<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156</id><updated>2011-07-28T02:46:56.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>These thoughts pile up when U get excluded from Life n Existence....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-5301051279460527898</id><published>2009-02-12T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:28:24.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqdMQl1rpGU/SZUfZw0qb2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zM3RaBAIrNs/s1600-h/ptl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302178663761604450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqdMQl1rpGU/SZUfZw0qb2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zM3RaBAIrNs/s320/ptl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8X0HEzUqqk/SZUXJcR99eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/n0oHqhVld_g/s1600-h/ptl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a I've come here in a new life :-)&lt;br /&gt;But definitely feels good to get back here. I dont know how many people visit my blog, or even if anybody at all visit it..but for me..this is a place of solace, comfort, peace and sometimes even bliss :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below are few lines that I'd jotted in the middle of a busy meeting ;-) Then after re-reading them in solitude, decided to dedicate them to someone who I thought matters a lot to me!! But then again, a few things that have happened (or I might have imagined them to have happened), have helped me change my outlook towards life. I realized that there have been too many instance where I'd forgotten myself and lived for others. I must thank people for continuously reminding of my own existence and teaching me how to balance my emotions. Anyways, too much crap...will update about all the crappy things that I've been going through lately in my next post..which I'm hoping to come out some time this weekend. But for now, even if you dont like my writings, just read and try to enjoy my thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not promise you wealth and riches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not promise you jewels in diamonds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not promise the moon and stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not promise the easiest journey of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can pledge my heart to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can put my life forth you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can promise a voyage of smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can promise a life of bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the Happyness in world will be at your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the love in the universe only for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your world is full of admirers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the only world I have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. The above lines are &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;dedicated to anybody. People feeling bad, sad or anything like may just go and F*** themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-5301051279460527898?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5301051279460527898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=5301051279460527898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/5301051279460527898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/5301051279460527898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-feels-like-ive-come-here-in-new-life.html' title='Hazy Post'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kqdMQl1rpGU/SZUfZw0qb2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zM3RaBAIrNs/s72-c/ptl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-6262563441363418577</id><published>2009-02-12T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:25:46.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous Post (Can't think of a Name....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The six years’ conscious journey of my life has shown me a very real, pragmatic and nothing-dreamlike picture of life. It has taught me to respect things that (earlier) I never considered important enough even to think about. It’s helped me to realize the intent of people while being associated with them. To learn about ridiculous things and not to show any expression on the face. I have also adapted myself to the multi-faceted people and their sick personalities. These years have helped me become strong as an individual, in the truest sense of the word. I have not only evolved as a person but also as a daughter, as a sister and as a friend. My outlook towards life has totally changed. Now I have learned to prioritize my work, my chores, and also people in my life. It has taught me how not to think about the silly issues and leave unimportant people out of daily activities, where to draw a line, how far to let a person into my life, whom to let in and why, et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the person whom I considered most important in my life had hurt me, strangely, I never felt anything, or rather he was not as important as I really thought he was! I cried myself to sleep for some days but even then it was not because of losing him, more because of trusting and getting hurt by a person who’s just not worth all the resources I’d spent on him. I was more baffled by the thought making a mistake than even thinking about the so called “loss” of him! I decided never to forgive people for their deeds and definitely not if they’ve hurt me. I told myself to prove everybody wrong. Cursed people whom I’d never even imagined to speak in a raised voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued by the demonic sides of the most humble people. Their acts ashamed me of being associated with them even in the remotest of threads.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had recently said the following words, and they just kept echoing my ears, as they are so true and so cool :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Life is like Pool Table, Full of Colors, but all Fucking Balls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:-()&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-6262563441363418577?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6262563441363418577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=6262563441363418577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/6262563441363418577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/6262563441363418577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2009/02/six-years-conscious-journey-of-my-life.html' title='Anonymous Post (Can&apos;t think of a Name....)'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-7928876811070451819</id><published>2007-11-18T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T07:45:01.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt; Disaster&lt;/h2&gt;          When young&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever run on the sidewalks,&lt;br /&gt;Playing the game&lt;br /&gt;Of avoiding cracks?Or, much later,&lt;br /&gt;Straddle hairlines mentally&lt;br /&gt;And strut vicarious tightropes,&lt;br /&gt;Dreading, yet perversely courting,&lt;br /&gt;Disaster from a fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Disaster" did I say?