An old addiction

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 1:23 PM

I love the walls. They are my companion in the times of pleasure and sorrow. They witness my smiles and tears the month they take birth. They keep ready to take me in when I feel threatened by the mundane maneuvering of the world around. Despite being concrete structures, they are soft enough that I could rest my back against them and shed my worries away.  In return, I want my friends to be in good shape. The decor of walls is my passion, whether you have a big house or small, the walls can easily be managed without getting too much concerned about the space. They embraced the beauty so majestically and make you feel royal when you find yourself enshrined within beauty laden surroundings

A Little Effort

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 1:05 PM

Few days back my maid-servant  resigned without telling me beforehand.I felt as if I am standing in a desert where not a single is available to help me out.I started searching for new maid but all my effort got in vain.then a thought came to my mind,as I have put on enough weight in last few months and i was planing to start some exercise ,I decided that I myself  will  do cleansing of the house.So I took on the job and my home responded by looking more fresh and bright and my body fat has started decreasing. I killed two birds with one rock.





Few interesting words

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 9:02 AM

"Your teacher did not want to be a teacher. He wanted to be a meter reader at the electric utility. Meter readers do not have to put up with children, work comparatively little, and what is more important, have greater opportunity for corruption and are hence both better off and held in higher regard by society. Nor was becoming a meter reader out of your teacher’s reach. His uncle worked for the electric utility. But the one position as meter reader this uncle was able to facilitate went, as all things most desirable in life invariably went, to your teacher’s elder brother"

An interesting excerpt i read in a novel .just wanted to share here.

Soul of Words

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 1:32 AM

I have seen people saying,'' We have read this much books'.Thereclaim of reading any book may be enough to make them bookish but wehether thsi claim is enough to prove one's frirndfship with book,words,even the spaces between these words?

I believe every word has a soul.our souls gerts conected with these words.And then these words become the part of our personality.

Khaled Husseni's kite Runners is one of these books that cinnectw ith you.That teaches you humanity.Or something more,that something can only be comprehensed wthen you let soul to communicate with the words.When you have the courage of taking the responsibility that words hold.

Dont just read book,but rather communicate with it.Let you soul fly with the words.


Some wayward thoughts

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 3:04 AM

Its painful yet amazing that people those are really near to you how hide the things and manipulate matters in way that suit them.Being clever has nothing to do with being caring.A clever character can easily practice its tricks with loved ones.Such clever souls know how to create space for themselves but do not want to give space to you.. 

its complicated

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 6:25 PM

Life is tough .Sometimes we find it beautiful yet it remains tough.I accept the challenge and get ready to erase this toughness and it becomes even more tough.i am tired.i cannot see blessings anymore.i want to cry but crying seems useless.i am giving up....................................

Poverty? What a cruel and strange phenomenon

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Posted by Arooj | Posted in | Posted on 3:49 AM

Living in poverty does not only assign one the title of POOR but also does change the definition of all the concepts and values for one.The concept of self reliance and self confidence be perished by Hunger and Disease.Today my maid told me that she had not eaten anything since morning .My fridge was almost empty as I was fasting and had no planning to cook anything till Iftar .(breaking of Fast).Anyhow i gave her few rupees.But what difference could they make?.By tomorrow ,her husband again will not be able to earn enough money and gain she will have to ask more money.In the way ,she will have to cross the threshold of self reliance for so many times till 1st of next month. Her poverty has also changed the meaning of gratitude for her.Despite my polite and somehow generous attitude,she keeps on telling me that this or that rich neighbors of mine are ready to pay this much money for the  same amount of work she does at my home.Sometime i feel irritated and call her opportunist but then my conscience reprimands me and says''A 24 hours of hunger without any shelter are enough to make anyone opportunist and what not.

There is a unique and cruel philosophy working behind  poverty that  can only justify the somehow repelling attitude of poor.  As we all are poor in one or other way.Every strata of society has is own domain of Basic NEEDS.