<?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-27564901</id><updated>2011-09-08T12:15:53.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinker...</title><subtitle type='html'>" The world is moving fast...people have hardly time to enjoy,notice,understand.. the beauty ...the wonders ...the little little things going around,made by a supernatural power....Is this Life all about? "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-1000908364802383208</id><published>2011-03-06T20:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:32:38.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A puzzle...</title><content type='html'>Strange but something seem to be out of place...something seem to be missing...&lt;br /&gt;Like a zigzaw puzzle seem be lost...does not know where it fits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every turn brings a new surprise all a sudden...surprised…good one or may be a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;But what is missing...something seems to be out of place...&lt;br /&gt;Like a page missing in a book ...the story seem to be incomplete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this race... in this pursuit...in the search of the goals, ambitions...&lt;br /&gt;School to college...college to work...Just the thought of goals, ambitions, technology..&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere still something was something...never realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset, the glow, the birds retry…stars shyly peep down&lt;br /&gt;Simply missed me...memories...moments...people...&lt;br /&gt;In this race, seem to have forgotten myself ...kind of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-1000908364802383208?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1000908364802383208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=1000908364802383208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1000908364802383208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1000908364802383208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2011/03/puzzle.html' title='A puzzle...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-5202305108054669173</id><published>2011-02-10T19:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:16:02.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A thought ... A belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I always believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“If you are good at something, marketing it is not required ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...it would always come to forefront someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;May be late, may be pain...is what you endure...&lt;br /&gt;Believe in thyself is the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the seekers would find you,&lt;br /&gt;those worthy eyes would note you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may not hold true in today fast running world....&lt;br /&gt;Today’s rule is even if you got the slightest talent, market it as though nobody know anything but only you...&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don’t know...who cares just know how to blabber something on it....flaunting language...jargon words...&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity seems to have disappeared somewhere in all this rush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what we all up to...fooling our self....&lt;br /&gt;Looks like some kind of rat race.... (Just wanted to be out of all this always...)&lt;br /&gt;(I know prompt comes reply in every mind right now ..."you cannot survive... you are lost")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what...its fun... (Yah requires a lot of patience, tolerance...)...when you rewind and play the entire struggle...The thought that runs in mind is… “Wahoo!! “Did so much ...learnt so much ...cherished so much ...that the prompt reply mind says with smiles ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That warmth…that smile...that good feel ...is truly amazing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ultimately, the little tiny moments matter a lot in life ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-5202305108054669173?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5202305108054669173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=5202305108054669173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/5202305108054669173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/5202305108054669173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-belief.html' title='A thought ... A belief'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-1354235509178852828</id><published>2010-08-17T01:28:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:47:34.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The cute little puppies ..Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere behind my mind, I wanted to write this story ...it has touched my heart...the scene is so clear in my memory, that I am never bound to forget it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A usual weekend...only unusual was 15Aug and me working on the same Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual heading to work place....little did I realize my flying craft (Vehicle) seem to have some problem? I got it check from a local mechanic guy who in spite of not understanding my all in one language...I try using for the other to get an idea of what I speak....Final outcome of that was there was an issue with air filled in the tires...now this was fun ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I looked around almost all shops were closed...people on roads with flag in hand ...few walking with their toddlers...few all pepped up for march past....all sudden the patriotic feeling was floating in air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Strange 365 days just 2 days the patriotic feeling is high...else no one bothers....all sudden the flag of the country holds its importance that day ...various parts of city holds up meeting where greatness of great leaders is reminded...award distributed..National song echoes every street....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All sudden as usual... I went into the thinking mode....I decided to ride further ask the locals for help me locate a puncher shop...at one place I asked the local in mix of Malayalam/ Tamil, as I conclude kanada was similar ....the local gave me a blank look...another man who seem to have understood me was telling that guy in kanada the location for puncher shop...I directly asked this another man...he gave me a cold look and bluntly asked me 'Do not I know kanada?' I said I don’t, else I would not had to struggle ...prompt came a reply&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...'You are in Karnataka ...you need to know kanada'....I got so frustrated .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quickly though ran to my mind, now tomorrow I go to Japan I need to learn that language. If I go to Spain ...do I need to learn Spanish....crazy idea altogether....I just hated the idea of all places I was in so called Silicon Valley of India. I was like why am I altogether in India.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Strange I was enveloped in so many thoughts...I saw the flag fluttering ....I somehow lost my feeling for it for a while....63 year of Independence...we still so small at heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The country was split into states for better management and development of the state...but the manager of the state declared them self the rulers..the country lost its goal ...now it was fight for languages priority, my state water your state water, my state electricity your state electricity..&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;matter that are not so important ...rather not to be even given a thought. But they become the headlines....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I honestly feel so sorry for our country...Yes there was a time I did think I should join politics...but I knew it well ..with these ideologies....I, myself would become a news headlines...and forgotten .&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why? is all I can ask...doesn’t the manager of state have a heart ..don’t they feel guilty ....are they always aggressive...Will our lok sabha be in headlines for people throwing slipper at each other and abusing each other.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will always the criminals get away with loopholes in the law, will the poor always suffer...it quite painful...this is true daker side of our country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess we would have been better if we did not get the independence/ so called freedom...at least those heroes who contributed big or small ...gave their lives for this country.. would not have been heroes and would have happily lived their lives.&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why does not everyone know the universal language...what was the purpose of it ...what was the purpose of the national language...&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A though even crossed my mind ..it would have been better, if the creator had made each man dumb and deaf...the argument over language would completely finish ....but he wanted us to enjoy his creations...and we...don’t bother but fight over trivial matter of less importance ..hear news of pain sorrow...hatred...violence...all for what ? At what cost....&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A golden bird once this country was ...golden soil as it termed it....is losing all it charms ..in figures we may give high number...educated...best labors...developing....I wonder from school time I kept hearing ..developing country ...63 year and still developing ....or rather a safe term to use must say...&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With really sad mind..with so many thoughts in my mind....I drove to find a puncher repair shop..Finally I found one ..a small boy ..playing with many puppies ...&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked him in same mixed language...he happily smiled..checked the wheels of my vehicle....told me the problem and began fixing...watching the puppies ..I asked him if they were his...he happily replied yes (all the conversation goes in mixed language)...I was so moved...in spite of speaking mixed language he understood exactly what I was saying....and worked on....&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If someone wants to understand you, wants to help and listen to you ..no matter what language you speak ...they would ...but if they have kept in mind ...this state will speak this language only outsiders not allowed.....Who is outsider...this is one Country....we all are Indians...&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In that case our cultures have spoken of respecting outsiders as god ....then why such indifference...&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I played with the puppies...cute adorable one ....when small ..they so much sheltered by their mother...are these elected bodies in the same role....to shelter , look after it population....rather than coming up with unrealistic idea spending cores on them, keeping half in everyone pocket whoever is involved..scraping the same later and giving another unrealistic plan....&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When will our country really grow...when will it be back the same golden bird...it looks like the vultures are preying on this golden bird and no one is there to help out....just 2 day we remember 'Our Country'...'Our Flag'...'Our National anthem'....I am glad atleast we have freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My vehicle was done....I started back to my work place...I turned and looked around...I saw the boy standing and all the puppies looking at the way I was going ....I was wondering if this boy too would forget the there is only one language of humanity, gentleness and kindness...will this society again corrupt such growing bud....&lt;span style="font-family:'Georgia', 'serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                              .....those little puppies happily wagged their tail following the little boy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-1354235509178852828?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1354235509178852828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=1354235509178852828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1354235509178852828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1354235509178852828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2010/08/cute-little-puppies-independence.html' title='The cute little puppies ..Independence'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-8554355340252852370</id><published>2010-07-07T16:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:33:44.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shadows....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are there and yet they are not there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You feel them a company and yet they intrude your loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes you tend to be or you pretend to be what you are not....but your shadows are pure they are what you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They seem to have no features ..details like you but they are outlines of who you are...who really you are....they keep popping to tell you if you are in wrong way...I guess that is why we always have guilt if things are done wrong knowingly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They seem to be friends with us and we can play with them when the candles are lit and darkness surrounds us.They seem to frighten us when we do somethings wrong, they seem to give us company when we are alone...they seem to whisper to.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We fear them when we are wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They are there and yet they are not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They are near, yet cannot touch them ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They are there ...all we can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They smile...smile watching us....yet we realise not....shadows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-8554355340252852370?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-4130469153590573097</id><published>2010-06-26T22:54:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:01:07.837+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time travel ....Mind /Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Travel through time...if true would be like dream come true...