<?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-10803681</id><updated>2011-11-08T20:02:51.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happyness</title><subtitle type='html'>I used to think that sadness is a stable state hence desperation can be aspired for. I correct that approach now. Desperation may be stable as there is nothing more sad than that and being happy you may have the fear of being sad later on. But the whole fun of life are these ripples of happiness and sorry or else life becomes too boring.. I correct my view as " Whether its happiness or sorrow, if we can tune ourselves to enjoy both then we can make most out of this life"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-3799436330207438477</id><published>2011-02-09T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T02:22:16.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-husQAYQLAmk/TVO8TbvAtAI/AAAAAAAACbQ/mhm0gpV7XAk/s1600/Mystery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-husQAYQLAmk/TVO8TbvAtAI/AAAAAAAACbQ/mhm0gpV7XAk/s400/Mystery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572004206035907586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/FHCbOH6xzZ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-3799436330207438477?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/3799436330207438477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=3799436330207438477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/3799436330207438477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/3799436330207438477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2011/02/mystery.html' title='Mystery...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-husQAYQLAmk/TVO8TbvAtAI/AAAAAAAACbQ/mhm0gpV7XAk/s72-c/Mystery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-4753898286280587177</id><published>2011-02-09T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T02:09:06.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreckage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eVGxgLMCcE/TVO5NnxEk4I/AAAAAAAACa4/y6Q9KM5Zjzg/s1600/Wreakage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eVGxgLMCcE/TVO5NnxEk4I/AAAAAAAACa4/y6Q9KM5Zjzg/s400/Wreakage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572000807651677058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/pVCuzOWLZP" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-4753898286280587177?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/4753898286280587177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=4753898286280587177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/4753898286280587177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/4753898286280587177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2011/02/wreckage.html' title='Wreckage...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2eVGxgLMCcE/TVO5NnxEk4I/AAAAAAAACa4/y6Q9KM5Zjzg/s72-c/Wreakage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-1548053774317860932</id><published>2011-02-02T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:55:37.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty queen</title><content type='html'>I dont know why...&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling in love..with you..&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times i see you..&lt;br /&gt;I keep craving for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your beauty...&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the mystery..&lt;br /&gt;Or is it your mood swings...&lt;br /&gt;I know not.. but i can't stop loving you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you sleep..&lt;br /&gt;I watched you play..&lt;br /&gt;I saw your anger..&lt;br /&gt;I saw your tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noon.. the sun ...shining on you&lt;br /&gt;Your glittering attire...&lt;br /&gt;The dusk.. i saw your anger..&lt;br /&gt;You lashed out your waves...&lt;br /&gt;You punished the guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love your beauty...&lt;br /&gt;Beauty i see nowhere else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-1548053774317860932?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/1548053774317860932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=1548053774317860932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/1548053774317860932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/1548053774317860932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty-queen.html' title='The beauty queen'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-8783790021554760612</id><published>2010-12-24T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:26:15.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The myth...</title><content type='html'>Its December... one more year is passing away.... But is there a "Year" in reality ??? Is there a real  2010 and 2011 ?? Its all assumptions so well used that we feel its real. So are the religions...is there a distinction in two sect of people ? No... its just like 2010 &amp;amp; 2011.... a myth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you .. if you wanna believe god exists... go ahead and do it... We still use "Infinity" for all the numbers we have not seen or used ??? so why not name the one you have not seen or experienced or you can't identify with anything else as "God" . Does it make a difference if my infinity is better than your infinity ???? so how is your god better than his ?? If the belief that there is some one to take care of you and supports you gives you strength why not believe in that theory ? If you dont what that and you are enough for yourself good... take it that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any reason to prove that my god is better than yours'. Ohhh the "heaven"... are you ready to give me all your wealth if i tell you i can reserve a seat for you in heaven ??? then why try to reserve a seat by proving your relegion is better or by killing people for "God" and take a ticket to heaven.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont really need to be the "enlightened" and " love all others... hate none." .. lets be more practical.. for a start.. try loving yourself... love yourself sooo intensely that you know you are perfect and so is everyone else....so there is no reason to prove anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-8783790021554760612?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/8783790021554760612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=8783790021554760612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/8783790021554760612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/8783790021554760612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2010/12/myth.html' title='The myth...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-8397527323065178965</id><published>2010-03-14T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:36:36.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/S5z0P2-N_xI/AAAAAAAABQA/3sggQWkfSy8/s1600-h/happy_face_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/S5z0P2-N_xI/AAAAAAAABQA/3sggQWkfSy8/s320/happy_face_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448498202503151378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a state of mind induced by our thoughts and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes to you only of you invite it.... invite with your full commitment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to crave for it.. and wish for it with your whole self... throw all the garbage out..... throw all the negatives.. all that hurts you.... all that you miss.. all that which you coudn't achieve.... all that you feel will make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for happiness within yourself... enjoy the thing you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the flower of happiness will blossom and spread its fragrance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-8397527323065178965?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/8397527323065178965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=8397527323065178965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/8397527323065178965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/8397527323065178965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiness-is-state-of-mind-induced-by.html' title='Happyness'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/S5z0P2-N_xI/AAAAAAAABQA/3sggQWkfSy8/s72-c/happy_face_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-6309041427845404932</id><published>2010-03-11T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:31:00.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isha Yoga Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/S5myfIB1K1I/AAAAAAAABP4/Vt-T4Tp8BNk/s1600-h/dhyanalinga_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/S5myfIB1K1I/AAAAAAAABP4/Vt-T4Tp8BNk/s320/dhyanalinga_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447581472082176850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip to Isha Yoga Foundation- Dhyana Linga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to know about this place through a friend in Orkut who had uploaded the photographs of her visit. I searched for about a month to find the location. This being in Coimbatore i  never thought that i'll be able to visit this place. When finally destiny had brought me to coimbatore. It took me 3 months to  plan a visit. When i finally did it was worth the wait. This is such a wonderful place. The dilemma of Idol worship and spiritual path is clearly united here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-6309041427845404932?