tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42496885117872753572024-03-13T07:47:35.519-07:00LifeSiddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-85090575919195450822013-07-28T11:44:00.000-07:002013-08-11T00:52:40.794-07:00Why Do Men Behave Like Women <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/06/21/article-2006321-0026157500000578-313_468x396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/06/21/article-2006321-0026157500000578-313_468x396.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since ancient times men have been the provider and the protector. God gave them a logical mind to aid in the survival of their families whereas women were supposed to sit at home and control the kids and cook that raw deer the men brought home after hunting. Women had nothing to do other than that, and logic had nothing to do with whatever chores women had to perform inside their straw homes. But there was something that had to be developed, so women developed sensitivity. Sensitivity for her kids and also sensitivity for her fellow females who needed someone to be sensitive with them so that they may not feel alone. Among other things that developed was their ability to multitask, to seduce and to nag.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In ancient times, that is in the golden ages women subconsciously knew about this difference so they did not interfere with the men's psyche. Things got worse when the gap between men's rationality and a women's sensitivity squeezed to an ant. Women thought that they could also be rational and men were falsely made to believe them by men's own stupidity and a women's carnal abilities. Things were going well until the balance between men's rationality and women's sensitivity was disturbed. Men started behaving like women and women not aware of whatever's happening blamed it on the guy, and so these phrases like,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Don't be a pussy."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're such a girl."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Stop crying like a girl."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Why are you so sensitive?" Came into existence.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reality check ladies. You want us to be sensitive and when we start behaving like it, you curse us to be behaving like you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Are men to be blamed ? Yes! God gave you the gift of reason and you let it get wasted by trusting some extraterrestrial, oversensitive species, more than yourself (there are scientific proofs that women actually came from Venus). You just want to believe them or they will make you believe them, and they have the means to do that. You get seduced by their beauty and their lustful ways. Inside you know that you don't want to do as they want, because you know that it may not be in your best interest, but she is still able to carry you away with her irresistible scent and her jaguar like curves. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">God made men with with just one manufacturing defect. Actually there are two but I would like to talk about one. Like in the words of Robin Williams.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"God gave us all a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time."</span></b></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is so true. This is men's weakness and men who can control it, can control their girl and control their world.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So why am I even writing this article ? To tell you about a fact? To discuss something ? None of it. I just want to talk. Want to talk you about how things are. Maybe you could give me a solution to this. What happens to men's reason when women come and ask us to do the most illogical thing ? What happens to my reason when I try and concentrate on my big presentation tomorrow at work and I think about her and can't concentrate? Why can't men say no to something when that thing is asked of them during a passionate kiss? Why do men have the urge to not see women's grouchy and sad faces and eventually yield to their outrageous demands? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All I know that for us men nothing is for free. We have to pay for everything be it for a pizza or keeping his woman happy, whereas for women everything is free. Things have been like this since ages and I dread that things may not change in the near future.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is there a solution or are we damned to live in this constant war of logic vs sensitivity inside our magnanimous brains? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-30384489466629429012013-07-26T00:22:00.000-07:002013-07-27T02:11:24.006-07:00Booze Booze Everywhere, Not A Scotch To Sniff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sheer awkwardness and helplessness can overwhelm you so badly during certain situations. I recently went through such an experience. Me and my relatives went to this Pub where everybody was allowed to drink but me, and this was due to me being the youngest of them all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was too devastated than frustrated to an ocean of booze all around, and not being able to take just a pint or two out of the shore myself. I got so pissed that I sat in my place and did not talk to anyone. My father noticed me and began his unrelenting ordeal to make small talk with me. Just to figure out what was going on in my mind.</span><br />
<a href="http://thepourblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/like_father_like_son-11995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="http://thepourblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/like_father_like_son-11995.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Excerpts from that talk.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<h2 style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What I wanted to say</span></b></h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Why aren't you saying anything?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " I am not saying anything because I so very badly wanna do something else with my mouth."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a little while.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad :" Don't be bored. We are here for a very "short" stay. Atleast you should enjoy."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : "What? Did you say shot? I am up for one."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Is anything bothering you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " No dad, it's everything that is bothering me and what bothers me the most is that you have had your 3 large and I cannot even sniff my regular scotch."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Eat properly, do you not like the food."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " My throat is really dry dad,it's choking, can I order a drink to wet it a little? Maybe then the food will slide down my throat !"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My dad telling other guests,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " My son is a very fun loving person, but he takes some time to open up."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " Yeah dad, just let me order one little one and I swear that I won't require a single second to open up."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<h2 style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What I really said</span></b></h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Why aren't you saying anything?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " Got this really important mail to send." I said while playing temple run 2 in my phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a little while.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Don't be bored. We are here for a very "short" stay. Atleast you should enjoy."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " I am enjoying dad just don't feel like saying much." I said crossing 5000 metres.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Is anything bothering you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " Nothing dad, just don't feel like talking."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " Eat properly, do you not like the food."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : " Had too much in evening snacks. I feel so full."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My dad telling other guests,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad : " My son is a very fun loving person, but he takes some time to open up."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I let go of this comment with a smile in my face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">**Sighh**</span></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-19880165647849008112013-03-16T11:42:00.000-07:002013-03-16T12:12:33.921-07:00The Art Of Moving On : Practical Techniques On How To Let Go And Move On After A Nasty Breakup Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.6</span><br />
<br />
<b>"I Don't Want To move on". Please stop fooling yourself :</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Now don't tell me that you don't want to move on! You know that it's just an excuse for the old you trying to run away from a more independent new you. Please don't tell me that your heart rate doesn't rise when you accidently run into a cute girl in a music or a grocery store. Don't you feel nice when a nice girl just passes by and smelled like roses,fresh, right out of god's factory? What if a beautiful and sexy girl comes and sits just beside you on a flight? Don't tell me that you don't have the urge to talk to her.<br />
<br />
The 'I Don't want to move on' thinking comes to mind when you're not brave enough to go forth and talk to the girl whom you find attractive. We are men after all ! We have urges. Listen to those urges. Buckle up and flirt !<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.7</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<b>Stop comparing every new girl that you meet to your ex :</b> Human beings compare. It's in our nature. Your mom and dad compare you to your friends, poor people compare their lives to the rich and some people even compare their lives to their dogs. They say " Oh! Tommy(strictly referring to the dog race here) has such a nice life. He sits, eats, plays, barks, takes a poop and then sleeps, why can't I be like him?" Please don't do that, do not compare. Don't compare yourself with a dog and please don't compare your ex with any new girl you meet. Eventually you will find that all the girls are the same from the inside and that only their exterior packaging was different. Once you peel that skin one layer after the other, you will be amazed to find that eventually they all come out to be just the same; so please don't judge and compare.Don't keep fantasizing about your so called ' perfect ex ', instead strive to make your relationship with the new girl a fantasy.Then life will be a gift, every morning will be a very good morning and every night <span style="color: red;"><!CENSORED!></span>.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.8</span><br />
<br />
<b>You Are Not Alone </b>: If it makes you feel any better, seeing people suffer with you, then you are in luck. You are not alone. The whole men race is suffering. Some people have crossed this ocean of pain while some are still struggling to swim to the shore. What I want to convey is, keep struggling and one day you will also come over it. Please don't shut yourself down to new girls and new opportunities, the future of the Alpha Male is dependent on you, and every individual's contribution is important.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.9</span><br />
<br />
<b>Stop running away from her :</b> If you are still emotionally attached to your ex I know that whenever you see her number flash on your cell phone, your heart start running as if in a 100 m sprint. Whenever you look at the pics with the two of you together you feel an unbearable remorse.<br />
<br />
To avoid feeling like this, you start running away from her. You change your number, burn her pictures and even delete your common friends from your facebook account. What you don't realize is that you are running away because of fear. Fear from facing a feeling that can always return in the future and haunt you.<br />
<br />