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder, human is so curious to conquer over time, pervious births, past future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Does anyone seriously think of today, the present they live in ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I admit, I am no different, think for the future, curious about it...In the pursuit I forget today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mythology have always mentioned of souls travelling around, while physically they are somewhere else..I used to be amazed with the thought of it ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But suddenly i realised now, may be it is true...It has happened to everyone, may be we did not notice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How strange,that your mind is in another world, somewhere else and you are physically are in another world ...Wahoo!!! Do we call this Soul/Mind travel...may be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Remember the school times when teacher used to try get back our attention to class....or the meeting where we are listening though our mind is else where....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many times we tend to name it love etc....or we name it tension /pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Probably we d'not want to sound insane ...we always have a reason to justify our soul/mind travelling across time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Memories....yah they are like data stored in the brain ....but are they stored like a video ..or like a bookmark to that particular episode...where our soul/ mind would travel through time and  we visualise the whole episode unfold, as though we watching a recorded movie.... strange we are physically are not at the same time where our mind/sould travel... to that chapter of past ... memories... Amazing, we can visualise it crystal clear ... even the minute details....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time travel of our Mind, our Soul ...I guess it is free has its own will, little does one realise we donot have much of control over it...name it anything.. we are blessed by this unusal powers...little did we realize it ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are humans...we tend to chase for what we donot posses...we tend to overlook our strenghts, we tend to ignore our special powers in the pursuit of the powers beyond...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-4130469153590573097?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4130469153590573097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=4130469153590573097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/4130469153590573097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/4130469153590573097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-travel-mind-soul.html' title='Time travel ....Mind /Soul'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-4579436944172755217</id><published>2010-05-08T01:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:48:14.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A drop of dew....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A tiny little ball of dew, reflecting rainbow…that rolls down …&lt;br /&gt;It means …life, pain, joy, excitement and freshness…just one need to read them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When it rains and the drop rolls over from the leaf...leaving it with a feeling of freshness…both the nature and the viewer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The little drop, speaks emotions of mankind&lt;br /&gt;When surprised unexpected with joy, excitement …with a big hug, screams, jumping around …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When you leave your dear ones or dear one leave you…these drops make you realize how close you are with your dear ones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When heart is happy warm...they always greet with a smile…..&lt;br /&gt;But when a heart breaks…when heart is restless, when the heart want to speak and no one to listen…these drops speak it all….with pain with helplessness they surround you.&lt;br /&gt;Like they are hugging you, saying ‘you are still alive, and we are with you’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drops which one has to hide with the smiles….’Keep smiling and world would smile with you’….but only ones who know u know...those drops...those tears…those chocked up locked up feeling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears…they say it all ….God made them or Heart…debatable one…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mine shall always be locked in heart …with a smile….&lt;br /&gt;Watching the drops the sky showers gently on the nature...&lt;br /&gt;With the cool gentle breeze….&lt;br /&gt;Stars above…peeping between the clouds ….twinkling….&lt;br /&gt;whispering ...’we are there…always’...&lt;br /&gt;A drop of dew says it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-4579436944172755217?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4579436944172755217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=4579436944172755217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/4579436944172755217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/4579436944172755217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2010/05/drop-of-dew.html' title='A drop of dew....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-719951869436403411</id><published>2010-01-14T22:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:23:55.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...yet sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Funny memories, thoughts keep flying.....True, I am always thinking…someone has to think while someone has to act…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes you do good things and sometimes you do things that hurt you, but you still do them, because you are thinking, thinking for the good, may be not for you but people around you close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange things is you know it’s quite painful, you know this not how things should be, or things could be different, but at what cost. Today you may be happy assuming that tomorrow everything will be okay but...the fact is it would just be a compromise…I guess we cannot be selfish ..Well I cannot….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you may want to learn electric guitar, u so in to, crazy in to it that u forget to see it that some people around you may not like it still just for your happiness they may compromise it…&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one always compromise, you always do good to other, that when you ask for something they have to agree because it you who is asking, for all you did all your life for them they ready to accept whatever you like, is it not a compromise in big sense….It is ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life all about give and take, I don’t know, I don’t think so...may be, may be not. It is all how you see it. Sometimes…sometimes you have to let go your precious ones, precious things for to break to give and take concept in the world….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your eyes shine with dew drop, and yet you need to smile and do against your mind and heart to fight …. To fight…to see the smile forever on other faces, close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you may have to face hatred and negative forces…sometimes…things don’t go the way u wish, you wanted …You feel the whole worlds seem to take from you, your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...you always feel that, the heart ache and you cannot take…You wish there were better way to make things right, to set things straight...happily...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes…yet sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-719951869436403411?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/719951869436403411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=719951869436403411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/719951869436403411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/719951869436403411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimesyet-sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...yet sometimes...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-6991936269576935468</id><published>2010-01-06T23:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:41:58.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A twinkle...a little star....</title><content type='html'>A new year has come; a new chapter has begun....&lt;br /&gt;Around I see, I see smiling glowing face,&lt;br /&gt;With warmth and twinkle in the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be happy as a year is gone and one has come....&lt;br /&gt;Celebration in air, family, friend’s neighbor all sudden seem to mingle...&lt;br /&gt;Air is filled with music of all times, warmer cloths are out....&lt;br /&gt;Some place the snow seems to bless and treat your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;While sun seems to play hide and seek in some places.&lt;br /&gt;Little children running around giggling and laughing....&lt;br /&gt;Few by the side of fire warming themselves.....&lt;br /&gt;People in colors red, blue white, pink...all is bright.&lt;br /&gt;Strange i see all but blurred....but my heart giggles...&lt;br /&gt;It seems to enjoy the giggles, the colors the warmth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this seem to take me back to my kiddo days...holidays from school ....celebration....&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did not much, I did love watching other do.&lt;br /&gt;Yah the most I remember about December ...&lt;br /&gt;...The red star shaped lantern hung outside sitting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Papa would place a red star at the sitting area.&lt;br /&gt;At night it looked amazingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Now why a star shaped lantern...&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t know exactly may be the angle star, But down in south (Kerala),&lt;br /&gt;I have seen most of house with the color star shaped lanterns hung outside the house during the month of December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down the memory line as I sail to ,&lt;br /&gt;I see the little me...vision seem to blurred,&lt;br /&gt;the little me in pearl white frock with brown dots...&lt;br /&gt;looking up on all the elders so tall they seem to me,&lt;br /&gt;then wondering if I would ever be, as I though everyone grew taller always.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have joined school at very early age, as I fussed to …&lt;br /&gt;little did I realize the education system would ruin the genius in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone I too had my favourite rhymes, though I use to love making my own...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the twinkle twinkle little star.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite stars in galaxy were the Orion….strange I still watch out for them …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle Twinkle little star,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the bunch of wonders so far.&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Up above the sky so high,&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream for me in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the racing worlds is down,&lt;br /&gt;When no one sees upon you,&lt;br /&gt;Fast sleeping by world, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Show me the magic twinkle, through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle Twinkle little star,&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark blue sky so deep,&lt;br /&gt;Through my curtains often peep,&lt;br /&gt;For you never close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;’Til the morning sun does rise.&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle, little star,&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder what you are.&lt;br /&gt;(Modified version) ---Deepti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-6991936269576935468?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6991936269576935468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6991936269576935468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6991936269576935468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6991936269576935468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/twinklea-little-star.html' title='A twinkle...a little star....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-3279795476894408148</id><published>2009-10-10T15:07:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:36:21.448+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Angel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does anyone believe in angels …yah …obvious…&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older we find it so kiddish…girly stuff..or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they are just imaginary characters to please kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then why as kid we hear, believe..look out for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why in christmas we hung out socks for santa to put our present in???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pratical, like the rest of grown ups we bury in our hearts and act like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometime i feel like laughing at this...why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People donot want to be the way they are...just for some other(God know who) they want to be someone they are not....I guess...I am no different either....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I let the little kid, the little girl play its tantrum..I know people around keep saying making me realise ' Grow up...stop acting like a kid...be more matured '...they donot understand and... I donot... All I know is its just one life,why cannot anyone do wat they want to...i guess most of time we are confused or wondering...or the society..is it right as a grown to behave this way ....ahhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like i believe in signs...I do believe in angels...yah they donot have wings..they are not dressed in white...they donot float on clouds....They are one just like me more human..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes I honestly feel i like the kal ho na ho type...serious...maybe...claiming to be serious typeo...may be i might be...God knows..some angel would make me smile ..change my life overnight...(smiles)..funny to think also...filmy (smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well,I guess I always look out for ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;els….yah …I do...sometimes i try being one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All a sudden i realise i just have this life, this identity..i would be gone oneday...practically mixed up with earthy element(Wind,water,fire,land)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All I want to do is now...days are going shorter..year vanishing...year of life, like the grain of sand slipping out of my hand....I kept going ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When i look back ...I feel.. I am the gardner in a garden..look after a plant..in the tough years..be with it ..gave it a life ..and when it was at its best ..blooming, and reaping fruits...when i suppose to enjoy that ...I happily looked at the other plant and its tough years...and cycle continues....but i guess the plant was always angry ...that i ignore it...when it was at the best...but the truth was i always watched it ...every plant has been dear to me...but no one ever understood it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was my thought mean/ wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I donot think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In all this where am i...slogging...working hard...no one saw that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am i being the angel...even if so...i am looking for angle...even more funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, till date i never found my angel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder now ,do angels exist....may be not...they really donot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just think, it would be better to cling that angles exist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and for me ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I still continue being the gardener...