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It's the Second Annual Pakistan Blog Awards to be held in December 2011 in collaboration with presenters/lead partners Youtube/Google, Dell, Intel and Djuice. The theme being followed is 'Colours of Pakistan: Celebrating the New Media Spaces'. The official hashtag on Twitter is #pakistanblogawards So please follow the link and click on five stars just below the title of the blog: http://

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Disclaimer: Ok here we go, disclaimer is at the beginning … all characters in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone dead, undead, haunting or trying to live is simply a coincidence. Don't start assuming things, try educated guesses . . . if you still fail and relate them to real life characters, you are not a loser, you are just trying to live your life and letting others live …

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I collect memories from footprints of time,of delight, hurt and sorrow;where each moment is odd yet sumblime. Words hurt more than physical pain,inflicted by those who were footprints on sand but utter disdain. I wait for waves to wash away,those memories, so profound ...or wait for them to walk away,before my heartbreak sound. As I flip through in front of my very existence,I wish to have

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It’s a Test of your Survival against all odds and evens too: Believe it or not shopping is actually a test of your relationship, your commitment, your friendship and most importantly your survival. Think of tremendously wonderful activities you could be a part of at home than go grill yourself in the already heated oven, yes these shopping malls, no matter how well air conditioned they are  they

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If I am your teacher I deserve a little more respect than what you end up giving me at times. When I talk I expect you to listen to me, that most of you do no doubt about that. However, respecting does not mean that you agree with everything I say, having a right to your opinion I expect you to disagree with me and express your own thoughts as well … I don’t expect you to just address me as ‘

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Nature, situations, circumstances and moments … at times all of them combined have a unique way of showing how marketers can benefit from the opportunity.  It’s amazing how much the flood of lawn billboards would want to make you throw up indigested advertising after being disgusted every day. While it’s a test of your sanity and you maintaining your clam, these lawn brands are making sure you

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It’s been a long time since my last travelogue update; however, things are pretty interesting around the city to strike me into hitting the keyboard yet again. These days, Karachi is going through it’s phase of natural disaster … yes! The lawn billboard flood overwhelming OOH advertising to the extent of making one feel nauseous.  Unfortunately, all brands decided to spam the roads all at once,

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Three credit hours you must attend,the window of opportunity awaits you.Study, but if you can't pretend,this window is made for you, few!Each class has a set of two,have mercy on the teacher who has had enough of you!Huge classes must witness splits,for, the week becomes short of days ...... but the window of opportunity is a test of your wits!Marketing has taught you a lot,apply an extension

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Disclaimer: Ok here we go, disclaimer is at the beginning … All characters in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone dead, undead, haunting or trying to live is simply a coincidence. Don't start assuming things, try educated guesses . . . if you still fail and relate them to real life characters, it’s not vampires’ fault, you were warned already …

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Picture Source: www.childrenforapeacefulworld.com If this world could be at peacefor all at once,all humanity would be at ease,and there shall be no guns.It would be a happy place,with smiles painted on every face!A merry note of nightingaleswould be everywhere;to see flowers bloom.Everyone, hand in hand, would live to care,and there shall be no sorrow or gloom!If this world could be at peaceto

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If I don't think my thoughts ...If I don't talk my words ...If I don't listen through my own ears,and I don't walk my path ...Whose life am I living? If I choose the same path of oblivion,If I'm doing what everybody else is doing,then whose destiny am I carving? If I don't respect the differences in others,and force my existence with a mindless mindset ...... do I still have the right to be

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What Brand??? This semester we were told that each one of us is a brand and that we are all unique personalities, ironically we were also given an assignment to write about ourselves, however no matter how reluctant we were at the beginning it turned out to be interesting.  People have the view that as human beings we love to talk about ourselves but I would

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Looks like someone was really feeling hungry to have done this to the canteen menu board at our school ... since my phone wasn't sufficiently dead those days, I decided to snap a picture : And then it was Sunday, we were made to attend a rescheduled class that lazy day, some student had also played around with instructions displayed by administration on the class wall: Milo tetra pack had been

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Sun rises ... sun sets,things change ...some for a reason, some without one.Life goes on ...People come to mark an existence,people leave to create history.Life goes on ...Many who were there in your past,barely make it till your present.Friends you lose on your way;later become a memory too arrant ...When finally you succumb to lonely despair ...you realise there was so much in past to amend

