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Many great people  have got many unbelievable instances in their lives that the common man cannot believe in.One such instance is the mystery in which why nobel prize which is given after the name Alfred Nobel in the fields of literature,physics and chemistry and peace  is not given  in the field of mathematics which is an highly regarded and important subject.The answer to this mystery is somewhat silly and embarrassing  as its all because his wife eloped with a mathematics professor!!!! But thats too unfair thing done to other mathematicians of the world.  Another interesting fact is about the highly intelligent german lad albert einstien who though have got extraordinary skills in science lacked some basic humanitarian strokes .One such act is when he and his girl friend  who is from hungary with name Mileva Maric had a daughter out of their wedlock in 1901.They put that baby for sale for couple of dollars . Einstien dint look a...

In country like India full of diversity there is a complete need for every citizens wish to be fulfilled by the government.It is in fact its first and foremost duty to satisfy the needs and put an end to the emergencies prevailing among the people which helped in the formation of the government .Even a tribal person who has got the nearest booth too far away and who needs to spend Rs.10 out of his triple digit monthly income does not hesitate to come all the way and casts his vote and gets his stressed hands marked with black ink with a little hope in his wet eyes on remaining part of his years to live which he believes will go good if the government helps .He hopes that though he could not have the life of an educated person who can happily live under the fan and ac inside a closed room with due respect in the society ,at least his further generations may have .His only wish is that his son and daughter should not have the same feet with...

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.    ............

 love never defined.!!! :  why  parents are so worried about even the minute problem of the child.....??...specially when the child is far away from them like me......feeling like ages since i met my parents....!! cant see their eyes filled with love for me..... cant feel the warmth of mumma's lap......cant smell the freshness of home......cant hear the sweet giggles of my brothers premature voice........cant taste the dishes made by mumma which sets my taste buds tingling down...feel like leaving this college , books, xams n wanna run away to home to find the flooding love untouched!!.....whenever such crazzy ideas scroll in my mind..... i realize that i can do nothing xcept flowing down the nigara falls through my tear glands!!....even a small news of illness dont know why creates an environment of panic all around the home...... here in college people are much worried of the work status, assignments,exams n all such __________ stuff. only ...

It is an art which demands full devotion from its artist. It is the talent with which only a few of us are blessed. The rest of us may acquire success in carrying it out, but for perfection we need to undergo harsh experiences. We need to get immune to insults in order to get to our ultimate goal -- freedom from boredom. Bunking classes is no easy task. It is the only art known to me that requires involvement of both heart and mind. One needs to have the heart to miss classes (if you are already a perfectionist you will not find it to be a problem) and an intellectual mind to help one do that. 'Bunker', as he is known to the majority of the student folk, should possess firm determination and a conscience which hardly shows up. A person of less resolve may be carried away by teachers' advice of giving up this sacred ritual. In order to bunk classes, one needs to be determined and consider attending classes as the action of cowards and losers. With this attitude, no advice, n...

My eyes fluttered as i woke. I felt so peaceful sleeping, so calm. I know that panic, fear, and worry are soon to come. Many questions are going to be asked, and I wont have answers to any of them. I know this because the same thing happened to me in that dreadful dream of mine .......records !..exams!.. assignments !..quizes!......something haunting swallowing me into its darkness!!_____________________i wish my life was a dream@krazzy

Kabhi kabhi dil chahta hai kuch asa ho jae….. Paper ho par result na aye……. Class ho par teacher na aye…… Bus me baithe par college na jaye……. Picnic jae aur vapas na aye…… Hafte me 3 din ho or fir Sunday aye……. Sote rahe din bhar…sham ko ghumne jae…… Hum bilkul na padhe aur pass ho jae…… Sab dost sath rahe or chuttiyan manae….. Jise chahte he dil se wo apna ho jae…… Barish me bhige aur joor se gana gaye……. Duniya bhool jaye fir bacche ban jaye……. Bheed se dur yuhi duniya banae…… Sari jindgi bas yuhi kat jae…….. Kash ye sare sapne sach ho jae……… Kabhi kabhi dil chahta hai kuch aisa ho jae.. !