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-3279795476894408148?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3279795476894408148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=3279795476894408148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/3279795476894408148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/3279795476894408148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel.html' title='An Angel....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-6570105098350869842</id><published>2009-07-05T13:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:07:55.414+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SoulMate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A smile run across my face....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess every person sometime have the thought about soulmate...Everyone has a dream about how the soulmate should be .....Someone who wants you for you...not for what you could do for him/her...but, the person you are.i guess there should never be self interest attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate, who care who you are, who is intersted in your interest,has unique way to say he/she cares, loves, and would always be by urside through all the high low...thinks for you...helps you.., but should be from bothways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be your strength.Makes you cry sometimes with those silly jokes, just to see tat smile after the cry...like the sunshine after the rain with rainbow i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be your adviser ,let you know wat u deserve or wat you donot. Same time is also a great critic...help u be better person.Adds on best for yourself to you yourself, does not change you but make u look another side of you.Be patience, to listen to you when you are angry/sad/excited/in trouble. cares for you in every little thing you do ,want or wishes for.Who wants to do sometimes things what you like.Wants you to be happy always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoduced you to yourself, to your soul....is truely a soulmate...but it always works both ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious it is to have a smile yet tear at the edge of eye for some one you care, some one you love...someone you consider as your soulmate....speaking of how you miss but with sweet memories in heart, when your soulmate is not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glance ....the smile..that kills....that warmth in those eyes....which melts you down...,the though brings a smile and makes you feel the world is so beautiful....wanting you to be with tat person always.....I know, I am thinking of my soulmate......as i write .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-6570105098350869842?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6570105098350869842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6570105098350869842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6570105098350869842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6570105098350869842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/soulmate.html' title='SoulMate...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-7469744932412482784</id><published>2009-07-04T09:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:21:37.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marathon of Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a long time....back...but with a marathon of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The other day, i was thinking(as usual) why do friends leave ,and then reappear again...why do friends simply leave and never be seen...Friends from school/college/office/hostel/.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; best friends in school/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;collage&lt;/span&gt;/office ...another time strangers no clue where gone...."gone with the wind .."(jokes apart)...But why does it happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Funny thought came to me then.....Life is like a marathon ...friends are like who co runners with you...not always your speed is same sometimes you go ahead ,sometimes they go ahead... some may detour, some may drop out ..some may be there behind you....but yes ...ultimately...there is only one finish line...all will meet before the finish line ....you would see them all....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess it difficult to describe life, feelings,the wired feeling , the hurt feelings...the thought why ?,the thought cannot life be easy ..why do people around you have to make it complicated, the thought would the one next to u detour...or did the detour one come back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know , I am trying not to be biased and out of this ..like my ghost with my feeling is out of me when i write...funny i can see it dance around and say .." it tough to write without me.. you are still left back with some feelings"...true.. still left back ...my memories goes back to school...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did try finding some , some i have no clue and some ...lost in touch though tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Childish ,i must say at time...i feel..wish it was easy to understand human, why are people /humans so complex to understand....why in friendship people bring in ego/attitude....Isn't it simple,..which brings in smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laughing at their stupidities , getting irritated ,smiling at their silliness, being their at their tensing moment,getting angry and yet being back with them, talking to them ...and they understand, after all they are your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;friend and they feel the same for you as well...those moments in school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;, at office..at PG.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt; such a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;...Thanks for being my friend, always do ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wonder, why friends behave so different at one time and so different at other,and yet you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get an answer...even when you ask for....Why? is all you are left back with ... (my ghost frowns and with thoughtful look say " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; good question " .. and dancing that it was also written about') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With a marathon..to go on.....as it has only one finish line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like they say "World is small place ,which is like a circle ...where it starts, it ends".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Finally my ghost--- a friend to me, stop dancing and sync into me...bringing me back my feeling and me myself to me )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That what friends do ..."Bring back you to yourself "----Right ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-7469744932412482784?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7469744932412482784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=7469744932412482784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/7469744932412482784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/7469744932412482784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/marathon-of-life.html' title='Marathon of Life....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-7094965834813111818</id><published>2008-08-02T22:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:58:02.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The End...</title><content type='html'>Strange or even stranger....&lt;br /&gt;Wonders may be just wondered...what am I speaking about.....&lt;br /&gt;Till date various topic came in and out of my mind...but i guess this one is apt one that struck my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Why this one ...? "The End...."&lt;br /&gt;The though so confused in my mind ...with so many various thought now this one ...being from lost to dreams and sweet memories....Suddenly struck a though everything was made for an end...&lt;br /&gt;One dream ends, another rises... day end with promise of another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In childhood, heard of fairy tales a lot...one I used to love the most was of the sleeping beauty ...but was I never understood the fact…Why my small little niece always called me snow white...even if I tried she simply giggle ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thing u never understand and best may be leave aside....like the concept of life and life after death...but i guess human natures curiosity what is beyond the end ...or the beginning of new unknown life ....what is it ? is it true?...true or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say ....first time I want to write a lot but my thought are going zigzag....strange ...have my thoughts to come to an End...It hurts to know unknowingly , knowingly u hurt someone or someone hurts you...but does tat end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every face of life u have new name...I guess I too got many of them ....Glad with some happy with some …but seriously u get a feel of when things come to end…&lt;br /&gt;I guess that just before the older ones in family know their end has come they seem to be extra sweet ..knowingly. unknowingly they realized it… i guess to leave all those thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep , peaceful one...&lt;br /&gt;A dream i see…&lt;br /&gt; Breeze wind, I have spread my wing&lt;br /&gt; Fly high in the open sky, breath the freshness …&lt;br /&gt;Like butterfly fluttering away in dark deep woods..&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing what over other end&lt;br /&gt;I guess I realized, this is  the end….&lt;br /&gt;End for my thoughts to be read…&lt;br /&gt;End  for the blog as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-7094965834813111818?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7094965834813111818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=7094965834813111818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/7094965834813111818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/7094965834813111818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2008/08/end.html' title='The End...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-6052691058314130890</id><published>2008-03-31T22:39:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:44:10.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fly away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Open sky, breeze wind....&lt;br /&gt;blue or black...the space is infinite...&lt;br /&gt;...there is no limit to it...&lt;br /&gt;a little bird flies high ..... The joy, the chirping ...to fly high ...&lt;br /&gt;....in the unbound space ,to see the world below to cross the 7 seas.&lt;br /&gt;Tensed, to fly is all it knows ...&lt;br /&gt;the little one wants to fly .....&lt;br /&gt;Ocean apart, high above the ranges,&lt;br /&gt;Over the snow....over the thirsty desert...&lt;br /&gt;Stopping by the woods, listening to songs of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, (as usual) how i wish to be that little bird ...spread my wings and flap them against the gentle breeze....(Wondering am i got crazy! nopes)..i guess everyone has secret desire ...and if it were not this craziness ...would we ever have airplanes, jet planes today .....&lt;br /&gt;But seriously ....one searches for their being on earth, on this planet...the purpose, the goal ..the character in the play for which the world is set up....the ups and downs in the life are like the waves in the ocean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did fly high mean high position in the world or did it mean the height of satisfaction in everything and anything one does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a race .....&lt;br /&gt;some run for the run, some with passion...&lt;br /&gt;some may run to win , some may win by the run...&lt;br /&gt;for some the finish line is everything and for some its nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Some may fall and give up...some get up and get going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine u were in the race and u all sudden had wings to fly ..would the race matter anymore ...&lt;br /&gt;I guess no....&lt;br /&gt;But its not easy being a free bird....u never know when the hawk pounce u or the hunter gets u ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess the world is same ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;above the sky where my flight takes me,&lt;br /&gt;fly over the ocean....&lt;br /&gt;world is a beautiful place to be in ...&lt;br /&gt;the sunshine and the greeny wood...&lt;br /&gt;fly thee over the desert...&lt;br /&gt;the valley of fragnance,rose are not only the one...&lt;br /&gt;fly high above the ranges,with snow below me...&lt;br /&gt;Is this heaven ...fly thee over once again.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R_EnNXBafZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AWeTglnt6xc/s1600-h/bald-eagle-in-flight_2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-6052691058314130890?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6052691058314130890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6052691058314130890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6052691058314130890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6052691058314130890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2008/04/fly-away.html' title='Fly away....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-6359814215746973041</id><published>2008-03-20T22:45:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:50:37.378+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beyond this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gentle breeze .......&lt;br /&gt;Striking thunder,Flashing headlights ...&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the rain, seeing people rushing to somewhere ..&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere...shelter ..warm of home, or to be with their loved one to enjoy the first showers...&lt;br /&gt;Even trying to escape the dampness.Little i wonder ..(as i always do)...is there something beyond all this...&lt;br /&gt;These are moments , donot know if they are real ...the feelings,the emotions.Is there something beyond feeling , may be hardhearted one, may be romantic one ..what so ever it may be ....is there something beyond this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-6359814215746973041?