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Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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My love,
I want to write to you today, expressing my deepest feeling towards you. I don’t know why my words escape me whenever I am with you. I never told you how much I love you. You’re thought never leave me alone, I crave for your presence all the time. But when I am with you I speak about trivial things in life. Things which never gather my attention when I am alone in my loneliness. How should I express my love to you my dear when you don’t even know that I love you. How should I say what are you to me. Tell me my love, how should say, I am in love with you.
Time is biggest illusion when I am with you it passes so quickly when I am not with you it drags to useless part-time. When I see your face I forget all the sorrow within me and only you bliss remains. Life becomes a joyride when you accompany me. I travel far wide just for getting a glimpse of you and talk on you about you. Then again a layer of falseness appears between us as I am unable to reveal my true self to you. Tell me my dear why I am so scared of telling you who I am. A layer surrounded by my artificial performance showing you that I am not affected by your aroma. How untrue are those dramas of our life. The again my dear, if you escape my brilliant act on the life stage and venture into my eyes you would see a different me. Then again I don’t know how to tell you to look at me. Tell me my love, how should say, I am in love with you.
I write to you hundreds letters a day to you, but they never reach you. You would never know how much I love you. I try to write my heart to those words thinking of you all the time. But again my dear you would be completely unaware of those unfriendly words, which betray me all the time. As they lack the capacity to communicate what I want to say to you. I see you are smiling at your loved once the one that always surround you. Your optimistic nature of life leaves the place blissful and happy. It resonates with strings of my heart. You think you are liked by many, but then again do you how many love you? I don’t know how to stand apart from those rests of your mates. Tell me my love, how should say, I am in love with you.
Love is too much to ask for from you. As I have surpass that stage of where you love someone just because they love you back. You are in me. My every cell in the body survives on your breath. I don’t know what life is without you, I never knew unless I saw you. Now when I sit in front of you I see what life is. You showed me greatest happiness and misery. Loving you is beyond my control my heart doesn’t beat for me anymore. It has always been your only your! I wonder if you ever know someone loved you so much. I don’t know how show you that part of me to you. I am so scared to lose what I have of you right now. Then tell me, how should say, I am in love with you.
This is one of those hundreds of letter that I wrote you. You would never read it. Things sometime get hazy when love and friendship are misunderstood. I still remember looking at your eyes that mesmerized me and said thousand words to me. They confuse me all the time. Sometime I feel like stealing you from this world to keep that innocence of your heart alive. Why do you have to so ignorant to my feeling? Why can’t you see my death every day without you? Several years have passed since I first saw you. But even today you never fail to make me love you. So, tell me, how should say, I am in love with you. Forever.
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From
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‘You and I’ yes that’s the name of our love story. You became a part of me without my knowledge. I never realized you would be inside me to an extent that all layers of artificiality would disappear and we will become one. How could I ever forget the day we met, my friend told me there is a new boy in the building. Dress with pride he said you are intellectually well aware. I solemnly ignore the first half and lovingly digested the other one. Right from start I knew there would be something between us. He started other topic to discuss and ignored your name after that. I became more and more curious to know who you are. Series of laughter followed on various events happening around us. And my mind gave a fake smile to all but my heart started a patience journey towards your heart not knowing where it was going.
Then you came running upstairs taking the groceries for your house. I still remember your face, not that handsome but I avoided that feature of your. Strong build body, a good 5 9’ height and a clever face. You looked real! Seeing us a laughing at ourselves, you just stood there to ask a guy his name. But for some reason you misspelled it. The boy to the shock gave a straight face reply and corrected you. But you never paid attention to the details and hurried your way home. I couldn't take my eyes off you as you moved from one step to another and I could see how turns of the staircase swallowed your shadow. You disappeared in those stairs and my eyes couldn't figure out where you are anymore. I started to miss you then and long for your arrival again.
And my other friends started to mimic you just to spread few more seeds of laughter. I reluctantly joined in but at the same time felt bad as they were laughing on you. It was just beginning of my 8 th grade. To my surprise I came to know that we are in same class but in different school. That’s how our love story started right from the start I knew that I found the home for my heart. Color and promises are just beginning to start between us as we were destined to become one.
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Posted on
Thursday, March 28, 2013
4:50:15 AM
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From
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It was a dark night and every street felt silent out of fear of darkness. He came strolling down the lane. He had an expressionless face but look to die for . Strongly build body and 6 feet height. Cold breeze could not have any effect on his posture. He had grown up in this weather and he no longer responds to cold with shiver. His heart has grown strong and ruthless to any human feelings. He no longer felt joy and sadnesses. Everything was same to him. Earlier in his life he never got a chance to be close to anyone and on later on he even lost interest to be touched by anyone.