&lt;br /&gt;An aberrant word!&lt;br /&gt;For there are other falls and penalties&lt;br /&gt;Not wholly catastrophic,&lt;br /&gt;But cushioned by largesse&lt;br /&gt;Of joy and glory,&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet wisdom cautions:&lt;br /&gt;A fall is a fall &lt;br /&gt;With aftermaths of hurt and pain&lt;br /&gt;Only delayed, not circumvented.&lt;br /&gt;Tish, tosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Away with wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for crazy paving, tightropes, hairlines!!&lt;br /&gt;Right now who's wise, or wants to be?&lt;br /&gt;Not I.&lt;br /&gt;Do you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts need not necessarily relate to the current phase of life. Everything cant be right always. Times change, people change, situations change, lives change; but some moments, some memories, some people some thoughts, some feelings......always remain the same. These things never seem to loose their essence, rather their intensity keeps multiplying (not necessarily in a positive direction) with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above stanza represents the feelings of a novice, in love.&lt;br /&gt;The below paragraph talks about the experienced soul, hurt in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-7928876811070451819?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7928876811070451819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=7928876811070451819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/7928876811070451819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/7928876811070451819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/11/disaster-when-young-did-i-ever-run-on.html' title=''/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-4824944178498113484</id><published>2007-04-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:30:25.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effortless Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Small things that give the extreme level of peace and satisfaction….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not in any particular order….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will be updating as and when more experiences provide the same feeling &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Chilled      water to drink in hot scorching sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Hugging      your loved ones after 3 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Catching      your best friend cheating on her boyfriend ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The last exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Your      name not listed under the head “failed candidates.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Managing      to get a seat in the crowded local train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Crashing      for 15 hrs like a baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Feeling      the clean room at least once in a year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Eating from mamma's hand after a lifetime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Dada buying you an icecream after ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the best of all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Getting to pee after an 8 hr long      wait. Period.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-4824944178498113484?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4824944178498113484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=4824944178498113484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/4824944178498113484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/4824944178498113484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/effortless-pleasures.html' title='Effortless Pleasures'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-4736178953792516699</id><published>2007-04-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:15:36.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not enjoyment and not sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is destined end or way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to act that each tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finds us furthur than today........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-4736178953792516699?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4736178953792516699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=4736178953792516699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/4736178953792516699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/4736178953792516699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='........................................'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-875623991185707619</id><published>2007-04-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:14:36.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day...That year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Looking back and collecting the peices here and there...just torturing myself!&lt;br /&gt;An extract (again), from Archie's diary.....wish I could go back in time and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;re-live &lt;/span&gt;these moments, if only I could do that.....things will be so much different.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* ...well, nothing can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;undone&lt;/span&gt; now....so let me just go ahead and make sure that this does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 weeks of my life---i'm not able to understand....how shud I interpret them?Idunno if I shud call them good or bad, happy or sad??I started my last week with a disaster-something which I never wanted to happen happened.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I cried whole monday-day n night!That evening I expected my friends to call me n wish me.But to my great disappointment none of them called.It was more surprising than shocking coz ppl who called me 'everyday' also forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to call me on that day--oh, actually I was going to start my first job on tuesday.Then I told myself-good or bad,big or smallmay whatever happen I'm not going to cry...but i cudn't stand by my decision-the moment I saw myself in the mirror tears rolled down my cheeks n I made no effort to stop them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Then I went to my workplace n I forgot everything.Seriously, I forgot EVERYTHING! Nothing came to my mind, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;totally absorbed by that place.Oh my workplace its so damn wonderful-I didn't remember anything when I was in the training session.But once they announced the break-everything came back n that was scary, very very scary-I dreaded every moment of the break.I never wanted breaks b'coz they are bad n they make me sad,they keep reminding me of the things which i want to forget.Then after 4 days I realised that I'll never be able to forget anything.I'll carry every moment of it with me forever-or till I...