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/><category term="condemned" /><category term="Infomercials" /><category term="City" /><category term="sadness" /><title>A Journey Called Life</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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be..</title><content type="html">Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;Let it whither away,&lt;br /&gt;'Til there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;To say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand aside.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it cry&lt;br /&gt;Watch it dry&lt;br /&gt;Watch it whither away&lt;br /&gt;In the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look away&lt;br /&gt;Think ahead&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back&lt;br /&gt;To the misery&lt;br /&gt;That comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Watch its end&lt;br /&gt;Wait for&lt;br /&gt;A new&lt;br /&gt;Beginning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;Let it whither away,&lt;br /&gt;'Til there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-6958237293820222242?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6958237293820222242/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=6958237293820222242" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/6958237293820222242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/6958237293820222242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-it-be.html" title="Let it be.." /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CQ3wyeCp7ImA9WxNQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-5099357183493219155</id><published>2009-09-20T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:54:22.290-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-20T11:54:22.290-07:00</app:edited><title>Untitled</title><content type="html">I know of a road,&lt;br /&gt;That leads into the woods,&lt;br /&gt;Deserted and wild,&lt;br /&gt;It laid unused,&lt;br /&gt;For a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon it,&lt;br /&gt;On an unfortunate day,&lt;br /&gt;When I was beaten and down,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone fled,&lt;br /&gt;But burdens stayed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly aye!&lt;br /&gt;Curiously,&lt;br /&gt;Taking the turns,&lt;br /&gt;Holding my breath,&lt;br /&gt;Treading the unbeaten path,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where it lead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies grew darker,&lt;br /&gt;And the trees began to sway,&lt;br /&gt;The rhythmic wind,&lt;br /&gt;Eerie i must say!&lt;br /&gt;The stars popped up slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Outshined by the graceful moon,&lt;br /&gt;And i knew,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;In this beautiful setting,&lt;br /&gt;The path was all i had,&lt;br /&gt;And I trudged,&lt;br /&gt;On and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally opened up,&lt;br /&gt;To a small clearing,&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the cliff,&lt;br /&gt;I walked upto the end,&lt;br /&gt;And looked down,&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo gripping me,&lt;br /&gt;As if the ground below,&lt;br /&gt;Was pulling me,&lt;br /&gt;For a deadly embrace,&lt;br /&gt;But i looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I took away,&lt;br /&gt;The weight off my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;And threw them away,&lt;br /&gt;For I did not care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down,&lt;br /&gt;On the patch of grass,&lt;br /&gt;And weeped silently,&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by emotions,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly everything material,&lt;br /&gt;Seemed immaterial!&lt;br /&gt;I lied down there staring at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And smiled at last,&lt;br /&gt;After a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of a road,&lt;br /&gt;That leads into the woods,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do,&lt;br /&gt;Is let it find you,&lt;br /&gt;And then let yourself find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-5099357183493219155?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5099357183493219155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=5099357183493219155" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T10:54:35.673-07:00</app:edited><title>Endless walk...</title><content type="html">I've been walking,&lt;br /&gt;Way too long,&lt;br /&gt;Not stopping to see,&lt;br /&gt;Where to,&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking,&lt;br /&gt;As fast as i can,&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt bad,&lt;br /&gt;But i carry on,&lt;br /&gt;Without a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking,&lt;br /&gt;And one fine day,&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints,&lt;br /&gt;Ahead,&lt;br /&gt;On my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call out loud,&lt;br /&gt;And strain my ears,&lt;br /&gt;For a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Reply,&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the prints,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;My foot seems to fit,&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly in them,&lt;br /&gt;Scared out my wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking,&lt;br /&gt;All this while,&lt;br /&gt;In circles,&lt;br /&gt;As fast I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-2708371333294519761?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2708371333294519761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=2708371333294519761" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/2708371333294519761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/2708371333294519761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2009/09/endless-walk.html" title="Endless walk..." /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQCQnwzcSp7ImA9WxNRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-474889884445305508</id><published>2009-09-06T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:12:43.289-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-07T08:12:43.289-07:00</app:edited><title>Tryst with the Guitar</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SqPyZdsXTBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V7XTxg25gKk/s1600-h/Guitar_Player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SqPyZdsXTBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V7XTxg25gKk/s320/Guitar_Player.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378408899291859986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to learn to play a guitar ever since I watched Slash in one of the Guns N Roses video.The ease with which he does his magic onstage tricked me into believing that playing a guitar would be a cakewalk.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,after a month of deliberation and spending quite a significant amount for purchasing a new guitar,I finally landed up for my first ever guitar class.I was amused to find a motley crowd of people like me who did not even know how to hold a guitar properly.There was the clueless left handed guy trying to play with a right handed guitar to the girl who shifted from one fret to another the way you would in case you were playing a Sitar(apparently she had mastered Sitar and was trying her hand on western instruments).