Destruction and construction of life were same to him. Something inside him has fallen silent. The only friend he had for a long time now no longer utter a word. The man who is not friend with himself can’t be friend with anyone. He knew that badly. His every attempt to get that friend back fails. After this point came into his life; night and day, friends and foes were same.
The delight he got once he killed someone was no longer felt. He had stopped indulging himself in power play. Now shooting someone down was just a profession for him. People in his businesses loved him because unlike then he does not fear death. Death was always welcome to his door. That made him best in his profession people were ready to pay him heavy money. But money never satisfied his hunger for life. His thought has died down and he no longer felt the need of rupees to satisfy his needs. Feeling and emotions were a remote expression for him he was beyond their grasp.
He couldn’t feel love for anyone hence he was always able to carry out his task without any remorse. No amount of pleading from his victims could stop him from carrying out the task. Killing was neither joy nor pain to him. He practically symbolizes living robot but with blood, flesh, nerves and a dead heart. No one has been able to touch him yet and he never yearned for human touch after he killed.
He walked down the way to his second home in the lonely street of Mumbai’s kamatipura. He came here often when he got bored of his one room flat. He walked straight up to the room of his girlfriend. Though he never loved her. He felt indebted to her since she once saved him from getting shot. Many girls in kamtipura wanted to have a night with him because of his looks but his strange personality never even gave them a chance to have him. Padmini walked into the room seeing him.
Padmini had a perfect feminine excellence face as pleasing face as the full moon. Fair and tender bright eyes. Her voice was low and soft. The harshness of her life has not left any mark on her face. She was clever in talks. She always waited for him in the dark lonely night. She was completely in love with him. But her every attempt to get to know him better failed. She always avoided all her customers when he was around. But today he came unannounced. She felt quite strange and deny to entertain anyone. She went straight to her room changed her clothes and greeted her love. Love is perhaps blind she thought. He was not ready to give her anything but she was ready to do anything for him. She came and sat beside him. She removed her blouse and kissed his lips. The kiss was deep. His hands moved down towards her skirt. He lifted her shirt and ran his finger slowly across her belly before raising her arms and slipping it off. He kissed her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, and she felt the moisture of his mouth linger wherever his lips had touched. She took his hand and led it to her breasts, and a whimper rose in her throat as he gently touched them.
Without speaking, she started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He felt her slide her hands inside, touching him lightly, exploring his body. She kissed his neck gently. With a little tempting, she pulled him closer. He lightly rubbed his chest against her, and she felt her body respond with anticipation. They finally were one and she cried out of pleasure.
When it was done. He lay beside her in the bed. Today something was different about him. He has changed. He got up from the bed to put his pant back. He silently stood near the window to look at romantic life of kamtipura. Padmini sensed the difference. She hated thinking of him with any other woman. She was well aware of his nature but her mind couldn’t stop thinking about his engagement with other woman. She couldn’t resist to ask him.
Her eyes about to fill with mixed emotions of fear and tear opens up. She inquires him ‘Where were you these many days?’. He in a very indifferent tone replied ‘I don’t know’. For this, she couldn’t control her anger her naked body got red with as blood of anger as it flowed in her vein. Her eyes go red and she just shouted at him ’what kind of mother fucking answer is that’. He understood her anger but he made no attempt to calm her down. She took her silence as an answer to her only fear about him that he will leave her one day. She couldn’t control her emotions and said in a teary voice ‘is there any other woman?’
He gave her a surprised look. He failed to love her who gave her everything, how could he ever love anyone one else. To this he gave a straight face reply ‘no’. Dead silence filled the room with with varied degree of emotions. Padmini could stop herself from breaking this distance between him and her. She asked him the reason for his absence for so long. To which he replies ‘He is about to meet death’.
She very well understood his profession and know that he meet death every day there was never a guarantee that he will ever come back and he never come to her complaining about it. But today was a different day, even night was dark and a sense of freedom surrounded him. As if this was the only thing he desired and now his long deep quench for freedom was coming to an end. But her heart was not ready to let him go anywhere. She tried to resist him in every possible way knowing deep down the heart that all her attempts were nothing but a vain. The wind blew hard in the darkest hour of the night making leafs to dance and come alive again. He moved towards the window to enjoy the dark night sky a sense of relief fell on his face. He no longer felt the pain he experienced in the a last few months. He was about to escape from the land indifference to his dreamland. He was today meeting death.
