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	<title>a lover's quarrel with life</title>
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		<title>The Girl With Red Roses ..</title>
		<link>http://vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com/2009/09/20/the-girl-with-red-roses/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 08:43:02 +0000</pubDate>
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This goes out to a little girl whom I saw selling roses at a traffic signal. I saw her while I was happily loitering in Mumbai, when my auto stopped at a Bandra signal. She stood before us with a weak smile on her face &#8211; a street child, downtrodden, shabby like them street kids, who all look the same. I was in the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=575&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa: SRK mouthorgan sad scene</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 12:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
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I am writing here, or anywhere, after an aeon (but for my infrequent diary writing &#38; my frequent facebook status updates) (have been thinking more and writing less for the past couple of months) Not that I have much to say now. 
Anyway, sharing the video link of one of SRK&#8217;s earliest movies &#8220;Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa&#8220;, when [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=653&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fathers&#8217; Day Poll: Do Not Participate ;)</title>
		<link>http://vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com/2009/06/18/thank-god-they-did-not-have-barack-obamas-pic-in-undies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 03:37:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is one weird post, but because I&#8217;m not posting anything anyway these days, here I&#8217;m putting a &#8220;top 5 bla bla&#8221; list I found while slipping over some hyperlinks on some website homepage..
Picture this !
http://movies.rediff.com/look/2009/jun/16/dads-women-love-to-see-in-their-undies.htm
This was a Fathers&#8217; Day Poll conducted and this is the preference given by the womenfolk in Amreeka ..(well mostly, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=629&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>creating a scene :)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 16:34:41 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;मुहब्बत की फर्श पर कुछ यूँ टूटा एक सच जैसे कोई सपनों की झालर नीचे आ गिरी हो&#8230; सब तरफ काँच के टुकड़े यूँ बिखरे, पर ना जाने क्यूँ मेरे पाँव की दहलीज़ पर आकर रुक गये&#8230;तुम्हारी नज़रों की तरह शायद उन्हें भी कुछ एहसास था&#8230;&#8221;
The idea is ki jis tarah tum nazrein nahi mila paayi and all that.. : [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=329&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>There are two kinds of lovers inside me..</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 07:53:37 +0000</pubDate>
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There are two kinds of lovers inside me&#8230;the rustic, roughened guy who has a &#8217;straight&#8217; way and the modern guy who deals his girl in overt ways. The first guy is a plain chap; he doesn’t know of fine ways to keep his girl hooked. His love however is unrelenting, singular and large in absolute [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=331&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>smells and nostalgia &#8211; memories of a happy childhood !!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 19:43:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>an elegy on the death of a dear bird&#8217;s child</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 11:17:44 +0000</pubDate>
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pic courtesy: http://www.runningjayhawk.com/2007_06_01_archive.html
This story is both a happy and a sad account of my interaction with a bird (yes!) that lost her child a few months back.
This bird used to chirp and pitter-patter outside my room. It gazed into my window and took curious notice of its own reflection (in what is a reflective-on-the-outside glass pane) and beat [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=404&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Sky :)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 05:53:54 +0000</pubDate>
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I love gazing deep into the sky at nights : ) 
Was wondering what would I have to say to a person who asks me why do I love the sky&#8230; so here is my four line (that&#8217;s really little : )) extempore dedication&#8230;and affirmation. It&#8217;s a simple, single thought; dun expect much.
This I wrote yesterday [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=326&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;my epitaph, if one were to ask me&#8221;.. :)</title>
		<link>http://vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com/2009/04/20/my-epitaph-if-one-were-to-ask-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:45:10 +0000</pubDate>
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I&#8217;ve always had this strange thing about epitaphs. I&#8217;ve had a very curious attraction to them, perhaps inspired by some childhood English reading.
People say Life treats us all differently; isn&#8217;t it that we all too treat Life very differently, each in our own ways, having our unique set of experiences and lessons&#8230; !! : ) 
I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=321&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pulp Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 23:26:31 +0000</pubDate>
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This is what (I feel) good scriptwriting is all about. 

 It is that &#8220;Jack Rabbit Slims&#8221; restaurant scene from the movie &#8216;Pulp Fiction&#8217; (direction and script by Quentin Tarantino, of Pulp Fiction fame  ) Everything looks good about the scene though there is nothing compelling here that makes the actors stand out or anything [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=vaibhavtiwari.wordpress.com&blog=6866289&post=182&subd=vaibhavtiwari&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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