&lt;br /&gt;Then there was me,who couldn't avoid the abominable twanging sound every time i played a chord.&lt;br /&gt;After the class I came back home,and started practicing after everyone fell asleep.The night was silent and pleasant,I opened the balcony door and put a chair there.The soothing sight of silver moonlight greeted me there.The cool wind caressed my face,I took out my guitar and took a moment to take in the beauty of this nocturnal setting.&lt;br /&gt;I placed my fingers on the fret board and strummed a C-Major slowly,then I shifted to a G-major and an E-minor.Then i heard a slight whimper which eventually turned into a long howl, which was then reinforced by a series of howls from distant localities.&lt;br /&gt;The dogs just broke into a frenzy and the neighbours started switching on their lights.I hit the floor with my guitar and crawled my way back into the house,unseen.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image: 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href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2009/09/tryst-with-guitar.html" title="Tryst with the Guitar" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SqPyZdsXTBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/V7XTxg25gKk/s72-c/Guitar_Player.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EESXoyfCp7ImA9WxJVGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-660467982982902083</id><published>2009-07-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:53:28.494-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T22:53:28.494-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="City" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai" /><title>Mumbai:An Acco nightmare!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SlGRMsOLD1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Gme_zqOY5uc/s1600-h/broke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SlGRMsOLD1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Gme_zqOY5uc/s320/broke.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355221079135293266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I don't intend to bore you with the details of life in Mumbai.I am sure there are a lot of blogs in the blogosphere who can provide you with the details.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is,life out here is hectic,tough and at the same time filled with masti.&lt;br /&gt;All that said and done,one of my friends came over to Bombay(I keep switching between Bombay and Mumbai) so that he could attend a course and if possible,try to find out a good job here.I thought it was a good move,Mumbai is after all a city of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Since he was planning to stay for a month or so,he wanted me to check if there was any good accommodation available out here.The thought of that made me a bit anxious.Being familiar with the intricacies of Bombay life,I knew that real estate and money were the two areas where the city can screw you really hard(pardon my language).&lt;br /&gt;So I started off with an 'accommodation hunting' spree in the internet.I searched for a hotels,lodges,guest houses etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Him(my friend) being a newbie made things only worse as he came with a budget(which would have provided him a 5star accommodation in any other city) that wouldn't get him past ten days in a city like Bombay.And since he was keen about having an independent room,the only option available were budget hotels(since Paying Guest accommodation meant you had to share the room with total strangers).&lt;br /&gt;Now,(here's my favorite part),there are two types of hotels in this world-&lt;br /&gt;1)The illegitimate kind that charges you by the hour.(The kind you would want to avoid at all costs)&lt;br /&gt;2)Then the ones that are comparatively safer.&lt;br /&gt;We categorized these 'budget hotels' into three on the basis of daily rental-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1000-1500)&lt;/span&gt;-The rundown kind, located in some narrow gully, where the cleaner is also the receptionist and the cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1500-2500)&lt;/span&gt;-Pretty decent ones near the main road,where you are given a room that rivals a jail cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2500-5000)&lt;/span&gt;-Not much different from the above,except that there is a doorman who opens the door for you at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;How would you justify a hotel that charges 5000 bucks a day,as a budget hotel?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: The hotel's in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is,if you ever plan to come to Bombay for a long duration,it's highly recommended that you do some research and fix your budget accordingly.Some of the options that you can look into for accommodation are as a Paying Guest,Budget hotels or a serviced apartment.&lt;br /&gt;But be ready to spend a wad of notes.&lt;br /&gt;Or better still,call up that long lost distant cousin of yours from Mumbai and stay with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image source: http://www.amren.com/ar/1999/08/broke.gif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-660467982982902083?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' 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height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SlGRMsOLD1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Gme_zqOY5uc/s72-c/broke.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MRnszfSp7ImA9WxJVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-2030330126037670596</id><published>2009-07-01T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:49:47.585-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T20:49:47.585-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happenings" /><title>My first Job!</title><content type="html">Well,I finally landed up with a really nice job,whose profile sounds very exciting and challenging.I'm hoping to put in my best effort and live upto the required level of expectation in that organization.&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware that this is just the stepping stone and the journey towards charting a good career is just starting.&lt;br /&gt;All that said and done,I'm glad to see a lot of happy faces around me,people who care and love me.They've always been my support and source of strength.And I owe them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I'm a bit nervous about the first day at work.I'm sure it'll be like the first day at school all over again.Lots of new faces,an environment that you're not used to,and the usual anxiety about how to handle things generally.&lt;br /&gt;Then again,my solace in lies in the fact that there will be others like me to give me company in the first day.&lt;br /&gt;For now my plan is to get myself a haircut,polish my shoes,buy a brand new pair of formals and put on that winning smile and walk in through that door.