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;On friday...while I was on my to home,in traffic I saw the faces of the pl-happy, sad, irritated, tensed,......n many more expressions-actually all the possible xpressionz.Then I looked at my own face in the rear mirror n I found it BLANK.There was no xpression on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was so confused that i didn't know what to feel.I didn't know if I was supposed to be happy for the successful completion of two weeks at the office, or be sad for what I'd lost or whatever in general....i didn't knew what to feel!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm trying to get over it.I knowit will never go away from me...but I guess I've succeeded in accepting it.Now after 2 weeks I'm able to laugh effortlessly coz nothing means anything to me anymore.I've been faking every moment of these 2 weeks-at home, at workplace, everywhere.I'm trying to console myself..from last tuesday-3rd of May, and till today I haven't seen my face in the mirror---I've seriously gone mad.Just dont feel like it.I've gone crazy,totally crazy.This is reminding me of....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In the class someone told me that I'm looking good-and to my surprise I pulled my hair back n clipped them and also wore my glasses-where many ppl told me that I look like an aunty if I wear glasses!!! Later I was surprised no actually shocked at my own behavior.I'm doing so many weird things that.....life is sucks,it is actually scaring the hell out of me......I'm sure that someday I'll seriously go mad...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;P.S.hey do come to visit me when I'm in the asylum, okay! I may not recognise u, but still...n dont forget to get choclates and icecreams....i'm sure i'll definitely recognise them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-875623991185707619?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/875623991185707619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=875623991185707619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/875623991185707619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/875623991185707619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-daythat-year.html' title='This day...That year...'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-8518155515571831784</id><published>2007-04-12T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:06:20.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is not the way that Archie wanted to blog bout this thing...but sometimes we jus cant helpthings..right!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay..Why do ppl get into relationships??-To run away from their problems,to find solace in someone else's or say to fall in love wid some other persons problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But whenever you are ending a relatioship....remember onething..."that" may not be ur first love,may not be ur great love,but "that" idefinitely isn't ur LAST love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Begining of love is always wonderful..so keep falling in love again and again-not wid different ppl..try to fall in love wid the same person.Everytime u see them try to explore a virgin corner of theirs-as they say..there are infinite corners in ahuman heart&amp;one life is not suficient enuf to to into all of them-but we can always keep trying right.Fall in love wid someone's smile,their attitude,their looks,........everything.Try to know the person-dont start analysing t5hem the moment u've seen them.If u really like them,then break their personality inty lots of small pieces-create a matrix n go thru each compartment thoroughly..seriously..u r gonna love it.Passionately explore the nu sides of ur love-feel their touch,feel their breath...do it differently, everytime try to be new urself,try to show them ur own unturned side-good or bad,let them know it..but in a very subtle way.Never try to force urself on them,dont compare ur love to someone else's or with ur own imaginations and expectations.Know them and also let them know bout ur own likes n dislikes..and trust Archie the very next time u see the person again-you will find all ur imaginations,likes,expectations....everything in a carnal form-right in front of u.COZ....people do anything in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When u r truly in love,u jus cant discard 'that' person off ur life.They will grow inside us like a malignant tumour-the more u try to disturb it,the more it will spread inside u.But then when we seriously love someone..we can never dispense them from our lives...they'll be wid us forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;CONTRADICTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well onething that Archie has learnt is that-when a relationship gets onesided the best thing to do is 'let it go',coz in the end it just doesn't matter anymore.All ur left with are those sweet memories n bitter experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;P.S.But can we really let go of our emotions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-8518155515571831784?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8518155515571831784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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with Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;An extract from Archie's diary. Dated 22nd April, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that its 22nd-exactly a month from my b'day.And in this one month i.e.,the the first month of my personal nu year----wat I done???Answer-NOTHING PRODUCTIVE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Ok..it was may,2000,i went out for the first time wid my friends (Pri,Aki,Divi,Rads n Purni).We went to Birla mandir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;science museum n planetorium.There we met a tourist group from bombay..who were an organisation for mentally n  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;phycally challenged ppl.There were so many kids-all below thw age of 13,we started talking to them n playing wid them......then i saw a face-i can never forget it...it was the most beautiful face i've ever seen.She was breathtakingly b'ful.We went to her...she was 27 wid a very decent figure and an awesome face-also a 'quadriplegic' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;,one who cant move their body...n she cud move only her head.She was sitting on a wheel chair n wen someone called her she asked me to help her turn her wheelchair..n that once again reminded me that Head wes the only part which she cud move........... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Her name was Veera..we spoke to her n made friends...n that continued..i kept writing to her every week from then n she always replied my letters.Rarely I called her..but mails were very regular.Now its almost a month that I haven't heard from her..n I was worried..so I decided to give her a call...n i did.The most shocking news of my life--she died on 28th of last month n nobody bothered to inform me...everybody in that organisation knew bout our friendship!