tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155443922011-04-21T15:13:40.284-07:00jabbing to exploretejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656394391356073444noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544392.post-1129402416447498932005-10-15T07:02:00.000-07:002005-10-15T11:53:36.476-07:00As soon as I enter my doorway, I panic a lot due to several reasons...<br /><ul> <li>Exams are on the way, didn't even start a piece of work that shud be done.</li> <li>Neighbouring doorways are laughing at my doorway, of the reason that the success achieved by me...</li> <li>My doorway is pleasing me to achieve one glory rather than pinnacle..</li> <li>Considering my doorways entreatment, I casted my eye over acads and started reading them but unfortunately the concept here was abt gateways but not doorways..so stopped reading it..</li> <li>Finally I had an agreement with my doorway that, I will achieve glory even once..</li> </ul> Thats the problem with my doorway, not only with my doorway but its my problem too....<br />One can feel happy in his college life, only when he get good grades... possibly that requires lot of hard work too... The problem with me from my eleventh class is that I consider myself being pessimistic...not too confident in approaching things..<br />Now thinking in optimistic view,achieving ground zero is not a big task for me...but it requires confidence in doing and experimenting things..<br /><br />Finally remembering the words of famous author that, One can only achieve success by undergoing my pains...but this proverb doesn't suit me...Till now I underwent many pains but there is no success for me and my doorway...There is another proverb as serendipity strikes door only once, but bad fortune hits door until one opens the door...<br />I and my doorway hopes that good fortune strikes my door atleast once...<br /><br />PS: Finally my doorway pleased me to display its number so that valuable comments can help me, so my doorway number is <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">#361</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544392-112940241644749893?l=tejapv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656394391356073444noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544392.post-1127635113799190682005-09-25T00:55:00.000-07:002005-09-25T00:58:33.803-07:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">In the early morning when winter touches its tall and gust passes through the miniature pores, which further passes through the free end of hustlers, an adolescent pulls his sensitive petals and couldn't find anything. Being in a confused state, dont even know the dictionary of nostalgia atlast figures out something ogle. He might be thrown to destitute without his knowledge, particularly depends on his destiny.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Finally petals opened at an angle of 3 degrees. Poor unit doesnt know whats good and what wrong in this huge n beautiful n busy world. kept things to his knowledge, like a detective. Seems to be so selfish at that time. Doesnt know what is what and what is how and what is why and what is where not only questions but many things. Has acknowledgements where ever he goes..................</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Realizing now, that day when a KG of weight is thrown to this earth, feeling awkward to do things at that time. That day was the day which I was been put to this huge earth, ie., my day of birth. Didnt do anything good from that time onwards. Chances of doing good is more in the future.....</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">PS: My date of birth is 9th August.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544392-112763511379919068?l=tejapv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656394391356073444noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544392.post-1126284361962546002005-09-09T09:19:00.000-07:002005-09-09T09:46:02.000-07:00<span style="font-family: webdings;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Here starts my journey towards achieving ground zero. Nothing happened well today except blanket drill. No clashes, no scuffles etc.. went just like a feather in the air... I describe myself today as an optimistic, stubborn, dour, lethargic and studious... well settled with net and other things...No important topics to discuss today...Meet u tomorrow, stay tuned.....</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544392-112628436196254600?l=tejapv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656394391356073444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544392.post-1124370433441401972005-08-18T18:38:00.000-07:002005-08-18T06:07:13.446-07:00Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,<br /> Night on the ocean settles dark and mute,<br />A child swinging on a cradle in a esplanade,<br /> The flowers blushing in that aphasiac night,<br /> All is black shadow but the lucid line<br /> Marked by the light surf on the level sand.<br /> -- Teja.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544392-112437043344140197?l=tejapv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656394391356073444noreply@blogger.com0