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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To my intelligent friend
He sat beside me after winning thousands wars.
His kingdom flourished with countless Gold.
Victory was his slave and pride was his attire
To a man who knows no loss
I ask him to play my chess cards.
Move, Move! I assure him more gold.
Move, Move! I assure him more kingdom.
Move, Move! I assure him beautiful women.
Move, Move! I assure him fame over a thousand years.
Move, Move! Make a mistake, Look up checkmate!
He lost his great empire in this game.
This is how greed tangle with human brain, leaving only traces of memory behind to regret.
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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If the time was the distance between us. Let’s reduce it by the increased pace of our heart heartbeat when we see each other.
Let all our inner inhibitions fall on the ground when we touch.
Our soul should dance to the song of eternity when you kiss me on my lips.
The rhythm of our body should create music of love which should be delight even to the fallen leaves on the ground.
Let the union of our body be the escape from the limitation of our minds.
When we touch the orgasm of our union lets meet the nirvana of our existence.
That is the moment when time stops and we no longer bound by the constraints of life.
And when we are separated lets unite again only to meet each other in spear of complete estacies and freedom from physical needs.
Lets our heart be one in union or in separation.
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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Let’s start with love today my love. Let me drink the sweetness of today’s wine with your lips.
This wine is sweetest of all and it surpasses all ecstasies and fill my every nerve with delight.
Let me rest in your feet and pray for you as you set me free from my bondage.
Your purest heart let me stumble upon my own impurities again and again to let me purify myself.
Your every word may be it refusal or acceptance is nothing but sheer delight to my ears.
I asked you for a place to stay for a night you allowed me to be inside you there is no
Place like that in this world.
I have realized through years of love with you that my soul grows in your presence.
You accepted me and connected with my spirit even though I wore a cloth of beggar.
To you, I bow down to empty myself only to be filled again with your love.
I write to you all the time to express my love then wonder why do I choose words.
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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The best part of not having something is the possibility of having it one day.
The best part of not having a lover is the possibility of still having a best lover in this whole world
The best part of falling is the option of getting up again.
The best part of life is hope and showing courage to believe in taking steps in completely unknown territory
Its about the manifestation positive energy around you all the time. It's the knowledge that you are both pain and remedy. Do not regret what you did not get it will eventually come back to you in a different form.
Fill every second with positivity and love. Promise me today my love that your every thought will be filled with infinite positive thoughts and love. Believe in love and love will reveal the truth and believe in truth and truth will set you free.
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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Once my nation was prosperous and wealthy not because it has gold, spices, and fertile soil but religion to live by.
Human life was much richer and worth living as religion was way of life not a part of life.
O man’ wake up from thy sleep, life is not end but its means to an end otherwise we would live here for eternity.
Do not try to cover life festering sores with masses of roses, do not try to cheat your-self, no one can.
Recognize yourself remember vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Save yourself with infinite love within you, let that love be self-less, fearless, and beyond bargaining and doubts.
Love not to gain something but love for love sake.
O man' wake up your time is limited every living being can survive the struggle of life even an insect can. Know there is life beyond senses.
O man' wake up! Wake up to thy destiny.
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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I sat on my bed waiting for the night to get darker and night silently waited for me to open up my heart.
They celebrated love today, I wished for the same
I asked the moon to take my message to my lover. Say your love keeps me alive in this careless world. Say your touch keeps me safe in this unsafe place. Say I will love you till my last breath. Say that I promise to love you forever and promise to never let go of that promise. Say I would rather have a moment with you than eternity without you.
I asked the moon to go slowly so that it won’t disturb my lover sleep and pat slowly on his back to wake him up, touch his feet which are grown tired of working all day and kiss his cheek which have failed to blossom since my departure. Love him for flawless feature and pray to him for his pure heart and deep thoughts.
To this moon replied I shall go to see your lover, the great man of his land. I shall bow down to his greatness and speak your message slowly.
Then the moon disappeared in the cloud. I lost myself in thought of my lover. The moon came back even more bright. The moon gave me a kiss on my cheek. And told me a message from my lover.
‘I don’t need a day to celebrate my love for you. Tomorrow no one will care but I will. I bow down to your kindness and generosity. You should be kissed every time by someone who knows how to kiss you. Oh Beloved takes me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love. I know everything but I don’t know how not to think about you. I can be without anyone, But not without you. Oh Beloved I love you more now because you take me closer to my creator and my lord. My love, Let us fall in love again.’