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ishafoundation.org/Dhyanalinga' title='Isha Yoga Centre'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/6309041427845404932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=6309041427845404932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/6309041427845404932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/6309041427845404932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2010/03/isha-yoga-centre.html' title='Isha Yoga Centre'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/S5myfIB1K1I/AAAAAAAABP4/Vt-T4Tp8BNk/s72-c/dhyanalinga_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-8489300552610523136</id><published>2010-03-06T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T04:13:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reloaded</title><content type='html'>Spirituality need not wait...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its just a simple thing (May be an Attitude) which can go hand in hand with you daily normal life.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no point in being tooo competitive about life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point of life there should be a stop to looking around for better work place... need to accept the reality and adjust to life.. so i am gonna do that... may be the perfect work place is just a myth. The happiness at workplace comes from how you are ready to accept the reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just take it as it is and move on.... !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If everything is perfect then we dont need people to work in any organization.. just machines and operators will do. We are there coz problems are there. Problems are what is keeping our job alive. But if you dont't solve enough of them it will choke your job to death. So kill as many as you can and make sure "&lt;b&gt;what you have killed will never come back to life"&lt;/b&gt;. Face the new ones with all the vigour and might. Kill them too, but be grateful to them coz they are the reason why you exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too dreamy is it ??? Thats ok.. we still can sort this out... i have just started walking in this road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-8489300552610523136?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/8489300552610523136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=8489300552610523136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/8489300552610523136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/8489300552610523136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2010/03/reloaded.html' title='Reloaded'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-296232987260261872</id><published>2010-03-06T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:50:17.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....</title><content type='html'>I'm back on blogs after 8 months.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some changes did happen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have left the desert and is back in India.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Got engaged and is gonna get married in a months time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Have moved from production/quality to "Marketing" !!!! Yes the same me who never ever agreed for it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good... new experience....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-296232987260261872?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/296232987260261872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=296232987260261872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/296232987260261872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/296232987260261872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back....'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-6986229476512725555</id><published>2009-05-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:20:53.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirituality Can Wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in an eternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; for quiet some time now... i was noticing some changes in me... the intrusion of feelings like fear into the system and it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;infiltrated&lt;/span&gt; to such an extent that i was feeling like an eighty year old. I noticed my reluctance to drive over a 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kmps&lt;/span&gt; mark and my concerns over the onset of rain before or during a trip... what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to me.. even if its getting older or getting mature .. why the hell am i being numb and letting it happen.... this change may bring peace but is not bringing any happiness more over its making me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spirituality can wait... lemme resist this change and fight for happiness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-6986229476512725555?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/6986229476512725555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=6986229476512725555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/6986229476512725555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/6986229476512725555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2009/05/spirituality-can-wait.html' title='Spirituality Can Wait...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-7880263131235817130</id><published>2009-04-19T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:13:59.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Extraordinary</title><content type='html'>I have seen different people in my career at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;, i have been dealing with workers as an intermediary between them and the management. Take their problems to management and implement management decision.. yes it was a tedious job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shajahan&lt;/span&gt; : He was working in my dept as a worker. I was stunt at the way he speaks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, very fluent. I got interested in this person. I spoke to him and i came to know that he worked in an embassy before coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt; for job. The work he was doing was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; and tiring but he was always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enthusisastic&lt;/span&gt;. He had the drive to move forward. He finally landed up with an additional responsibility of teaching other workers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; language, a non profit making effort by that noble young man. Truly inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mohan&lt;/span&gt; : He was a grinder (Worker) he had interest in computers, drawings etc. He bough a computer , installed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;autocad&lt;/span&gt; and started learning on his own he requested his supervisor to get training in technical stuff but his request was turned down. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;persisted&lt;/span&gt; attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trainings&lt;/span&gt; during his vacation and came back with certificates. Tried to work his way up again.. again his request was turned down by supervisor.... He took a drastic step made drawings on his own and met the CEO . He was permitted to do training in QC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dep&lt;/span&gt; as unpaid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;apprentice&lt;/span&gt; for 2 months. He struggled his way up and finally landed up in R&amp;amp;D dept as methods engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; many people with the will and drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;excel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; in doing it.. this world is large enough for those who want it so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-7880263131235817130?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/7880263131235817130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=7880263131235817130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/7880263131235817130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/7880263131235817130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2009/04/extraordinary.html' title='The Extraordinary'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-4269700332392051078</id><published>2009-03-03T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:14:02.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Day !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/Sa0exfN1zeI/AAAAAAAAANU/csxk3ufK4tI/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308933371281657314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/Sa0exfN1zeI/AAAAAAAAANU/csxk3ufK4tI/s320/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh... its ma bday again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many years have passed now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stages of life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit back and think about it... its very easy to figure out the changes... In school when i started off i was kinda little bit active but was timid.. had an element of fear always in me... then to high school... where i got over the fear .. got new friends and moved on to new arenas it was fun..filled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College... the determination ... then graduation.. the urge to try and test new things... the thrill.. of moving around... of seeing places... of making new relations..( U know wot hehe :) ) then came a stage of employment... but was ready to take risk and hop jobs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post graduation... educational loan... constraints... serious jobs.. pay back loan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no more JOb hopping... dont feel much adventurous in terms of relations... kinda fixed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to settle down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or may be i am gettin older !