&lt;br /&gt;As they say,the first step is always the difficult one. :)&lt;div 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/><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDR3w7eSp7ImA9WxJVFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-7917629898434555122</id><published>2009-07-01T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:27:56.201-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T22:27:56.201-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny incidents" /><title>How (not)to deal with a Rhetorical question?</title><content type="html">This happened when I was in the 6th standard.Well,I didn't know the concept of rhetorical questions(I still don't)back then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:Do I look like a fool to you?&lt;br /&gt;Me:*silent*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:Answer me!&lt;br /&gt;Me:No&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me:I mean,Yes&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:WHAT?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:I meant, Yes I will answer you but you don't look like a fool to me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Uh oh,that came out wrong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just the beginning..Rhetorical questions still continue to put me in a spot even today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-7917629898434555122?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7917629898434555122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BSH48cCp7ImA9WxJWFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-8776827453976932167</id><published>2009-06-17T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:04:19.078-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-21T00:04:19.078-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random scribble" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="struggle" /><title>Keeping my fingers crossed!</title><content type="html">I owe you all an explanation for the long period of absence and inactivity.Well,I'm at a different city now and closing towards the point of taking up my first job(the keyword being 'closing').Being a fresh graduate is a bit tough in the current job market,mainly because of the fact that you have to compete with experienced professionals for the same job.A whole lot of my friends tell me that we graduated into the worst possible conditions and are a bit paranoid about it. I don't blame them,being a fresher means you're new to everything which in turn induces an unintentional sense of anxiety and nervousness.The most dreadful feeling comes up when you think about the 'Countdown'.Basically,it's a fancy term I coined to describe the shrinking number of days until the next academic year.A lot of people are scared to even think about it.Because with the beginning of the next academic year,you tend to lose the 'fresher' tag which you have to admit is a way of shielding yourself from questions thrown by interviewers to curious relatives.&lt;div&gt;I'm lucky to get my offer letter and an exciting job profile,but as i said earlier there are a couple of formalities that have to be completed before I land on my dream job.People around me have started the permature celebrations and I would hate to disappoint them if this thing doesn't go through.It's kind of tough when people look upto you and think 'He got a job,so can I.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's a whole lot of weight on my shoulders right now,and I hope I come through well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8776827453976932167?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8776827453976932167/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=8776827453976932167" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8776827453976932167?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8776827453976932167?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-my-fingers-crossed.html" title="Keeping my fingers crossed!" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNR3gzfip7ImA9WxJXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-8655898485177752047</id><published>2009-06-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:23:16.686-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T07:23:16.686-07:00</app:edited><title>Oops!!</title><content type="html">Sorry..Won't be here for sometime..Something important came up..Will be away for a couple of days!!!!Thanks for dropping by!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8655898485177752047?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8655898485177752047/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=8655898485177752047" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8655898485177752047?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8655898485177752047?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops.html" title="Oops!!" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENSH89cSp7ImA9WxJXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-6970197906356613667</id><published>2009-06-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:44:59.169-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T01:44:59.169-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random scribble" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>God's own Coundree!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SizIhtqSffI/AAAAAAAAACg/SLf5WMyp-UU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SizIhtqSffI/AAAAAAAAACg/SLf5WMyp-UU/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344867339300142578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that when you meet me for the first time,you would assume that I'm a north indian least of all a keralite.Coming from kerala does not mean I have to have the heavy malayalee accent that people uniquely associate us with.During my first year of college,a couple of my malayalee friends mistook me for a north indian and started conversing in hindi as best as they could.I cleared all their doubts with my version of weirdly accented malayalam which i have since then been uniquely associated with.The trouble is,I'm in no man's land.My hindi isn't perfect enough and my malayalam is an abomination.&lt;br /&gt;Moving ahead,a good friend of mine gets a kick out of watching Lolakutty in Mtv decided to pick on me(i fondly refer to her as a mallu basher)by giving me a list of words and asking me to read it out loud for her.All these words were carefully chosen(i bet after weeks of research) so as to bring out my hidden malayalee accent which she firmly believed was in my blood.I'll list some of the words for you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cauliflower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowledge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;College&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jumped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MBA (apparently she was expecting me to read it out as Yem Bee Yay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boeing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well,she was right.I did have an hidden malayalee accent afterall,somewhere deep inside me.In the process of reading out these words,i faltered.I never heard the end of it ever.I still get calls fom her,late in the night asking me to say 'Ford' out loud or making me hear the endless malayalee jokes that she came across.It doesn't quite annoy me,after all I am a malayalee and chances are that we are there at every nook and corner of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-6970197906356613667?