So face it, face your fear, face it now and don't let it haunt you your whole life.Face that feeling like a soldier in war who has no way out. Pick up her call. Feel the pain when you hear her sweet voice, feel it good, cry out loud and get used to the feeling. Don't burn her pictures, have a nice look at them. What do you feel? Now take them out the next day and the next until you feel alright about them. Pick up her calls, listen to her voice even if your heart seems like it will fall out of your chest. Face the feeling now and get it over it. Don't let it haunt you the rest of your awesome life.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.10</span><br />
<br />
<b>Be Selfish </b>: It's a bad world out there. Full of heartaches and you can't shy away from it. You need to fight it and win against all odds. You need to live your life to the fullest, find your perfect match and live your life with all the love and satisfaction.<br />
<br />
In the course of achieving all this, you need to think a little bit about yourself too. I know that you are a nice guy, all helping and also that you are a 'very understanding and caring boy friend'. But being selfish does not qualify you as a bad person. People can be selfish in a good way also. Being selfish also means taking care of yourself, taking time to think about your well being. Being selfish also means being aware of some witch's evil plan and not to let her fool you.<br />
<br />
Be selfish, keep your eyes wide open and if you find a suitable match who is also loyal to you and loves you the way you love her then drop your guard and embrace her fully.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Link To Part One (<span style="background-color: #fcffe8; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Y9ND7MTE5EXQ</span>) :<br />
<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: #66bb33; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 30px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
<a href="http://therevoltismine.blogspot.in/2013/03/the-art-of-moving-on-practical.html" style="color: #ff3300; text-decoration: none;">The Art Of Moving On : Practical Techniques On How To Let Go And Move On After A Nasty Breakup</a></h3>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-22163982408173769842013-03-15T09:29:00.000-07:002013-03-15T10:45:54.591-07:00The Art Of Moving On : Practical Techniques On How To Let Go And Move On After A Nasty Breakup<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://tarynmaxximilliandafoe.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/birth-shitty-stuff-happen-death-false-circle-of-life-sad.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://tarynmaxximilliandafoe.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/birth-shitty-stuff-happen-death-false-circle-of-life-sad.png" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Sometimes you just have to turn around, give a little smile, throw the match and burn that bridge. Learn from your mistakes and change them for the better."</i></span></blockquote>
Hey fellow readers! <span style="font-family: inherit;">Let me tell you all </span>a little bit about myself before we go on this journey of 'Moving On'. First! I am just a person. Second ! I have also been in love and have had my heart broken into small, tiny, microscopic pieces. Third! I am not a relationship expert who has all the answers and I'm sure nobody has. What I have to offer, is an experience, an experience that I will share with you in parts.<br />
<br />
'Moving On' is an art and since we all are artists in some way or the other we can all learn to practice this art and master it eventually. An attachment to the past not only gives rise to unnecessary emotional stress but also hinders the natural process through which you improve and transform yourself to become a better human being. A large part of the human race, the young and the old, find it difficult to move on after a break up.<br />
<br />
"A body tends to be in its present state before being acted upon by some force," as Newton says it; the first law of motion is so analogous to our psyche as well. We are resistant to change, always reluctant to move forward. We always want the old ways back, we are emotionally tied up to the place we grew up, we're emotionally tied to our first bike, our families and our childhood pet. While all these memories are healthy, emotional attachment to your EX can be detrimental to your emotional and physical well being.<br />
<br />
Here are some powerful tips that, if taken seriously, will surely help you to forget about her and get on with your life.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.1 </span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b>
<b>Decide firmly that you want to move on :</b> Are you sure you want to move on and you definitely don't want to go back and make things better? Yes ? Then carry on reading. First, make sure that you won't go back what comes may. Whenever you have a strong urge to go back, think of the scenarios that will help you to stay away from her. It may be the regular fights, the constant nagging, her many male friends, her habit of flirting with other guys, her non-understanding attitude, her indifference towards you, etc. Think about what may go wrong if you get back together. Write it down on a piece of paper and say it out loud. Maybe you are sure that the flame wont be reignited, that you are exhausted, and that going back will only make things worse for you if not better.<br />
<br />
After thinking about all this are you still sure? Then read further my dear friend !<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.2</span><br />
<br />
<b>Remind yourself the kind of 'BITCH' she was :</b> Remember the day when she turned your friends against you? Or when she told you that she's out with her family and went to meet a mysterious guy friend? Or do you remember how bad she made you feel about yourself everyday ? Or how she ignores your calls when she is with her friends ? Also, do you remember when she said that she will leave you if her parents won't approve of you?<br />
Every time you feel like going back to her, please remind yourself what kind of a bitch she was to make you feel so angry so unwanted and unappreciated. How she cheated or fooled you into believing that this relationship will last forever or that she will never ever leave you or lie to you.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.3</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b>
<b>If she's happy without you then why can't you be? :</b> Girls have an excellent ability, the ability which helps them score good grades even when their relationships are going through a hard phase or even in the midst of a break up; if you are put in the same scenario you will hopelessly struggle to concentrate on a single word and have difficulty to even score a decent 'D'. It is a very rare gift from the almighty, a gift of 'forgetfulness'. They can easily forget anyone or anything. So far, guys have not been able to develop this ability but I'm sure evolution will help bring this ability in the future men's race and then we can be at par with ladies on this so called <b>'GIFT OF FORGETFULNESS'</b>. Until then keep fighting the good fight comrades!<br />
<br />
Yes, girls forget and she has forgotten everything about you. She's forgotten all about the great times you had, the bond that you shared, the compassionate kisses and intimate hugs. She may also be busy making new memories altogether with your <b>best friend</b>, then why do you have to bother so much and stick yourself to those past experiences. Be happy, talk to new people,date, flirt and make your own experiences. Do whatever makes you happy. What would you like to do if you had time just for yourself? Do it now, this is the right time. Make use of this period of joy, it is also a gift from the almighty. Think about the activities that make you happy rather thinking about her and just go forth and do those activities.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.4</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b>
<b>You Are Awesome. Love and reward yourself everyday : </b>Remember ! <b><span style="font-size: large;">You are You!!</span></b> Shun any self-deprecating thought. Hit the gym, go swimming, go watch your favorite game or immerse yourself in an activity that you love to do. Make use of the new found freedom and do something constructive with it. Remember that being in a romantic relation is a full time job and does not give you enough time to concentrate on yourself and the things that matter to you.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>Start Loving yourself, you are awesome!</i></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.5</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b>
<b>Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, why are you still hitting yourself ? </b>(In the words of the great Mike Myers):<b> </b>Got this one from the movie 'The Love Guru'. The most important thing that you should stop doing right now is blaming yourself. If anything, blame her ! Blame her for not understanding, for not paying attention to your wants and desires. Blame her for her selfishness and egoism. Blame her for lying to you. Have infallible faith in yourself when you blame her. Thoroughly believe that whatever blame you are putting on her is absolutely correct. This will give you a satisfaction that you could never have imagined, try it and experience the 'Wonders of blaming'.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Moving On Tip No.6</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b>
<b>Understand that pain is only transient : </b>You need to understand that what you are feeling right now is only transient and will only last until you have found yourself a suitable match. One of the goals of the human race is to find a suitable match and live their whole lives with them or in a nutshell<b> 'Reproduce'</b>. Understand that the goal will be reached eventually but now the path will be different. The pain will only last until you find the one who is best for you. Until then live your life going around with random chicks and being hopeful in the background.<br />
<br />
I will be posting some more tips on the <b>Art Of Moving On</b>, until then practice all the techniques given above and tell me how they make you feel. Keep visiting my blog as I try to fight this<b> 'Not Moving On Amongst Guys' </b>syndrome.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-12320143666312383052013-03-13T13:15:00.000-07:002013-03-13T13:15:04.340-07:00Pros And Cons Of A Breakup - A Thorough Analysis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGgPrvhsxHMywZ1PX-KGHpGQpzPhBchgGuWFXzxxgs34T6WUSH5VAxlc9fFZuHDHL-of96CzlNO3JYjYu59ICUKHbaOHKFT67-p5amkQgFo-KTRsGVjkTBclVNfn137e4zrKlHhTdrh8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGgPrvhsxHMywZ1PX-KGHpGQpzPhBchgGuWFXzxxgs34T6WUSH5VAxlc9fFZuHDHL-of96CzlNO3JYjYu59ICUKHbaOHKFT67-p5amkQgFo-KTRsGVjkTBclVNfn137e4zrKlHhTdrh8/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItIPOU22NunEhj20utqMZt6U8Px7rujfEkvIOgaG7wLb0T2xRWWSm6v3ChMJ5FA1WYq5P8m3rrLjZ0p_mix57bT0MdRa2TZwRquts_3i_Ao6ZkhO8pu-39GnDD8rBY4xvZwFaiYitKdU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItIPOU22NunEhj20utqMZt6U8Px7rujfEkvIOgaG7wLb0T2xRWWSm6v3ChMJ5FA1WYq5P8m3rrLjZ0p_mix57bT0MdRa2TZwRquts_3i_Ao6ZkhO8pu-39GnDD8rBY4xvZwFaiYitKdU/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-87712421207806357052013-03-13T10:35:00.001-07:002013-03-13T10:42:56.724-07:00Finding Your True Self - Inspirational Quotes <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/578448_10151111510208907_1609663429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/578448_10151111510208907_1609663429_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0gUl4jAx6KddEgbehgCtRKnVNGn-_87E5PTjLygq1ZzaxcalsKqRPVN2yaInFXzS6QDpZ9rGP3JZRD2_S2WSxrEdPJl92sS3p31C_M75G5hHJ-SXHRBzntyZNleJvVC91JnZOo8W8GIV/s1600/good+insticts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0gUl4jAx6KddEgbehgCtRKnVNGn-_87E5PTjLygq1ZzaxcalsKqRPVN2yaInFXzS6QDpZ9rGP3JZRD2_S2WSxrEdPJl92sS3p31C_M75G5hHJ-SXHRBzntyZNleJvVC91JnZOo8W8GIV/s640/good+insticts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://inspiringshortstories.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/always-trust-your-instinct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://inspiringshortstories.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/always-trust-your-instinct.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://mycreativeedge.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Instinct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://mycreativeedge.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Instinct.