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Hello, puys.. I'm thinking to do Journalism in writing.. What are the premier colleges in India besides IIMC? I'm new to this field,please give suggestions. How is MICA? And how is this online course in Digital Marketing from MICA? What are other good colleges? for Post grad. I've done B.COM(H) from University of Delhi. Kindly, answer all my questions.
Don't take someone's silence as his pride;
perhaps he is busy fighting with himself.
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I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by YOU
guys u had done this atleast onces 😄 🍻
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@rasrjha @Rohit143 @Churri @6an-6an @koool.Miike @raghavsimply @kiara09
Mom makes us read your posts everyday, we love the jokes and the motivational messages you guys put up on PG. Thank you. 🌹
Friendship is not about "sorry".
Its about "saari ghalti teri thi".. :
Friendship is not about "THANKS".
Its about "koi Ehsaan nahi kiya mujhpe"..
Friendship is not about "I miss u".
Its about "kahan mar gaye thay itne din"?
Friendship is not about "I understand".
Its about "hamesha main hi kyun samjhoon"? :
Friendship is not about "I'm happy 4 ur success"..
Itz about "chal beta treat de"? :
Friendship is not about "are u coming to see us tomorrow"?
Itz about "Dramaybazi band kar, aur chup chaap chal mere sath" :
The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be - Marcel Pagnol.
Could not resist sharing !
Good morning
Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.
He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.
After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.
He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?"
"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied.
"Look closer," he said, "and touch the potatoes." She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.
"Father, what does this mean?" she asked.
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity- the boiling water.
However, each one reacted differently.
The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.
However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.
"Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? "
Moral:
In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.
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What is opposite of two? A lonely me añd a lonely you. 😔
"Kisi Ke Dil Mein Bas Ke Dil Ko Tadpaanaa Nahi Accha
Nigahon Ko Chalakate Dekhke Chup Jaanaa Nahi Accha
Umidon Ke Khile Gulshan Ko Jhulsana Nahi Accha
Hume Tum Bin Koi Jachta Nahi Hum Kya Kare..."
Good morning
An excerpt from my life!
The moment when you are walking with your crush and suddenly your hand touches hers and fingers get locked. Now neither of you are holding hand properly nor trying to leave it.
Then, the musical notes your heart plays. The colour your cheeks portrays. The nervous dance your fingers perform. The curtain your eyes bring. The silence which speaks the most. The gravity which intensifies. The feeling that I can't describe.
After gaining some courage when you make an eye contact and then blush together. And feel that your hand is now being hold tightly by her. THAT MOMENT IS JUST........