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed all d stages till now... no regrets... yes a few but as a whole.. did well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-4269700332392051078?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/4269700332392051078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=4269700332392051078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/4269700332392051078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/4269700332392051078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2009/03/birth-day.html' title='Birth Day !!!'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cq4aFQfCrr0/Sa0exfN1zeI/AAAAAAAAANU/csxk3ufK4tI/s72-c/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-4362967702675495977</id><published>2007-02-07T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:15:02.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devilish Red</title><content type='html'>Red....i used to love you...&lt;br /&gt;Red you used to smoothen my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You used to bring me hope&lt;br /&gt;You brought joy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red i am afraid...&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of you...&lt;br /&gt;I see you as blood..&lt;br /&gt;Blood from my bleeding soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-4362967702675495977?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/4362967702675495977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=4362967702675495977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/4362967702675495977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/4362967702675495977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2007/02/devilish-red.html' title='Devilish Red'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-535172128180125338</id><published>2007-01-09T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:52:13.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Dance</title><content type='html'>She is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes full of love&lt;br /&gt;Her words had magic&lt;br /&gt;Thatv took me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me dreams&lt;br /&gt;She gave me hopes&lt;br /&gt;She showed me new meanings&lt;br /&gt;To my life i used to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blindfolded me in love&lt;br /&gt;I drowned in her love&lt;br /&gt;She kissed me&lt;br /&gt;She hugged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when i wake up from the dream&lt;br /&gt;Breaking her spells&lt;br /&gt;I see the devil in her&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She killed my soul&lt;br /&gt;She oozed my love&lt;br /&gt;She is happy&lt;br /&gt;When she saw me dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for my life&lt;br /&gt;She acted deaf&lt;br /&gt;I ran for my life&lt;br /&gt;She pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is dancing&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on my grave&lt;br /&gt;Its her wedding dance&lt;br /&gt;Right above my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul weeps&lt;br /&gt;Weeps in hurt&lt;br /&gt;Weeps in insult&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-535172128180125338?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/535172128180125338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=535172128180125338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/535172128180125338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/535172128180125338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2007/01/devil-dance.html' title='Devil Dance'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-1752107824201673891</id><published>2007-01-07T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:52:16.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Love</title><content type='html'>Platonic love in its modern popular sense is an &lt;a title="Affection" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection"&gt;affectionate&lt;/a&gt; relationship into which the &lt;a title="Sex" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex"&gt;sexual&lt;/a&gt; element does not enter, especially in cases where one might easily assume otherwise. A simple example of platonic relationships is a deep, non-sexual &lt;a title="Friendship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendship"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt; between two &lt;a title="Heterosexuality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterosexuality"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/a&gt; people of the opposite sexes&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, this interpretation is a misunderstanding of the nature of the &lt;a title="Platonic idealism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platonic_idealism"&gt;Platonic ideal&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, which from its origin was that of a &lt;a title="Chaste" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaste"&gt;chaste&lt;/a&gt; but passionate love, based not on uninterest but virtuous restraint of sexual desire. In its original Platonic form, this love was meant to bring the lovers closer to wisdom and the Platonic &lt;a title="Form" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Form"&gt;Form&lt;/a&gt; of Beauty. It is described in depth in Plato's &lt;a title="Phaedrus (Plato)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phaedrus_%28Plato%29"&gt;Phaedrus&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Symposium (Plato)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symposium_%28Plato%29"&gt;Symposium&lt;/a&gt;. In the Phaedrus, it is said to be a form of divine madness that is a gift from the gods, and that its proper expression is rewarded by the gods in the afterlife; in the Symposium, the method by which love takes one to the form of beauty and wisdom is detailed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-1752107824201673891?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/1752107824201673891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=1752107824201673891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/1752107824201673891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/1752107824201673891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2007/01/platonic-love.html' title='Platonic Love'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-115600016271864410</id><published>2006-08-19T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:09:22.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom- Clinical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.btc.iitb.ac.in/~adybasu/goa12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.btc.iitb.ac.in/~adybasu/goa12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boredom&lt;/b&gt; is an unpleasant state of mind in which one interprets one's environment as dull, tedious, and lacking &lt;a title="Stimulation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stimulation"&gt;stimuli&lt;/a&gt;. There is an inherent hopelessness in boredom; people will expend considerable effort to prevent or remedy it, yet in many circumstances it is accepted as an inevitable suffering to be endured. A common way to escape boredom is through creative thoughts or daydreaming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time often seems to move more slowly to someone who experiences boredom; this results from the way in which the human mind measures the passage of time, combined with the infrequency of events perceived as notable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A typical teenager's complaint is that there is 'nothing to do'; this statement can have a number of economic and social causes. Younger teens cannot drive, but in many communities are unable to get anywhere without a car possibly due to lack of public transportation. It may also mean that their desired sources of entertainment are too expensive. It could also be a symptom of learned helplessness, possibly related to boredom experienced at school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Far from being a minor annoyance, boredom can have major negative impacts on people. Perhaps more importantly, boredom is often a symptom of deeper problems, such as depression, ineffective teaching, or ineffective management in a workplace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-115600016271864410?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/115600016271864410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=115600016271864410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/115600016271864410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/115600016271864410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/08/boredom-clinical.html' title='Boredom- Clinical'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114944132294737342</id><published>2006-06-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:15:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Outspoken Enlightened Man of the centuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oshoworld.com/wallpapers/images/11640X480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.oshoworld.com/wallpapers/images/11640X480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114944132294737342?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114944132294737342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114944132294737342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114944132294737342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114944132294737342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/06/most-outspoken-enlightened-man-of.html' title='The Most Outspoken Enlightened Man of the centuary'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114943988297618781</id><published>2006-06-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:51:23.