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfMio2CDPjSlDEQwgKp9PpiAReI2RusyXA2IpwGN4wWoOetflWzZUrhw8V7ceTkoj7Cn1dF61T3Obg634-r88FDO35f9jolnfgh9nFdLj3KTNblIcitp37VLlfggycZmVxKtuC0EEJ-A/s1600/Do+one+believe+the+road+signs+there+is+no+one+way+if+it's+your+truth+then+its+the+right+way+there+are+many+paths+beyond+the+rules+of+limited+thinking+trust+your+instincts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfMio2CDPjSlDEQwgKp9PpiAReI2RusyXA2IpwGN4wWoOetflWzZUrhw8V7ceTkoj7Cn1dF61T3Obg634-r88FDO35f9jolnfgh9nFdLj3KTNblIcitp37VLlfggycZmVxKtuC0EEJ-A/s400/Do+one+believe+the+road+signs+there+is+no+one+way+if+it's+your+truth+then+its+the+right+way+there+are+many+paths+beyond+the+rules+of+limited+thinking+trust+your+instincts.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://blog.crescendoh.com/.a/6a00e5528309ac88340168e6a9af13970c-500wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://blog.crescendoh.com/.a/6a00e5528309ac88340168e6a9af13970c-500wi" width="383" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.sofiesundberg.se/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/TRUST-YOUR-INSTINCTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://www.sofiesundberg.se/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/TRUST-YOUR-INSTINCTS.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/p480x480/59730_618792604804679_1818912977_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/p480x480/59730_618792604804679_1818912977_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPrYNWgRvmI1tf87_e6QbRALdY_cQEKFzw_oCAGQTgDS1BdT3RMVy813d__K1HW-jPkr1zCey3YnfKR_RWKzOAHAg4F0OqrLDAXOEXkeo-gpeNVV_B-it1HO6OS7vhxeZqNwRwNh5IF0/s1600/The+voice+-+there+is+a+voice+inside+of+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPrYNWgRvmI1tf87_e6QbRALdY_cQEKFzw_oCAGQTgDS1BdT3RMVy813d__K1HW-jPkr1zCey3YnfKR_RWKzOAHAg4F0OqrLDAXOEXkeo-gpeNVV_B-it1HO6OS7vhxeZqNwRwNh5IF0/s640/The+voice+-+there+is+a+voice+inside+of+you.jpg" width="387" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://people-equation.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/What-the-heart-knows-today.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://people-equation.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/What-the-heart-knows-today.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqHocOxk679MIG8zsANKZLnEwySjBhpV7QFQ2maSw9bHdcmurRQU8gFPbm56NawK5tQbXCsJMMAB4bJcpnSPjFE6w6vmUvCxeQeqFHSejkzs8kedYmftxAnTatAiFOSBLgSMmYUis85Y/s320/tumblr_lw66fh8C9d1qa0na7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqHocOxk679MIG8zsANKZLnEwySjBhpV7QFQ2maSw9bHdcmurRQU8gFPbm56NawK5tQbXCsJMMAB4bJcpnSPjFE6w6vmUvCxeQeqFHSejkzs8kedYmftxAnTatAiFOSBLgSMmYUis85Y/s400/tumblr_lw66fh8C9d1qa0na7o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://appliedalliance.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/innervoice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://appliedalliance.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/innervoice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbOtOhPdrmFbyClw0lm5ofM8PHk0VlumXor2EaLTwr0wdDfi4OJ7orSoudWu5TWgb9g21Vb9vF4FWpk_lBVtpbCj8ImZxAcHXxwqvoi8YBK6huTHK4YJ8ccp4TcFumj9yZvUST8fg6pA/s640/love+oftem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbOtOhPdrmFbyClw0lm5ofM8PHk0VlumXor2EaLTwr0wdDfi4OJ7orSoudWu5TWgb9g21Vb9vF4FWpk_lBVtpbCj8ImZxAcHXxwqvoi8YBK6huTHK4YJ8ccp4TcFumj9yZvUST8fg6pA/s640/love+oftem.jpg" width="510" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYjmTZVYJvdJi6BChYeBEdTz6UxTPgLyjzrfvgEwf_TcbhEc5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYjmTZVYJvdJi6BChYeBEdTz6UxTPgLyjzrfvgEwf_TcbhEc5D" width="406" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/haveamagnificentday/files/2013/01/live-the-life-you-have-imagined3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://blog.beliefnet.com/haveamagnificentday/files/2013/01/live-the-life-you-have-imagined3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.thefreedomexperiment.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Untitled-1-500x337.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://www.thefreedomexperiment.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Untitled-1-500x337.png" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS21Y2EHfNiv0SrwgNWr2gYwzLpmJVg4CMvoi9HslsFlcuKCFX5" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS21Y2EHfNiv0SrwgNWr2gYwzLpmJVg4CMvoi9HslsFlcuKCFX5" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://ambitiondaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/photo22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://ambitiondaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/photo22.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGeSEfwAG7P7rQLLzdKrBtbiAbweJPUgUiqaabNDnH5HjAo1aD" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGeSEfwAG7P7rQLLzdKrBtbiAbweJPUgUiqaabNDnH5HjAo1aD" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ0SXKUQ3a1RowhlNuGXi4bdi-lmDXjMsMofoIsB0xNKbL83BDG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ0SXKUQ3a1RowhlNuGXi4bdi-lmDXjMsMofoIsB0xNKbL83BDG" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.lorensworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/instinct1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.lorensworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/instinct1.jpg" width="444" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://i.imgur.com/H0sLo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://i.imgur.com/H0sLo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7agfqDbiGrLj7eO4OvlUvlYpXJO6QN6dE4Rhq0bGxqttR748jswDtzGraPj1GYKebpjcENO768BDSNNr3ZT7q7zQgFw7ZP84_pnu1DYpof4SBgGfU6ATdyOYpMZkeNs7mRVS6fFZNrIn/s1600/have-the-courage-to-follow-your-heart-intuition-they-somehow-already-know-what-you-truly-want-to-become-Steve-Jobs-about-courage-life-self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7agfqDbiGrLj7eO4OvlUvlYpXJO6QN6dE4Rhq0bGxqttR748jswDtzGraPj1GYKebpjcENO768BDSNNr3ZT7q7zQgFw7ZP84_pnu1DYpof4SBgGfU6ATdyOYpMZkeNs7mRVS6fFZNrIn/s320/have-the-courage-to-follow-your-heart-intuition-they-somehow-already-know-what-you-truly-want-to-become-Steve-Jobs-about-courage-life-self.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeFPaBwZ4nJFVPj75kpCYB5STePtomFefHZ6zoUh7EZwJrPjT_3MtdkBj3HvLgiAm6XFTYmUZxnx4_8X5E3F2s6fZLMCd41PDMXFgHoT5rVCKUR7YUUWAL2-de68HiRmoUNrbW5pBzrM/s1600/albert-einstein-intuition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeFPaBwZ4nJFVPj75kpCYB5STePtomFefHZ6zoUh7EZwJrPjT_3MtdkBj3HvLgiAm6XFTYmUZxnx4_8X5E3F2s6fZLMCd41PDMXFgHoT5rVCKUR7YUUWAL2-de68HiRmoUNrbW5pBzrM/s400/albert-einstein-intuition.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://solandheart.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/12033123974388567_ioxxzfbl_c.jpg?w=300&h=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://solandheart.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/12033123974388567_ioxxzfbl_c.jpg?w=300&h=300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://api.ning.com/files/xXIGE-K6h*kT5DqIGZ4qUFshQfva7K3GSnqbuoOqTRSSU3pZ1n6c68irvlAKaWLhkGVLkENAlSF6J*xaJcFbY0CHpFSgQqOv/Patienceisavirtue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://api.ning.com/files/xXIGE-K6h*kT5DqIGZ4qUFshQfva7K3GSnqbuoOqTRSSU3pZ1n6c68irvlAKaWLhkGVLkENAlSF6J*xaJcFbY0CHpFSgQqOv/Patienceisavirtue.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://abeautifulmessinside.com/wp=content/uploads/2012/04/listen-to-your-heart.001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://abeautifulmessinside.com/wp=content/uploads/2012/04/listen-to-your-heart.001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/c127.0.403.403/p403x403/65569_170821689731586_455530599_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/c127.0.403.403/p403x403/65569_170821689731586_455530599_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/c0.0.400.400/p403x403/482766_450098901729198_316439088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/c0.0.400.400/p403x403/482766_450098901729198_316439088_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://thirtydayexperience.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/the-more-faithfully-you-listen-to-the-voice-within-you-2.png?w=460" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="http://thirtydayexperience.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/the-more-faithfully-you-listen-to-the-voice-within-you-2.png?w=460" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
Refer to the link given below to read my article on :<br />
<br />
<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: #66bb33; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 30px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
<a href="http://therevoltismine.blogspot.in/2013/03/finding-yourself-become-who-you-are.html">Finding Your True Self - Become Who You Are Destined To Be</a></h3>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-36815790318476080902013-03-13T05:28:00.002-07:002013-03-13T10:41:59.364-07:00Finding Your True Self - Become Who You Are Destined To Be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/c127.0.403.403/p403x403/65569_170821689731586_455530599_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/c127.0.403.403/p403x403/65569_170821689731586_455530599_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
I’m doing a lot of work these days. I’m working to make my life more powerful, more worthwhile and more satisfying. I've taken a break from my work and my routine and I usually write and contemplate. The questions that I ask myself are – What can I do to make my life more fulfilling? What am I doing right now to make it that way? What do I want in my life right now? What really amuses me? After 5 years from now what would I like to tell people about myself? What is my ideal house and surrounding? What are the types of people I would like myself to be surrounded with, 5 years from now? How much money would I like to have? How can I balance my career and my emotional cravings? How would I like to be remembered by people after I died? The list goes on and on and on. So far I haven’t been able to figure out all the answers but I have found the answers to some and they do feel satisfying.<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><b>I think that if you just clear your mind from everything, every negative thought and every responsibility and then sit and start doing something that you really enjoy, that something will answer a lot of questions about you.</b></i> Maybe you like to sit and write, like me, or maybe you like to paint or it may be that you get awesome crazy ideas when you are free. It could be anything or everything but you just need to sit and think about it and accept it. <b><i>Once you have accepted yourself then starts the difficult part, your struggle for acceptance in this world</i>. </b>But first, you need to accept yourself.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><i>"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win."</i></span></div>
<span style="background-color: #fcfccc; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">-Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi</span></span><br />
<div>
<span style="background-color: #fcfccc; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div>
</div>
