actually i dont know the meaning of attraction and love
but i surely tell difference between the attraction and love with my mind becaz
starting days of in vizianagaram(1st b.tech,jntu)
i feel that "no one can impress me with his phizics and chemistry nature " but
one day oct 28.2008 -every day go to college by clg bus,but on that day i sitdown in bus stand waiting for bus,that time i watch one lady(mango colour face,love symbol red colour lips..........etc) with nice loose hair and white dressed..
on that time in my mind " i'll crazy about her and i decided to love her"
but nenu ade love anukoni,so everyday i watch that lady ..,feel happy,she was also my btech colleg,after one year i missed her with some reasons
so i decided that is not love thats only attraction becaz 1.i watch her face, not her mind
2.iam not dare to express the matter (if that is love so i express my love to her)
3.when the time of i missed her,no feeling(cry....something) is obtained
her name is nishitha
cse branch
photo kavalante facebook lo name type cheyandi
so that is eactly attraction
bye
Sep 30, 2010
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CHAMPION SKILLS
THE CHAMPION
july2, 2009
He was a man of flesh and blood. He wasn't made of rock.
Angel, devil, child, - man of ordinary stock.
But somehow he was different - true athletes always are-
For as he cursed, sweated, and bled, he took pride in the scar.
They told him to win like a man, no matter what the cost;
So many times he ventured forth; so many times he lost.
And when they turned around and said, "It's OK son, you tried,"
He clenched his headgear in his fist, and like a man he cried.
But from his tears came anger; then, when it ceased to spin,
He rose again, determined that next time he would win.
His trembling body strengthened; his heart soared in sky.
His darkened soul stood flaming; there was fire in his eye.
He worked and worked relentlessly; he struggled and he strained.
His conscience whipped him mercilessly for every ounce he gained.
He ran on legs like pistons; his muscled arms grew sore;
He'd tell himself, "I have to" then ask himself, "What for?"
And then, at last, the reckoning: the final hour was here,
His stomach tightened dangerously, his muscles tensed with fear.
Weak-kneed, he shook the challenger's hand-
And then, as one possessed,
His instincts gave him power, and his body did the rest.
It suddenly was ended. His body seemed to scatter.
A crowd was cheering somewhere, but to him it did not matter.
One thought was gleaming in his brain, a thought that made him smile.
He's given it all he had, and that's what made it all worthwhile
He stood and faced his teammates, with pride instead of shame.
He knew not that he'd won or lost, but that he'd played the game.
And some call him THE WRESTLER, and some call him A MAN,
But he called himself a WINNER...
And the ref held up his hand.
--- Author -champion
july2, 2009
He was a man of flesh and blood. He wasn't made of rock.
Angel, devil, child, - man of ordinary stock.
But somehow he was different - true athletes always are-
For as he cursed, sweated, and bled, he took pride in the scar.
They told him to win like a man, no matter what the cost;
So many times he ventured forth; so many times he lost.
And when they turned around and said, "It's OK son, you tried,"
He clenched his headgear in his fist, and like a man he cried.
But from his tears came anger; then, when it ceased to spin,
He rose again, determined that next time he would win.
His trembling body strengthened; his heart soared in sky.
His darkened soul stood flaming; there was fire in his eye.
He worked and worked relentlessly; he struggled and he strained.
His conscience whipped him mercilessly for every ounce he gained.
He ran on legs like pistons; his muscled arms grew sore;
He'd tell himself, "I have to" then ask himself, "What for?"
And then, at last, the reckoning: the final hour was here,
His stomach tightened dangerously, his muscles tensed with fear.
Weak-kneed, he shook the challenger's hand-
And then, as one possessed,
His instincts gave him power, and his body did the rest.
It suddenly was ended. His body seemed to scatter.
A crowd was cheering somewhere, but to him it did not matter.
One thought was gleaming in his brain, a thought that made him smile.
He's given it all he had, and that's what made it all worthwhile
He stood and faced his teammates, with pride instead of shame.
He knew not that he'd won or lost, but that he'd played the game.
And some call him THE WRESTLER, and some call him A MAN,
But he called himself a WINNER...
And the ref held up his hand.
--- Author -champion
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