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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2012 12:05:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 28</title>
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  <description>If intelligence is about adaptive application of one&apos;s conscious past to future in the present moment, why do the so called intelligent interpret &quot;live the moment&quot; as &quot;follow the flow&quot; of basic instincts/beliefs, devoiding it of any rational thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its common sense now-a-days to own the more recent of an evolving gadget/application, then why do some people consciously avoid thought over instincts/beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morality, in a blunt view is a way to keep the weak survive and a diverse society far from chaos. In an aesthatic view, it distinguishes civilized cities from animal kingdoms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition is a nature&apos;s way to select the most probable best. Its just a civilized word to describe the survival of the fittest as it is in the good old forrests. But then, why do people who resort to competition to pick the best, think that&apos;s a civilized approach.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 02:42:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 27</title>
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  <description>fighting for things you beleive in and for people who beleive in you... fighting for things people beleive in and for person you beleive in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the introspection and imagination run parallel, my definition of ME is beyond my comprehension.., at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we could beleive in is nonsense...nevertheless, some of them are aesthatic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of crap floating around hits the bottom faster than the Patterns.. for some, their creativity puts crap to a pattern and imagination expands the void inside to keep it afloat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships resemble weekend partys. It all depends on what and how much you take it in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, Weed and Women. What does each permutation of choice say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out different things is exciting and all that you feel..... but why do people think they are part of &apos;&apos;things&apos;&apos; and try out each other?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 20:23:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 26</title>
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  <description>If life is a joke, love is the freedom to laugh.. birth and death are just the timing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be or not to be, to live or not to live.. when someone leaves u with a choice, it might well be that he/she is making an effort to understand you and that he/she most often is urself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite mind boggling to me, a little thing like pleasure actually turn us into an addict of such a huge thing like life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an illusion is one in which we dont know what we have missed untill we have found it and when that something is found our whole perception changes withit our actions as well.. our lives are an illusion and our minds are obsessed with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are slaves to the choices we make and we sustain that slavery to feed our ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when our world goes up-side down, we run around laterally like a head less chicken... thats how dumb we are...why dont we just sit, relax and watch.. for, we adapt eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness in itself isnt really sad, its sad only when one cant afford to comprehend it..</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 15:39:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 25</title>
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  <description>when a stranger comes across and makes u feel, u as a stranger to urself... thats when you feel the stranger u have come across is not really a stranger but rather a part of urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility to a few in a billion only make them powerful but power to most of them would make everyone responsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we elect kids to our goverments... first up, choclates, subsidised or free.. second, gudbye to this education system.. definitely, no borders and no wars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an idea of myself , the moment that idea dissolves i am the vast nothingness that engulfs this universe...you see, its not the self but an idea of it that was denied of its existence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much of me is really mine? may be, i am just that bubble floating in the thin air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i tell the nature, that its beautiful? is it, she needed us to be conscious of her beauty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation resembles a lot to sex. In former, both complement each other through ideas and in the latter through actions. Just the right amount and the right timing. If one does it without the consent of the other, its a rape and this suggests religious leaders and politicians in words and actions should be just legally criminal..</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 19:55:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In pursuit of ... </title>
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  <description>every time, i see something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;it provokes me, &amp;quot;Is this real?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;thought preceding is a sweet poison&lt;br /&gt;dragging my mind into a romantic illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt I am happy&lt;br /&gt;I was told I am in love&lt;br /&gt;Questions are no where to be seen&lt;br /&gt;All I could see is the beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime, i see pain&lt;br /&gt;it provokes me, &amp;quot;Is this illusion?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;thought preceding is a bitter pill&lt;br /&gt;to swallow,I ask myself &amp;quot;what is real?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;Questions are all around me&lt;br /&gt;I was told to get off their sight&lt;br /&gt;But, all I care for is the truth</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 09:51:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 24</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Hatred is an expensive way to resent, which astonishingly is the most chosen one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we have is a consciousness crisis leading to all kinds of insecurities most notable being, the identity of the self and its recognition as a unique one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why ppl find it so hard to love those(things), who(which) cant love them back but incredibly obsessed with the love to possess them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty is one of those perceptual abstracts...the impression it has on a mind inspires the heart to love...art is an expression of it and for the reason of mutuality, sex is the only one reserved on that list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the act of living is a celebration in itself, then any other act in the name of celebration is a bit of an exaggaration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have neither money nor perseverance to change the world you are part of, you ought to have a heart to change yourself for you to be a part of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shallow minds and hollow lives...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 08:03:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 23</title>