</blockquote>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><i>The struggle for acceptance is a hard one, but with firm resolve and commitment you can make it happen for yourself.</i></b> You can force people to accept you by proving them wrong. In these times of opportunity anybody can do anything. Everybody has the means but not the will. <b><i>It’s the people who have the ‘will’, will also find the means and will survive and be able to lead a truly fulfilling life.</i><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><br /></b></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>One of the things that I dread the most is when I picture myself sitting in a chair all old and withered, contemplating about what would my life have been had I shown a little courage and gone through my life the way my heart told me to go. This nightmare always keeps me in track and always reminds me of what is important to me in my life.</i></blockquote>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbOtOhPdrmFbyClw0lm5ofM8PHk0VlumXor2EaLTwr0wdDfi4OJ7orSoudWu5TWgb9g21Vb9vF4FWpk_lBVtpbCj8ImZxAcHXxwqvoi8YBK6huTHK4YJ8ccp4TcFumj9yZvUST8fg6pA/s640/love+oftem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbOtOhPdrmFbyClw0lm5ofM8PHk0VlumXor2EaLTwr0wdDfi4OJ7orSoudWu5TWgb9g21Vb9vF4FWpk_lBVtpbCj8ImZxAcHXxwqvoi8YBK6huTHK4YJ8ccp4TcFumj9yZvUST8fg6pA/s320/love+oftem.jpg" width="255" /></a>The key is that you don’t go after the path that people set for you, that way you can only become a follower. This is your life, you have to make your own path; and you will be the only one who will bear the consequences of the decisions you make and not anybody else. In this way, when you set your path and move on with full courage and determination, then only you can create something of value and also influence people to follow in your footsteps. Only then will you become a true leader in your eyes and also in the eyes of this world around you. You will become the master of your destiny.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So think, think deeply. And if you can’t find it, keep thinking, keep searching. Do not lose hope. You will surely be able to find the thing that you love to do and that one of many things that you are best at. Only then will your life become more beautiful, more fulfilling and more satisfying. <b><i>You will become the Michael Angelo of your masterpiece, that masterpiece which you will proudly call your ‘life’.</i><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So think and think harder. Take some risks. Do not fail in this struggle of constantly finding and exploring yourself. Since this approach gives you the ultimate reward of satisfaction, this approach is not easy. But the rewards are so great that this struggle seems nothing in front of them. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This post is dedicated to the rebels, the eccentrics who forced the world to follow in their footsteps because of their unmovable faith and firm resolve and also to those people who are struggling to find their true self. This faith can only be generated if you do something that really matters to you. In the end we all have to make a name for ourselves in the world and through this approach I’m sure that not only will you be able to make a big bold statement to the world around you but also <i><b>you will become a true legend, a true hero in your own self and in the end that is the thing that matters the most</b>.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
I have also handpicked a series of inspirational quotes, with images, from the internet. Refer to the link to see them :<br />
<br />
<br />
<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: #66bb33; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 30px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
<a href="http://therevoltismine.blogspot.in/2013/03/find-yourself-inspirational-quotes-on.html">Finding Your True Self - Inspirational Quotes</a></h3>
<br />
<br />
<i><br /></i></div>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-29912374581157030802013-03-11T13:30:00.000-07:002013-03-13T11:31:57.437-07:00Listen To Your Heart - A Simple Test To Make You Realize What You Really Want !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://loddymicucci.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/listen-with-your-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://loddymicucci.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/listen-with-your-heart.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN">There are some individuals for whom nothing is impossible and there are
some for whom nothing is possible. I wonder what brings about this
distinction in people and their way of thinking. Are people born like this? Or eventually turned out to be
the way they are by society or by the way they are brought up. I guess this is for the psychologists to find out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN">I have come across some pretty good excuses or 'reasons' when people are
not able to accomplish something. Some of the classic ones are : I did not want
it anyway, I have other options, this was not what I really wanted, I'm
satisfied with what I have, and the list goes on. Is this the right attitude?
Sometimes <b>Yes</b>! and Sometimes <b>No</b>! Our brain function is complex, but it works in
fairly simple ways and that is -</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"> <b>"Whatever you condition it to believe in, it will
give you a thousand reasons as to why you should believe in it". </b></span></blockquote>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN">It just won't
stop making your decision se</span>em rational to you by giving you a hundred more reasons; but your heart functions in a
completely different way, inside it knows that you may just be fooling yourself,
or this time you may actually be right. One should try and listen to those
signals, those butterflies and those emotional pangs when you are saying
something that seems rational to your brain but untrue to your heart.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN">We all know how to listen to the voice inside, but by constant practice and maneuver almost everybody has developed a habit to just ignore it and move on.
Moving on is good, sometimes healthy also, but moving on also gives rise to a lifetime of regrets;moving on also gives rise to guilt. So maybe sometimes it's better to '<b>not move on'</b> and fix what is broken. Maybe sometimes it's better to listen your
heart and feel something that is <b>real and pure</b>. Maybe sometimes in this
fast-paced life its better to just sit and listen to the voice inside of
you. This voice that is always trying to
steer you in the right direction and to the right purpose. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN">So maybe after reading this post you will think about whether whatever it
is that you are saying or commanding yourself to believe in is worth its weight or
is it just one more excuse to make your mind find more rational reasons to
justify your irrational decisions. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN">As a test, whenever you find yourself making
that <b>'classic excuse'</b> just ask yourself - how would you feel when you have achieved that thing from which you are shying away from? Imagine that you have already achieved it. Take a deep breath and give a minute to
think about it. How does it feel?</span> If it feels good, then go ahead, try again and<b> give your best
this time</b>, and if it doesn't then <b>don't waste your time trying. </b></blockquote>
Read More on <a href="http://therevoltismine.blogspot.in/2013/03/finding-yourself-become-who-you-are.html">Finding Your True Self- Become Who You Are Destined To be </a><br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;">
</blockquote>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-26154917043060646192013-03-10T10:54:00.000-07:002013-03-10T10:54:59.109-07:00Good Day Folks - Morning Wishes From A Fellow Indian Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12768525/funny_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12768525/funny_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
I always wonder what would it feel like if the sun rises
right in front me at 12 in the midnight while I'm preparing myself for a good night's sleep after finishing the day's work. It’s midnight here in India and almost everyone around me has fallen
asleep, so I thought about writing this article for the people living in
countries where the sun has already risen or is about to rise.<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /></div>
<!--[endif]--></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> Howdy dear friends!</span></b> Hope your day turns out to be a great. I hope you get through this day
without being run over by a vehicle, without slipping and felling on a banana
skin, carelessly thrown by some idiot, on the road; without being shouted at by
your boss and without having to work for more than 8 hours on this day. I wish that your spouse maintains a good mood throughout the day and treats you
with intimate kisses and hugs whenever you meet her and that she does not pester to meet your in-laws and I also wish that she
gives you enough space to let you watch your favorite game and most importantly I wish she understands you this day. I
hope that your coffee machine does not malfunction and I also hope that
your dog does not piss on your couch today. I pray for the <b>late comers</b> that
they are able to get the cab on time and are not stymied by traffic along the
way. I sincerely wish that your colleague does not try to get credit for your
idea, that you secretly told him, by babbling it out to the boss before you were
able to. For the <b>single</b> people I wish you get your <b>“damsel in distress”</b> and are
able to discover your princely ways and long lost heroism by rescuing her or her Apso (one and the
same thing). For the <b>fat ones</b> I hope that “fate keeps you away from <b>Pizza Hut’s</b>
way”. For the <b>beautiful</b> I hope your sunscreen does a good job by saving you
from all that unhealthy UV radiations and also that your beauty enhancing efforts are recognized in your circle. For the <b>crazy</b> ones I hope you find your
craze. For the lazy ones I wish you find a way to earn money by keeping your
lethargy and integrity intact. For the<b> hard workers</b> I wish your vacation plan doesn't get
screwed and your leaves are approved by your boss. For the <b>nagging</b> ones I hope you do not
have a “busy day” .</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With all these crazy wishes I wish you all a <span style="font-size: large;">VERY GOOD
MORNING</span> while I will sleep in sleep’s tight and comfy embrace and prepare for my crazy day tomorrow.</div>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-3188264670137038782013-03-10T03:57:00.002-07:002013-03-10T03:57:52.051-07:00Nostalgia Returns - The Start Of Summer With A Few Lessons And Motivations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Being at home gives you so much to catch up: you get to meet your old friends, your elders, you also get to visit your favorite hangout places where you went and spent quality time in your childhood and what not.<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://blog.royaloakscc.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/summer-sunglasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://blog.royaloakscc.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/summer-sunglasses.jpg" width="320" /></a>This summer gives me a feeling that I had been missing in my life since ages. The fact that I'm spending summer at home after a long span of 5 years has made me more sensitive to this feeling</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I spend my days sitting and writing about the stuff that I want to write about, all protected from the heat outside, inside my room with my air condition on. I watch TV, visit by best friend everyday and along with him drive to places where we used to go when we were kids. There’s always so much to catch up to: the old school habits, the troubles we got into together and got out of, the mischief we did, the harmless lies we told, the girls we thought we loved, etc.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was here in this very season when I met my first love. Sometimes in the afternoon I drive to places where we used to go and kiss. In the coziness of my climate controlled car I try to relive the feeling when she placed her hand on mine and we drove to scenic and romantic places in and around the city. I visit her home, the place where we first met, the places where we used to meet and the places where we ate.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This feeling is so satisfying. It fills my heart with a feeling of warmth and compassion for my home. It gives me the strength to preserve what I have, motivates me to live this day to the fullest and to love with all my heart. It compels me to value this day, this summer, and this home that I have. It teaches me to value my family and my people who will genuinely always be there for me. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now after 5 years I have realized the worth of those summers that I did not value or have no concerns about what it will actually mean to me in the future. I have learnt to value each and every second of this time that I have and be grateful for the gift.<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b> It’s funny how a simple feeling can teach you all this.</b></div>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-33348696057750633912013-03-08T05:41:00.002-08:002013-08-31T02:54:48.471-07:00Cheers to the Absolute Vodka of our lives - Happy Women's Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.pics22.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/you-are-the-best-happy-womens-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://www.pics22.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/you-are-the-best-happy-womens-day.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This Women’s Day, cheers to all the women in my life. Thanks