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Safar Badnamah (Season 1, Episode 15) “It was flying!!! And those sons of the same Bitch! We are living up to the rule of our Quaid for having a work day tomorrow, a study day rather for not having an off. Well what’s the point of getting an off for no special reason at all …How are we benefitting Iqbal or the country by taking a day off? Ok .. ok … I’m being I

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Disclaimer: Ok here we go, disclaimer is at the beginning … All characters in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone dead, undead, haunting or trying to live is simply a coincidence. Don't start assuming things, try educated guesses . . . if you still fail and relate them to real life characters, it’s not vampires’ fault, you were warned already …

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Nazia was concerned and wanted to tell Toots something very important. However, her mind was prey to too much of thinking … she just couldn’t stop thinking all the time and was finding out ways how to tell her. It was a weird situation characterized by mental turmoil since she felt she couldn’t even stop thinking while even sleeping, most commonly known

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Photo courtesy: www.theideaartist.com I know it’s a bit late to talk about the billboard wars now but some things never fail to fascinate you while failing to persuade you to by their product. Yes! I am talking about the guerilla marketing and naughty kiddo fight started by Sunsilk, that’s interesting to quite an extent and from many aspects of marketing. It’s

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Give me a reason to live,give me a reason to smile . . . Give me a reason to forgive, the moments of past exile! Why am I still a captiveof all the reprising vile? If I am the author of my life,why is my future a refelection of my past?Give me a reason to strive . . . to fight it off till it would last! With these moments so bleak,give me strength from falling weak . . .  Give me a reason to

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I recently got a call and invitation to attend Samsung’s Tweet up at Marriot this Friday, however, I was clueless as to how I got discovered and was too oblivious to Tweet ups and Blogger meet up but finally decided to attend it because I was kind of interested in it. The invitation was taken very seriously as they made calls to confirm each bloggers arrival for the Samsung show I would say,

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My lungs have turned to stone,I can't breathe . . .My heart wants a final break,for it refused to beat . . .My eyes are stunnedto see what normally we don't see.They have come to welcome,rejoicing with utmost glee . . .My soul is finally escaping . . .the prison it once used to be in.Now is the time to gaugeeach good deed and sin.There is darkness . . .with thirst I turn cold,I didn't realise

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                                          Source: www.wackywebwritings.wordpress.com When you join school or college many things make you known without which you are incomplete, quite similar is the story of our I.D card . . . yes it becomes a big story when you actually forget it.   Just after 15 minutes of leaving home I realized that the adornment of my neck was missing . . .  my I.D card

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Olper’s FaceBook page gave consumers an opportunity to share their prayers (Duas) this Ramzan that evoked a sense of patriotism and brought Pakistanis together showing us as one nation when we need each other most. It is during this time of hardship that the flood victims need their fellow citizens more than anyone else around and one should be proud of this nationality that ekes out it’s

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 Source: www.chillimix.comEvery pakora (fritter) has it’s time until Eid arrives and the whole lot of ‘meetha’ cannibalizes it in the entire portfolio of table serving (but why would it cannibalise it when they are both different categories? Well it depends on your sweet tooth and preference when ideally pakora product lines should do this to each other). Finally it surrenders to the law of

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Little Tim's Purpose in life was achieved . . .   he finally graduated though not on time.If only moments he could have deceived, a stitch in time could have saved nine. Marketing was now his expertise,he got what he wished for . . . Some guilt he could now release,his potential career he started to adore,taunting past he wanted to let go. His dad got to find out he graduated,Little Tim could

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Yesterday as I was going for my class everything seemed calm and quiet unlike the situation overall. One reason I like classes on Sunday’s is because there are no traffic jams and classes are in the morning, however, those still ending in the evening this particular day still disgust me as then the return in the bus is with the target market of Sea View and Jinnah Hospital as I have mentioned

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Yesterday I got off from home to attend my evening class, I was surprised to have had hardly any sneeze of drizzle in our area while North Nazimabad was said to have witnessed cats and dogs. I had left home hoping there won’t be any chaotic situation on the roads due to rain so that I would be able to reach my destination. However, the road was a mess and yes starting from Cantt Station again.