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6970197906356613667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=6970197906356613667" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/6970197906356613667?v=2" /><link 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gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HRXszfCp7ImA9WxJXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-5022963834609232017</id><published>2009-06-06T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:48:54.584-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-06T14:48:54.584-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infomercials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ranting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>Late night TV: Hijacked by infomercials</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SirjUXR6CyI/AAAAAAAAACE/WDOf71jQ0RY/s1600-h/chickencouchbot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SirjUXR6CyI/AAAAAAAAACE/WDOf71jQ0RY/s320/chickencouchbot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344333846814526242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm more of a night person,and being so I find  that most of my free time is after hours when everyone goes to sleep.With nothing productive to do during that time,I turn towards the idiot box for some quality entertainment.It was during one such exercise that I came across the world of infomercials.Almost all the major channels are hijacked by these infomercials during the late night slot.Although i never bothered to stay up and check till what time these never-ending commercials go on,It was on till 3am before I lost patience and fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;My tolerance level is quite high and i can usually gather the patience to withstand a lot of irritable stuff(having a younger sibling helps  in this regard).But the kind of infomercials and their style of advertising is so full of utter nonsense that even I started to squirm in my seat.After a point,I decided to sit through it and rant about it in my blog(Reason:Recession,nothing better to do).&lt;br /&gt;Almost all major TV channels had given their late night slots to these so called infomercials.Although it does make sense in a business point of view(in terms of revenue generated from ads),I wish they had the sense to realize that there are people tuning in even during the night time. The channels that air these commercials run disclaimers  warning that 'the following program is a paid advertisement so as not to mislead the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,this kind of unmoderated kamikaze style advertising tend to dilute the brand image of the channel telecasting it,I lost respect to a couple of so called 'educational' channels this way.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the topic,Infomercials are long-format television commercials, typically five minutes or longer. Infomercials are also known as paid programming (or teleshopping in Europe). Originally, they were a phenomenon that started in the United States where they were typically shown overnight (usually 2:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m.) --- outside of peak hours. Some television stations chose to air such programming as an alternative to the former practice of sign-off. By 2009, most US infomercial spending is during early morning, daytime, and evening hours. Stations in most countries around the world have instituted similar media structures.(Source:Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;Most of the ads that they are in India are the dubbed version of the US/UK ads in vernacular languages.The lip syncing and the translation can be hilarious.The locally produced ads aren't that better off either,they are equally funny with their presentation. The products that are sold through this channel includes shoe soles that claim to increase your height to slimming equipments to tone your bodies.Not to mention the 'discounts' and 'freebies' that they have to offer if you place the offer 'right now'.&lt;br /&gt;Although I agree that I have no authority to judge the validity of their claims without trying them out,I am not in favour of such forms of aggressive advertising that encashes on people's shortcomings.Most of these ads,start off with underscoring people's shortcomings and making them sound as if one's life revolves around it and is responsible for all of their miseries.Then they introduce their product as the magic wand that drives all of these miseries away.The tall claims and effectiveness of the product is backed up against a number of 'real life' narrations.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an interesting take on the pitch lines uses by these commercials (Source:Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Would you pay..." (lists large and outrageous amounts that quickly decline before the announcer rejects the past prices and hypes the lowest price possible)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This revolutionary product..."/"Introducing the revolutionary (product)"/"It's truly revolutionary!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Are you tired of..." (announcer goes into list of faults of other similar products, which are avoided or solved by their product)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"But wait!", "But wait there's more!", or "But that's not all!" (after pitching one deal and before pitching another, better deal. For example: "But Wait! Call in now and we'll knock off one payment/make first payment for you and add (product)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Supplies are limited, and this deal is available for only (number of minutes before end of program)..." (Note that these supposedly time-sensitive deals are usually not time-sensitive, as these infomercials are almost always videotaped, and air at different times on many stations nationwide.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now imagine all this in Hindi and it gives you the content being churned out by the domestic players(with equally bad actors).&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against infomercials,as it gives you an oppurtunity to get to know our product and make a decision from the comforts of your home.But I wish it was limited to that,instead of this 'your-world-is-going-to-end-without-this-product' approach thaat is widely telecasted.In addition to this,these ads must be monitored for false claims to prevent the gullible from getting cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image source:http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickencouchbot2.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-5022963834609232017?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5022963834609232017/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=5022963834609232017" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/5022963834609232017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/5022963834609232017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/late-night-tv-hijacked-by-infomercials.html" title="Late night TV: Hijacked by infomercials" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SirjUXR6CyI/AAAAAAAAACE/WDOf71jQ0RY/s72-c/chickencouchbot2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCRH47fip7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-2749880054314221344</id><published>2009-06-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:52:45.006-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T03:52:45.006-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bollywood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="con" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="con artist" /><title>Salman Con - Conman on the loose!