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I seriously don't know wat to do or how to react.I'm jus not able to pull myself together and i dunno wat to call it...i'm jus not able to CRY.I feel like crying,but tears aren't........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today mornig wen i went out to make a call.....i happen to meet an old friend of mine n he gave me a Temtations choclate bar.Then wen I was bout to take leave of him...I saw 3 street kids rushing towareds me for the choclate.There was such a pathetic expression on their innocent faces, no trace of foul...just one expression-lust for the choclate-yeah LUST.When I gave it to them..they looked as if they've won some million dollar lottery.Their faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;showed pure happiness-absolut happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now in the auto I was not able to think bout anything.Those kids n their cute,little,dirt smirked faces..........they are not leaving me.I don't remember when but once I read an abridged version of Mother Teresa n her works and I was very inspired,but soon i forgot all that n indulged myself into the "extra-curricular" activities of life.But today i'm just not able to help it..all those thoughts are coming back..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Whatever----Mother Teresa is great.Hats off to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Evert month i spend a lot of money (a 4 digit figure) on choclates n lipsticks,but today i've decided (n i'm going to stick to this decision of mine) that i shall cutdown wasting money on these mundane things n save something n donate it.Well my effort may be just a drop in the ocean--but thats what oceans are made up of-DROPS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Veera i'm going to miss u a lot..i just cant explain...how much i care for u.Today as always u've again helped me-to change my outlook towards life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-223222415181569530?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/223222415181569530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=223222415181569530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/223222415181569530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/223222415181569530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/date-with-disaster.html' title='Date with Disaster'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-4604718694324996361</id><published>2007-04-12T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:02:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overloaded Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Today i've seen a show on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Discovery about POLLUTION.It made me think bout many things that i've never bothered to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; think bout.The show said "we're moving the way the civilization shud-towards less waste,less opulence,alot less greed,and a less ma- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; terialisticstandard of living which wud bea good thing for all of us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; But is it really true???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; We've lived here so long wid the notion that expansion is good,that bigger is better and more is mightier,that people are brain washed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; into believing it's true!!So we worship Gross National Product and Full Employment,overlooking the fact that both are suffocating and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; poisoning us.in what was once The Beautiful Earth we've created an ugly, filthy concrete waste land belching ashes and acids into what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; used to be clean air,all the while destroying natural life-human,animal and vegetable.We've turned sparkling rivers into stinking sewers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; glorious lakes into garbage dumps:now along wid the rest of the world we're fouling the seas wid the chemicals and oil.All of it happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; a little at a time.Then,wen the spoilage is pointed out there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;kind of people pleading for 'moderation'b'cz they say,This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; time around we wont kill many fish,'or We wont poison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;much vegetation,' or We'll only destroy a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;little more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; beauty.'Well all of have seen it happen too long n too often to believe that canard anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; So what do we do now?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Lets dedicate ourselves to save something of whats left.Because I think there are things in this world more important than GNP and 'full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; employment',and one them is preserving some cleanliness and beauty ,plus holding abck a share of natural resources for generation not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; yet born.instead of squandering everything here and now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; But the mistake here I make is stomping on every opinion that's different from mine and sat myself up as God,Jesus,Buddha,Mohammed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; ,rolled up into one.May be i'm ignoring the practicalities and damn rest of you while i have my own way like a spoiled kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Now the reason for writing this blog.......last week i saw an accident.It happened in front of my eyes-a guy was hit by a MCH truck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; and he was spot dead.Irony I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;knew this guy!!!He's only 23 n a resident docter at Geetha nursing home near my place.I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; seen him many times and spoke to him also-but at the time of acident i dint knew that it was him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Next day i saw the news paper and it said that the guy died b'coz he was not ble to see the truck ahead of him due the smoke emitted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; from that vehicle.......n it also repoted bout some other cases of accidents which ocured due to pollution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Cant this be curbed?Will be able preserve the natural beauty of our habitat (EARTH) for our future generations,or do we have to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; take them to museums to show.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-4604718694324996361?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4604718694324996361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=4604718694324996361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/4604718694324996361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/4604718694324996361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/overloaded-me.html' title='Overloaded Me...'