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constrained Optimisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photography.christopherleary.com/dublin/chains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photography.christopherleary.com/dublin/chains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.novalis.org/images/photo/objects/misc/chains.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every individual prefers to live a happy and peaceful life. We expect our days to be bright ! Does this happen often ? Any way for me i do not think so. Human beings can never maximise happiness, human life is completely constrained. Man is born in chains and will die in chains ! The process of human life is just a change in chains, addition or deletion of the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Any activity a person intending to do will go through a lot of screening process within his mind and the predominent factor affecting the above is the openion of others ! So how much weightage is given for these ? Like wise millions of constraints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is Love a constraint ???? Just this quiestion would have attracted lot of frowns i am aware of that. But i feel this way.Love is a constraint....and it continues to be one throughout his life. This chain is so strong that its number increases with age of the individual. This is the same constraint which prevents or inhibits the thoughts of a person's pursuit for eternal freedome. So isn't love a constraint ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love comes as Parents, Sibblings, Girl/Boy friends, Wife/Husband, Children, Grandchildren...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;when is man free ?? when does he do things of his own wish ?? Being the most evolved species is he ever free to do things he wish ? Is maximisation of happiness possible ? No its optimisation , Constrained Optimisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114943988297618781?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114943988297618781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114943988297618781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114943988297618781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114943988297618781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/06/constrained-optimisation.html' title='Constrained Optimisation'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114711057274285374</id><published>2006-05-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:49:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://secure.pageup.com.au/pupdata/30/ezine/man-in-chains.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://secure.pageup.com.au/pupdata/30/ezine/man-in-chains.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAN Born in chains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will Live in Chains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will Die in chains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114711057274285374?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114711057274285374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114711057274285374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114711057274285374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114711057274285374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/05/chains.html' title='Chains'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114451131099415990</id><published>2006-04-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T08:48:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights of Customer Service</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life i visited a treassuary yesterday and i saw the heights of customer service. If the full form of PSC is Public Service Commission and if thats how ppl get into this office the name should be changed to Public Screwing Commission coz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The systems there are obsolete. The Cash reciept was on one corner and then from there the challan was taken to other corner of the office which took 5 min for the peon to carry. I was instructed to wait for the callan counter foil to come. I waited for 53 mins and after utter frustration i approached the peon and he said the challan has not reached this section. I informed him tat the person who was standing behind me in the queue left 45 mins back. He went and checked again ( Another 10 mis) he came back and replied the challan was not there. Then i went back to the cash counter and he checked the floor "my challan for 75,000 Rs was lying on the floor" the peon was happy to see that it was not his mistake and he gave me the counter foil after 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Class service at your FOOT STEPS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India SHINE !!! and this kerala is again set for an ellection !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114451131099415990?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114451131099415990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114451131099415990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114451131099415990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114451131099415990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/04/heights-of-customer-service.html' title='Heights of Customer Service'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114304026830133409</id><published>2006-03-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T07:11:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Health Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2765/851/1600/marijuana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2765/851/400/marijuana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114304026830133409?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114304026830133409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114304026830133409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114304026830133409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114304026830133409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/03/health-concern.html' title='The Health Concern'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114246251579030974</id><published>2006-03-15T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:43:36.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casabianca</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The boy stood on the burning deck&lt;br /&gt;Whence all but he had fled;&lt;br /&gt;The flame that lit the battle's wreck&lt;br /&gt;Shone round him o'er the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet beautiful and bright he stood,&lt;br /&gt;As born to rule the storm;&lt;br /&gt;A creature of heroic blood,&lt;br /&gt;A proud, though child-like form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames rolled on–he would not go&lt;br /&gt;Without his Father's word;&lt;br /&gt;That father, faint in death below,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;His voice no longer heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called aloud–'say, Father, say&lt;br /&gt;If yet my task is done?&lt;br /&gt;'He knew not that the chieftain lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Unconscious of his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Speak, father!' once again he cried,&lt;br /&gt;'If I may yet be gone!&lt;br /&gt;'And but the booming shots replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And fast the flames rolled on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his brow he felt their breath,&lt;br /&gt;And in his waving hair,&lt;br /&gt;And looked from that lone post of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In still yet brave despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shouted but once more aloud,&lt;br /&gt;'My father! must I stay?&lt;br /&gt;'While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The wreathing fires made way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,&lt;br /&gt;They caught the flag on high,&lt;br /&gt;And streamed above the gallant child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Like banners in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a burst of thunder sound–&lt;br /&gt;The boy–oh! where was he?&lt;br /&gt;Ask of the winds that far around&lt;br /&gt;With fragments strewed the sea!–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,&lt;br /&gt;That well had borne their part–&lt;br /&gt;But the noblest thing which perished there&lt;br /&gt;Was that young faithful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/hemans/biography.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Felicia Hemans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; (1793 - 1835) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114246251579030974?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114246251579030974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114246251579030974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114246251579030974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114246251579030974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/03/casabianca.html' title='Casabianca'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114246200996030030</id><published>2006-03-15T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:33:29.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gem.win.co.nz/mb/publish/poem/frost/road_not_taken/road_not_taken70.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gem.win.co.nz/mb/publish/poem/frost/road_not_taken/road_not_taken70.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kinda love this poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114246200996030030?