to my mom for being my strength and also my worst critic. Thanks to my
sis-in-law for her patience in dealing with me. Thanks to my elder sister for
making my breakfast at 6 in the morning when I went to school. Thanks to my X
girl friend for teaching me that I should not let any girl to get out of my
control :D.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can’t describe and I can’t predict the depth of the effect
that these ladies continue to have on my life. Above all a mother is the
epitome of patience who lovingly bears all of our tantrums from the day we were born. Your sister is your best companion, your friend, your silent guardian (guards
you from dad’s wrath), your teacher (my sis used to teach me math, all the time),
she’s the one who’s next to your mother and what not. I can write a book on my
sister and yet not be satisfied. Then enters your GF, she teaches you how to
control yourself from killing anyone even if you have all the intention to do
so. She teaches you that going out in the evening is essential for your well being
even if you are in a crisis or in middle of your exams…haha, other than the
good part she also teaches you to love, to live and most importantly come out
of your beloved couch and really start doing something. Then comes your
sis-in-law who is a completely different breed altogether. At first she seems
like she’s coming from a different world but after some time she becomes your
best companion and inspiration. She teaches you to be patient, she takes care
of the family and she understand you. Even if she’s not able to understand your
brother she will understand you; she’s a friend and after your sis gets married
and leaves you, she’s the one to fill her gap.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A Grand Salute To All These Women, they have been an
inspiration. In the end we men know that without the opposite sex we’re an
empty mineral water bottle which will only be worth when either it contains
mineral water or water mixed with <b>Absolute Vodka.</b> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Cheers to the Absolute Vodka
of our lives. </b></span></div>
</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-2893443137498483242012-09-30T02:43:00.003-07:002012-09-30T02:51:34.089-07:00A State Of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In life there we face many ups and downs, but there is also a time when everything seems to move smoothly. Life starts walking in straight, smooth path without any potholes or dead ends. A path where life trods at a slow but steady pace. </span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2012/01/blue-monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2012/01/blue-monday.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I feel the same right now, yet something always seems to be missing. I guess it is always like this. What is the use of a life in which you have everything? These days I'm quite laid back, relaxed. Sometimes I feel a little anxious but somehow I've learn't to control this feeling. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
It's a weekend and I'm sitting at my office. I wanted to do something that I wanted to do and not something that was expected of me, so I opened my blog and started typing. It's been a long time since I last wrote. At that time I was just out of college. I had broken up with my girl friend but not broken apart as I am now. That time I was at home, doing something. Something I thought I wanted to do with my life, but then it all became very blurred and I realised that it was not the one thing that I wanted to do with my life. It was the first time when I had left my job and realised my true nature, my own self. Too fickle, too confused. In my twenties I was behaving like a teenager. It was a time when I thought that everything was very easy and that I could do it, eventually only to realise the opposite. It was a time when I realised that I needed more focus and will power and both cannot be generated by staying at home. I had to do what I did not want to do. I had to see the things that I was too blind to see. I had to find a way when finding one was impossible. Though I am back now, back in my job, I still find myself in a struggle. A constant fight with my self, my circumstances, my views and my opinions, my learning that I have always taught myself or learnt from others. I'm still struggling to find a way out of my misery. The misery that I don't have the slightest idea about. A misery that shows out of thin air and disappears only to return again and petrify me. An unfamiliar fear that shrouds my happiness and stops me from doing anything that I really want to do.</div>
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I've been laborious, but also very lazy. I try to find meaning when nothing around me makes sense. I've become hopeful, hopeful that someday I may figure out a way out of my problems and my fears. I've learnt a lot and I have also realised that I need to learn a lot. Till then it will always be a struggle and I'm afraid that this struggle may not be over in the near future, but still I'm hopeful.</span></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-12491808574471995872011-10-28T09:27:00.000-07:002011-10-28T09:33:37.521-07:00You Are A Controversy : LIVE IT !!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://seriouslygoofing.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/unclesam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://seriouslygoofing.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/unclesam.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>"Please every one and you'll be fine. Don't please yourself and one day you'll surely ruin for life."</b></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Have you ever stirred any controversy? Have you ever made heads turn? No? Then dude what are you living for? Ever wondered why the hell are you doing whatever the hell you are doing? I know you have big plans for the future, just today things are not so great but in the future voila some chamatkaar( miracle ) awaits you. Seriously? Are you this naive? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Just do something erratic for once for god's sake. We're so badly stuck in others expectations and in pleasing others. We define our self with other's opinions, please stop doing that to yourself. This ain't the time to please others my friend, this is the time to do something, do something crazy, something out of the league and then you'll understand.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> You probably don't realise but once you stop pleasing others and<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> start doing your thing </span></b>everything will settle down by itself. Oh ! Come on! You want me to give you some examples? Hitler convinced the whole Germany to burn their fellow countrymen in gas chambers, thousands were burnt, just because he made them believe that it was good for their country, he believed thoroughly in whatever he thought was right and others followed. Gandhi Ji liberated India because he got stuck on his belief, he had thorough faith in it and eventually everybody listened. And believe me people, their journey in this world was <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">one hell of a bumpy ride</span></b>. People's voices will eventually fade in the background behind the loud noise of your soul. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So don't worry <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">dreamers</span></b>, this all will pass and you will achieve whatever you want to achieve, you just need to curb your desire to please others and please Oh! Please, don't let them make you believe otherwise. We live in a world of dream killers, here everybody wants to kill each other's dream just because they were not able to follow theirs.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They may say words like " Oh! you've read too many books, life doesn't work like that." Or " When reality strikes you'll be nowhere." </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Its good to be a martyr then not have fought at all</span></b>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"</b></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Just take a leap of faith people. For your sake, this is your life not anyone else's. Don't be overwhelmed by all the drama around you, write your own script and let the drama unfold according to your terms. There's no time to waste. Only you know what is going on inside you, ask yourself, be honest to yourself. Rise up beyond petty limitations. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is your life live it up to the fullest.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Don't worry, you will have a lot of opposition and criticism from the world, your parents, your family maybe the whole world but who doesn't ? Tell me who achieved anything in their life without enduring all this? If people are against you, if you have enemies, then ,congratulations! You are making progress my friend, don't back out, keep fighting and eventually it will all be OK! Everything does. Some great man or woman I don't recall the name once said:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"</b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If everyone is happy with you, you've certainly made a lot of compromises"</span></b>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Little children have some traits which if timely recognised will correctly determine what they can do or what they are capable of. But in the process of growing up they're burdened with expectations and false impressions which gets painted on them layer after layer till the soul is lost somewhere and there's no way to reach it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"So now do you want to listen to your heart! LOL, don't kid with me beta!"</b></span>(Very similar to when Adam Sandler in the movie " You Don't Mess With The Zohan" tells his parents that he wants to become a hairdresser and quit his military career. :DDDD)</span><br />
<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "You've certainly lost your mind. Bheekh maango ke aage jaakar"( You will have to beg for alms eventually." ) </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Dreams are for the rich we have to care about the roti's(bread) first." </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Dreams will get you nowhere." </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Nikal jao mere ghar se."( "Get out of my house!") </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You are a nobody, you only think big, you won't be able to make it." </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"See the stats, how many think about the same thing that you want to achieve and how many make it big, then weigh your chances, you certainly have no chance." </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"People give their whole lives to it, you are just a starter."</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What makes you think that you are different?" </span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Sounds familiar? Then you're certainly making progress.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Friends, for all I know, dreams are beyond logic, life is too, but this society won't understand, losers wont understand, who live comfy in their big or small houses lost in the triumph of their fake victories and accomplishments. "I have a stable life." They say proudly. Don't be fooled by them, nothing in life is stable, Earth itself can blow up any time( thanks to global warming ) then how can their lives be stable? Let them live in their false sense of <b>"utopia"</b>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So let them go to hell. You win or loose, nobody cares except you yourself. If you win they'll be jealous, if you loose they'll triumph, so why is it that you care for them so much. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Just do your thing</span></b> and let everything go to hell.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So wake up people. Its our time and nobody can make us believe otherwise, think outrageous things, make impossible goals, achieve something that nobody else was able achieve and trust me you'll achieve it, just have faith, curb your desire to please everybody around you and keep making progress everyday and one day you'll be surprised what you've made out of your life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eventually everyone else will follow!!!