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 Scrooge is also a vampire and Toots doesn’t know she thought . . . “If Red Bull gives you weengs what does Sting  give you Toots?” asked Nazia. Toots shot back a bewildered look that emphasized on how Nazia had lost it, “It gives you springs!” she said. “That I could see when you were jumping around the corridor and assuming my Gtalk as yours after you had downed two Stings. My goodness you

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It’s a pity that even after 63 years of existence we are still trying to exist and survive rather than to live. The nation wasn’t over with the flood and plane crash tragedy when something had to happen in Karachi! The question is who are these people? Don’t they have their own families that would make them think twice before what they are about to do to other people’s families? While killing

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Source: www.dreamstime.com The monitor flickered, ‘Game Over’ since Nazia had given up with her racing car and her heart pounded together with each flicker of these words. “How could I have been so irresponsible?” She thought aloud. Her identity was at risk of getting revealed to people, it was something she even kept away from friends except for Toots and Uncle Scrooge. She recalled Paulo

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My last day of exams was May 10, 2010 . . . a blessed day, a happy yet confused day, a thrilling day coupled with fright . . .it was all in one. Stupid mistakes done on this day being aside, I will remember it as one of the happiest days of my life though a final presentation and a final exam of an awful course that day really got to me and that course made me look forward to Summer but

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When I was in school and ever since I opted for a public bus in class eight for transportation as opposed to a school van which I vowed never to travel by again, my friends expressed how they would love to travel in a public bus and these thoughts really amazed me. Some of them had not even sat in a rickshaw. Oh common! How can anyone afford to miss the joy ride? Today I was summoned by my home

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Nazia could not believe what she just saw . . . It was a he and that he was a vampire too and just like her he was stealing blood and that too from the same hospital . . . “Akbar??!!! You also? Yyyyy . . . ewe!” she stammered and was horrified to find out that some other friend got to find out who she really was and what her past was. “Meow, howdy!” Akbar uttered and flashed back a vampire

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You would have heard elders saying that teachers are not respected anymore as they used to be when they were kids. However, I disagree, teachers are still respected, though, maybe not all, and times have changed, things have evolved; they don’t treat by the crook, they don’t beat up students. Virtual beating could be harsher . . . *hehehe* Procedures have evolved so have attitudes, they don’t

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Acrylic on CanvasJune 23, 2010

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Image Source: www.layoutsparks.com Life made fun of me,I became funny.What's inside my heart no one can see,but can guess that the thing inside my hat is a cute bunny! All I do is entertain people . . . I let them laugh at me.At times I wonder how I can be so brutal,to let myself decay from inside and set on the laughter spree! What haunts me, is the silence inside so loud.It really taunts me,

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Little Tim spent his remaining life proving people wrong,those who challenged him just made him strong. Some thought he was incapable and had a weak mind,but it was his determination that left a huge legacy behind . . .  He got the life, the career he had dreamed of,it killed the uncertainty and the rusted dagger of scoff. But what worried him was the loud silence;left by the feeling of being

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Dear Friend . . .  Don't come in my life to go away some day,I'm better off alone than to be tearful that day. You came in my life, you made me smile,you gave me hope out of this lonely exile . . . Don't come to imprison me back there some day,Else I have befriended enough lonely days to have my own way. Time will tell what you value more,that you would someday be ready to compromise this

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 Photo Courtesy: Frame Photography

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Creativity committed suicide through 'Above the Line' activity when it saw it's end approaching . . . courtesy Omore and Walls advertisements, let alone be Tarang that was making it feel nauseous since quite a long time. When Walls Badami advertisement was put on air, creativity got spat out from the agency's mouth just like the kulfi was from the actor's mouth when he was talking towards the

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Little Tim died in the arms of his best friend, 'Loneliness' . . . his past led to a self induced passiveness.Till his last breath he had a tumour growing within,though not physically present it made him weak and thin.It was a tumour of past secrets,that made visible his bleeding heart's invisible tears, for every silent moment invoked his worst fears.The entire world seemed to be his friend,

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This Friday as I was going to school, I decided to start revising my Experiential Marketing course for the exam the same evening. The day was hot and humid with a dry breeze mingled with the engine stench and moronic smokers’ cigarette smoke in the bus. Thankfully I had got a nice seat to sit in the bus and was enjoying the not at all crowded bus of the evening. For a change, the flyover at

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I have many users,yet I am alone.My positioning strategy was perfect,now I don't know what's wrong!Viral marketing worked well,assuming; in the inbox, people will now dwell.If space is what you need,I also give 5 GB . . . Why are my competitors taking the lead?I think whether my existence 'was' or 'will be' . . .I tried to scare people that they will be charged,'Damn you ! We have options', they

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At one point in time,life allows you a closer look.When everything just seems fine,it turns into an unpredictable book. You never know what the next page holds,as each character is revealed and bitter truth unfolds.It's an exciting page turner,what seems to be a short myth,could make man a great learner.And this is what's called 'Transition';where characters become part of the story;some through

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A few days back a friend of mine, Mehr Azeem shared a video on Face Book that reminded of some interesting school memories. Well, school memories are always pleasant and tend to make people nostalgic as well, for many things I'm sure . . . nothing would ever get as wonderful again as school life. So what I actually got reminded of were my Maths and Physics class. It is about when I was in class

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  My past thoughts haunt me,as a demon would . . .I sleep with my never ending plea,to avoid nightmares if I could ! I can't stop dreading over my past,it's so visible !It's a nightmare that will forever last,with it's effects so invincible . . . With this nightmare so eternal,and inevitable whether I am asleep or awake;The guilt grows like a tumor so deep,for some feelings I will always fake . .

