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		<title>The Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 15:54:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I asked the portrait once, “Whom have you imprisoned, the sad, despaired one?” “I am the mirror”, she sneered, “Constrained, you are, and so veered”. I peeked into depth of her ephemeral core, “Who am I?” demanded myself. “In pursuit of Love, Lust and Happiness”, she jeered, “Disgraced, you are, and so humanly peered”. “What<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/the-mirror/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Demise Justified</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 17:42:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The periodic repeat of suicides in IIT Kharagpur &#160; Channelists pressmen cover artists and bloody gentlemen good evening. Well whitemen we are here to mourne. atleast your clothes are sober. well out of suicidal hangover. The panel has given me a task tougher a bit. To enthrust a view point for a better persuit. well<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/the-demise-justified/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Dororthy returns to Oz</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 17:46:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[                                                Dorothy had never seen so many cars. And these were all strange cars, totally unfamiliar to  Dorothy . She couldn’t make out whether the cars were old or new, for although they<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/dororthy-returns-to-oz/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>A question before the darkness dies</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 17:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[AUGUST 28.2011 12:00MIDNIGHT VENUE:BIDHAN CHAWK(aliasTHE LOVER&#8217;S POINT)named after the eminent B.C.ROY ABT THE LOCATION:THE FRONTIER OF CENTRAL LIBRARY(ACADEMICS) .as the darkness befalls it takes the alias name Its dark &#8230;dark enough. The central library takes the last call. The serious sons collect their stuff, and depart to their respective hall. The polites out of them<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/a-question-before-the-darkness-dies/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>A thought&#8230;&#8230;.!!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 17:44:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The real time happenings with a person is a RANDOM PROCESS with just one SAMPLE FUNCTION. Though it should not be random. It is random just bcoz the sample function is unknown. And it remains unknown forever&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;!!! The name given to that sample function is &#8220;FATE&#8221;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;!!!!!]]></description>
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		<title>Separation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 12:20:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[O lovely bird I cannot hear thou sing any more, Worldly distances separate our souls. You fly through the winds but alas it does not bring you here. Where art thou? Where art thou? My bird of strength! The greens and the hills do not matter to me anymore, my bird has flown. The leaves<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/separation-2/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons in self-belief</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 20:13:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. You are far more greater than anything that ever was or ever will be. 2. You can not die. Nothing can kill you. 3. You are a child of this planet, created by its soil and water, and you have a duty to fulfill towards it, by nursing and watering its plants. 4. You<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/lessons-in-self-belief/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Harbour at Rhodes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 20:11:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The silence pervading the place, where the cold winds blow, warning the ears to pay heed, as he holds out his chest in sheer strength, and with the sharpness of a sword, he is struck by the befall of the threatening tide, and as he flies his way to eternity, the tides dissolve in the<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/the-harbour-at-rhodes/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Questioning myself</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 20:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is there no reference point in this world? Who cares about bookish knowledge When real life is out there? Where there are infinite lands to explore, Who cares about a home? About shelter and security? About thoughts and ideals? When life can be an open bucket of joy, Why shouldn&#8217;t it be? When eternal and<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/questioning-myself/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Childhood</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 20:07:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It doesn&#8217;t matter, does it? It never mattered, did it? The sweetness of the clouds, the sad nature of my surrounding, Empty chirps and lonely souls, the dim darkness of the beautiful past, Childlike eye and innocent venture, the tumultuous life non-existent, Only the presence of silence all around, and deep, deep desires, Desires to<a class="rmore" href="http://blog.scholarsavenue.org/childhood/">&#160;&#160; Read More ...</a>]]></description>
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