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Siiphsgf0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZTmLzPohLi4/s1600-h/conman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Siiphsgf0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZTmLzPohLi4/s320/conman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343707354223334082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I get into the details,here's a little background about conmen.According to wikipedia, confidence trick or confidence game  is an attempt to defraud&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a person or group by gaining their confidence.The term conman(or confidence man) was coined by the american press during the trial of one William Thomson,who won confidence of strangers and led them into parting with their valuables after gaining their trust.Although it seems quite impossible as to how victims fall for their schemes,an experienced conman has the confidence,skill and the charishma to win your confidence with his words and his act.Afterall,if someone comes upto you and confidently says that you have a patch of ink on your nose,you do tend to fall for it.Conning is just taking this to a whole new level for financial gain.&lt;br /&gt;That's the background for my post.I've been observing reports in the newspapers, about a certain conman whose modus operandi is to con people using the name of popular bollywood actor Salman Khan.He has conned three victims till now,and is still going at it.&lt;br /&gt;He approached them with either an offer to act in one of Salman Khan's movies or a chance to meet the bollywood actor face to face.He would then take the victim to a beauty salon and ask them to get a haircut or a face pack so that they are 'presentable' in front of the actor.The funny thing is,he managed to convince an Indian male(who still prefer to look raw) to step into a salon for a make over!&lt;br /&gt;He would then ask them to remove their gold ornaments and watches for 'safe keeping' so that they don't get discoloured during the make-over!!The next thing you know,the victims are left with a huge salon bill with the conman not in sight and their money and gold all gone.&lt;br /&gt;For the second victim,he pushed the act even further and took him shopping for new clothes and then disappeared with his belongings.Although it's still not clear whether both the acts were committed by the same man,but the unusual fetish for using the same actors name and repeating the trick despite the fact that the first act was well publicized has baffled the police.&lt;br /&gt;So,the next time someone comes to you and mentions Salman Khan,you might want to have a good look at him.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated,this one seems to be quite slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-2749880054314221344?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2749880054314221344/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=2749880054314221344" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/2749880054314221344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/2749880054314221344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2009/06/salman-con-conman-on-loose.html" title="Salman Con - Conman on the loose!" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Siiphsgf0sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZTmLzPohLi4/s72-c/conman.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRX07eCp7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-2928306471803198598</id><published>2009-06-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:53:04.300-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T03:53:04.300-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="railway station" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="railways" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="train" /><title>@ the railway station!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was one of those really hot days where you wish you could just spend it indoors and have a fulfilling siesta.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,things have a way of taking shape and you find yourself at the railway station among the chaos of a swarm of people who believe in shoving you off their way even though they have reserved seats.Then again,this is India and paradoxes like this are quite normal and amusing too.&lt;br /&gt;My purpose there was to pick up my mom and i wanted to get out of there ASAP.I had planned it down to the last minute detail,like a special forces operation.I was supposed to go in and come out within twenty minutes.I am a people person,except when there are a thousand of them swarming and walking into you and taking you with them.As they say,there is always that one unexpected variable that makes the whole equation go topsy-turvy.In this case,the train was delayed by five minutes and I was left waiting in the over crowded platform for it.I started hyper-ventilating and the over-whelming crowd seemed to be gathering around me like a bunch of blood-thirsty zombies.&lt;br /&gt;After the initial feelings of annoyance,I sort of gave up and sat in one of the numerous benches lined along the platform. The scene around me was surreal,people from different walks of life,religion,positions and mannerisms all gathered under one roof(with/without a ticket)just so that they could meet their loved ones or rather escape from their daily lives to take some time off.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what make them like zombies,oblivious of the dirt and the sweat and the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;The train started inching slowly towards the platform and I became one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-2928306471803198598?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2928306471803198598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SieUX05uxJI/AAAAAAAAABE/b_mNW0GdaqY/s320/IMG_0166editre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343402619957068946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope isn't something you rely on,&lt;div&gt;For the storm brewing ahead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help thinking about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strong winds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stronger waves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting to tear a peaceful journey apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every morning I wake up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun seems brighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birds more chirpy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People more pleasant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if things just slowed down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A much more beautiful place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind of beauty you miss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you assume you're going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be here for eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you walk up to the mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see a stranger staring back at you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shattered reflections,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of a sudden everything just comes back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you try to swim against the current,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slipping away slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the darkness within!