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  <description>Some say &apos;&apos;ride the wave to understand it&apos;&apos; and others, &apos;&apos;understand the wave to ride it&apos;&apos;...Understanding is such an important thing for those who wish to ride this world full of enigma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our aspirations walk too far on the thin branches of a sapling, we are bound to be broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows of our minds are murkier, but some conscious ones keep finding ways to be in there, often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes belief ironic, for few is... it helps those few to climb the peak of their faith just to discover the vast nothingness of truth that exists on the other side, in consequence questioning us and our belief that once served...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adventures of my mind in the spotlight of my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;here i am, with a heart full of sorrow and a soul seeking solace&lt;br /&gt;born into a world, fighting for peace&lt;br /&gt;oh lord, if not me...&lt;br /&gt;at least, let the truth be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the star lit sky..,&lt;br /&gt;with the serenity of a full moon..;&lt;br /&gt;the tides of emotion run high..,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart as vast as a ocean..;&lt;br /&gt;some hit my mind as solid as a rock..,&lt;br /&gt;bursting to reach the ends..;&lt;br /&gt;puts the air around in a shock..,&lt;br /&gt;the rest, wet the sands..;&lt;br /&gt;as soft as my soul..,&lt;br /&gt;what is it that i feel..</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 20:04:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 22</title>
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  <description>when you grow young with that heart of the kid intact, your mind becomes that of a wise man...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes a man, a society in turn an entire civilisation prosperous is, how far in time we envision our survival which decides how far in consciousness we&amp;nbsp; grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an amazing thing our mind does.., dream...to ensure the kid in our heart stays calm for now, with all those false promises, like a parent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two things, a woman&apos;s love and death are such exciting, anxious and contrasting moments when on wait, yet both would be pretty much the same after an experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a leaf falling of the tree seem to be the happiest during its journey to the soil, the air with her arms around holds it tight to her heart all the way through..thats destiny and thats love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind is in such a misery that they cant give up their beliefs at any cost, which they acquired free of cost in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who can believe, even in the truth would fail to search for one....For, the truth is an ever eluding horizon...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:48:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 21</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Lack of motivation to think is a manifestation of ignorance in abundance, which these days is being cultivated in the name of education..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To survive one&apos;s memory is to live one&apos;s dream and to survive one&apos;s thought is to live one&apos;s hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is a two minute art, where as opinions are a never ending business prospect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To proudly accept what you are and expect the same from others is nothing less to being a witness of your own insecurities for an identity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the life slaps you in the face, how you respond to it shows how much love you have for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the ppl, their dreams hope and hopes dream..but for the rest, their thoughts imagine and imaginations think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a succesful politician or a film maker in a society like ours, u shud be able to tell stories that provide a testimony to what the majority believes in and what they feel proud abt...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 09:38:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... 20</title>
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  <description>I wonder, if the conscious effort to act as a group is the fear and the unconscious pull to do the same is unity or the other way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of us, Life is an addiction..we just cant give it up...can we!!!...and you call this optimism...:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl who are strong at their basics need the&amp;nbsp;consciousness&amp;nbsp;of a saint to question them...we need more dropouts to question our basics again and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we invest nearly half our lif&apos;e&apos;s time and energy in some ppl&apos;s ventures who claim to succeed in making the&amp;nbsp;other&amp;nbsp;half of our life feel secure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidity and intelligence exist in duality. Its our localised perception that makes the relation appear otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the still water, irrespective of its size reflects where it has come from, the rest are always on a move to join a even more big one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one who can understand silence, knows what it takes to be at peace....the &apos;&apos;nothing&apos;&apos;...but, the converse maynot hold to be true..</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 19:40:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought...19</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I see no shores, I cant swim, Iam drowning in this ocean of love..Only way to stay afloat and reach the shores is stop breathing for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is awesome just because of that some, else it could be aweful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if love is an abstract emotion as a result to satisfy one&apos;s irrational desires..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam born for a reason. i have a goal. i have a plan too. my power is my attitude. iam for,by,of the society. Iam your PC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every individual seems to &amp;quot;need a change&amp;quot;..and each generation seems to take it as &amp;quot;change of needs&amp;quot;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; gives an aesthetic sense to the expression of human romance, but the major use of the same is, as a prosthetic to the expression of human irrational desire..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people cant live a fairy tale of their own, they act like they are a part of somebody else&apos;s...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 11:16:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XVIII</title>