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114246200996030030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114246200996030030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114246200996030030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114246200996030030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/03/road-not-taken.html' title='Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114246097192360879</id><published>2006-03-15T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:16:11.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Che</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2765/851/1600/che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2765/851/320/che.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/cheguevara166469.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Che Guevara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114246097192360879?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114246097192360879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114246097192360879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114246097192360879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114246097192360879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/03/che.html' title='Che'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-114113018219248305</id><published>2006-02-28T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T04:36:22.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Define Life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;A) Life is a big piece of BULL SHIT the more u take it seriously and put ur soul into it the more it will stink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Define Love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;A) The process invented by god to keep guys under control. very little of it means u will crave for more too much of it means u get bugged but it never comes in the perfect mix. so the defenition can be Love is that which comes to your life like a breeze of drizzle and leave ur life like a cyclone or thunderstorm destroying your whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Define Happiness ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;A) A state of mind u can acheve only when u break all the bonds attached to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-114113018219248305?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/114113018219248305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=114113018219248305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114113018219248305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/114113018219248305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2006/02/life.html' title='Life ?????'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-113084179434291312</id><published>2005-11-01T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:43:14.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet water....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water so pure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her giggles..the songs of nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water so cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There came the giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The devil.. the cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He married her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He kept her in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He killed her parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He locked her beloveds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devil he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He married my water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devil he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He raped her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He exploited her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She ...poor ...exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devil he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is selling her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He made her a prostitiute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is selling her to her beloveds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And making them take her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rise and revolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before he kills her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before he moves from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In search of his next prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-113084179434291312?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/113084179434291312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=113084179434291312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/113084179434291312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/113084179434291312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-sweet-water.html' title='My sweet water....'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-113084138554824514</id><published>2005-11-01T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:36:25.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke..the masters of business</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the students in USA revolt against the brutal acts of coke in India and Columbia ...the students of a management institute in Kerala which is just 3 hrs away from plachimada and whose student comunity has a majority of people from the district of palaghat ...is selling COCA COLA inside the campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is a location where students of the neighbouring college , as a protest against coke have imposed a ban on selling coke outside the campus . So what message does this convey " U wana live , u wana get a good job sell ur mom to the MD or ur wife to the MD and PLEASE him " is this a kinda life worth living.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its hard time we think before the devil engulfs the Homo sapiens with thnking capacity ...to death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-113084138554824514?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/113084138554824514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=113084138554824514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/113084138554824514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/113084138554824514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/11/cokethe-masters-of-business.html' title='Coke..the masters of business'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-112671689669064143</id><published>2005-09-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:54:56.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol Pump Strike</title><content type='html'>Today The comparitively peaceful city of Calicut witnessed an brutal assault and murded out of revenge of a  petrol pump employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i want to point out is not that issue which will for sure will come in the news papers . Being vaccation me and my friend set out in my bike for a trip and i happened to go to a petrol pump to fill the relatively empty tank and i was startled by the reply of petrol pump strike as  had already coverd half way and i was expecting an empty takn any moment . byt considering the emosions of the workers i decided to take a risk rather than beging ,but the fear of walking in the hot sun really made me ask the lady in the pump for atlest a half litre . But a NO really made me understand their UNITY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the story is that when i was about to leave i saw the same lady giving petrol to not one but TWO auto rickshaws which tempted me to ask once more for petrol and even this time reply was same so i walked in their office and a much more insulting NO was the answer form the Lady sitting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i couldn't understand was the policy of treating customers in two different was and troubling customers who has nothing to do with the strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nation need to change.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-112671689669064143?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/112671689669064143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=112671689669064143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/112671689669064143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/112671689669064143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/09/petrol-pump-strike.html' title='Petrol Pump Strike'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-112234507742094459</id><published>2005-07-25T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:31:17.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drizzle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2765/851/1600/21-1-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2765/851/320/21-1-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining...&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a change..&lt;br /&gt;A journey to the unknown...&lt;br /&gt;Known is Beautiful...So Let Unknown be the Most Beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;There is fragrance of a red rose...All over again...&lt;br /&gt;The Scent reminds the whisper , the giggles...&lt;br /&gt;The Thorns...&lt;br /&gt;The Hopes...The greenery...&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air...&lt;br /&gt;Like a Rose bud...&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting its turn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-112234507742094459?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/112234507742094459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=112234507742094459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/112234507742094459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/112234507742094459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/07/drizzle.html' title='The Drizzle...