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This is life.... there are... some stones left unturned, some flowers left unattended. This is life... there are.. some talents left uncultured, some dreams unrealized. This is life... there are... some expectations unfulfilled, some actions unaccounted for. This is life.. there are... some hopes to live by, some people to care for. But, this is life... there are... rays of light in the cloud filled sky, tears to be absorbed, smiles to live by, and a lot more to achieve, before i die!

Firstly: Yeah, you can read this blog entry because it is not as serious as the title sounds. Having said that, lets get down to business.   Achievement is something which brings a smile to one's face, no matter in what form it comes. So, i think the incident i describe below will rhyme with the title, as it still brings a smile to my face whenever i remember it. Here it goes. The time when you're about to leave school is quite a special time, as you tend to do the things which you'd never do with a sane mind anytime before. At that time classmates bond in an unusual   sort of way, as in two persons who would normally be disgusted by the site of each other in class would be as courteous to each other as Tony Blair to George.W.Bush . My classmates were no   different. The school was about to be closed for the 10th and 12th grades as they had Pre-Board   examinations in January followed by the much hyped CBSE boards in March.Now, when a school closes  

Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain Aakhein band karta hoon to bheed ke saamne gaane lagta hoon bheed ki taliyon ke beech khud ko poora paata hoon phir aakhein khulti hain to khud akela reh jaata hoon band kamre ke sannate mein, phir adhoora ho jaata hoon.... Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain Aakhein band karta hoon to khud ko tumhare saath dekhta hoon tumhari god mein sir rakhke khud ko poora paata hoon phir aakhein khulti hain, tumko dhoondti hain apne takiye par rakh kar sir, phir adhoora ho jaata hoon.... Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghante kam pad jaate hain Aakhein band karta hoon to bachpan laut aata hai unn chchoti chchoti khushiyon se poora ho jaata hoon phir aakhein khulti hain, main bada ho jaata hoon, wo bachpan ki hansi kahin kho jaati hai,phir adhoora ho jaata hoon... Bauhut kucch karna chahta hoon iss ek din mein magar 24 ghant

I'm writing this down because i just realized the 'importance of blogging', why sites like twitter exist, why sites like facbook have a 'notes' section in them... Blogs are to gen-Y what diary entries were to the gen-A,B,....& so on till gen-X, the differences being that the traditional pen/pencil are replaced by keypad, the paper notepad/diary is replaced by microsoft wordpad/notepad and lastly the availaility factor: diaries being available to the select few who could discover them beneath the releams of time; blogs, however , are available to any person who knows how to push certain buttons on a PC that enable him to open google, again press some buttons that enable him to search on google and of course, he should know what he is searching for. You'll notice the revolution brought about by blogs when i quote this simple example: To know about the exploits of the legendary hindi poet Shri Harivansh Rai Bacchan you'll have to go to the neare