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6359814215746973041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6359814215746973041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6359814215746973041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6359814215746973041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2008/03/beyond-this.html' title='Beyond this...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-4512718430019365274</id><published>2007-12-29T12:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:09:58.517+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Language....of Heart,Mind &amp; Soul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R6Nlj-RADRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/edC5MnsmvV8/s1600-h/music+note+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162081266580851986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R6Nlj-RADRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/edC5MnsmvV8/s320/music+note+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, i was thinking or rather a though came to my mind.. (obvious !!! Thinker u see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well this time it to do with Languages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess i can say on this being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;northy&lt;/span&gt; and brought up in south ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People say south language is tough ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ehmm&lt;/span&gt; difficult for me to comment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couz&lt;/span&gt; i have learnt it ...and my mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What i learnt from experience is tat, if u know one south language and the basic national language or the north language u would be able to understand all India language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The basic of south &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; language is same and the north for all is same....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is in language ...When u want to communicate and other wants to listen to you ..then even the words are not required....It is all about speaking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; heart,Mind &amp;amp; Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like a smile say it all , that i there for you always, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; doing good, it nice to meet you...and many more things it can express....Same way a tear can say that i am sad or i am hurt or i shocked ...many more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eyes too communicate.. sharp sparkling eyes in crowd..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; they capture the attention of one...the warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt; friendly eyes ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; they seem as though they have a story of their own they way to show ...many a time u feel eyes the image of the heart...Quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But in the fast world who has time to check out......But yes a sec you do stop by when a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lance fall on smiling face twinkling eyes and friendly one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay ...in fast noisy..traffic jam ..Have u not wanted to hear the soft music and away from silence .. have u not for sec wished u were in beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;oods&lt;/span&gt; with birds singing than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;horn king vehichles.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Birds singing ..or speaking ...we don't understand ...yet we call them melodious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Let see okay have u heard the cat fight the way they make noise..How do we understand all this ..we are not taught this in school ...we learn the basic sounds in primary classes ..then how do we understand ...We don't speak their language ,infact we donot understand wat the animal speak then how do we understand...Does Similarities come in ... i mean in Languages any where !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Simple ...Language....of Heart,Mind &amp;amp; Soul...or rather Lanuage of sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Quite a vast topic to talk about......... All I can say ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;" Dil nay pukara ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dimag nay suna- pukar hai pyaar say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aur athma nay kaha sahi kaha tum dono nay ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jara samjho is pukar ko --- ayee nadaan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-4512718430019365274?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4512718430019365274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=4512718430019365274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/4512718430019365274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/4512718430019365274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/languageof-heartmind-soul.html' title='Language....of Heart,Mind &amp; Soul...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R6Nlj-RADRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/edC5MnsmvV8/s72-c/music+note+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-1901036401580149246</id><published>2007-09-08T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:31:12.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memories.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R3eWQsisW_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OOmHI5Z5pAQ/s1600-h/tea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149749912500198386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="97" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R3eWQsisW_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OOmHI5Z5pAQ/s320/tea3.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The gentle breeze....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pleasant climate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;......a cup of tea...the sound of leaves as they play with the wind.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reminding ..of the life and memories of like....(Did i sound like old one... :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Memories can be of past ..(flashing back in my mind) of the present moments....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Many memories may be sweet bit with a pinch of pain mixed in them .....sweet yet when u see them flash they give u a pinch...and at times you wish u were in those times rather than come back to present....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Life is seriously strange, or is it faith ....I really donot know,What to say ....I guess i was one of those people who never believed in faith destiny much ....I always believed that one makes them .....but ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;There came a time , when i had to put down my weapons and salute that force..guess i myself now say ....there is something known as faith and destiny..or some supernatural force ..it was hardly for me to believe it...but there is some force (may be tat wat people call as Destiny /Faith/God),name it anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I have seen things ..change at last moment ...what ever it may be ..say it work , say it personal life ...say it any thing..u think things will happen ..actullay u see them happening right and at nick of sec they go against or upset...Wierd ...but it happens ...I guess it happen to all .....once it can happen ,twice it can happen ....but not always ....or most of time...funny ..that when the thought came to my mind....destiny or faith or supernatural power has something else in mind...(ehmm ...do they have mind...I really dont know ...never seen though)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hey...i started with memories I landed with faith ,.....may be supernatural powers wanted me to....hey no laughing over this ...now if u laughed over it (giggle.. what ever!!!)...glad to put a smile on ur face ,that way.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes,a though cross ...that I seem to know a lot ;yet i know too little ...almost equal to speck of dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I used to always say ....may be follow...to make everyone happy ..there is one rule one must be unhappy....i used to say from long time ..if that case ..then why not me be unhappy one...now i too gain at this..seeing others smile ...a smile may run across my face and mind too ...(ehmmm someone getting reminded of ...blog 'smile')....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seems like my blogs are getting interlinked ..inter-dependent...what ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;one may call it....hmmm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The life cycle is where it end,there is new begining...so my blogs to follow same ....interdependent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I look by seeing memories built up ...as my present too joins the past records...in the little files in the brain.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Memories are something that bring a smile ,with drop of tears....and makes u feel fresh ...so much has gone by and still u feel ... now what next ..waiting for the new begining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/27564901-1901036401580149246?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1901036401580149246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=1901036401580149246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1901036401580149246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1901036401580149246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-memories.html' title='Sweet Memories.....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/R3eWQsisW_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OOmHI5Z5pAQ/s72-c/tea3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-719885900997621860</id><published>2007-09-01T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:16:33.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking across a busy street....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....all a sudden i stop .....realising ....there is something wrong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...where is every one racing to ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......Every morning...get up ..hurry to work ...work , tensions, Boss putting timeframes, if ur PL then working out ways to get things done on time , exhausted by evening come home eat something and sleep off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;............... Next day the same story begins all over again .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some sort of recorder life has become......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many a times, I have seen people been like this ...kind of u see a virtual steel chain tired around them , which they are trying to break through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May be i know what it feels like .....Couz may be somewhere i too a part of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does it calls for a change ..may be definitely ...tat why it always to take a break and associate oneself to nature....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;True, Everyone has their own ways for it ..some go on vacation some may pursue hobby, anything it can be ....Well !!! would be my way ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess my family members would know it...!!! Any guess....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105198189231688210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/RtlOtGEfShI/AAAAAAAAADw/E0ZLNZN-1bU/s320/beach.bmp" width="174" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the evening strolling by the beach side , with the wave gently touching or rather washing my foot and the gentel breeze with sprinkle of sea water ...with the star shining and lighting the night sky ...and far u see the light of the boats retuning home ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The beach, I always miss is the Shanghumugham beach in Trivandrum. Nothing great about ...more of feeling attached toward it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that my way...each has their own ways ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With time ..(this i was told by a friend of mine) a person should change....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i am here not to change ...but to adapt, adopt the quality which i lack and better myself ..but never change to incorporate the world and its ways.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope,I am right, well i guess when your heart say or agrees to what you do and ur head kind of agree ( though it never completely agree) then listen to it, and follow it ..as long u know you are not doing wrong and you believe in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-719885900997621860?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/719885900997621860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/719885900997621860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html' title='Changes....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/RtlOtGEfShI/AAAAAAAAADw/E0ZLNZN-1bU/s72-c/beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-6765126676564164629</id><published>2007-08-28T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:36:26.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At Times.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/RtRGq2EfSgI/AAAAAAAAADo/yYZs37ZxfnM/s1600-h/imagesqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103781979600407042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/RtRGq2EfSgI/AAAAAAAAADo/yYZs37ZxfnM/s320/imagesqq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At times ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....... you feel , everything is out of your hand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...you try to set things right....but seem like everything seems to try ..turns against you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You feel no one care or bothers to understand .....seems like you are taken for granted.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;........seems like you are there by default for everyone, to do everything.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At times you wonder ...what is your value in their life ....Do you have any value ...or simply wasting your time trying to do you duties or out of your happines.....ultimate what Happens? ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.....Remenber I once wrote "Expect &amp; you Regret "....i guess we are back to square one....i think everything starts from there and ends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why does it happen always? Why do i have to always tell myself tat if u expect and you will regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do i have to come back to square one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                  .........I guess every human expect, but i have always seen at time you are to understand everything around you.You are to bend down with time. You are to always to understand situation, compromise,adjust...everything ....no one does that ...they simply have reason to tell you why you must do so ...why you must adjust always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why does it always happens, times seems to slip out of your hand, like sand slip between your finger... or rather the sand as it seems to fall in hour glass when tilted.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At times i wonder, why does anyone has the feeling of being sacrified to situations.Questions engulf you, and you are told to carry on with life, but is it easy? with no solid reason to satisfy your questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok,well I am know to have the convience skill or talent whatever you can say ... i mean till date it has worked ...but the best is when it comes to me ...i'm not given/ or i do'nt get a chance to convience....I landup being helpless, inspite of convenience skill ability....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;..... why does, it happen always ...why do i come back to square 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                                                                                         .......little do i wonder always ...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-6765126676564164629?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6765126676564164629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6765126676564164629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6765126676564164629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6765126676564164629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-times.html' title='At Times.....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/RtRGq2EfSgI/AAAAAAAAADo/yYZs37ZxfnM/s72-c/imagesqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-3905527263712631630</id><published>2007-07-30T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:01:56.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rq31ZsGDtsI/AAAAAAAAADE/iq9Wo7XlIAI/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092996575308003010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rq31ZsGDtsI/AAAAAAAAADE/iq9Wo7XlIAI/s320/dreams.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rq3xcsGDtrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Gf7jRKphKf4/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......The open sky with my wings to fly and see the whole world from above.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....the stars at night, Wish i could fly to them... rather than just watch them .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imaginations can take u so far ....far from reality ....but then they give u feel abt ur presence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be for few minutes u feel quite happy being in the dreamland.Many a times the dreams may be close to reality ...when u make or turn them as ur goal ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehmm ..i mean if a dream to fly would not have come ...would aircrafts,rockets..etc would have come or rather the gilder would never be invented ...they too were dreams to fly ....its just the passion to drive the dream to reality .....Where there is passion , where is hope and where there is will ...dreams turn to reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does destiny come in to picture? does it have a role to play ..couz offen you come so close to your dream..almost see through reality,But something twist at the right time in a wrong way ...and u can see ur dream shatter ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As though glass shatter to peices ,and yet you cannot do anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just watch ...no one can help you or get you out of that moment....you are always there by yourself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you can do is with smile and pain in your eyes watch it all ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now thats painful and everyone has definitely come across with situation like that.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But does that help us to stop dreaming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess , it help us dream bigger ,being more daring ....and back with urge to get back trying to succeed once again....Now i call that the spirit of life...and wish everyone to have it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its quite easy for me to say this...couz i know ...there does a come a saturation point ..when u can take it no more ...u tend to be stronger to fight back but ...mind wise u get more and more emoional, sensitive...and may be there might be time when u cannot take up with dreams breaking up and keep hitting back in certain issues ...But still keep up a mask of being the strongest of the whole lot....god that really tough ..but still have to be done .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that mean you should stop dreaming...i guess with smile dream ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some one ...did tell me one time ,that dreams are waste of time...Only an Idiot Dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you dont dream ..u would not reach anywhere..u simply take things as they come ..life does then would not be a challenge...there would be nothing pushing u ...LIfe would no longer be adventrous.May be this is challenge for me to prove ...Dreamers are not Idiots... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With colors around me ,&lt;br /&gt;With fargnance of fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;And gentle breeze wind...i fly high above ...&lt;br /&gt;The sky above me and the ground below me ...&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/27564901-3905527263712631630?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3905527263712631630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=3905527263712631630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/3905527263712631630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/3905527263712631630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams.....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rq31ZsGDtsI/AAAAAAAAADE/iq9Wo7XlIAI/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-8675191420745301125</id><published>2007-05-31T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:35:04.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expect &amp; u Regret</title><content type='html'>My eyes caught this ..meaning of a status message of a friend ....quite intresting ...&lt;br /&gt;...automatically my finger itched to write on it ....couz it is Quite true ...a known fact...&lt;br /&gt;Where ever u expect u regret say it anything to everything....&lt;br /&gt;I admit i have face it .....say it work,home, relations... the moment u start to expect ...we feel uneasy u feel tat things r not the way u want them or "expected them to be"...i mean u dnt tend to enjoy every moment ..u land up complain....at times ....&lt;br /&gt;i mean the fun, the spirit vanish off all a second....&lt;br /&gt;but when u take things as they come ....its like u getting the best u can...&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying one should not aim for the best but wat i am saying is tat ..instead of grumbling for things around ... why not appreciate ....coz some may not be even as luck as u ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite apt to end ..where there is expecation there is regret..and where there is regret there is no peace of mind and where there is no peace of mind ....life is worst than the haunting ghost....heher....funny but true ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-8675191420745301125?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8675191420745301125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=8675191420745301125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/8675191420745301125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/8675191420745301125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/05/expect-u-regret.html' title='Expect &amp; u Regret'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-1258609368551145072</id><published>2007-04-03T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:30:47.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do things have to be this way .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wondering wat i am upto this time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Thinking for a title (rather a topic) my fingers itched and the words printed on my title text area.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;              A though, yes this was a right one i could  write on ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many a times standing a qeue, or when there is huge rush for nothing..when the world is fast racing ...rat race u can call it or wat..god knows ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    where is everyone racing....for name fame glory .....yes required but this way ....&lt;br /&gt;I mean  as we see ants  busy ..i feel we humans r being the same.....&lt;br /&gt;U see it any field say it political, coporate...take it any where i guess the question does arise has it to be this way ....say it erservations, say it way the street r ..say it the condition of the city ...wat ever ....this question does pop...in everyones mind...&lt;br /&gt;Wat can be done abt it...nothing much ....but try working it and say cannot it be done another way ..if it can then try doing so ....may be seeing u another would and slowly everyone would....and then the world would be a better place to live in ....in better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-1258609368551145072?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1258609368551145072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=1258609368551145072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/1258609368551145072'/><link 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href="http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/02/finallybeaten-up-by-time-butwith-smile.html"&gt;Finally,beaten up by Time but...with a Smile&lt;/a&gt;" a month back and this one is  with cheers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Ehmm ...well u can say, the funny incidents tat take place have a big hand in the change t of mood from serious,and glumy one to bit cheerful ones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  Well something like tat happend to me yesterday..nothing unusual..had happend a few times before ...but i found it funny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; In short...walking back to my PG.. in evening ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                          ...was crossing the road, and the time played it games ...my sandal gave away ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    ...and the signal( red till then) changed to green ...to my horror...all the vehicles like little monster furious watching me with their so called cream light ..horning at me....i mean for sec ..i could see my heart jump out of me..and running frantically on ..quite funny ....though it was not,then .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         Yesterday it was kind frightening(though i am not scared of anything), but today i feel like laughing over the whole episode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I guess when time goes bad ....when things go against u ...when u find time beating u ...the best way to rejuvenate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;think of funny time, ..to bounce u back in spirits....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                                               ....tough ....but it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-6112481686759296768?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6112481686759296768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6112481686759296768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6112481686759296768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6112481686759296768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/03/with-cheers.html' title='With Cheers ...!!!'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-6971086779759399123</id><published>2007-02-20T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:03:24.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally,beaten up by Time but...with a Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2X6cbbDgI/AAAAAAAAACA/suncBZo3y9o/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070375785808465410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2X6cbbDgI/AAAAAAAAACA/suncBZo3y9o/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wondering wat this all about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sounds wierd ...nopes not to me or anyone who knows to me .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my twisted way of telling simple things.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I always have a habit of saying sentences tat mean a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;like for example.... " Gone with the Wind" ..simply means i am not around or ....i am not at desk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Same way when i say ..."Time - Toughest &amp; Best Teacher of Life"....when i said tat i mean it straight way but if u read the hidden meaning i meant it ...time was at one end i was other ..we had a great statergic palnning and plan of action for each other ....in short declared war on each other ...funny na....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When i say now "Finally,beaten up by Time but...with a Smile"... may mean that i accept de&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2ZAcbbDhI/AAAAAAAAACI/A_dw8WUFbd4/s1600-h/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070376988399308306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="124" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2ZAcbbDhI/AAAAAAAAACI/A_dw8WUFbd4/s320/images4.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;feat with a smile...i guess the toughest part in life to do is to accept defeat ....ppl say keep fighting ....but how long ....it like ant fight a elephant..yes true ant wins with wit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but todays world wit does not work ....cunningness or sharpness ..or rather the selfish attitude can lead u to top .....is tat the way to the TOP.....does that being on TOP means anything....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just dnt know why but wanted to write down ..wat i felt and i am doing tat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is something tat brings a smile to me ...when i was writing my junior had told me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"there will be downfalls.. ....but in the end u will succeed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I understand.. it is really tough i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   watever i say,wont make things easier 4 u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but still...keep that confidence going.