Listening to words my eyes filled with tears of love. Once again I was in love with my Lord.
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From
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When Music no longer is sweet to your ears, it has become noise.
When Beauty is no longer a delight to your eyes.
When Cleanliness is no longer perceived as a comfort to your body.
When you have explored every pleasure in the pleasure land.
When your lover has become a stranger.
When the beauty of night life stops pleasing you.
When drinks don't take you any higher.
When you have enjoyed all your senses.
When you want to drag this pleasure but it goes in vain.
When every attempt to fool yourself fails.
When the flower of happiness has started to fade its fragrance.
When the world outside doesn't understand your yearning for something real.
Then My lord, every man will stand silently to look within only to remember you.
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From
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The time will come when I will take my last breath, My eyes will grow tired of waking up again and will close forever. Then Death will come to me to take me away.
When life will no longer find me attractive. Death will ask me to surrender
Then I will close my eyes to go to thy doorstep.
With closed eyes I will see your infinite kingdom and your glory.
Then I will remember the time in vain when every thought which doesn't have you in it is nothing but a waste of my life.
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From
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I tried to sing songs of love to my fellow human.
Every time they broke my tone
I tried to love them beyond everything
They rejected me
My instrument remains untiring in their presence
I gave up myself to them but no word of praise was ever uttered by them.
Finally I gave in to your love only to find you
I should have been your humble servant since the beginning but I lost my way
O’ Master of universe forgive me and accept my humble request
From now on my only purpose in life would be to find you.
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Posted on
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
10:24:33 PM
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From
Nani Manna
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From
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Life turned her back on me, I desired death.
Looking at death eyes I drank sweet wine of my funeral.
I thought death would end my miseries but death came with the message of the lord.
To love the life I have.
I ran away from him all my life but death knocked his door.
He came to me when I lay in deep sleep.
I woke not, I behaved like an unfaithful servant.
He touched me with his blessing only to let me live again.
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Posted on
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
10:26:15 PM
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From
Nani Manna
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From
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I sway here and there fleeting towards my uncertain desire
You never took your eye off me and saved me from my own destructive mind.
I am thorn in your garden but you never failed to honor me with your presence.
I ran away from your infinite love all my life rolling myself in dirt of attachment but you never stop loving me.
I own every cell of my body to you but I always fail to praise you
Now, my heart wander in the midst of endless sorrow wondering what to do with my life.
Selfish me remember you and I could see nothing but greed, arrogance, cowardliness, infidelity, loneliness and ignorance in me.
If forgiveness is much to ask then I would only ask for strength to purify myself
I will wait for you forever until I am clean and you accept me once again as your child, Father!
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Posted on
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
9:22:37 AM
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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Posted on
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
10:27:47 PM
Modified on
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
10:31:39 PM
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From
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From
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We all want something so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all crave for something so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all suffer so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all have unfulfilled wishes so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all are obsessed with ourselves so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all are selfish so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all want more so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all are scared of death so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all want peace so do you, so am I, so is the world.
We all want lots of money, fame and power so do you, so am I, so is the world.
Why do we share so many commonalities?
Because, we all share a bond of spirit which is stronger than bond of blood.
We are not different but one.
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From
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You are a smile on my face,
You are the breath of my life,
You are pulse of my vein,
You are the hope of my dreams,
You are respect of my love,
You are a charioteer of my chariot,
You are freedom of my soul,
You are a vision to my eyes,
You are intellect to my brain,
You are silence of my mind,
You are god of my prayers,
You are the words of my poem,
You are here, there, everywhere for me,
How should I say who are you to me!
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From
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He comes and sees me completely unmoved of my beauty,
My beauty could mesmerized thousand but it has no effect on him,
I wonder what it’s for!
He is not that handsome I could see it,
He got smiling face with and big brown eyes.
He could keep you engage with his endless string of jokes.
You can’t help smiling in his presence.
He know I love him but that make no difference to him,
I wonder what it’s like to be in his arm,
I wonder if I could ever hug him,
I wonder if anyone can appreciate him as much I do,
Yet, for him I am just another girl!
He politely refuses my love,
And wait for another girl to come and rescue him,
He hardly recollect time spend together,
The only time that keeps me alive!
His presence takes my breath away,
I wait endlessly to have few minutes with him,
I hark back to everything he says and does,
I know what he likes what he don’t,
Yet, for him I am just another girl!
I was never a girl, who could make a boy her world,
But he was a world for me beyond my capacity to think,
He was everything I could possibly think of,
He was perfect!