</span></b></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> </span></div></div></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-44557559911696563542011-10-26T08:41:00.000-07:002011-10-26T08:46:10.079-07:00Just Chat : How To Start A Conversation With The Girl You Like<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fabiosebastiano.org/unofficial/img/einstein.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://www.fabiosebastiano.org/unofficial/img/einstein.gif" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So you like this girl since the third standard and u are not able to tell her. Now you are in the tenth standard, your hormones have started to kick real bad and still you can't muster the courage to talk to her. You see her talking to other guys and you wonder,"Damn! Why can't I do that? Those guys are so lucky." You think that you are in love but how will you make her realise? So one day you are fed up, you're just about to blow up, you can't take it any more, you'll have to tell her otherwise you'll die, and then you commit the worst mistake. You go straight to her and tell her," Uhh!! Excuse me." She looks at you, gives you a confused look still you go on and you say it, those deadly words," I love you, sorry to startle you but I do." And you expect her to hug you and say, "Hey, I love you too, lets go out for a coffee," but instead of this the opposite happens. She'll says "Oh! I'm sorry but I'm not interested," or maybe she says "Fuck off despo!" or if things are a lot worse she'll say "I'm not interested, do I even know you?" See you never existed for her. What if, somebody you never knew existed came to you( no matter how cute ) and says "<b>Main tumhare bacche ki maa banne wali hun"( "I'm bearing your child punk!</b>" ). Then what will your reply be? Certainly not nice.( Though you should reconsider based on the level of cuteness of that girl :DDDD)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Well, from what I've learnt from my experience, girls are no aliens brothers. They like to talk to us as much as we like to talk to them. So go on, you like this girl? Just go and chat! Don't think a lot. A very famous author wrote "What you concentrate on gets bigger."( Why the hell I can't remember the names of these famous authors ugghhhh). So don't make any strategies, any virtual talk shows or any kind of conversation in your mind because they'll certainly be negative and they'll get bigger and bigger and eventually you'll end up not doing what you're supposed to do. Just take a deep breath, go to her and <b>JUST CHAT.</b> She'll certainly not kill you, she may not talk to you but she will not kill you. If you approach her courteously and in a disciplined way she'll definitely not hit you on your face! So you can relax.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><b>I believe that every complex problem has a very simple solution.</b> So do you like this girl? Just go and chat, don't think a lot. <b>Waise bhi soch ke tumne kya ukhaad liya abhi tak?</b>( Thinking never gets you anywhere action does.)( This is my pet slogan and a very effective one <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">TM</span></b> .).</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hey hey, I did not tell you one little thing. The do's and don'ts of the conversation. So when you are <b>JUST CHATTING</b> please don't say the following sentences, they are strictly prohibited.</span><br />
<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I want to become the father of your child"</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Will you marry me?"</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I love you ."</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I like you ."</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You're soooooooooooo beautiful."( Better start dancing like a girl after saying this :p)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Do you believe in love at first sight or should I pass again."(That's old cliche now)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*Any one liners that you think will work, refrain from it.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hey can I take your bag?"( You want to impress her, you're not here to ask her for a servant's job)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hey I like you since *whatever centuries or eons ago*. Wanna go out?"</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You remind me of my sister."</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You remind me of my Ex-Girlfriend."</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You remind me of my mother." (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> aww soo cute</span>)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hey I know your big brother, can we be frns?" ( Yeah as if her bossy big brother wasn't enough)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hi, do you have a big brother?" (Pussyyyy)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hi, do you have a younger sister?" (aaaiiikkkk despoooo......)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hey, remember me?"(Oh, come on! How is she ever gonna remember you? You don't even exist ,remember?)</span></li>
</ul><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Instead, talk about something light, something that'll get the conversation going and wont make it complex. Don't twist the conversation like your cruel baai ( maid ) does with your innocent clothes.Try cracking small jokes, if wittism isn't your forte, don't push it, try and be yourself, feel wonderful about yourself. You gotta feel like <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You're The Man</span></b> not Y<b>ou're The Man</b>, "Who else will she be with, if not you?" </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Girls are very intuitive, they can differentiate quite well between a man who takes control to a man who gets controlled. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So go for it dude.......<b>JUST CHAT!!!!!</b></span></div></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-26285422225058232602011-10-25T00:37:00.000-07:002011-10-25T00:38:58.246-07:00जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">सोच लो , समझ लो ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">चाहे कितनी ही योजनायें बना लो ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">सत्य समझने की कितनी भी कोशिश कर लो,</div><div style="text-align: left;">कितना भी भूलो-भटको तुम,</div><div style="text-align: left;">अंत में यही पाओगे की,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">तुम चले हर जगह.भटके हर जगह,</div><div style="text-align: left;">ना जाने कितने लोगों से मिले,</div><div style="text-align: left;">सबके अलग अलग विचार सुने,</div><div style="text-align: left;">उनकी राह पर चले, गिरे, संभले,</div><div style="text-align: left;">रोये,टूटे और फिर दम से आगे बढे ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">कभी सोचा है की इतनी हिम्मत आई कहा से?</div><div style="text-align: left;">इतना सहना आखिर तुम चाहते क्यों हो?</div><div style="text-align: left;">कितना भी समझ डालो,कितनी भी कोशिशें कर डालो,</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">अंत में येही पाओगे की,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">राह हैं बटी हुई,सौ राहें बनी हुई,</div><div style="text-align: left;">पर तुम्हारे लिए तो एक ही बनी थी, है और रहेगी,</div><div style="text-align: left;">तुम्हारे लिए तो एक ही राह भगवान् ने चुनी,</div><div style="text-align: left;">अपनी आत्मा की आवाज़ को सुनने की आदत डालो,</div><div style="text-align: left;">अपना सत्य स्वयं पहचानो,</div><div style="text-align: left;">तब सारी पहाड़ सी मुश्किलें तिनके में बदल जाएँगी,</div><div style="text-align: left;">और वो सच्ची राह तुम्हे तुम्हारा सरल परिचय कराएंगी, </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">तब तुम अंत में यही पाओगे की,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">दिल की आवाज़ दबती नहीं लाख दबाई जाये,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">खुद से कभी तुम छुप नहीं सकते लाख छुपने की कोशिश की जाये,</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">दबाना है अगर तो तर्क को दबाओ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जीवन में तर्क के बजाये दिल का वजूद बढाओ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">तब ये श्रृष्टि तुम्हारे कदम चूमेगी,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">तुम्हारे इर्द गिर्द सारी दुनिया घूमेगी,</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">तब तुम ये समझ जाओगे की,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो करना है आज कर डालो, जो कहना है आज कह डालो,<br />
मौत का भय किसी को जीने नहीं देता,</div><div style="text-align: left;">मरता हर कोई एक बार है बार बार कोई नहीं मरता,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जब इस हिम्मत से तुम आगे बढोगे,</div><div style="text-align: left;">तब हर सर तुम्हारे आगे सजदे करेंगे,</div><div style="text-align: left;">तब सच में समझोगे तुम,</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो जिद्द करते हैं उन्ही का ये जहाँ सारा है,</div><div style="text-align: left;">बिना जिद्द के बताओ किसने कहाँ क्या परबत उखाड़ा है,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जिद्द करो इस जीवन में, यह तुम्हारा है,</div><div style="text-align: left;">इसका सफल प्रयोग इश्वर ने तुम्हारे हाथ में डाला है,</div><div style="text-align: left;">चलो आगे बढ़ो ये संसार तुम्हारा है,<br />
तब अंत में येही पाओगे की,</div><div style="text-align: left;">जो बात दिल से निकली सत्य है.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-69216692098172791782011-10-23T10:58:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:14:10.468-07:00Hell ! Just Do It And Do It Right Now !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
There's a ancient saying" Take a <b>leap of faith</b> ". That means you take a leap and don't worry about falling. Some great man said I can't quote this exact words but the meaning is somewhat close to this :<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifGcxgeftnm610iMgCtyyqUYf9gH4cmxK2peHW_ZCkJ4mgv5QgUkpl0YTaQBXa_oHlMij82RNJ3N8JUoaI5SVB6ohoCrAUqMeyhN2gqAlLzlQLayYLdfpIDWUGPOOHvoqlNv1bTOcBliQ/s1600/20117184184029Victory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifGcxgeftnm610iMgCtyyqUYf9gH4cmxK2peHW_ZCkJ4mgv5QgUkpl0YTaQBXa_oHlMij82RNJ3N8JUoaI5SVB6ohoCrAUqMeyhN2gqAlLzlQLayYLdfpIDWUGPOOHvoqlNv1bTOcBliQ/s320/20117184184029Victory.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Jump from the highest peak and make a parachute on the way.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">(Please don't try this at home or outside :::DDDDD)</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Well after sometime you are past that pit, you've taken the leap everything goes fine and then someday you realise that that jump was not worth at all so you take a jump back ( or get thrown back) and come back to the side you were before. Ready to take the leap again? You bet! You wanna do it all over again and again and again. So persistent are we, humans(especially when it comes to doing something for something we love). This phenomenon could be very often seen in romantic relations but very uncommon when it comes to achieving your goal or some other non-fatal highly rewarding work that'll surely give you something to brag about your whole life. Humans can't be blamed because blinded by society and its imperfections impregnated in them with centuries of nagging and instructing and traditions and taboo they have become increasing programmed to believe in something they shouldn't. People are becoming increasingly afraid in taking the leap of faith and want to remain on the safer side and hence lead constrained lives. Some of us don't even know what real happiness is. Many haven't felt the feeling of butterflies in their stomach and believe me its the best feeling. It sure gives me a feeling that I'm alive, try that sometime.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Start now people, think about something that gives you butterflies in your stomach(only non criminal ones are encouraged) and do that thing. It could be talking to some random girl or a girl you love( and you don't want to confess your love to her future <b>not so yours</b> babies : D), maybe you want to confess something to your father or you wanna go skydiving. Just go do it. You wont get tomorrow, its today that you have and DARR KE AAGE JEET HAI( After fear somes victory ), so go for it and see how it feels and do tell me how it feels :DDDDD.................</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-31446409430146193722011-10-12T03:42:00.000-07:002011-10-12T03:42:55.244-07:00Oh !!!!! Selena........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk5lIvs95X-Mb2WStIQvspe9sEzR2FU52wnGxgl1ZMdkchpWlLhttB7LE3vMFNaJ9te18JBholoZaUbP1JjkBD8hKDLTqWURfN8KCYkqbSA0LnkDteH2Ys4hOOxRZzvKA7x7t6sUrCHU/s1600/58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk5lIvs95X-Mb2WStIQvspe9sEzR2FU52wnGxgl1ZMdkchpWlLhttB7LE3vMFNaJ9te18JBholoZaUbP1JjkBD8hKDLTqWURfN8KCYkqbSA0LnkDteH2Ys4hOOxRZzvKA7x7t6sUrCHU/s400/58.jpg" width="261" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She Would've Looked Better If <br />