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sounds quite motivating ..but....Ever seen a line graph....it has positive slope and negative one...at times u see it goes to negative slope.....which vanish of to infinity ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The world seem to be against you..you struggle to keep yourself positive... but then u feel like ur giving urself false hopes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" didi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but still..keep ur hopes alive&lt;br /&gt;wherver u are... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopes...as ppl say window to bigger world ..imagination ..dreams..the Betrayer....which shows u the ground when u set to fly in its breeze.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmmm.....people say friends say ..everyone say ...times says tooo..its just tat we need to see wat happen at the end...like a movie the whole life is ..just tat movie may be 2/3 hrs and life goes for years....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;movie is imagination... &amp;amp; ...life is reality ....&lt;/span&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/27564901-6971086779759399123?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6971086779759399123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=6971086779759399123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6971086779759399123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/6971086779759399123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/02/finallybeaten-up-by-time-butwith-smile.html' title='Finally,beaten up by Time but...with a Smile'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2X6cbbDgI/AAAAAAAAACA/suncBZo3y9o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-9218553516449944341</id><published>2007-02-20T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:45:39.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost- A feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2UP8bbDeI/AAAAAAAAABw/YQAK2FDnmCY/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070371757129141730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="86" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2UP8bbDeI/AAAAAAAAABw/YQAK2FDnmCY/s320/images3.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wierd !!! but at times a feeling of being lost comes in ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.... a feeling u lost ...a feeling u see strangers ..even the know seem stranger to u....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2TmMbbDcI/AAAAAAAAABg/S41M8pQYsZo/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the world all sudden feel alien to you....the world and ppl seem to move fast as someone has played fastforward switch...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070371181603524050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="94" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2TucbbDdI/AAAAAAAAABo/WYonJLTJPHo/s320/images4.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everything seems to move in a blink .....seen those fast moving lights in video or the photographs of such last moving light......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmmm....now things r moving out of my ....kuch samjh nahi araha hai....i guess this time comes for all when the feeling of lost ...alienated....aloof comes in.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2UwsbbDfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZR_XZHBh2aw/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070372319769857522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="60" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2UwsbbDfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZR_XZHBh2aw/s320/images5.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Funny life has its own phases ..the tiny miny ones too which seem to be forgotten with time ..na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think i am not able to understand wat i write myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/27564901-9218553516449944341?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/9218553516449944341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=9218553516449944341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/9218553516449944341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/9218553516449944341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-feeling.html' title='Lost- A feeling'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rl2UP8bbDeI/AAAAAAAAABw/YQAK2FDnmCY/s72-c/images3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-117031301358651569</id><published>2007-02-11T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:11:19.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Masked face...or Shiny Armour ???  What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7FS6gMm3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lwTNHGVrLRU/s1600-h/img2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030174762552040306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7FS6gMm3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lwTNHGVrLRU/s320/img2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wondering wat this whole stuff is abt???&lt;br /&gt;Even i am wondering... Wahooo!!!! So much of Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;( Hold it !!! Keep the wonder for a little while, may be useful later as u read on )&lt;br /&gt;Opps!!! lets get back to the real stufff....&lt;br /&gt;Okay !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did u ever feel tat person u know really well( in &amp; out ),all sudden u realise on some occasion (or some day) tat u actually donot know the person. That person can be anybody a friend, a lover, a collegue, a boss, ur neighbour....anybody as matter of fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7FeqgMm4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ANcLb-5nQj0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030174964415503234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7FeqgMm4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ANcLb-5nQj0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now the wonder plays a role ( is wonder button on ? no, then switch it on it )....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it tat we make mistake in understand persons, or is it we using our imagination too much ...Okay may be couple of times u can tell tat to urself, But does tat happen always.....No !!!Then what is it, ehmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually ...In todays world(as far as i have seen),Most of people try masking themself to something they are not or they wanted to be, or simply just to be mysterious.No one reveals true oneself, yah...its true tat each person has a darker side which no ones knowes just tat person ( whose darker side it is)...tat fine ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But people tend to hide the fact wat they r really... heard of fariy tales and old stories where there used to be masked parties...The world is like tat masque(masked party), and each person is like the masquerade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why r people like this? its actually a sign of insecurity... being not wat you are,or may be not confident of themselves,Or rather to create impression, may be just to change the outlook of one self,or simply they want to keep aloof ...dnt want any one to know them ...so tat no one takes advantage of them...It like the world out there is sweet and bitter at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U have ppl who appreciate u and u have people who degrade you of wat u possses..say it quality or materialistic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At times it requires to put the mask on ...not for anybody ...But for urself..just to save urself from being vulnerable.. Same time, it becomes difficult to identify people...quickly.Now why did i say quickly, hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine a wall being painted fresh and when rain fall on it as soon as u painted ...its washed away, same way masquerade in the time of trouble would show their true color on to u ...or rather u r gifted then with divine powers to see throught the mask ...the person u never known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That abt the mask ...wat abt this shinny armour...oh, its same thing...just another word...but means the same....we cannot see ..behind the shiny armour(rememeber the picutures and stories realted of it,the huge steel like chunk the army men wore in olden times)...the real actual person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still wondering???...i guess tat enough of trouble to little brain tat works so hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally wat the whole conlusion..."To mask or not to mask "? well its depends on the situation....But to identify the real behind the masked is important...and for tat may be u might have to mask urself ....Man always wanted to save himself from trouble .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-117031301358651569?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/117031301358651569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=117031301358651569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/117031301358651569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/117031301358651569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/02/masked-faceor-shiny-armour-what-is-it.html' title='Masked face...or Shiny Armour ???  What is it?'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7FS6gMm3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lwTNHGVrLRU/s72-c/img2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-116980051626291695</id><published>2007-01-26T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:55:46.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A thought-Why ....???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7Yg6gMm6I/AAAAAAAAABE/-6pDh7TbjoA/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030195893791136674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7Yg6gMm6I/AAAAAAAAABE/-6pDh7TbjoA/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7YWKgMm5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yM1DpAWVsRI/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When anger strike and u can't strike ...&lt;br /&gt;....Tears roll down , u know u can't do anything.....&lt;br /&gt;You want to speak your mind out, u know u can't speak a word&lt;br /&gt;No one seem to understand..&lt;br /&gt;for world...You seem to rebel(as world think so )...&lt;br /&gt;....for world ur being stubborn,illogical,immature,kiddo kind.. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess each one of must have gone through this, or going through this....a question pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why ??? ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No one seem to hear me, no one understands....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;......couz the journey to life is to be travelled alone.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why should anyone understand you or hear you......Time today plays the most important role..no one has time to waste on others.....Some ppl may listen to you but yet would try to help you.But then ...no one but only you can help yourself...situtaion like this come whether you r ready for it or not...whether u like it or not....then why grumble all the way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do what you want to do, the world would keep saying,pay no heed to them ..they source of degradation to ur confidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The funny thing ...when such time comes, i become a really silent person ...(though generally to my dear ones i am not like tat)..the best place i would love to go is to beach ...a particular one in my home town where i was born and brought up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When thing go worng u understand nothing ...tat time when i am at this beach ...it like the wind around there engulf me as though it wants to hug me.the gentle waves wash my feet as though it wants me to relax...and added with sprinkel of water as though it want me to refresh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Each one of us had our own way to boost our morale...motivate, to cool oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Now question is ...&lt;strong&gt;Why? &lt;/strong&gt;am i writing this ...couz it is a thought ...&lt;/span&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/27564901-116980051626291695?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/116980051626291695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=116980051626291695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116980051626291695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116980051626291695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2007/01/thought-why.html' title='A thought-Why ....???'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7MHVUHxG6iI/Rc7Yg6gMm6I/AAAAAAAAABE/-6pDh7TbjoA/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-116616448689135977</id><published>2006-12-15T11:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:46:57.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3-Tier Theory....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2906/1600/915362/3tier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2906/320/999737/3tier.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wondering wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; this 3 tier theroy is all about....!!! Any guesses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well it about human behaviour and attitude.....well, no..no I am no MBA student..to lecture on this ...but its wat i follow and may be many follow but donot realise....i did not think of putting it in black and white till i talked to a friend of mine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is 3 tier theory ...well the name is as put by me ...a trait which i constantly follow ...may be tat why i might be called stubborn/fussy as many may say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;About me first as this trait is strongly noted in me....I am person who loves to learn from life, time and people around me.It is quite important ,it help you be a better person and helps u face tomorrow better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am i sounding like a management student ....Hope so not .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am person who believe that any work done should be near to perfection and such that no questions can be raised on it.(Kaam karo tho aisa ki sab yaad karay!!!)...well i guess u should be know for quality of ur work.(well many might not like it but..tat way i am )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now wat is &lt;strong&gt;3 tier theory&lt;/strong&gt;.....well it how u react to situations....many ppl may go bonkus over a situation,many may handle with patience,many may rather not bother ....Human traits r many and u cannot define them ..but i tried defining one tat is my own one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay imagine a situation "suppose there is problem in team,i know other team is wrong, i give 3 changes for them to admit it ".... ( this 3 is responsible for the 3 in 3 tier theory.....3 seem to be my favo number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why 3 chances ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They always say ...give a chance for a mistake .....when so tat make total 2 na ( one time mistake &gt;1 time learning time from mistake)but i give 3 times,so hence now u know from where 3 tier theory got it name ...