I am living with Ghosts!

CaptureI have been going through a tough time in my life. I feel I can share what it’s like and what it is all about sharing spaces and living with ghosts and I do hope you will understand me.

I am living with ghosts!

Seriously dude..? Yes, but different type and I am as sure as hell has their beast master, I know it in my bones and I don’t need an Ouija board to prove to you they are here. I know they are everywhere and I could even see them and even talk to them and right now I could hear their footsteps approaching my dorm room. They are not frightening like you would think they could be, this I, realized only after sharing and staying with them for so many years now. Unless.. Unless what.. You pissed them off!
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Being a Blogger!

iStock_BlogTypeWriter-e1355120416611You know how they say the pen is mightier than the sword. Not sure who originally wrote that, but I’m going to put my personal spin on it.

If you blog, prepare to make friends, frenemies and enemies. You will make some people laugh, some people cry, some people look over their shoulder, some people will re-examine everything they thought was true and some people will just read themselves into anything and everything you write.
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Dear Future Wife

CaptureDear Future Wife,

As I waited for my class today I found myself thinking about you and realized I must be careful when thinking about you, if you exist I mean. The reasons I need to be careful is just simple: I am afraid that I might make you an idol or think that you are perfect. I must know that just like me you have flaws. Oh beautiful and precious flaws that I would not want to change because they make you you. Also, I am afraid to think and make you into something you’re not.
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The Devil of Joints

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“Gout, gout, gout leave me be”- Author

Humans.. We are DNA-based living organism. You may not regard yourself to be a machine, but one way or the other human is a machine. Some may argue that we are just made of flesh and bones. How could we be possibly a machine? Yes, that is also true we are flesh and bones, but being a machine does it imply to be made from iron, steel and kilometers of wiring? I don’t quite think you think that way too. So, we are machine: a DNA-based computer! I know that sounds crazy, but with a thought processing unit, a machine who can feel pain, sorrow and joy compared to the other machine we know yes we are machine. I am not making that up this is it the real deal. It depends on you whether or not you gulp it! Sometimes we need to change the way we think things.

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I love it!

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Save earth it is the only planet with Zarda Paan- Author

This may not be an easy thing to write. I have been keeping this successful secret in the dark for so long, trying my best to hide it away from people and friends. Despite some close friends and family knew what I am into, but most of them don’t. This might not be a great deal to you, but this is the demon I am fighting, something I can’t beat!!

All through my usage, I told myself, “I can handle it.” Even if this was true in the beginning, it is not so now. The tobacco handled me. I lived to use and used to live. Very simply, an addict is a person whose life is controlled by drugs. All of us have preconceived ideas about what an addict is. There is nothing shameful about being an addict.
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Worthy is the DOG that was slain

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If I have a den full of big fat dogs for food I will consider myself a millionaire- Author

One of the first questions your friends back home will ask you after you stayed away from home (Vai-Ram) is how many dogs (street dog) you have killed. I have been staying in Jorhat from 2010 and August of this year will complete my three years stay and I have killed none. This killing dog thing is some way to prove to your friends (not necessarily to elders, parents or sisters) back home that you are really outside the state and it’s embarrassing to tell them you have not. I used to think this as same as some kind of African tribal rituals to prove a boy is a man or a gang initiation to let them know that you are part of them. So I made a mental note that the next time I have the chance I will not miss it!
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