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It's something to wonder about . . . whether everyone on your facebook account is really a friend.'Be careful', is the warning so loud,but having hundreds added is a good trend. It is the electronic socialisation,where together exist your friend and foe;and it's social media's rationalisation,where you would receive a virtual death blow. Of all the things that you share,remember to like it

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Why can't there be peace in our city?It's enough now!Media exploitation is a great pity,I won't let 'em misguide me I hereby vow! Our situation gets exaggerated by all,for the pursuit of a divided map . . . Apprentices mislead at international media's call;to facilitate a planned communication gap. What once used to be the city of lights,is now the city of frights.We lost our reputation ages ago

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A traveler's greatest nightmare is the vicinity of Cantt  Station. It's a curse for people traveling in overloaded buses . . . it's an abuse . . . abuse to the road! But wait a minute where did the road come from? There isn't any road left . . . oh yes, there was once a road that perished due to heavy rain and continuous sewerage spills throughout the year. So . . . the bus turned towards Cantt

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My class had got off and I paced from 100 to 90 towards the Makai wala with a friend. All of a sudden a ferocious looking black hound came out from the old building in between. It was really huge, shiny and compact . . . It was what could be described as horribly healthy, it came out jumping merrily when one of my class mates revealed friendly gestures towards this being and later kept patting

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I see a lot of people,multiplied by double faces . . .I feel their deeds,leaving behind evil traces . . .  One face seeks personal opportunity,though at others' expense.The other seeks betterment of humanity,while it's nothing but pretense. Stab me in front than at the back,for it hurts less.But this realisation double faces will always lack,while they continue causing stress. I witness a lot of

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(written in 2004) The sea is crazy ,it makes one feel lost into it.When life seems hazy,it's the place where to feel fit.As sunset approaches near,the sea gulls go brandishing the fish they catch;which seems a charm so dear.The horizon then fades the day tinge it loves to snatch.When the turbulent waves settle in peaceful silence,to send spine chilling worries of one's sense;the blending hues of

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Take me back to my childhood zone,take me to those carefree moments.To the time of our first household phone,and teachers' report card comments. Let me go back to play Mortal Combat,Doom, Heretic and retain all childhood fat.Let me kill those monsters again,Farmville requests have become a growing pain . . . =) Take me to my school days,that punctual morning routine . . . Take me to the time

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While I was returning from my late, late, late evening class at night I notived the cameras around and what good they were of to the society . . . I walked and walked and before I could stop and wait, the bus was almost already. Alas! I felt so revived and elated for being blessed with immediate transport. The bus went past the underpass then a spot where there were green and white lights . . .

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Loneliness is your best friend,though socialising is the latest trend. It gives you company,in those silent hours of agony . . .  It admires you, it embraces you,when all that's left is virtual social residue. It assists you, it teaches you,that friends seem many but true ones, few ! What really facilitates the thought process,is this friend that you always try to suppress ! It is a situation of

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One fine Monday I got ready to go for my evening class . . . I paced through the road amidst people shopping enthusiastically . . . eeee . . . something I am really allergic to, it seems more like 'birds of a feather flock together. I finally managed to get through the chaos and at the spot I was to get the bus from. That area is good enough because I can lean against the showroom's car and read

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Friends come and go in life,like footprints on sand.Most get washed away with time,leaving you once again like barren land. Hardly few survive through your thick and thin,when finally you realise friendship was a sin.The face that had two sides . . . gets swept away with opportunistic tides. The truth that really offends,is that most were never really your friends.It is a harsh situation,when

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It's strange when you accost a few things in you life that remind you of your childhood . . . the nostalgia could be so painful that it would bring you at the verge of shattering into pieces. However, such pleasant memories remind you of how beautiful life was when you were a child.  I chanced upon once such thing today. Yes . . . the picture that is uploaded is a drawing I made back when I was