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  <description>Either you have the truth or an opinion, not both..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironical this may look, but the people who say &amp;quot;Life should be practical&amp;quot;, are the ones who avoid to experiment with it.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of death in life aint painful, but, the thought of life in death could be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who creates my ego and who hurts it are one and the same, I am just an emotional spectator to the show.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I gotto to live forever,&amp;nbsp;I commit to die over and over...If I gotto die someday,&amp;nbsp;I commit to live everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, when you feel something larger than life.., what has been fun all along, looks funny all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one can acknowledge the difference in the subjectivity of dreams and objectivity of desires,&amp;nbsp;the former doesnt transform to the latter..</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 11:14:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XVII</title>
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  <description>Women can never be sure, who loves them and men can never be sure, whom they cant love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is getting too optimistic to beleive in the truth about itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first,start with learning wat few have been thinking for ages..later,unlearn it and start doing it ur own..if not,u dont make a difference to this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Iam with one women, its dedication..but, when I do the same with many, its addiction...the only diff being who controls my well being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays so called busy society has been buying optimism,success and respect from few money makers at the expense of sense of humour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire is just like an attire,when you got none on you, men may like to look only if,either you are a kid or a girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, you understand to learn about this world, you would learn to understand about it..</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 11:13:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XVI</title>
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  <description>Even when we donot need to make a decision, we are desparate for a judgement, ignoring the very &lt;br /&gt;critical analytic nature of our experiences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, the proof to what looks evident in ones expression is missing..that sounds diplomatic but for some reason feels romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its my last day, I would make every effort to be with you..but, if its not,I continue to wait for one such effort from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you learn worth your joy, you would earn worth others greed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human wishes are deterministic in nature, but the evolution of them is pretty stochastic giving some space to hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acts through which, we are believed to pursue some happiness in life are so called responsibilties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things like ones heart that provide&amp;nbsp; warmth shouldnt be drenched very often. They are vulnerable to tears...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 10:57:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XV</title>
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  <description>For higher understanding of things, we need to look deep into their roots and play with them....often, You will be called a kid playing in mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survival is the intelligence..rest all is boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders are too far from my head to rest upon and arms are too short to go around them...I need other pair..interdependence is the joy and independence is just a comfort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wishes does come true, but when does the truth become my only wish.. if not, the last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first support urself on ur legs, then, keep running untill u look back and feel tired, then, get urself a partner to talk the talk and walk the walk, hand in hand for the rest of the journey..looks pretty simple, right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either make a choice or take a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true failure of life is, when you dont experience one for real</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:12:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Day with the Sun</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;It was still dark&lt;br /&gt;When I went for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Air felt pretty cold&lt;br /&gt;With darkness being bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to my talk&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if, time went for a walk&lt;br /&gt;With darkness fading out&lt;br /&gt;I could sense what this is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thick fog turning into mist&lt;br /&gt;And the light peeping through its fist&lt;br /&gt;Thus felt the birth of today&apos;s sun&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the hopes for everyones fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light got brighter&lt;br /&gt;As he rose further&lt;br /&gt;With leaves turning emotional&lt;br /&gt;For me it felt sensational&lt;br /&gt;The moment was serene&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, what a scene!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to watch him for the day&lt;br /&gt;As it was planned to be a holiday&lt;br /&gt;He continued furthur with no clue&lt;br /&gt;In result, sky appeared blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At mid-day he turned pretty hot&lt;br /&gt;Understandbly, everyone gave it a shot&lt;br /&gt;Lying down naked on the sand&lt;br /&gt;As I looked for a refresh stand&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I felt naughty&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, that was a beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I saw his way further&lt;br /&gt;Chances didn&apos;t look brighter&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he got no way&lt;br /&gt;But to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the moment approaching &lt;br /&gt;He started stretching&lt;br /&gt;With every stretch , sky appeared more colorful&lt;br /&gt;Everyone felt, it was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no chance to lend my hand atleast for once&lt;br /&gt;Ahead is the ocean with tears of who lost their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Its been a joy to watch someone from the birth&lt;br /&gt;For no reason, I couldnot leave him at the death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every stretch he made&lt;br /&gt;I understood the hope&lt;br /&gt;With everymoment at his death &lt;br /&gt;I understood the Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is no rolling of dice&lt;br /&gt;So is, the moment being at peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:10:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Emotions and Expressions of a Heart</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;When the warmth in the beauty is felt&lt;br /&gt;all I am capable for it is to melt&lt;br /&gt;with moist eyes shining&lt;br /&gt;the other pairs around doubt if they are crying&lt;br /&gt;as I turn for the heavens to say &amp;quot;what a piece of work!