I Were Standing Next To Her In This Pic :D</td></tr>
</tbody></table><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh, Selena,,,,<br />
From the day I saw you I felt like we were meant to be together,<br />
You're so far away, but really that doesn't matter,<br />
Cause I can cross a thousand seas to be with you forever.</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When you smile, my heart tries to rip out my chest and run to you,<br />
I had to wind my chest in chains so that I may not die because of my love </span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">for you,<br />
I don't know how long I can hold it now,<br />
So why don't you tell me where do you want me to take you out.</span></em></div><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh Selena,,,, <br />
You are a 4 and I am a 4,<br />
I'll always take good care of you,atleast better than the 14 year olds,<br />
Give me your hand selena, promise you'll always be properly manicured,<br />
So what do you think, can we please be together before we both grow too </span></em><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">old?</span></em></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm fed up of looking at your poster on my wall selena,<br />
I wanna see you for real, tell you what I feel about,<br />
Wanna hold you hands and shout out loud,<br />
Hey people, dreamers aren't always fools,<br />
See I've got Selena, what about you?</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">This aint a song,<br />
This aint a poem Selena,<br />
This is a man speaking out his heart for you, for real,<br />
I hope this song comes nearer to you than I will be,<br />
Cause,Hey why shouldn't the internet be used the way it was meant to be.</span></em></div></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-50557395747021352782011-09-28T23:29:00.000-07:002011-09-28T23:31:01.890-07:00You Fool You've Gotta Gift<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He sings, she writes, they are a fantastic choir,<br />
God says, I've given you a gift and the rest is for you to decide.<br />
He doesn't listen, she fights and they make a joke of the allmight.<br />
<br />
<br />
When he sleeps he dreams of the stage lights,<br />
But when he wakes up he gotta get ready for his college lyf.<br />
Gotta get his degree or he might loose control of his plight,<br />
Well he's already lost it but he doesn't realise.<br />
God yells,<br />
You fool you've gotta gift and ure wasting it,<br />
But he won't listen cause he wanna lead a mediocre life.<br />
<br />
She wakes up and sees the bright daylight,<br />
A poem comes to her mind but she doesn't have the time to write.<br />
She's late for office and she hadn't got time,<br />
Well time's already lost but she doesn't realise.<br />
God begs,<br />
You fool you've gotta gift and you're wasting it,<br />
But she won't listen cause she wanna lead a mediocre life.<br />
<br />
Harry's got tuition, Matt doesn't believe in miracles,<br />
Gina turns a blind eye and Jessica doesn't want to leave her safe side,<br />
But only if they try and realize,<br />
And make something outta this choir.<br />
God pleads,<br />
You fool you've gotta gift and you're wasting it,<br />
But they wont listen cause they wanna lead a mediocre life.<br />
<br />
A gift is rare, a gift is special,<br />
When you've got it you gotta make it real,<br />
Cause that gift is all you got to make a difference,<br />
And get whateva you want out of this life.<br />
</i></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-77821159901857457742011-08-20T11:08:00.000-07:002011-08-20T11:08:37.269-07:00That's How I Remember You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span lang=""><span style="font-family: Gabriola;"><span style="font-family: Gabriola;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div closure_uid_lme3ua="102"></div><div closure_uid_lme3ua="121"><span style="font-size: large;">I turn back and find no one's around</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The voice seem'd familiar the voice seemed fair</span><br />
<div closure_uid_lme3ua="122"><span style="font-size: large;">I turn around and see no one's there</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">I think that some one would have been there,</span><br />
<div closure_uid_lme3ua="129"><span style="font-size: large;">Some one would have cared,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Then I think about you and that's how I remember you.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I go to a mall and eye the flashy stores,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I see the models draped in a dress i'd like to gift some one,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I think of the person on whom the dress will suit the most,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I think about her ravishing dress in which she stole my heart,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to buy that dress but that dress would only suit this one person on earth and that's you ,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I feel a helpless tinge of emptyness yet I smile at your thought,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And thats how I remember you....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On nostalgic evenins i sit in our cafe, our favourite cafe,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And drink that favourite drink,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">After taking each sip I think about passing that drink to someone who'll have the next sip and give it back,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That delicious sandwich now lays half eaten on my plate,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The other half which always belonged to some one,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But that other person cannot have her share,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A smile lays upon my face when I pay that bill and see the left half desserted on my plate as I leave,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And thats how I remember you.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When night calls and its time to call it a day and sleep,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I look at my mobile screen, to check if someone's left a msg or hope for a missed call,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But I find none, and sadness prevails all over my heart,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I still wait for the last voice that calls me in the night and whispers good night,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And thats how i remember you.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever I visit that favourite hotel and order that favourite dish,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever I see nobody sharing that plate with me.,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever I see that nobody is there to make me eat with their hands,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever the most delicious food feels bland because there's no one there to share it with,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A smile appears on my face as I think about the time that made me so fortunate,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A feeling of graciouness comes in my heart when I think about the luck that destiny brought in my life but took away,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whenever I'm hopeful yet totally lost at the same time, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I Remember You...............</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can still feel your hands touching my face,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can still hear your sweet voice whisper in my ears,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can still see your fake anger yet a playfull heart inside,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can still experience you in each n every thing that I do, think or feel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And Thats How I remember You........... </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Gabriola;"><span closure_uid_lme3ua="115" style="font-family: Gabriola;"><span style="font-size: large;">Walking down a lonely road, I hear a voice </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-82948378767322516892011-08-20T10:46:00.000-07:002011-08-20T10:56:33.884-07:00Life Blogger Part One<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_oaecq0="90"><span lang="">Things do change don't they? One day you are sitting at one place thinking about how you much you'd like to get out of here, and some time later voila! You are somewhere else thinking about the place you were before. Life is full of surprises, surprises that will eventually unfold whether you want it or not. You try to resist it, fight it, stop it but in the end you eventually have to embrace it( or bear it)<span style="font-family: Segoe Script; font-size: large;"><span closure_uid_ssudsv="96" style="font-family: Segoe Script; font-size: large;">. </span></span>You may take it as a curse or the proof of something that what you're living is called LIFE.</span><br />
<br />
<span closure_uid_rqbsco="90" lang="">Wheneva I go to a new place I know that my days are numbered and not even once have I tried not to become too attached to a place. I opened up, I searched for good people, I found them, I made friends with them, understood them and now they are someone whom I'll remember all through my life and I hope the same for myself too. Looking back to the place I've been, I think now that I tried to live that time to the fullest, I've made some most memorable moments of my life and the most happy ones too. Whether its playing guitar till 4 in the morning singing and chattering with friends. Whether its eating the unedible mess food at the terrace together with frns with only the chit chatter making the food more bearable. or whether it's about hitting the streets to find a good mess and eventually congratulating ourrselves on our discovery. There are so many experiences that I can never forget and somehow these experiences have made me realise that they are numbered just like my days in those places. Either you understand their worth or as I said life will not wait for you to summon a surprise it'll somehow or the other throw it on your face :DDDDDD. <br />
I look back to the days in Indore with frns, now when I see the pics that wee took of each other together, everything feels so surreal, like it never happened. How could anyone just leave such a nice life??? Why would you leave such nice ppl away and go away??? Well everybody has got their reasons and I'll not get into that, but whatever the reason the result is that nothing is static, everything changes. This change though overwhelming is quite crucial in ones life(that's in my opinion, you're free to think otherwise). Don't you think a Travel show anchor's life is somewhat better than the mundane day job of a clerk who repeats the same thing again and again everyday.? I think so!</span><br />
<br />
People in general have always been obsessed with the past. "In the good olden days," they say! What they fail to realise is that the moment in which they are in right now is becoming old in this very instant. The only thing which is static is change itself. So an individual that adapts itself to his surrounding conditions and people will always emerge as happy, successful and will be surely qualified as living being because even the body of a living being undergoes constant change in his life time. He is born an infant and dies as an old being. Each n every second millions of cells are created inside his body and millions are destroyed. </div>All I want to say is that change is a part and parcel of life and the more early we understand it and adapt ourselves to it, the more we'll find it easy to live through this long tiresome journey. So brace yourselves people!!! Change is waiting!!!</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-13626444472347636992011-08-20T10:37:00.000-07:002011-09-28T23:35:20.414-07:00Can't Make A Pie Without You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_h55siu="118"><div closure_uid_ugrvfc="90"><div closure_uid_bccnkt="90"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span closure_uid_bccnkt="92">Got up late in the morning,<br />