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-8262468463144497883</id><published>2007-04-11T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:57:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes, Dreams, Aspirations, Hopes, Desires.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mind Bogglers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there even a single soul on this earth, who doesn't have dreams?&lt;br /&gt;How many people actually do, what they really feel like?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us work towards realizing our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;How often do we enter into a conflict with God?&lt;br /&gt;How seldom do we criticize our ownselves?&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we tried to analyze our doings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Thoughts (So Blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"If only I hadn't done that.................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Why the hell do I have to do that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Why cant I get second chance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"What have done to deserve this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..... and so on.....and on....and on........to eternity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other's Opinions (Mocking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"You know, you had been a fool! How could you make such a stupid decision?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"I dont understand, what has gotten into you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"There is only one person for me in this world, and that person is not you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;By God sweetheart, how on the earth have you interpreted that? Have I ever made you feel like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.........and on....till they suck the last breath out of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all said and done now lets get to some talk about what Archie wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;Archie has made list of things that she wants to do before she ceases to exist!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not in any particular order or preference, and these are just some of those which top the charts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Own an Aston Martin or BMW M6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Visit &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Greece&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Build a villa for myself – my empire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fill a room with lovely soft toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Direct a movie / documentary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Take my parents on a world tour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Say the right thing to the right person at the right time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Own a Pub / Disco / Restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Settle down in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fall in LOVE (hope this one comes true)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now, dont you think they are pretty realistic and can actually be realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; the sufficient amount of effort goes into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The gaps between the above lines signify something. One who can actually interpret the meaning, would be someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; truely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOWS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Archie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-8262468463144497883?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8262468463144497883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=8262468463144497883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/8262468463144497883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/8262468463144497883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/wishes-dreams-aspirations-hopes-desires.html' title='Wishes, Dreams, Aspirations, Hopes, Desires.................'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-3884509783023070337</id><published>2007-04-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:09:19.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haphazard notions - Noise of an unstable mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;I wonder if you hear my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not worthy, but I need your help….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Share a bit of moon with me…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hear nothing. Nothing…not a sound on the city’s streets…&lt;br /&gt;Just a beat of my own heart…I hear only that…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cheap books and legally addictive stimulants&lt;br /&gt;And then I realize, for 67 bucks, we get not just coffee but a total sense of self…...:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m a lone read, standing tall waving boldly in the corrupt sands of commerce…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sometimes I wonder about my life, I lead a small life, valuable but small.&lt;br /&gt;Do I do it because I like it? Or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see around reminds of what I read in a book when, shouldn’t it be the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t want an answer, I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We have our own moments of glory and this was mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I want her to make me some hot chocolate and tell me that everything that’s going so bad in my life would set itself alright….I am missing her a lot today, as I need some advice from her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I always take my relationships to the next level, then I take them to the level after it…..and I do it until it becomes absolutely necessary for me to leave;) (Wish I could actually do that!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;Dream that’s the thing to do, when you feel blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How well I’ve dared to imagine a different life, well it doesn’t really feel that way, but I sure tell myself that I’m rather marching into the unknown armed with, well, &lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Love is full of dreams, life is never as it seems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There was somebody with me, who knew exactly what he wanted, and I found myself wishing if only I was as lucky as he.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;People are always saying that change is a good thing, but all they saying is that something you didn’t wanted to happen has happened. I realized I was going to loose something very dear in about a weeks time, soon it will just be a memory. At some point of life I might even think foolishly that it was a tribute to my life. I might say that it’s alright, and change is inevitable, but the truth is I am heart broken. I feel as if a part of me has died and Aj has died all over again and no one can ever make it right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;I am closing myself after 23 years and I’ve loved being a part everything that has happened to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-3884509783023070337?