talking with her friends,when entered Rahul,He went near sara and called her,sara lifted her face and thought'oh my god! here goes another...'Rahul gave her a paper,which sara thought was another love letter.She got it and kept it in her desk.Rahul added,' sara,read it'.Irritated sara opened the paper to read and just laughed heartily and looked Rahul and said,'ok'.Rahul smiled at her lovingly and left the class slowly turning to see her again and again,sara too felt like seeing him.Everyone wanted to know ,what Rahul gave and what she accepted happily.You guys too wanna know what it read?here it is</div><div>"Hi sara,</div><div>Don't forget to eat lunch today</div><div>yours,</div><div>Rahul"</div><div>Days passed everything was as usual with secret stares among Rahul and sara.Rahul was creating waves in which sara was getting caught slowly.They had their practicals session that day,each were busy before their system trying to program ,code ,debug.While our bug Rahul,was busy seeing sara,sara felt someone is seeing her,she turned to see who it was,to her astonishment ,it was Rahul and never did he shift his eyes inspite of sara seeing him.Sara was kinda blushing and couldn't stand his sight.She shifted her place,but still Rahul kept seeing her.Sara knew Rahul is seeing her and after a few moments pretending to be unaware of his glance,she turned around to see if he is still looking at her,nope,Rahul was busy programming and helping his friends to debug.'Thats it",thought sara,but she couldn't avoid thinking of Rahul who stood out among the crowd ,which tried to talk to her,see her ,act madly for her.Something attracted her towards him.She longed if Rahul would see her,talk to her and act madly for her as others do.Rahul was throwing pebbles silently in her heart with his attitude.</div><div>Okies,now,is the climax.It was a evening and the class was over.Everyone was leaving their classes ,sara too was,when Rahul,blocked her way near the door.He allowed every other girl and guy who wanted to leave to pass by but not sara.Few of her class mates were shocked and few enjoyed as they thought something interesting is going to happen.Sara was spell bound,she liked as well as disliked his behaviour.She told him to leave her way.He saw her eyes and replied with a smile."Nope".Sara felt helpless,her other classmates with her inside the class expected her to behave rude to him,but sara couldn't she told "please rahul leave my way".He replied again with the same smile,"No".Sara got tensed and it showed in her face,seeing her turning red,rahul allowed her to go and followed her with a paper begging her,"sara ,please take it".Now sara confirmed to herself that it is a love letter.This was what sara expected,but she said firmly at him,"No".Rahul smiled naughtily and dropped the letter above her books in her hand and went saying,"read it ,bye".Sara wanted to throw it down before him,but she din't.She read the letter,</div><div>"you know sara,'I love you',</div><div>These are the words people say when they love someone.</div><div>So you know now ,right?"</div><div>Sara felt teased.She went to her car and was about to leave when rahul neared her.He waved his hand,Sara got down the car and asked," what?",anxiously.Rahul held her soft hands,wore the ring, he got in her fingers and saw her eyes romantically and lovingly and uttered,"i love you,sara,will you be with me forever?".Sara was speechless,she couldn't breathe,her voice struck,her hands shivered.Rahul held her shivering hands tightly.Sara leaned in his shoulders.Love spoke the rest.Made for each other they were.......</div></div></div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-74479258991563069232009-05-18T21:51:00.000+05:302009-05-18T21:51:00.910+05:30Survival of the fittestHe stood on the street smoking.'He' is not the hero of this story nor the villain,but the specimen of this post.should we name a specimen?let it be 'he'.He thought of his life smoking.He felt his life is the worst in the world.He had a lot of complexes in his life and it is as follows...He din't get a good career,he din't understand that he is blessed that he got a job while others are still searching for one.He din't have a good face,little did he think of people without eyes,legs and physically disabled.He din't have family assets and he had to support his entire family,he never realised that he had a family and his was far better than those living in huts.He did love a girl which never succeeded,he din't realise it was his fault to rub people up the wrong way.He always sat in a corner of the room in dark thinking and worrying he is unlucky and not