The sun mocks me,<br />
I look at your side of the bed,</span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span></span> </span></i></div></div></div><div closure_uid_h55siu="121"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The pillow's still there ,</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And it still smells like you,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>felt so much like you in the night,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The day feels so heavy, my head hurts,</i></span><br />
<div closure_uid_h55siu="122"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Nobody to get up with, my heart complains,</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I get up heavily, and pick up the phone,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Dial your number, your sweet voice makes me squirm,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Oh why cant you be here,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I tell you that I miss you and thats why im singing this song</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Why it's that,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>That i can't even make a pie without you</i></span><br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I get up heavily, cursing,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Walk to the kitchen, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Smells like the pie you made the day before,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Pick up the cup and place it under the coffee maker,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Switch on the tv, and wait for the coffee maker to complete its full course,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The ph. rings and I pick up, its you,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Im angry I say, cause you left me for a day and im singing,BABYYY</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I cant even make a pie without you</i></span><br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The newspaper flashes polictics and weird stories,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Suddenly it has stopped being interesting,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>The coffee is made, one sip and I miss you again,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Suddenly the TV shows our favourite song, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Then a ringing noice startles my ear,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I pick up, and your'e their to make sure I have company my dear!!!!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And I say that I've made this song,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Its not too bad neither too long, cause</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I can't even make a pie without you.</i></span><br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Time to go to the room and have a bath,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Going to the office never felt so difficult,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Where are my things? What should I wear?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>My lord! What am I doing out here, I'm scared</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Horrified I begin jittering around,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And then I see if the phone is around,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>As I reach for the it, it has already rang,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>It's you to guide me in my ordeal,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>There's ur shirt, wear those pants,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Your shoe lays there, your suit case is all prepared,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And i say , baby here's my song,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Cause I cant even make a pir without you....</i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I come back, tired,my back hurts,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Somethins smelling good, I am all so glad,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>There you are in the kitchen,making our favourite pie all over again,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>It feels like ages since we've met baby, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And I hug you as tightly as i can,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>You kiss me and grab me tightly with your soft hands,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I came back early baby, cause I can't bear to see you alone,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And I've been away but here with you all the time,Cause </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I cant spend a minute away from you ,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>And i say baby this is my song,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I can't even make a pie without you when ure gone...........</i></span><br />
<div closure_uid_g7znp8="107"><br />
</div><span style="color: red; font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: large;">Love Is Only What we Do....<br />
Yours,<br />
Honey</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-39608093060825653712011-07-21T13:06:00.001-07:002011-07-21T13:06:42.249-07:00The Unpredictable Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s all planned for each and every one of us isn’t it? Go to a good college, get a nice job, start your own business, get married, have kids, and the perfect illusion that we make out of life materializes, but have you ever given it a thought that no matter how much you<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>plan life always comes with a twist. A twist that either breaks you or makes you, depends on the perspective and the attitude of the individual.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day without a plan is a day without purpose, a useless day, people think. What people don’t realize is that you can’t plan everything in life and that you can’t control everything. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span closure_uid_19sg8c="112" style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If asked, whether a person would happily give away his life this very instant, he’ll surely say no, why? Because they have some unfinished business some unfinished plan left to be realized. Plan, an indefinite plan, a plan that if realized incubates a new plan. Having goals is good, having a purpose in life is the best thing that a person can do for himself, it gives you a reason to live(and everybody needs that isn’t it), but it all becomes really complicated when your plan interferes with your ability to live the present to the fullest . Life is happening <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>this very day, it’s happening this very instant, if you don’t live it now it won’t come back and knock at your door again afterwards. We’re constantly in a state of deterioration, everyday you become older, wiser and closer to death, what matters is,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the day that passed by was spent living or planning for something that you’re not sure will even happen or not. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The beauty of life is in its unpredictability, the excitement and the suspense. Every day is a riddle; you keep uncovering it while you live through it. It could be a mundane day or an exciting one, only you can decide. While watching the movie The Girl Next Door, I came across this exceptional dialogue in which the actress asks the actor “What’s the craziest thing you’ve done lately!” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every day you should ask yourself the same question and every day the answer should come out to be different, then only you can qualify yourself as completely alive.</span></div></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-89657855171799608542011-02-11T06:29:00.001-08:002011-02-11T06:29:59.823-08:00Inspirations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Cowardice is the only thing that i am afraid of........</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-29990902119119571732011-02-08T10:33:00.000-08:002011-02-08T11:12:14.854-08:00Thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b>Love ?</b><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Is the best and the most beautiful feeling.</i></div><br />
<b>Lust ?</b><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Not even comes close! </i></div><br />
<br />
</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249688511787275357.post-16676765030683042712011-02-05T11:25:00.001-08:002011-02-05T11:25:51.129-08:00Thought For The Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><!--[endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
DefSemiHidden="true" DefQFormat="false" DefPriority="99"
LatentStyleCount="267"> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="0" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Normal"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="heading 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 7"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 8"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 9"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 7"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 8"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 9"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="35" QFormat="true" Name="caption"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="10" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Title"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" Name="Default Paragraph Font"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="11" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtitle"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="22" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Strong"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="20" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Emphasis"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="59" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Table Grid"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Placeholder Text"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="No Spacing"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Revision"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="34" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="List Paragraph"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="29" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Quote"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="30" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Quote"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="19" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtle Emphasis"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="21" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Emphasis"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="31" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtle Reference"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="32" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Reference"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="33" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Book Title"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="37" Name="Bibliography"/> <w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" QFormat="true" Name="TOC Heading"/> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-priority:99;
mso-style-qformat:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin-top:0in;
mso-para-margin-right:0in;
mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;
mso-para-margin-left:0in;
line-height:115%;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:11.0pt;
font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";
mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;
mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}
</style> <![endif]--> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">It doesn’t matter that you’ve found a solution too late, what matters is that you've finally found it.</div></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01863461441512926788noreply@blogger.com0