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You learn to smile at times like these,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though you have a hundrer odd reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world before you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the small glimpses of joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you overlooked earlier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you sit down and observe it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if you were an outsider!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pitter-patter of the raindrops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rustling leaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gentle wind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The untethered laughter of a child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you find that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realization dawns slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That time is eating you away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relentless assault each second,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working to fade you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't shed tears when I'm gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor hold onto me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But carry on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do heed the lesson inscribed on my grave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That say-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here lies a fool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only death could teach him how to live."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8931197639202521079?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8931197639202521079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=8931197639202521079" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8931197639202521079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8931197639202521079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled_16.html" title="The storm within..." /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/SieUX05uxJI/AAAAAAAAABE/b_mNW0GdaqY/s72-c/IMG_0166editre.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENRH07cSp7ImA9WxJXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-2675676696640039430</id><published>2008-10-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:34:55.309-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T06:34:55.309-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost love" /><title>His best performance yet...</title><content type="html">The soothing music,&lt;div&gt;Moving sensuously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the dimmed light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shadows lay there dormant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hypnotized by the sound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curtain rises-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow and steady,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revealing the picture within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A stage and a setting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the journey ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Anxious wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To play his part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes to an end with the tune of the harp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sea of people move gracefully onstage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfectly synchronized, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst the sighs and astonishment of the shadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He moves around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Searching for his intented pair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to be left alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among a sea of destined pairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He curses himself and move around gracefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A loner in the crowd of paired up pairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The forced smile on his face-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding the underlying dejection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he plays his part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He goes around in circles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate and lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the show must go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the sea of destined pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His partner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misplaced or mislead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody cares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this vaudevillian extragavanza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shadows are content,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all that matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The light brightens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the curtain falls down on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AESHs5fip7ImA9WxJXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-8205975496929898706</id><published>2008-05-12T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:35:09.526-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T06:35:09.526-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child" /><title>Dancing with the rain</title><content type="html">Tears from the heaven,&lt;br /&gt;To quench our thirsts,&lt;br /&gt;Drop by drop-&lt;br /&gt;They  fall,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;In sudden bursts,&lt;br /&gt;Everything springs to life,&lt;br /&gt;All at  once,&lt;br /&gt;The brat in me awakes,&lt;br /&gt;And I jump out from my bed,&lt;br /&gt;And bolt out  the door,&lt;br /&gt;Running down corridors&lt;br /&gt;And pushing open doors&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of  liberation&lt;br /&gt;And ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;And a thirst for&lt;br /&gt;Some childish fun!&lt;br /&gt;Look  up,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the drops&lt;br /&gt;Kissing your cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Close your  eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Dance,&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8205975496929898706?