blessed.He skipped food,three meals a day.He longed for sympathy.He expected people to care him always.His thoughts did reflect in his behaviour.He is the most miserable one in this world now.His friends too started avoiding him because of his behaviour.He lost the very important stage of his life youth,Very important people in this world -Friends and alltogether his life.Now who is responsible for this?HE.He alone right?Everyone has problems in their own style of life.Life is all about handling problems and living it to the fullest happily.Only those people survive others just exist.Remember darwin's theory-"Survival of the fittest".God and angels are always pleased with people who are optimistic and cheerful and bless them alone.So you pessismistic guys out there,hope you understand...Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-58632099414828864422009-05-17T22:06:00.004+05:302009-05-18T12:35:41.953+05:30Silence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/ShEIt1cu_OI/AAAAAAAABkg/NvlQJlLQf7U/s1600-h/silence_by_donjuki.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/ShEIt1cu_OI/AAAAAAAABkg/NvlQJlLQf7U/s320/silence_by_donjuki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337056616945482978" /></a><br />A cyclone doesn't hurt as it does<div>A earthquake does less harm</div><div>Silence hurts......</div><div><br /></div><div>It is the silent water that drowns a man</div><div>A word not uttered when needed kills too</div><div>Silence pains......</div><div><br /></div><div>Busy streets,chaos and confusion doesn't fright</div><div>Emptiness of silence terrifies<br /></div><div>Silence is grave......</div><div><br /></div><div>Shouting and yelling in anger is better</div><div>Silent actions guilt the opponent</div><div>Silence kills......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Light is love, peace and god</div><div>Dark is hatred,uproar and evil </div><div>Silence is dark......</div><div><br /></div><div>Speech is silver,Silence is golden</div><div>Speech give us ease,silence make us cease</div><div>Is it golden then?</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-81111566936351576732009-05-16T22:14:00.001+05:302009-05-16T22:14:00.335+05:30In love I live......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/Sg7s7AdQXzI/AAAAAAAABkY/j7AIGl_ECfs/s1600-h/Picture4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/Sg7s7AdQXzI/AAAAAAAABkY/j7AIGl_ECfs/s320/Picture4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336463106959761202" /></a><br />Oh my god!I have to say, people reading this may feel jealous of me,and turn red with envy or some sort of feeling,am sure girls,out there would wish to be me.Well,no chance,you can never ever become me,atleast as cranky as me,ha ha ha.You know what guys,today has been as,as usual mismatch of feelings yaar,I was little bored,little flying,little excited,but as usual smiling and happy.And today i went on shopping for gold,the happiness knew no bounds,when i found the exact kinda jewel,i desired to buy.Oh man,god is always by my side and he does know what i would wish and desire for the next moment,that he creates it for me, before i go for it.The happiness is extreme when,what you desired and wanted happens extraordinarily than you had thought,my desires happen so,i keep thanking god for his kindness and blessings for me.Actually i wanted to write a poem or a story in this post too,cos nowadays this blog is more constituted of my thoughts than my scripts,but my fellow readers ,you know right sathana's mind is blank,when extreme happiness or sadness strikes her.This blog has turned out to be my online diary ,huh?.But hope i din't disappoint sharing my thoughts.I am not able to differentiate things if it happens as per my desire or i have excelled the art of being happy, with what happens,but am damn happy yaar.In happiness,in blessings,in love,i live......Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-7743749363395882642009-05-15T22:32:00.000+05:302009-05-15T22:57:47.016+05:30Truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/Sg2gQJvTG8I/AAAAAAAABkQ/ysd95f8Agzc/s1600-h/Honest+Scrap+Award.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/Sg2gQJvTG8I/AAAAAAAABkQ/ysd95f8Agzc/s320/Honest+Scrap+Award.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336097332856560578" /></a><br />Oh oh,i got another award as well as a tag.From who else, rads only.She has awarded honest scrap award as well as tagged me to write ten honest stufff about me.Well rads,you don't have to tag me for that whatever i speak its always true,honestly...lol.Well,jokes apart.Ten things about me??????oh my god,i need to write it.okies ,okies,here i go......