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Patel and Me

Impulsive blogs are a bad idea -- I know that, still .....

First of all this is not a Choreo blog ... this is not a GC 2009 blog ... this blog is about "Patel and Me"

"Patel and Me" -- is naam pe Sandy aur main dono hi book likhne waale the. Book ka to pata nahi ...

All I know is one thing:
In my first year, jab mujhe Patel allot hua tha .... then many people (non patelian) said "Patel is a sports hall. Wahan Soc-Cult ka kuchh nahi ... baas bamboo kar ke tere se sports karwayenge" .... and I somehow believed that.

It's been 3 years since then. And today, perhaps only a handful of people know WHAT A CHOREO GOLD FEELS LIKE??? (Yo Bish for that ... i seriosly dint beleive that you could pull it off ... You dont know how grateful I am at being proven wrong for once.)

This blog is not for comments ... this is not for poetry .... this is not for compliments .... this is not for awesomeness.

This blog is for Sandy.

and to my partners in crime over the last 3 years, To Mithun and Apurv.

I am reallllly sorry to those jinke naam maine yahan nahi liye hain. This one is just very personal. This GOLD means something else to us. Had I been a little more of a girl, I surely would have cried !!!!

Again sorry if anyone feels left out. Impulsive blogs are a bad idea.

In the end ....
Patel is a sports hall .... And boy do I Love this statement now !!! :)
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  1. UnknownFebruary 13, 2009 12:47 AM

    well!! this is the first time i am commenting on your blog........ i am not able to find words for appreciating what u have written....but one thing i can say that i just broke down in tears.... and the credit to those who have been fighting for years to get that GOLD.

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  2. the full blood princeFebruary 13, 2009 1:30 AM

    ...............

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2009 1:41 AM

    all is well when end is well...something done with right sprit and right way always pay :)...Patel has already created a history!... thanx to bish, keeda and entire team...keep this tempo high...yooo Patel!

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  4. the full blood princeFebruary 13, 2009 1:50 AM

    okay.. had i been a girl.. i'd have cried too :)

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  5. Anup BishnoiFebruary 13, 2009 3:07 PM

    poor sissies all of u :P :P

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