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Where am I?Who am I? When I got conscious,I found myself deserted by my own self.In the nightmare, so ferocious,it was hard to break free from the slumber. Every morning I wake up in search of happiness,just like a new self.But I am left aside to grieve upon my loneliness,to mourn upon the happenings and an obscure self. I am lost in despairing thoughts,I do not know the way out.My mind is

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Without you my life was an unsolved mystery, with you it's going to become a cherished history.You eased out my difficulties, and enhanced my capabilities.I always long for you,when all teh affection is due.I admire you greatly,Knowing that everyone else falls for you madly!It's always easy to write praising words with you,when there's no one but you & me and me & you . . . Oh ! Thank you ! Thank

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I wear glasses to observe the masses, all I do is sleep in classes.Don't shift me from the last row, nowhere else would I want to go.Three hour classes lull me to sleep, no one disturb my slumber so deep.

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What could be seen . . .   Is that one really a human being? What could be heard . . .   isn't that the sound of some wild bird? Which now bites when fights . . .   Is it a civilised device of any word? The one who calls otehrs a terrorist . . .   isn't he himself a war activist? Watch out for the zoo that rules,   it's the stout democracy that fools! Those who call themselves free,  why do

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I know it has got pretty late to talk about this movie but I got some time to actually share my views about it. 2012 was an awesome disaster movie in terms of meticulous effects yet so funny that one would laugh rather than feel scared at the sudden twists and turns shown. I don't understand why there are black presidents in all disaster movies and that they are among the first ones to die

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Trust? What is that? Expectations? Should you really expect anything from any one? No! There is no use because first of all you should not expect anything, especially if you are seeking compensation for your hard work . . . In today's world I fail to trust people, in other words, with my education and interaction with the real world I have been taught not to trust anyone because the majority is

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If the world ends in 2012, I won't waste money on MBA. If predictions come true, I shall soon put my books away . . . Swimming for life would become my norm, jungle resident would become my crazy, nasty form. I would fight for traces of land, grow a farm and steal neighbours' chickens to expand! What's happening? Oh the Earth's crust, the Earth's crust . . . . . . it's the elite generated

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You mean everything in life to me, I have waited enough . . . But hindrances do I still see! Such a journey couldn't have been more painful, while many suggest it's the most gleeful. So much I have been through just to get to you . . . But I still doubt what people say about me and you! 48 doors have I seen . . . To have you I'm still so keen. Time have I lost apart from a lost mind, but

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I mean, "WHAT THE HELL!!!" as in HELL, HELL. Why do we get what we haven't paid for? Why a service someone wasn't made for? Are we test subjects for some credit hours? Because a few assume we are from Mars! Why do we run after grades, when the knowledge gained just fades! WHAT THE HELL!!! Frustration is all I smell . . . Why are there service quality gaps? when our commitments had no naps . . .

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I wonder why people really have to behave like bananas . . . why they end up peeling themselves, thus revealing the their true inner face but unlike a banana they are black and rotten from inside. When such people are sprinkled in projects and organisations they don't make the topping look resplendent, rather they make sure that they are dominating enough to to protect their egos and opinions.

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I dwell seas and oceans away, To reach thy destiny.And to be more precise to say, Things now fear mutiny.How long must the soul stay. . . For the body that now changeth into a monotony.Our lives shall thus sway, Like crisp autumn leaves;In search for a way. . . To find driftwood heaps.But whence the rivers of hope turn dry, And anguish creeps;To hinder the echo of a mournful cry. The

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After their high school, old friends; Steven Jobs and Steven Wozniak started working in Atari and Hewlett Packard respectively. Out of the admiration for electronic invention, Wozniak designed a computer which later came to be known as Apple I. It was at the insistence of jobs that it got introduced in the market for sale. It was introduced in the market in 1976.After having created Apple II,

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Alas! Here we witness the launch of a new semester at Szabist, luckily for people like me it's the seventh semester and the last year of BBA but for newcomers . . . Well, my dear friends, the cats are already there to welcome you at lunch, however, they are your guests not your hosts.Seventh semester has charms and grievances of it's own, one of them is a symptom or rather a disease known as 'Zab

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"Confession of a BBA student at Szabist"10,000 times I do the same mistake,what's left is my grade at stake.Imparting knowledge causes no change,however, I would get a degree in exchange.10,000 times would my teacher correct my mistake;but the same mistake I would continue in exams;yet comes my teacher again to fix up our RAM's.Crossing 70 would let me breakeven (just pass with a C),'No gain, no

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