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;taste buds run dry with the air doing the rescue work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last moment felt pretty long &lt;br /&gt;I asked myself &amp;quot;what went wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;A thought occurred &amp;quot;why cant this happen often?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;maybe most of the time I am rotten&lt;br /&gt;for a moment,world seemed endless&lt;br /&gt;for an answer,thoughts were restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is not merely to beat for life&lt;br /&gt;but to feel it very often,before I die&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 15:14:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XIV</title>
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  <description>when one remain lost to find the natural ability in them to love self and things around the perception of self,certain social institutions claim to teach that in their own way under the banner named religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Iam, is... How, I think ..for..Why, live this life??..and When, I act upon that thought......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got no answers for our kids(basic) questions...thats where we got the laws and thats when we started playing the game.. we got no spectators apart from the self...I guess, learning entertains him more.. rather than winning or losing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays success crazy world produces almost all the individuals with the tag optimism..... The brand freedom is long lost, just because it got no tags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is as narrow as a conclusion which is objective, Fredom is as vast as a&amp;nbsp; critical observation which is subjective..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is like any other relation with same levels of love and commitment..... but the major difference being both the persons in it are called with the same name &amp;quot;friends&amp;quot;, unlike anyother relation....and I guess, that tells alot about what they mean to each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no chances left, for any make over........I am just left with a life, to think over.......sometimes, this can be a hangover.. .</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 15:18:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Farewell ----- 2003 batch</title>
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  <description>----------For 2003 batch --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On   the   orientation  day,  I   remember  the   then  director,   our  dearest prof.venketeshwaran saying this batch has brought something which this place haven&apos;t experienced during recent times here...that was rainfall;&lt;br /&gt;Our seniors said we brought with us the maximum percentage of girls than any other batch did...one of them truly beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have our say, we all brought maximum joy to each other&apos;s lives during our time here&lt;br /&gt;We had painful b&apos;days which had left a mark in our hearts... may be on our body too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success and failure were our boring backees, but hope and happiness were our sweetest sidees.&lt;br /&gt;We entered this campus with a dream to fulfill; we are leaving with the hope to be happy for the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stepped in here with the thought that we are going to one of the best colleges in the country.&lt;br /&gt;We are stepping out with the thought that we went to one right college in the country.&lt;br /&gt;Just like her, she made us one and only &quot;being our self&quot; rather than one among the best, which neither of us believes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we bid farewell to the world of freedom we had, which was a joyful comic;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, we enter the world of independence, more precisely economic;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t wish u all the best....but I can only wish, that u understand this &quot;if u&lt;br /&gt;want to live in peace listen to people around u, but if u want to die in peace&lt;br /&gt;listen to your self&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this with what we all mean shortly &quot;no body is a failure he who has friends&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Amar Bogadhi</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:25:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XIII</title>
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  <description>Observations have only one right;&lt;br /&gt;for, thoughts to be definite;&lt;br /&gt;and, imaginations to be infinite;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a chance with a &apos;might&apos;;&lt;br /&gt;All need love every night;&lt;br /&gt;During day,they hardly care watsup to night;&lt;br /&gt;god, these relations are fucking tight;&lt;br /&gt;you can hardly seen them right.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s hard time when u cant express wats in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;listening to wats on her mind...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two flip sides of living, &quot;taking pride in being happy&quot; is a consequence of &apos;no capacity for thought&apos; and the other &quot;being happy in taking pride&quot; is a consequence of &apos;capacity for no thought&apos;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thoughts rest for a while under the shadow of &apos;making a living&apos; in the journey of life,&lt;br /&gt;The joy of life is lost in the mist of greed that&apos;s resting on the glass of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History speaks about the brave; The feared speak about future.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;why shouldn&apos;t we commit to an another marriage?&quot;..may be, not to commit to a blunder by repeating the same mistake.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anukshanam ventadedhi na gatham;&lt;br /&gt;palike prathimaata na manogatham;&lt;br /&gt;adugaduguna ahvanisthndhi svagatham;&lt;br /&gt;ika etu payanisthundhoo ee jeevitham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when none can listen to your words, its a moment of separation...... when none can listen to your silence, its a moment of desparation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by are the beautiful days.., Coming by are the wonderful days..</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:21:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XII</title>