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3884509783023070337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=3884509783023070337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/3884509783023070337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/3884509783023070337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/haphazard-notions-noise-of-instable.html' title='Haphazard notions - Noise of an unstable mind...'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-8020510838587693988</id><published>2007-04-07T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:12:28.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Void!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were two parallel rails&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Traveling across the earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not knowing when they’d actually meet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then someday, someone bridged their gap&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, they now had a standard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To meet and learn each other&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They sustained bridging their gap&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Building a structure more like a ladder&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They plan going up and up through the ladder&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until one day, they realized&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s no way where they can actually intersect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dilemmas, anxiety, desperation over took them&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking back, they become conscious&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of their lost conduit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No way to go back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All they could do was to advance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And they did&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They had let their journey persist&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without turning their faces sideways&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was no gap anymore. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All they have between them now, &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VOID&lt;/span&gt; - an unspoken emptiness!!&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-8020510838587693988?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8020510838587693988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=8020510838587693988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/8020510838587693988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/8020510838587693988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/04/void.html' title='The Void!!!'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-2849584011220774141</id><published>2007-02-23T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:34:52.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diosa hablar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with anybody or anything in particular. Its just another of my stupid experiences. It might contain explicit information and outrageously open and abusive words. Read it at your own risk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I'm almost on the verge of stepping into the 23rd year of life, I try to sit and analyze the people in my life. What kind of friends I've had or have, the kind of people I've made acquaintances with, my colleagues, and all the people who have touched my life in a way or the other - say like helped me to carry my baggage at railway station, dropped me at the airport (cab guy), the photostat guy, cafeteria fella, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I'm going to talk about some of them (identities - undisclosed). All the people I'll be talking about are my opposites....well I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALES&lt;/span&gt;!! These guys fit into one or the other of the following categories. They might be good or bad or whatever...still - they are all &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get started then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ASSHOLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DECORATED ASSHOLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CONCEITED ASSHOLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SANCTIMONIOUS ASSHOLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assholes&lt;/span&gt; - The people under first category - these are those guys who had never really messed with me. They did their chores and enjoyed their lives. They are not really interested in anybody else's lives or rather in their own lives. They lived in a fancy world. They were happy. But, here comes the catch - they weren't as good as they looked. They never helped anybody, but were always ready to get their works done by others.  I've always hated their  lazy  habits and  stinking clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decorated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Category two -  Show off kinds. They never had the capability do anything, but have always showed off that they could do it!! Always decorated themselves in an aura of deceit. Religious LIARS and outstanding cheap stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conceited&lt;/span&gt;(2) - THE Best of all categories - The people from this category have influenced me so much that at a stage I'd even lost my mind. I was ready to do anything and in fact did most of the stupid things, which I'd never imagined. These people are like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the best"&lt;/span&gt;, and are always on look for the better things. They are never satisfied. And I must say, they are the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exploiters &lt;/span&gt;of the lot. They can influence anybody and get away with it. They'll squeeze the last drop of blood and leave u bleeding(3). They over believe in themselves. Think that the people they are with are not worth them, and that they are a favour on this world, born to bring about a change, a revolution and lead it forward with their intellect (if they happen to find its location). These people think with their balls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; all their energy is spent on polishing them!!  They are always concerned  with their own problems and never show interest in others issues. Believe in their own comfort and do things accordingly, without paying any heed to others inconvenience.  