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-111980449397325870</id><published>2005-06-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:23:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is kool...</title><content type='html'>I got this format from Poornima’s blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: &lt;br /&gt;My height (Good things come in small packets) Rest yet to figure out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: &lt;br /&gt;Yet to figureout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: &lt;br /&gt;Cockroach&lt;br /&gt;Spider&lt;br /&gt;Bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW: &lt;br /&gt;I’m not wearing three things !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE BOOKS THAT MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU: &lt;br /&gt;Peruvazhiyambalam&lt;br /&gt;Nashtapetta Neelambari&lt;br /&gt;Mein Kamph&lt;br /&gt;Poems by Keats&lt;br /&gt;Nanditayute Kavithakal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I AM READING RIGHT NOW: &lt;br /&gt;Khalil Jibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MOVIES THAT MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of music&lt;br /&gt;Message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;Namukku parkan munthiri thoppukal&lt;br /&gt;Thovana thumbikal&lt;br /&gt;City of angels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH:&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST BOOK YOU BOUGHT: &lt;br /&gt;Khalil Jibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW: &lt;br /&gt;Smoke one Cigar&lt;br /&gt;Drink one peg on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO: &lt;br /&gt;Deep Forest&lt;br /&gt;Bekal Fort&lt;br /&gt;Thar Desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS: &lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Tobacco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: &lt;br /&gt;Long nails, short hair, thick eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Respect for the other&lt;br /&gt;Readiness to say on the face if things are not goin the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order): &lt;br /&gt;- I’m a sadist&lt;br /&gt;- I’m a communist&lt;br /&gt;- I have very few friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-111980449397325870?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/111980449397325870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=111980449397325870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111980449397325870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111980449397325870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-kool.html' title='This is kool...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-111953839939956989</id><published>2005-06-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:05:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Students In USA against Coke</title><content type='html'>Students Organisation For Labour and Economic Equality has organised protests against the unlawful and brutal acts ok Coca Cola Company in India and Columbia and as a result of that Mishigan university in USA has informed Coco Cola company to start an enquiry on the matter before 25th September and submit a report failing which they will bring a ban in the university on coke products and they will lose the business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a result of the complaint given to the university by the association one year back and the protests staged by them . In USA several universities have banned coca cola products one year back and company has a business deal of 13 Lakhs dollars with the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a university in USA did to Coca Cola for their deeds in India ! what did our Judiciary and government do ? Isn't it worth thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-111953839939956989?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/111953839939956989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=111953839939956989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111953839939956989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111953839939956989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/06/students-in-usa-against-coke.html' title='Students In USA against Coke'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-111945444429762532</id><published>2005-06-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:34:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Rejected Coke Exported from India</title><content type='html'>USFDA Rejected fanta exported by COKE INDIA to US because it was found harmful and not sutable for consumption . The consignement no: 29 B C T 99 sent in May was the one that was rejected and the reports have been published in official website of FDA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough Centre for science and environment has found out traces of pesticide in Coke products we they are still selling it and people are still using it . That is the impact that these jiants have on our people society and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise and react....before its too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-111945444429762532?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/111945444429762532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=111945444429762532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111945444429762532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111945444429762532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/06/usa-rejected-coke-exported-from-india.html' title='USA Rejected Coke Exported from India'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-111928636726435357</id><published>2005-06-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:05:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COKE SUCKING OUR BLOOD</title><content type='html'>We have to open our eyes and realise what is happening in plachimada this is the time to realise and react the reaction need not be against america or Globalisation but it should atleast beagainst the factor that is hindering the normal life of people in plachimada where there is nothing to support the people . Not even the judiciary ..! where do we seek protection ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn the page when u see plachimada , coz there is water still in your well or coz there is more interseting advertisement of aiswarya sippin coke in next page . This is not against ppl in plachimada this is against Humanity.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to revolt but at least understand and wake up from the sweet dream world where u feel no one will hamper your peace, where no one will drain out water from ur well and sell it to you ,where u think there is a judiciary to protect you and there is military to guard you....wake up and realise that "U" are the endangered ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your fellow beings ... you  don't have to sacrifice but at least show a helping hand ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love.” &lt;br /&gt;—Che Guevara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-111928636726435357?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/111928636726435357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=111928636726435357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111928636726435357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111928636726435357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/06/coke-sucking-our-blood.html' title='COKE SUCKING OUR BLOOD'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-111030123424787851</id><published>2005-03-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:04:12.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE-RAN AWAY...</title><content type='html'>He woke up in the morning and looked at the clock it was 10.45. He got out of bed and washed his face, switched on music which had become an integral part of him ..yeaterdays hangover was still there...the bottles were still lying on the table. And ashtray was full . He walked towards the main door and opened it took the News paper and milk packet it was sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the news paper he walked to the Kitchen, kept milk for boiling and water for Tea. He took two glases poured Milk in one and tea in other. He lit the cigarette and took a sip of tea. He started thinking about her....It all started when they were Studying in first year of Engineering he was in Mech and she was in Comp sci. They were in love for 5 years and ignoring all oppositions from their paernts they got married. The main obstrucle was their religion . After college He got a job in Blore and she got an offer from Chennai. They decided to get married and she rejected that offer he felt so bad about that and told this to her She kissed his hand and said " You are my life , i have nothing more important than you in my life "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was happiness all around and it seems even god envied that ! Within 3 months he also got a job in Blore and by this time the resistance from her parent's side was leasening . This was a big releaf for them. Her parents started calling them frequently eventhough the topic of conversion was comming up frequntly they enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came for which the were waiting for he was waiting outside the labour room and her mom was calling up very frequently from UAE. Nurse came out and Showed that angel he wanted to touch her but tears rolled down his eyes she was beautiful and innocent their &lt;em&gt;Ammu&lt;/em&gt; .....he felt so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents droped in within 3 days and they had plans to be with them for 3 weeks they felt really relaxed and they had the feeling that there is some one to care for them. But things started changing when her parents started insisting on Baptising Ammu . He was really shocked when she asked him " What is wrong in that ? only they were there when we had trouble, can't we do this small favour to them" Some how it was settled and they left.