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  <description>The more our minds sink in the ocean of knowledge reaching to the depths of life,&lt;br /&gt;the lighter our hearts become and float over the vast surface of freedom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i was lost in living;&lt;br /&gt;so,started off thinking;&lt;br /&gt;for anything that has some meaning;&lt;br /&gt;or at least something that has any meaning;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.,it&apos;s not worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of pride, people commit themselves to social slavery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are beyond ur imaginations,&lt;br /&gt;my imaginations are beyond ur thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;my intelligence is beyond ur foolishness,&lt;br /&gt;my foolishness is beyond ur intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;yet, u see, i can&apos;t see myself without u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the shadow of life created by the emotions, because of the time being spent with the people, either in dreams or in reality, either way it accounts for the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the journey,the reason u look ahead  is fear and the reason u look everywhere is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grand pa spills some wisdom on his kid,&quot;Dont grow up selfish, all u can do after that is sell fish&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:17:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... XI</title>
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  <description>Thoughts and imaginations are the engineered products of an observation, an observation is the perception of truth and truth being the experience of &quot;here and now&quot;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question everyone asks is &quot;why?&quot;, but the answer that satisfies them most often is of &quot;how?&quot;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say knowledge liberates u but most often it is the reason of deliberation to know more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess satisfaction is a point in life where memories mean more than dreams and memories of dreams are better cherished than the dreams themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it&apos;s easier to understand than being understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience the pleasure in the touch of the breeze, u run against it, not with it..,&lt;br /&gt;I guess the experience of pleasure in living the life follows the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is often a fucking reality with no sense of truth in it</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:13:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... X</title>
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  <description>Most relationships either have a name or love, but its rare to find&lt;br /&gt;both in one..for sure not in those where the syllables &apos;friend&apos; is heard very often..and which gender utter that most?..u know that right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of no thing comes from a profound observation of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who make their own way through life are those who were lost in&lt;br /&gt;walking the available ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i didn&apos;t know what good and bad were,i did right things..&lt;br /&gt;but now, i do know what they are and all i could do is do things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like any other journey,u enjoy the enthusiasm of the first steps with no feel of destiny, when u are young u dream the excitement of the journey ahead but after the experiences u often look back the way u traveled for some enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we address a problem rather than its origin, we take one step closer in providing it&apos;s testimony and one step away in acknowledging the solution for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what keeps people apart and together are their thoughts and what keeps&lt;br /&gt;them inside each other is love</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:10:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought... IX</title>
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  <description>memories bring people back into our lives but few legends bring memories&lt;br /&gt;back into our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u r happy in the act of making urself look busy,&lt;br /&gt;u are busy in the act of making urself look happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest paradox of human living is we prefer different hands to&lt;br /&gt;stuff our mouths and wipe our asses,constantly&lt;br /&gt;accompanied with the thought of &apos;why is the world so fucked up&apos; which&lt;br /&gt;holds the same hands together near to the weeping heart&lt;br /&gt;pointing to their mate who is constantly in the race of dominating its&lt;br /&gt;counter parts world wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we want to be is responsible for the choice we make but what we&lt;br /&gt;are is because of that devoid of freedom of choice and&lt;br /&gt;i guess most people love what they are in choice to what they want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s the ability to judge things and the inability to accept them as&lt;br /&gt;they are into our lives that makes love an alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&apos;s hidden in every thought is what&apos;s to be felt in every heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Life, everything looks crystal clear but whats thought&lt;br /&gt;provoking of it being &quot;is it the view of whats inside&lt;br /&gt;because of the transparency or the one around it because of its reflection..&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:05:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just, a thought...VIII</title>
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  <description>i have no fear for rich but i have only tears for poor;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me hate money but in result i get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world doesn&apos;t believe in itself,it&apos;s constantly changing and i&lt;br /&gt;believe it&apos;s the only truth about it. scientists call it evolution, engineers call it time, technologists&lt;br /&gt;call it trend and u guys call it an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes us feel beautiful is not &quot;what looks beautiful&quot;;infact,&lt;br /&gt;what looks beautiful is &quot;what makes us feel beautiful&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In earlier days, most of the people believed &quot;living our lives is one way&lt;br /&gt;we could postpone death&quot;..these days, majority believe &quot;Death is the only way we could avoid&lt;br /&gt;living our lives&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder why a journey takes more moments than our reaction on&lt;br /&gt;reaching the destination..may be to wake up our&lt;br /&gt;intelligence to live the journey instead of living the dream of&lt;br /&gt;reaction on reaching the destination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment feels so long that i am losing the one leading to it&lt;br /&gt;and everyone feels so special that i am losing myself..may be i am not&lt;br /&gt;only living in the act of life but loving it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our acts make us unique for people with us&lt;br /&gt;our thoughts make us unique for ourself</description>
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