They always believe in living life king-size, at others'  expense(4). These people are trouble makers. They are basically split personalities, and have more than one side which keeps switching between eachother, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt; as and when required. Well, it has taught me a lesson......."never allow a conceited asshole come nearer", ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanctimonious&lt;/span&gt;(5) - These are kool people. Though self-centered, they are not very harmful. They might sometimes cause hindrances in growth, but that can be overlooked. Well, it doesn't mean that they are good, they are nevertheless assholes. They over expect from others. They expect highly from everybody, and get pissed off when their expectations are not met and then they slowly start revealing their otherside(6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorate/d - Attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conceited - Prided in oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bleeding - If anything's left to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expense - Not necessarily "monetary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sanctimonious - Too righteous or pious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Otherside - Demonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If any of the above mentioned qualities match yours or with any person you know or have known , living or dead is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; fictitious. It might be true that I'd been talking about someone like you or may be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!  Resemblance is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; coincidental by any chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Any claim for defamation is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;welcome&lt;/span&gt; and will be entertained accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-2849584011220774141?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/2849584011220774141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=2849584011220774141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/2849584011220774141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/2849584011220774141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2007/02/disclaimer-this-post-has-nothing-to-do.html' title='Diosa hablar....'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-114585027607700689</id><published>2006-04-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:14:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIRYTALE [Not really!!!!!]</title><content type='html'>Its very easy to write something that we've seen in reality. Its much easier to &lt;br /&gt;    imagine. And when we have a blend of both, people like me come up with CRAP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    One such episode is presented here.....hope everybody [if anybody at all reads  &lt;br /&gt;    this] will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a small leisurely dinner at a small bistro, and stopped at a wine tavern. Afterward Arjun said, "Would you like to go for a cruise?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'd love to", said Surily.&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect night, with a bright full moon and a summer breeze. The stars were shining down. They are shining down on us, Surily thought, because we're so happy. In the distance they saw a falling star.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick!Make a wish," Arjun said.&lt;br /&gt;Surily closed her eyes and was silent for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you make your wish?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"What did you wish for?"&lt;br /&gt;Surily looked up at him and seriously, "I can't tell you or it won't come true."&lt;br /&gt;Arjun leaned back and smiled at her. "This is perfect,isin't it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It can always be this way, Arjun."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"We could get married."&lt;br /&gt;And there it was, out in open. He had been thinking of nothing else for the past few days.He was deeply in love with her, but he knew he could not make a commitment to her.&lt;br /&gt;"Surily, that's impossible", said Arjun.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I've explained it to you, darling."&lt;br /&gt;"No," Surily said, "but........"&lt;br /&gt;"There you are. It would never work. Tomorrow in Theatre, I'll show you........"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to theatre with you, Arjun."&lt;br /&gt;He thought he misunderstood her. "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Surily took a deep breath. "I'm not going to see you again."&lt;br /&gt;It was like a blow to the stomach. "Why? I love you, Surily. I....."&lt;br /&gt;"And I love you. But I'm not a groupie. I dont want to just another one of your crushes, chasing you around. You can have all those you want."&lt;br /&gt;"Surily, I dont want anyone but you. But you dont see, sweetheart, our marraige could never work. We have separate livesthat are important to both of us. I would want us to be together all the time, and we couldn't be."&lt;br /&gt;"That's it then, isin't it?" Surily said tightly. "I won't see you again, Arjun."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. Please! Lets's talk about this. Lets's go to your apartment, and........"&lt;br /&gt;"No Arjun. I love you very much, but I won't go on like this. It's over."&lt;br /&gt;"I dont want it to be over," Arjun insisted. "Change your mind."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't. I'm sorry. Its all or nothing."&lt;br /&gt;They were silent the rest of the way.When they reached her apartment, Arjun said, "Why dont I come up to your room? We can talk about this and......"&lt;br /&gt;"No, my honey. There's nothing more to talk about."&lt;br /&gt;He watched her get into the elevator and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;When Surily reached her apartment, the telephone was ringing. She hurried to pick it up. "Arjun......"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. Its Sameer..............."&lt;br /&gt;She managed to hide her disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat there, staring at the telephone in her hands, wishing it to ring. Two days it was silent. She was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;"I made a mistake. I gave him an ultimatum, and I lost him. If I only waited....If only I had gone to theatre with him....if...if......."&lt;br /&gt;She tried to visualise her life without Arjun. It was too painful to think about.&lt;br /&gt;"But we can't go go on this way", Surily thought. "I want us to belong to each other." Tomorrow she had to return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surily lay down on the couch, fully dressed, the telephone by her side. She felt drained. She knew it would be impossible to get any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;She slept. FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Things are not always what they seem like!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-114585027607700689?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/114585027607700689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=114585027607700689&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/114585027607700689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/114585027607700689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2006/04/fairytale-not-really.html' title='FAIRYTALE [Not really!!!!!]'