&lt;br /&gt;One day suddenly She resigned the job saying that she want to spend full time with ammu he agreed to that coz he always gave value to her decissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when he returened from office the front door was locked but that was usual as he was the one doing shopping he opened it with his key and went inside he went to the Kitchen and took a bottle of water from the fridge, he went inside the room and he couldn't belive that she went out leaving Ammu alone in the house. He rang up her mob and it was kept on the table and below that there was a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Please don't search for me . I am leaving its not bcoz i don't love you but its coz i love him more it was something like a love we had to abandon due to constrains we tried to forget but now when we met accidently we realised how deeply attached we were..... I know u will take care of ammu better than me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he felt something on his leg..it was ammu standing on his leg tightly holding his leg it was a habit for her even now she is now in 4rd standard.... Ammu said " Pappa this milk is cold...u always do this...ammu came after brushning...good girl no ?" He said yea my love you are very good, I will get you hot milk" She said " its ok pappa i was just joking...come come please switch on the TV" He gave a kiss on her forehead and tears were rolling down his eyes " Ammu asked " Pappa u r thinkin abt Mom " He said " No da never...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-111030123424787851?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/111030123424787851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=111030123424787851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111030123424787851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/111030123424787851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-ran-away.html' title='LOVE-RAN AWAY...'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110995556942334069</id><published>2005-03-04T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:59:29.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Nature</title><content type='html'>Call me oh my mother&lt;br /&gt;To lie on your lap&lt;br /&gt;Sing me those lullabies&lt;br /&gt;with the spoftest of your leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me my brothers&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;Gimme our toys&lt;br /&gt;I want to play free and easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hate yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathe me with the shower&lt;br /&gt;The purest water on earth&lt;br /&gt;Feed me with the fruits &lt;br /&gt;You made specially for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me lie on your lap&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Let me overcome this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;These burdens of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110995556942334069?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110995556942334069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110995556942334069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110995556942334069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110995556942334069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-nature.html' title='Love Nature'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110951931265302182</id><published>2005-02-27T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T07:48:32.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confussion</title><content type='html'>This is not my usual blog i have decided to give a break to desperation coz this desp. is filling my life now....and this loneliness is becoming a part of me now....i am now in bangalore ..i find nothing interesting in life.. i get up in the morning at around 7 -7.30 there is 20min drive to my off so will reach off  at around 9 then drive like a slave do whatever they say with absolutely no interest as our office is short of man power stay in off till 9-10.30 come back drink listen to some music these days Bombay Jayasree ,some keerthanams or gazals...again same thing....i find no reason to enjoy life and no reason to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home last week the moment i reached my place one tear drop came from my eyes i loved tat security and warmth of my house my favourate plants my doggie my bed....whay am i living like this . Without anything interesting in my life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This metro city is suffocating me pseudo all around i know its none of my business but still i don't understand why girls in blore wear sleeve less in this cold climate esp at night and why are they so interested in showing their Underwear outside i have nothing to do with this but still i don't understand . Where are we heading ? relations becoming shorter.... values diminishing....love loosing its meaning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i am living this life i have an option of leaving this job and going home why am i not doing it ..Money this is reality ...we need money...for what ? for making more money ...but what is the use a life so boring and waste....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110951931265302182?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110951931265302182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110951931265302182' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110951931265302182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110951931265302182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/02/confussion.html' title='Confussion'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110854252546432797</id><published>2005-02-16T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:28:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lost forever</title><content type='html'>It’s really cold and the sun is still sleeping. The windows are closed and he could hear the sound of water dripping from the leaking tap. She is sleeping next to him holding his hands with the innocence of an infant. Some early birds have started chirping. But he was determined to get up. He got up from bed without disturbing her , washed his face wrote a note that he is going for a walk and went out slowly closing the cottage door. First he thought about taking the car then he decided to walk. The watchman greeted him with a pleasant smile, the same old smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was walking towards the lake all the thoughts came to his mind.... his wife.... the way she responded when he decided to go to this place. She said, “Why u wana go to this place! Is this place there in the map? Why should we loose the chance to go to Singapore”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached that road with trees on either side and covered with dry leaves. The leaves seem to cry when he stepped on it .it seems they also share his grief. The trees stood still without even moving a single leaf it seems the trees were shocked at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was walking straight with his head down looking at something he have lost there. Suddenly he stopped there staring at one-tree tears rolled down from his eyes. He went near the tree with a low lying branch and touched the branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He face came to his mind, blurred and covered in fog. The eyes always afraid …the smile. He could feel her breath in his ears. All the naggings and sweet fights. It was four years back that they came to this place. They were deeply in love, inseparable. They studied in same college they were working in the same company and now she got a transfer. But he had never kissed her before never touched her except for holding her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was moving to her new office and he just wanted to drop her they just came here took a cottage and it was in the evening that they reached here. They were tired after the long drive and wanted to go to sleep she was sleeping on the bed and he was sleeping on the couch. Morning she woke him up it was really cold she seems to be fresh and the window was open. She asked him for a walk and he said yes he got ready and went out of the cottage. The watchman greeted him with a smile full of respect and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked through the road to the lake on the way she spotted the tree with the low lying branch and they went towards it she sat on the branch and the silence was full of fragrance. Now he hissed her on the forehead she closed her eyes there was a bash of rain god had showered his blessing on them She told him” When good things happen it always rains”. He took her hand and walked towards the lake they sat there watching the tree standing alone in the middle of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came back from the lake got dressed and dropped her at the bus stand and she said she will call up as soon as she reach the new place he went back home and…she never called up. He tried in her mobile no response then tried the office they said she didn’t join there called her home and got the message that the number Is not in use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was desperate left alone he never heard a word from her again. Due to the compulsion he had to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears stopped it rained again he walked back to cottage and she was taking bath and she asked, “ Who is that?” He replied, “ I am back “ She said, “ Are you mad to go out at this time, I still wonder why have we come to this place” He didn’t reply She said “ Do u get coffee here? Please order one for me!,  did we forget to bring the camera ?” He replied, “ I think so!