I cherish every second of his presence,
Yet, for him I was just another girl!
He come and sits beside me,
To tell me he is leaving,
I could never see him again,
He does same with everyone around,
He silently walks away once he is done,
His shadow slowly disappear in stormy weather,
I can’t take my eye off even from the ground that touched him,
Yet, for him I was just another girl!
He leaves the place disillusioned,
And my heart sinks down to the thought of his absence,
To him I was no one but for me he was everything,
He might not be famous but he was most famous in my heart,
I sit there silently till everyone leave,
My heart is too heavy to come to term with this heavy news,
Tears roll down my eyes,
Nothing in this world can stop me from thinking about him,
Yet, for him I am just another girl.
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From
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Who is Dexter Morgan? For the people who don’t know him. He is a fictional character in TV and books who works as a police forensic analyst by day but kills strangers in the name of vigilante justice by night.
Dexter is an interesting character an anti-hero. He’s sort of the Robin Hood of murder; killing guilty people that he deems are doing harm to society or killing another innocent human being most of the time just for love of killing.
Season 4 aired its season finale on December 13, 2009 to a record-breaking audience of 2.6 million viewers, making it the most-watched original series episode ever. Ratings released from the Season 7 premiere of Dexter show that the Season 7 premiere was the most watched Dexter episode ever with over 3 million viewers.
Dexter series has enjoyed wide critical acclaim and popularity. Enjoyment of any TV serial is based on identification of the main character. So we all identify with Dexter Morgan, Really? A serial killer!
Why we like Dexter? Why its rating is so high?
What need to be look at is this Dexter’s character is not necessarily good or bad he is in between where majority of the audience fall. We all have good or bad qualities in us. We suppress our urge while Dexter embraces that side. He doesn’t try to get over his habit of killing while most of us do. Another point to be noticed is that his every attempt to change himself fails but why? Isn’t he just being a slave to his habit? Most of the people over look this part.
Dexter is shown as a person who removes trash, trash referring to his victims, who are unworthy to live in society. Criminal have been portrayed as distinct class in the society, this idea is still present in the show but distinction has been made on different kinds of criminal and thus Dexter is viewed positively because he only kills certain kinds of people. Another interesting phenomenon need to be noticed is this we accept Dexter because of dissatisfaction of current justice process. Dexter seem himself as a person who fill this gap. Most of the time viewers see that the murder is wrong but likability of Dexter overshadow that! Most important part is violence is justified! There is no justification of violence, ever!
Media dictate the elements that become part of popular culture. It has been show as majority of individual gather information about crime and killing through media. So media ultimately shape criminal mind. It’s not the other way round. So it possible that Dexter can inspire murder, well he already has!
An Indiana teenager Andrew Conley who said the serial-killer TV show “Dexter” inspired him to strangle his little 10-year-old brother pleaded not guilty. And he stated, ‘I feel just like him’. Another incident Mark Twitchell is accused of killing a total stranger, then trying to concoct an airtight alibi to match the perfect murder in one of his movie scripts. He was fascinated by Dexter Morgan. He began to live new Dexter-type double life.
So question arises who inspire whom? Media to society or society to media! Well its symbiotic relationship. But the point being media content is constantly being manipulated by big corporate to promote this own interest. As Noam Chomsky argues that the mass media of the United States “are effective and powerful ideological institutions that carry out a system-supportive propaganda function by reliance on market forces, internalized assumptions, and self-censorship, and without overt coercion”. Thus now we live in time where other tell us what to think and how much to think.
We need to think why this American TV shows are even made. They are not really made only for entertainment! They have a huge motive behind them. To distort people from real-time issue making people more dumb and self-centered than ever. Wonder why I am saying this. If people continue to watch such series they hardly care about what going in American parliament where actual murders are being committed. Such TV series desensitize people to killing so to some extent people won’t question killing of thousands of innocents people out there. Why are so many American not really bother about what’s happening in government departments? That a still larger picture.
But let look at ourselves for a minute what really happen to us after seeing Dexter don’t we become insensitive to murder. Don’t we think it’s alright to kill someone? Don’t we also develop aggressive feeling? Don’t we try to imitate Dexter to some extent? Don’t we think using a foul language like Deb is pretty okay?
We need to think about content generated by media one more time. Before we accept it completely.
On who is being benefited by it, the answer is definitely not us.
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This is a song about failing. As long as you got the freedom to fail you have the chance to hopefully get it right one day.