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand dear,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the  warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Grasp it tightly,&lt;br /&gt;And all will be calm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand  dear,&lt;br /&gt;Come dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And enlighten  me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand dear,&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be a part,&lt;br /&gt;And  face life with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-7825540339230505567?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7825540339230505567/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=7825540339230505567" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T06:35:41.601-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rebirth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="despair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Whispers</title><content type="html">I was pushed into a corner,&lt;br /&gt;Dark and bleak,&lt;br /&gt;Left by myself,&lt;br /&gt;Bounded by emotions&lt;br /&gt;To be wasted&lt;br /&gt;I found comfort there&lt;br /&gt;For I was too scared to come out&lt;br /&gt;And face the light again&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that I’ll fall in love once again&lt;br /&gt;To be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And thrown apart&lt;br /&gt;Into this corner once again&lt;br /&gt;I lay there still&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open,&lt;br /&gt;Heart closed,&lt;br /&gt;Senses numbed,&lt;br /&gt;I lay there&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of this solitude&lt;br /&gt;Piercing through this silence,&lt;br /&gt;I heard faint whispers&lt;br /&gt;Many voices whispering to me&lt;br /&gt;Soothing whispers that comforted me&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But no one was around&lt;br /&gt;Or so I felt!&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel warm,&lt;br /&gt;In that dark and bleak corner&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I got up slowly&lt;br /&gt;Those whispers,&lt;br /&gt;Helped me stand on my feet&lt;br /&gt;And come out,&lt;br /&gt;Reborn and rejuvenated&lt;br /&gt;I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Facing the light&lt;br /&gt;Once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-1744342819659923087?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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heaven&lt;br /&gt;And blessed with a divine glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head against my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;As we walk along the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Two set of footprints&lt;br /&gt;That goes closer as we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischievous as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Blows the cold sea breeze,&lt;br /&gt;As you cuddle up against me,&lt;br /&gt;And take the warmth that I give!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hard,&lt;br /&gt;And wonder, whether all this is true&lt;br /&gt;This picture perfect life,&lt;br /&gt;Of, me and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;And realize you aren’t beside me,&lt;br /&gt;I just smile, And go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;To find you snuggled up against me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8100052115373228631?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8100052115373228631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=8100052115373228631" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8100052115373228631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8100052115373228631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2007/12/walking-beside-you-holding-your-hands.html" title="Walking Beside you...." /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" 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against the wind,&lt;br /&gt;His sword sliced through branches,&lt;br /&gt;And his shield nestled against his chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Yelled the bagpiper,&lt;br /&gt;And the foot soldiers turned around to see&lt;br /&gt;Coming out from the forest&lt;br /&gt;They saw, the knight riding his steed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground thundered, under its gallop&lt;br /&gt;The birds scattered with fear,&lt;br /&gt;The white steed thundered on like a storm&lt;br /&gt;Showing neither hesitation nor fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers marched towards the battlefield,&lt;br /&gt;The knight leading the sea&lt;br /&gt;Of archers, foot soldiers and cavalry&lt;br /&gt;While the old king stayed behind with glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they stood in formation,&lt;br /&gt;At one end of the field,&lt;br /&gt;They saw the enemy on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;And the vast green field in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knight removed his helmet,&lt;br /&gt;And he yelled out for all to hear-&lt;br /&gt;In god we trust! ,&lt;br /&gt;Show no remorse or fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put back on his helmet,&lt;br /&gt;And gently patted his steed,&lt;br /&gt;Closed his eyes for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;And saw his lady smiling,&lt;br /&gt;His child naughty as usual,&lt;br /&gt;And giggling with glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the cold shield of armour,&lt;br /&gt;Ran down a warm drop of tear,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of death was scary,&lt;br /&gt;But he didn’t show it,&lt;br /&gt;He looked brave&lt;br /&gt;To anyone near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleared his throat softly,&lt;br /&gt;And raised aloft his sword,&lt;br /&gt;And yelled aloud to charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him go ahead,&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers,&lt;br /&gt;Charged ahead like a storm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-2839558375543573548?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;But frankly I think&lt;br /&gt;I really dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write down rhymes&lt;br /&gt;At times,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm at loss for words&lt;br /&gt;Words when spoken,Will set me free!&lt;br /&gt;Things that I hear,&lt;br /&gt;Things that I see,&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts that resonate deep within me&lt;br /&gt;I pen them down for all to feel,&lt;br /&gt;And peel them clean&lt;br /&gt;For all to see&lt;br /&gt;They crowd in my head&lt;br /&gt;And ring in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of tears&lt;br /&gt;And sum of my fears,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to them keen&lt;br /&gt;And hear what they sing,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes of happiness&lt;br /&gt;And sweet romantic flings,&lt;br /&gt;That is when, I feel&lt;br /&gt;This sudden rush of words,&lt;br /&gt;That fly through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a full flock of birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distilled by my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Condensed by my pen&lt;br /&gt;On a white sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;There they stay written&lt;br /&gt;The words that I write&lt;br /&gt;Are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;For they shine bright&lt;br /&gt;Upon things I wish to say!