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard a beep from her mobile he took it .it was an SMS “ Dear I’m missing you so badly how are you when will you come back if possible call back” the number was familiar There was no change of expression on his face, plain, clear left alone. He said “ You have an SMS “ she said “ok leave it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out from bathroom and saw the sms when he was sitting there and smoking he asked how is this place, his eyes were wet. She came near him held his hands and said it’s nice. …But we’ll go to Singapore next time….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110854252546432797?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110854252546432797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110854252546432797' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110854252546432797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110854252546432797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-lost-forever.html' title='Love Lost forever'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110848448480794827</id><published>2005-02-15T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:21:24.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Frozen</title><content type='html'>Its cold but not for him...&lt;br /&gt;They are crying but he can't hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfumes fill the air -&lt;br /&gt;He can't smell it&lt;br /&gt;Flowers surround him-&lt;br /&gt;he can't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOsquitos don't want him&lt;br /&gt;Flies like him more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its chill inside the glass house&lt;br /&gt;He is well dressed and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk to him &lt;br /&gt;But he can't hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are cryin...Fools&lt;br /&gt;They don't know he is happy....&lt;br /&gt;Happir than ever....&lt;br /&gt;Leberated ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110848448480794827?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110848448480794827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110848448480794827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110848448480794827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110848448480794827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-frozen.html' title='Love Frozen'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110840364438182581</id><published>2005-02-14T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:56:59.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Affection</title><content type='html'>This is Mysore I feel so emotionaly attached to this place . For the first time i am getting a good impression about this place . This place has the glowry of the Royal rule and the blends of Muslim Empire and british empire is still visible there It seems british have not tried to loot this place coz the palace seems to be really pampered by them and moulded to suit their lifestyle more than british style the more visile is the mughal ones Wide roads beutifully carved Buildings. Mysore has not lost its culture it seems and this place is not as pseudo as Bangalore i didn't see any pubs or papparzees in the first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to mysore for an officical purporse The most interesting thing was after i visited Mysore diary . After my visit to diary i wanted to stay back for one more day so i wanted to go my friends place which is in a place called VIjayanagara and the time was around 7.30 and it was already very dark so i asked the official over there where is this place and how to reach there. When he was telling me the way one old man interupted my talks and told the officer that he is also going to the same place and he can help me out if i want .So officer told me that will be better coz it was already late and its hard to find the place alone. I started walking with him towards the Bus stop suddenly i got the feel of knowing him for years. I was sure i knew him for years.We got into the bus it was crowded but we reached the bus stand in some 20 min and there we were waiting for the next bus and every now and then i was askin him when will the bus come...or i will take an auto the same way i used to pester my mom ,he said its not a good idea as its not safe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we boarded the second bus and on the way he was explainging the whole area to me like a guide and what i still wonder is how did i understand the whole thing coz i didn't know kannada and he was speakin to me in kannada and at times in bits and pieces of Hindi. But by the time he got down i asked his name and he told me exactly where to get down then i travelled for some more time and i was not concentrating on the road and the landmarks he had told me . Suddenly the conductor told me tat it was the stop and i asked him what ? He told me tat don't worry "YOUR GRANDPA TOLD ME TO DROP YOU HERE"  i really got the feel of my grandpa , his white beard stinking on my face the same feel i used to get 19Yrs back...and lost... lost for ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110840364438182581?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110840364438182581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110840364438182581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110840364438182581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110840364438182581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/02/unconditional-affection.html' title='Unconditional Affection'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110840197430980310</id><published>2005-02-14T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:33:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>There she is ... on the corner..&lt;br /&gt;There is darkness&lt;br /&gt;All around in this room&lt;br /&gt;The candle has melt..&lt;br /&gt;The rain has stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sun...&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to wake up....&lt;br /&gt;Her dress is torn&lt;br /&gt;There is blood on her face&lt;br /&gt;Tears in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She is awake&lt;br /&gt;She is alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this fate ...&lt;br /&gt;Wher is god ?&lt;br /&gt;Is he asleep&lt;br /&gt;Or has he left hope in her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't cry...&lt;br /&gt;But there is pain..&lt;br /&gt;She can't stand...&lt;br /&gt;There is pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are red..&lt;br /&gt;Dress torn...&lt;br /&gt;Blood on her lips..&lt;br /&gt;But a tint of joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a curse &lt;br /&gt;Or a bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood up...&lt;br /&gt;Took her dress..&lt;br /&gt;She was searching...&lt;br /&gt;for it everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;she was afraid ...&lt;br /&gt;whether they betrayed her..&lt;br /&gt;But she found it..&lt;br /&gt;Kept under the pillow..&lt;br /&gt;some dirty notes...&lt;br /&gt;stinking like hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in her is crying with pain&lt;br /&gt;The devil in us is smiling at the money&lt;br /&gt;There she walks &lt;br /&gt;with the money she earned&lt;br /&gt;Never thinking ..how she earned&lt;br /&gt;always remembring...&lt;br /&gt;WHY SHE EARNED !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110840197430980310?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110840197430980310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110840197430980310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110840197430980310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110840197430980310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/2005/02/love_14.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Tricksand</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/9/6564/640/01-Lonely%20Road%201024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10803681.post-110827538996190022</id><published>2005-02-12T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:16:29.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog......... i am not so good in writing so i will better startof with somethin else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This loneliness is killing me .....&lt;br /&gt;It ruins my heart......&lt;br /&gt;It shatters my soul.....&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry..i want to scream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this tears of mine wash away my sins....&lt;br /&gt;Let this love of yours....&lt;br /&gt;Purify my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is this sun ....&lt;br /&gt;Lonely am i&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is the moon....&lt;br /&gt;But not the stars......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is this sparrow....&lt;br /&gt;Who lost its mate....&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is this tree in the midst of this lake....&lt;br /&gt;Lonely am i ...&lt;br /&gt;Alone am i in this world...&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo Crowded.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10803681-110827538996190022?l=despenliven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://despenliven.blogspot.com/feeds/110827538996190022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10803681&amp;postID=110827538996190022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10803681/posts/default/110827538996190022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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