(aray ... okay computer say borrow kiya tier theory)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay this way i put it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. mistakes can be made once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. 2nd time is chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. 3rd is warning ...after tat u know wat i can do, 3rd is my last and drastic step i take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so tat why i say 3 tier theory ..dont know how many follow it and did any one not it ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for me it works ..thats why it makes me the way i am .....like it or dnt like it ....but i just love this theory.This attitude i carry ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People with good attitude do survive..but just tat things goes a bit tougher if u believe urself then u should go ahead ...couz atleast u have satifaction of ur quality which shines when u ppl see or know u ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Never do anything with 1/2 heart u never suceeed,as output would not be upto ur cabilities..if u think...tat u learn to develope to like it later....be careful ...couz when things go wrong this though is definite to hit u ...." i never liked it much " &amp; may take it for granted...and not seriously work ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But if u were not sure of wat you have to do then its okay ...u can pick up tat attitude ....but u know what u want to do ..never take risk for ur success..( tat what i think !! dnt know if u agree ...forget not i write what i feel , what i think is right )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ehmm.... so i tried not to sound like management student/lecturer....but cannot help it if i did ..hehe ...human trait study is intresting ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In future post u would know more ....as i decided to write down every thing i learn from human &amp;amp; their traits ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-116616448689135977?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/116616448689135977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=116616448689135977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116616448689135977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116616448689135977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-tier-theory.html' title='3-Tier Theory....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-116410804883337999</id><published>2006-11-21T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:03:48.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2906/1600/588145/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2906/200/760543/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We come face to face with lots of things, fear, failure,unpleasnt things/people.,also ppl we dnt wish to see in life, with the weakness in us, with situations we onces dont wish to come across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life is like a mirror ...which makes us face those things which we like and which we dont like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever noted when we come face to face with ourself we realise lot of things , a lot of question s arise, some can be answered but some cannot ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But we know every question in world has an answer, nothing is here without a reason....Nothing with out a purpose......Then how come ,why ppl say tat...there r few things tat cannot be explained.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do not we come to &lt;strong&gt;face to face,&lt;/strong&gt; why do we find reason to evade of the answer ....couz they r hurting.or just to please us.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I don't know"....as i say, as it has been told to me by my elders(my uncle,which i remember till date) it means to say tat person know everything....but just organising the though or giving it a second though.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Heeheheh wondering where i began and where i ended ....well, ask my close friends..th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2906/1600/119699/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ey tell..i jumping jack ...start one topic jump with a weak link....u keep wondering ..and dare not ask m&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4794/2906/1600/742131/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e how does the next topic link couz i tell u tat weak line to u as well .....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All i can say : &lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagination is window to the beautiful world ahead.............." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-116410804883337999?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/116410804883337999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=116410804883337999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116410804883337999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116410804883337999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/11/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-116039049335715912</id><published>2006-10-09T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:17:26.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smiles...the Warmth feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/320/smile.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just imagine a morning when open ur windows, the sunrising, u watch the people passing by in the street and every one had a warm smile on there face, sounds cheerful ....Great way to begin the day... so beautiful ( even the thought)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it so easy to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, i dnt think so... The toughest when you everything is going wrong in front of you. When you want to break in to tears and yet you have to smile ..or put up with tat smile....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever seen that smile has lot of pain, a lot of feeling ..which need not be ever explained.....and the eyes says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Smile has it charm ....can make someone feel better, can also get someone head over heels for tat smile.I guess a fake smile and a smile from heart can be clearly distinguished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Plastic smile, would never have the warmth and the real smile ..really for a sec may make you forget everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is always said a smile on a face need less of muscles working rather than a sadness on the face,And also a healthy excercise.(Have heard also it also a secret to keep a face young ...smile....how true is tat God knows. But nice reason to get people smiling.... :-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever notice though at time it really ache laughing and smiling but still, that smile remain ..we dnt grumble abt it ...tat moment is full of fun .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is for free,it does not cost anything.It there with everyone ...high or low...small or big...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever seen a small kid giggle, the sweet smile on the kids face with twinkling eyes....quite true,pure straight from heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Warm smile say its all , a greeting, well wishers,i care.......you can interpret it anything positive....as long its a smile from heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-116039049335715912?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/116039049335715912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=116039049335715912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116039049335715912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/116039049335715912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/10/smilesthe-warmth-feel.html' title='Smiles...the Warmth feel'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-115857066810393627</id><published>2006-09-18T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:07:53.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life+Friends+Time+Hope+Goal+Priorities.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well...Life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cramped up with all little little things ..say it friends,family,hopes, goals,wishes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life is... Kind of package given to everyone...same properties, same elements....but difference is how one uses them ...by using appropriate access specifiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ehmm am i talking too much technical terms....ehmm seem like Java is no different from life ...just tat Java was made by humans...Life is by some supernatural power...tat cannot yet be described or explained....ehmm ..well not comparing Java with Life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually, I realized many a times there comes a confusion a clash of wat to chose of wat not to ..Friends/Goals/....i mean there does come a confusion in everyone's life....when u have to chose between all ur important things...Priorites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess i do have but i guess i need to learn tat....couz i evaluate almost everything on same level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess my attempt and my pursuit to get everything working and everything happy kind of...God knows how long will it work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess experience and life with teach me....My best teacher ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My whole point for this article is not to speak my though ...but had a idea may be everyone goes through it ..but just keep it to themselves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you ask me I was trying to live in a so called perfect world ..which world is not ..not every element in the world is constant.Changes do take place....but i guess the basic properties of almost every element is same...just an updation/deletion takes place or rather may be some new properties may add on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ehm.....i guess Java ghost got in to me ..tat i am speaking tat way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess i write better the next blog....and stop before i land up using every concept possible and rather invent new ones .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( i guess i myself am not able to understand .....but still bear with it !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-115857066810393627?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/115857066810393627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=115857066810393627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115857066810393627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115857066810393627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifefriendstimehopegoalpriorities.html' title='Life+Friends+Time+Hope+Goal+Priorities.....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-115253831477854897</id><published>2006-07-10T18:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:08:24.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Moments of life,i remember....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;time goes by&lt;/span&gt;....and as thoughts flow by ...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;few memories come in&lt;/span&gt; my mind..of my past and those wonderful time i had ..which i remember.... till date&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As a baby ..must have been a naughty child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;must have been a sensible /serious one ..must have been different in many ways from rest ( i know none, but my parents must have seen tat in me) ....But one thing i know for sure is,&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I was a unique for my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;youngest,&lt;/span&gt; you could say i was kind of &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pampered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by eveyone ....aaha ..not to forget my &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sister and brother&lt;/span&gt; also contributed to it a lot.....I guess that why &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i always took life lightly &amp;amp; cool&lt;/span&gt;ly or guess still taking it that way(Strange!!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An incident which obvious i dnt remember....but my parents keep telling me...&lt;br /&gt;This was&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;@ Triupathi&lt;/span&gt;,I was hardly 2-3yrs.Well, before the darshan ..one has to wait in a long qeue,well so did we...as my sister being eldest was given the responsiblity to take care tat i dont get lost.Some person was speaking in really&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; loud voice&lt;/span&gt; to his wife...(ehmmm nice way to become center of attention.....hmmm...)obvious having eveyone to watch them ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But me as &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;curious as cat,&lt;/span&gt; have to explore everything around ....managed to slip myself out from my sisters attention...God know wat went in my mind...went and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;slapped at that person's bald head&lt;/span&gt;.....(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Opps!!!&lt;/span&gt; did i do something wrong ..ehmmm rude thing to do ..but then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was a kid na&lt;/span&gt;..!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Imagine a music system playing in loud &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;volume all sudden comes to zero level&lt;/span&gt; ....would not it catch all the attention.....well the same thing happened here tooo...Ehmmm!!! yah just that again i gave a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shock to my parents&lt;/span&gt; ..couz they though that person was sure to shout at me for my innocent act...but things had to happen different&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;....he did not say a word,&lt;/span&gt;his wife was kind of smiling and me cheerfully returned to my parents....guess wat...it seem he never spoke tat way the whole time....infact where every my parents saw him in temple ..he just gave a sweet smile....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( Hmmmm....i guess naughtiness for purpose ....wat do u say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another incident....which i remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The space beneath the bed used to be my tent( who can stop the imaginative world ...... )and on such occasion i slept off...i guess i was hardly 4-5yr....and finding me not around a search &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;squad was sent across to find the little missing girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;who else's me!!! aray i was sleeping beneath the bed na )...must have given worst scare to my parents...finally after hours of pursuit....some how a thought to try home search again for last time came in to view.....finally .....!!!!!my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;papa found me...