so here i am.... the branded loser.yeah i am loser and i admit this.i flunk my grades ,i cant control my impulses.you need to have complete control over your impulses to win something........
but enough is enough ,i thus hereby conclude my life of dispairs and start a new life from this moment on the name of providence (am a hindu) that i will lead a new life frm this moment..........................................no more for sure........................................

loser remains loser ............ i erred again,,,,,,,,,but no more ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i promise.............

i would review myself on every 15th day ......................so no more chance .

day of start-march 2008

last day- july 2011

MY LOVE
so kaisi ho tum.i dont want to twist this matter and neither i wanna lose the friend in you,,,,,,,,,so if its a no then we can continue being friends.....i just wanna ask "will you be my valentine for this year and for years to come?"if its no then we can continue being friends,i would also like to dedicate some lines I love thee, as I love the calm Of sweet, star-lighted hours!I love thee, as I love the balm Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last Rich smile of fading day,Which lingereth, like the look we cast, On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone Of some soft-breathing fluteWhose soul is wak'd for me alone, When all beside is mute.
I love thee as I love the first Young violet of the spring;Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd, To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full, Clear gushings of the song,Which lonely-sad-and beautiful- At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet The hours of rest and dew;When melody and moonlight meet To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves The freedom of its wing,On which delightedly it moves In wildest wandering.
I love thee as I love the swell, And hush, of some low strain,Which bringeth, by its gentle spell, The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee Nought earthly can allure:'Tis ever link'd to all I see Of gifted-high-and pure!BYEEEEE