Lyrics:
She wakes up with a drink in her hand
She got her daddy's ideas
and a texas tan
and with her mommas eyes
could probably kickstart a war
She's got trouble in the house
cops in the street
a dozen people saw
but they don't know what they've seen
a girl with the whole world
is coming apart at the seams
yeah, She's had one chance in boston
she's had one chance in Vail
yeah She'll run till she's exhausted
thru rain, snow and hail
Now she's on her way to Phoenix
as another dream sets sail
with a spirit so tough
and the freedom to fail
she may be a prisoner to poverty
but her mind's set sail on the big blue sea
there are millions of things she says
money just cant buy
theres a breaking heart in guy tonight
six foot one but too tired too fight
he knows he aint wrong but he knows
it don't make him right
Ch
She looks life in the eye
says I'm prepared to die
to live
I may not always get it right
but I sleep in bed at night
like I did
Link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tm9VDvYGw6Q
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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My faourite song for now "I wanna be in love, but not just any kind of love. I want deep love, true love, never ending love."
Written and produced by: Jaron Lowenstein
Guitar, banjo, bass: Jimmy
Guitar and faking drums for the video: Jaron
Lyrics:
I wanna be in love
but not just any kinda love
I want deep love
true love
never ending love
I wish I
could come home
to someone who'd hug me
and never let go
and I want love like I see on TV
where you promise me the world
and you never set me free
CH
I want someone
I hold so tight
that I'd give up anything
for just one night
and I want to lose the air
deep in my lungs
when I wake up kissing her face
with the morning sun
CH
I know you're out there
'cause I'm here too
and I won't stop my searching
til I find you
and someday we'll only fight about
who found who
you'll say you found me babe
and I'll say I found you
Let all hope that someday we will all find our true love, becuase it one of the most beautiful feeling in this world. True love, never ending love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VPSSDmWw-k&feature=relmfu
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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My favourite song right now, by Sarah Solovay I Hate Him Lyrics
Hes got a crooked smile and big brown eyes,
Hes not that handsome but he keeps them mesmerized,
With his endless string of jokes and his lovely little lies,
He makes it seem so effortless, hes that kind of guy
But he never ever admits it when hes wrong,
Wont drop a fight until he knows he won,
He never keeps a girlfriend for too long,
Cause you cant tell if he loves you or if hes just leading you on
And I hate him cause an alarm in his head goes off whenever hes out of mine,
Sarah Solovay I Hate Him Lyrics
And I hate him cause then he calls at 2 a.m. and keeps me up all night,
And I hate him cause everyone else pales next to his bright light,
But I love him cause hes the only thing that makes me feel alive
I promised myself I wouldnt be that girl,
To make a single boy her world,
But things can get so crazy, oh you learn,
Control dont matter at all, either way you get burned
So I took a chance and let him in,
He let me down, fell to the lowest place Ive ever been,
Too scared to pick myself up cause I know whatll happen,
The whole thing will just start over again
Ohhh,
So I hate him cause an alarm in his head goes off whenever hes out of mine,
And I hate him cause then he calls at 2 a.m. and keeps me up all night,
And I hate him cause everyone else pales next to his bright light,
But I loved him cause hes the only thing that makes me feel alive
I want him as my first I love you,
Want him to kiss me in the rain,
I want to hear Ive been thinking of you,
I want the rest to go away,
Cause hes perfect, oh hes perfect,
In every single way,
But he plays these games,
And I cant tolerate it
I hate him cause hes the song in my head Im singing all the time,
Hate it cause its the same old melody with a pretty simple rhyme,
But theres a glitch in the technology and it plays on repeat,
Over and over the same thing happen to me
I hate him cause an alarm in his head goes off whenever hes out of mine,
And I hate him cause then he calls at 2 a.m. and keeps me up all night,
And I hate him cause everyone else pales next to his bright light,
But I loved him cause hes the only thing that makes me feel alive
Listen to it from - http://sarahsolovay.com/#a00/bandcamp
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From
Namita Fanindra Bhaladhare
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My current Favorite song - Beautiful Song with my favorite leading female actor Katrina Kaif
I don't know Where we're going, But I like the Direction !!!
May be You and Me gotta Strange Connection !!!
When I'm with you, I get led a Stray,
When I'm with you, I do whatever you say
When I'm with you, It's a Chain reaction,
Whenever I'm with you, I get a Piece of the Action !!!
I don't know where we're going, But I like the Direction !!!
You can download it from This link,
http://titanworld.com/in/the-brand/downloads/
To the women of spirit the link to the AD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zw-NoHDuows
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