&lt;/span&gt;God ..the blast i got that day......but i guess i understand why i got that....after all i gave them a good fright(hey, now i was kid i found it cozy...i slept...abb, this not my fault na)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I think of such moments..it seems &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like i flippling through some old books or rather a Photo album..&lt;/span&gt;.Still remember of beautiful places i have been in our country, of beautiful flowers, of the rivers,of the drops that seem to have light of its own in the light of sun.Of the snow.the sound of birds, wind &amp;amp;nature,of the tension i might have given &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to my dear on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time really flies....but these moments seem to happen as though it about yesterday i'm talking about....&lt;br /&gt;Life, these were just few moments, if i get to writting the list is tooo long ...............i guess it same with everyone....&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But experience in life teaches you a lot&lt;/span&gt;...i guess &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;best teacher's award goes to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No one can teach you better than Life itself, tat wat i believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;High or low,good or bad ..everyone goes through them ...so am i. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-115253831477854897?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/115253831477854897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=115253831477854897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115253831477854897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115253831477854897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-moments-of-lifei-remember.html' title='Few Moments of life,i remember....'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-115152384751739423</id><published>2006-06-29T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:54:16.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dosti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was just wondering what am i suppose to write on....my fingers were etching to type a &amp;amp; imagination waiting to drive me to different world....most important my heart wanted the freedom to speak......then a good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;suggested a line of topic, but of all Dosti was something may be i wanted to write on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many people may come and go in one's life.Some may stay forever,some for some time and some just vanish with the wind.....but the one who stays forever is rare these day...couz that person is really a true friend...These days it really hard to find true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, with time with your surrounding also people change...everything is bound for changes...then what are people then.....are they not bound to changes...but still when a friend changes, a friendship changes ...Why do you feel bad ..kind of uncomfortable kind of unbelievable.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is "dosti "limited to just time ...Is it that no friendship is life long.....I don't know ..But may be you know the answer...Let me know if you do ....Because I have tried being one of them,but then it is not all effort from one end it has to be 2 end that keep dost ...But still it nice to know ur thought about sometime someday...As a good Dost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think "Dost" is all about impact of one on the life of the other...May be for the good or the bad...The impact of person in once life matter.........I guess it all about person,impact, the moments shared..All in short called "Dosti".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-115152384751739423?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/115152384751739423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=115152384751739423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115152384751739423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115152384751739423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/06/dosti.html' title='Dosti...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-115107969502266535</id><published>2006-06-23T21:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:42:09.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shero-Shayari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was time when, urdu ...not many of todays generation knew....but then all sudden after relase of certain movie(that used shayari rather than dialogues,"sorry no offends!!!") ...every one seem to be keen intrested in shero-shayari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today,it is kind of fashion statements...a way u can show off....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rather another way to impress girls(may be,no hard feeling pls)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And yes for many it can be a start to urdu shayari ..a new way to express onself....in poetic sense....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Urdu once upon a time an official language in certain northen states which was later changed to hindi....Sure what ever may be the reason ...this language does have it charm...from the king in the olden days to youth of today ....shayari still has maintained it magic,a never ending one........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-115107969502266535?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/115107969502266535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=115107969502266535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115107969502266535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115107969502266535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/06/shero-shayari.html' title='Shero-Shayari'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-115036739554172851</id><published>2006-06-15T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:59:55.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time !!!</title><content type='html'>Why? A question arises in my mind, Is human  helpless in front of time ? I mean for a sec the person may have felt tat the whole world is in his hand and near to wat a person dreamt ....say it anything career, ambitions, dreams ....and then at the nick of time everything turns upside down ...why? why could not human atleast achieve some control over it...After all human claims to have powers considers it superior to animal...but r we really?????&lt;br /&gt; Strange though, but just happen to come......couz i am also a one who is trapped in the time trap.. time some how make one feel helpless...&lt;br /&gt;   No matter what one may say....u can control time....can we really? we can assume tat time shall not go bad, but can we? may be try twist it to our favour...but still time makes us take tat efort na....&lt;br /&gt; well let me give some rest to my thoughts.....let it stop  for time being......Time!!! must say tat ticks its way out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-115036739554172851?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/115036739554172851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=115036739554172851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115036739554172851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/115036739554172851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/06/time.html' title='Time !!!'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-114897151298528760</id><published>2006-05-30T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:09:40.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fraction of seconds</title><content type='html'>In a fraction of time, things change from good to bad from  bad to good....u never know wat going to happen in next sec....&lt;br /&gt;   Accidents, career, happy moments,everything in world work on time fraction.....someone above watching above... for them seems like a huge theater and lots of happening at different end...&lt;br /&gt; how insecure time is.....&lt;br /&gt;how unrealiable things r.....&lt;br /&gt;but where there is a smile every fraction is an experience.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-114897151298528760?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/114897151298528760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=114897151298528760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114897151298528760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114897151298528760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/05/fraction-of-seconds.html' title='Fraction of seconds'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-114846023305807512</id><published>2006-05-24T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:08:11.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gem stones of sky....Stars...</title><content type='html'>The hour when the sun shy away ..the birds retire home...few still at work and few back home sleeping it then  when these tiny little angles arise in the sky ....in some design as though someone took the pain to design the empty sky to add some charms to it...... the stars in night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing part....at night when evere look up ...we know they r always there watching us....the little shiny one...wonder they have life of their own.....&lt;br /&gt;                Who placed them there ....but defintely a smile runs across ...when i see them ...when the world seem to busy and everyone is lost .....there one thing tat always makes me feel back to life....there always one thing that makes m feel special ...one thing tat always with me...stars.. the night sky ...&lt;br /&gt;   The gentle breeze tat seem like ur been hugged the stars like friends make u feel u there and not alone...no matter how lost the world is .....relaxing is it not.....well for me it is.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-114846023305807512?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/114846023305807512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=114846023305807512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114846023305807512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114846023305807512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/05/gem-stones-of-skystars.html' title='Gem stones of sky....Stars...'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-114785846415284083</id><published>2006-05-17T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:37:17.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rains...!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sunny day.....the hot burning sun....seem like the sun is really thirsty....god a though to go out ,itself make the mind uneasy.....&lt;br /&gt;Nature has its own ways to tell us how to enjoy it......&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly.....the sky turn dark the wind seems to have a mind of its own ......sweeping away the dust and anything it can on its way.....all anyone may wonder...why? such a change......why is the nautre acting more like a monster.....&lt;br /&gt;but then u feel the gentle drops ..from heaven , acting as a blam to the confusions created a little while ago...&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fragnace of the earth around....now shows how thirsty the earth was....and he brezee being more gentle tempting u to walk out of the shade u were ...to protect urself......&lt;br /&gt;Rains!!!! the first rains ...are always a sweet ones.......but then when they rain too much ....wishes r back for the warmth of the sweet sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-114785846415284083?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/114785846415284083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=114785846415284083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114785846415284083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114785846415284083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/05/rains.html' title='rains...!!!!!'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-114740661866361651</id><published>2006-05-12T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:27:57.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wonders</title><content type='html'>Wonders....i just keep wondering ..why things happen ...who manages them ....past few days the bangalore evenings were wet.....the nature too wanted its change...i guess that why from the sunny hot weather it changed to rains.....&lt;br /&gt;             Wonder, days do they ever remain the same????  The usual days begins and ends....but then wat is going on ...is this all ???&lt;br /&gt;     It is always said people come and go in life ....some remain and some fade.. why  is it like this....&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!! if i give a chance for my thoughts to go on, they keep questioning me....now tat going to be tough ...finally after all i'm the one to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehmm ...i guess this little word wonder means a lot ...it means a question, it means an answer ..it means a statment of facts to some...but to me right now it just means a list of question waiting to be answered some day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-114740661866361651?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/114740661866361651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=114740661866361651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114740661866361651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114740661866361651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonders.html' title='Wonders'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564901.post-114680321720013048</id><published>2006-05-05T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:23:18.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Though</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A first thought that comes in my mind.....Who am i writing for???  Who is ever going to read it .....but then a gentle breeze  a smile across my face....i am writing just for me.. a place where i can  write my mind ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27564901-114680321720013048?l=deepsthinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/feeds/114680321720013048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27564901&amp;postID=114680321720013048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114680321720013048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27564901/posts/default/114680321720013048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepsthinks.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-though.html' title='First Though'/><author><name>Deeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324390976058255128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/2906/1600/4262504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