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-114571761779035448</id><published>2006-04-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:53:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservations [much said...little done!!!!!!!!]</title><content type='html'>Everybody around is talking about reservations.Thats so frustrating...they have their owns views,no one wants to know the real picture...all we want is to voice our opinions&lt;br /&gt;!We dont care about the system,we dont have the time to think about the people for whom all this is being done...&lt;br /&gt;And why should we even bother?"I'm not directly getting affected by it,not sure if that proposal will really get into the formal list..so why care?"Attitude of many people whom I've come across!&lt;br /&gt;Isin't this the intention of many of us?&lt;br /&gt;59 years into independence,56yrs of reservation systems--what have we achieved?Number of people below the poverty line are increasing day by day,deprieved are not interested in protesting!What can one do under such circumstances?Have we ever tried to find out who came in through the quota system n excelled?&lt;br /&gt;Before we question the merits n demerits of reservation system I think that there are some simple beliefs which need to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;:Once the 27% is added to the existing 22.5%-it would leave few seats for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;:Proof of undeserved reservation-dropout rate is considerably high among quota candidates.&lt;br /&gt;:Most of these people have no acadermic bent of mind n so do not land in jobs.&lt;br /&gt;:OBC denominations belong to the affluent sections-quotas make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;There is absolutely no reason why professionals should come from the affluent sections--instead govt should push a good primary n secondary education for all,followed by affirmative action such as reservation.&lt;br /&gt;I do not dispute the need for reservation however the task of identifying the privileged among those people should be completed before any future policy is announced.The reservation policy needs to be rationalised in the light of fact that many identified as backward have ceased to be backward in the last 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever be it-one thing is clear:given the oppurtunity,many more can work their way through the educational pyramid n benefit from higher education.But the question is,"what kind of society we want to shape?"The question that one should be asking is not why reservations, but how do we go about sculpturing a just and equitable society.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to say something that I felt like many of my friends.Not sure how far I've succeeded in doing so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25425156-114571761779035448?l=alienwinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/feeds/114571761779035448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25425156&amp;postID=114571761779035448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/114571761779035448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25425156/posts/default/114571761779035448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alienwinx.blogspot.com/2006/04/reservations-much-saidlittle-done.html' title='Reservations [much said...little done!!!!!!!!]'/><author><name>alien'me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490221342248932735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425156.post-114421537597553894</id><published>2006-04-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:55:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRUGGLING............[Dont know for how long]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have I ever wondered that how many times I've faced a struggle with my innerself alias innerbeing or say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul-about the change in life!!&lt;/span&gt;There's a high probablity that that I might find my very own thoughts conflicting with with the thoughts that I'll possess later on.Well thats what life's all about-CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;What comes to my mind when I think of the word change?Family?Relationships?Career?N may be mundane things like food,movies,clothes,etc.Ofcourse,life has its own reseve of unexpected events,minor tussles,pain,misunderstandings and arguements.But then,unless we've experienced the pain, we cant truely enjoy the beauty of care,friendship,love n affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationships:&lt;/span&gt;We cannot live without them,can we?How many of us would like to live like a recluse?Imagining myself without anyone to depend upon,with no one depending on me,no love,no care and trust...that sends chills down my spine.Now I've  acknowledged the fact that I was born alone,'ll live alone and die alone!Well...the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; is not to be taken in literal terms...if we didn't have to face the struggles of life alone we'd never know our strenght n power......thats the beauty of lonliness-we face at times.&lt;br /&gt;Questioning the unquestionable robs us of our peace of mind...conquering it gives the confidence to face everything with a smile and without restlessness.Now I wonder as to what is the cause of all my pains?Expectations????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expectations:&lt;/span&gt;Expectations are the root cause of misery.Is it wrong to have expectations?Or is it wrong to give endless love n care?Well as far as I'm concerned neither of them can be termed as right or wrong,nevertheless a perfect balance has to be attained.Now comes-how many times have I done my job out of passion?-answer-everytime.How many times have I surrendered myself to others wishes?-answer-almost everytime.How my interets have changed in past few months?-answer-drastically.&lt;br /&gt;The current constant struggle within me is---trying to answer those unansweres quetions,trying to convince myself to take that risk,trying to soothe those heartaches and trying to appreciate simple things in life!&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that its the time I learn the most valuable lesson of mylife.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without change life would be a smoothly paved,straight,flat road,safe and comfortable leading to nowhere also dull n utterly pointless.&lt;/span&gt;So I've decided NOT to accept everything n everyday as they come and also not to let anyone steal that smyle from my face.I've also learnt that no one worth my tears.And the biggest thing NO ONE is indispensible from me.&lt;br /&gt;After a long self introspection n somehow convincing myself I guess I've just managed to verbalise my thoughts or say the struggle with the new change in my life.Now I wonder how many people on Earth think like me.......I'm sure there'll atleast be  one person who'll agree with me!!!!!What say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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