<div>1.Sathana is a cute princess,she is a angel and a devil attimes,she cares much for no things and doesn't care at all for some things.</div><div>2.I am a dreamer ,just love to dream.I have huge dreams which i aspire to achieve in my life time.Dreams which people would never even think of......</div><div>3.I portray myself to people as i wish them to perceive,its hard to understand the real me,except my very close buddies.</div><div>4.I hate my brother the most,but still i love him too,i like his care and affection,but too much of anything is good for nothing,so i hate him for that.</div><div>5.I like to be independent attimes and dependent attimes,am freaky attimes,ethnic attimes,Purely mismatch of thinkings,its really tough to know me yaar......</div><div>6.Adventures,thrills excites me a lot.</div><div>7.I am not a foodie,but my mom says i live on icecream,air and water.</div><div>8.My world revolves around my loved ones,I am a true homely creature.I can be shut up in my home for months as long as my dear ones are with me.</div><div>9.I hate the hot sun and sweating.i just love rain,rain comes when am happy or when am sad,just to cheer me up,i can get wet in rain how long i wish,i won't catch cold</div><div>10.I love comics and novels,i can't take my eyes of a novel unless i finish it,even if it is hours.I hate studying for exams,i never did after schooling i guess...lol</div><div>Well guys,i believe sathana is god's pet ,she is blessed and god is with her always.I think i have been a self -dabba in this post,but i just can't think any truth apart from these...lol.Thanks for awarding and tagging Rads,hope i have come out with the best of truths about me......</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-43845745879289400592009-05-14T22:18:00.003+05:302009-05-19T15:27:02.749+05:30Nothing is better than something!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/SgxQ25l5q-I/AAAAAAAABh8/H8zuhpIiRQM/s1600-h/believe20friends20of20the20garden20.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juFYZcLEm9E/SgxQ25l5q-I/AAAAAAAABh8/H8zuhpIiRQM/s320/believe20friends20of20the20garden20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335728562630142946" /></a><br />Its been long since i wrote a post which appeals to my own heart, may be just a few days,but it seems too be long to me.i have heard lot of people say 'something is better than nothing',well,i can't agree and won't agree.i feel 'nothing is better than something'.It is not as hurting or horrible than to adjust with something in the place of what we desired to have.wat say yaar?If i wish to have a planet and if i get a country,i can never agree and console my self,that i got a country,so i should be happy with it.I will walk off with bare hands ,hoping to get the planet soon.i believe only such guys achieved much in life too.People who dream high can never walk off with something.Dreaming to achieve things,or believing your dream will never portray you as adamant,if people think so,just don't care them.Because if you are n't adamant in your dream,it will never become a reality.you will be forced to accept 'something' as they say 'something is better than nothing'.<div>Believe yourself,Believe your dream,Believe your dream.If not your dream then,NOTHING IS BETTER THAN SOMETHING......</div>Sathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129173750083415744.post-77901946872593011702009-05-13T21:41:00.003+05:302009-05-13T22:24:00.568+05:30VoteHey guys,you know today is a historical day,sathana has casted her very first vote today.I was kinda excited before voting and happy after voting:).I have performed my duty to my country and you know what i prayed today morning when i got up,that my india must come under good hands and be well taken care of,hope my prayers are answered.It was a different cool experience and to avoid the hot sun,i was the first to vote in my booth,i voted early morning itself.You know what, the polling booth people made us wait nearly half hour since the machine wasn't ready ,it was shame on the administration.It revealed their carelessness,if only each knew how many crores has been spent on this 15th parlimentary election.Felt really bad at that behaviour of the officials.Whatever,i was happy that many of the citizens were keen in voting inspite of the queue,delay and temperature.A mismatch of feelings,i have now.Hope a political party which thinks of the country ,its people and welfare alone forms the government......God bless indiaSathanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05038617704350662483noreply@blogger.com2