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-3145890366324955659?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3145890366324955659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=3145890366324955659" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/3145890366324955659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/3145890366324955659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-words-are-here-to-stay.html" title="These words are here to stay......" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ER3w6fyp7ImA9WxJXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-2099403611442648647</id><published>2007-12-02T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:36:46.217-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T06:36:46.217-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forgiveness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misunderstandings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="regret" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><title>Shattered Reflection</title><content type="html">Seeing my shattered reflection&lt;br /&gt;As I look within me&lt;br /&gt;I ponder&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have undone it all&lt;br /&gt;Living life the way that would have&lt;br /&gt;Lightened you and all&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have retraced my steps&lt;br /&gt;Backwards to the point&lt;br /&gt;Where I veered away from you&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken back those words&lt;br /&gt;The sharp and the venomous&lt;br /&gt;That caused a pang in your ears&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have walked upto you&lt;br /&gt;An act of redemption&lt;br /&gt;And wiped away your tears&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have been a different me&lt;br /&gt;But you never did give me one&lt;br /&gt;To let me prove how good I can be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-2099403611442648647?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2099403611442648647/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=2099403611442648647" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/2099403611442648647?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/2099403611442648647?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2007/12/shattered-reflection.html" title="Shattered Reflection" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNRX05eip7ImA9WB9RFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-8273813286560752520</id><published>2007-10-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:56:34.322-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-16T08:56:34.322-07:00</app:edited><title>The Rendezvous-Meeting a long lost friend!</title><content type="html">I glanced at the rear view mirror for the umpteenth time,to check if my hair was combed neat.The Auto driver gave me a quizzical look and smiled.He murmured something in Kannada,I didnt understand a word but I grinned back.I sat back and relaxed a bit,feeling the cool Bangalore breeze stroke my well-combed hair,as if it was teasing my sense of perfection.I didnt get irritated,I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I watched as the autodriver whizzed pass numerous red lights and cut corners with a knack that would have turned Schumacher green.In moments of desperate need,God does send one of his angels to help you out.That day,the angel wore a khakhi coat and his steed was the rickety auto I was riding in.And he rode his steed like the wind!&lt;br /&gt;I checked my phone for the last time and asked him to stop at the exact spot where she'd asked me to come.I glanced at the meter and gave him the exact fare,he accepted it politely.I mumbled a meek Thank you and he drove away.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at both sides of the wide stretch of road.I was flooded with emotions,a mixture of happiness and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Excited about meeting up with a long lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;I received her call.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I am at the rendezvous point,she said that she was on her way.&lt;br /&gt;I fiddled with my phone for sometime and watched the others on the road as they carried on with their normal life.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang again,this time it was a friend who was wondering where I was.&lt;br /&gt;He kept teasing,all I could do was respond to it with silence.&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I heard the call I was waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Someone behind me yelled out my name in a vaguely familiar feminine voice.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around excitedly.But I couldnt figure out where that voice came from.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the call again-"Ashwin!"&lt;br /&gt;One look,and I knew it was her.&lt;br /&gt;Four years had passed,but she still looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling,I walked up towards her and shook hands with her.&lt;br /&gt;My body trembling with happiness and a little bit of nervousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8273813286560752520?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8273813286560752520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=8273813286560752520" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8273813286560752520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8273813286560752520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2007/10/rendezvous.html" title="The Rendezvous-Meeting a long lost friend!" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQns7eyp7ImA9WxJXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-8783159663806750407</id><published>2007-09-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:37:03.503-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T06:37:03.503-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="defeat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="despair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="broken heart" /><title>The Lonely Marsh</title><content type="html">I followed you voice,&lt;br /&gt;As it rang in my ears, With grace and with poise&lt;br /&gt;And a mischievous jeer&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off the darkness of the cold lonely marsh&lt;br /&gt;A warm welcome break, in a place bleakly harsh&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walked, And at times I ran&lt;br /&gt;Taking myself fast, As fast as my tired legs can&lt;br /&gt;Slowed down by my tears and bogged down by fears&lt;br /&gt;And the wounds by the thorny marsh, Over the years&lt;br /&gt;Slowed yes, But never stopped&lt;br /&gt;For sometimes I jumped, And sometimes I hopped&lt;br /&gt;Over obstacles and at times, other pains dropped&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw light! At the end of the dark&lt;br /&gt;And heard your voice grow sweeter, like the song of the lark&lt;br /&gt;Atlast! I came out, out of that cold lonely place&lt;br /&gt;To meet you for once, face to face&lt;br /&gt;The warm sun shining, for me to see&lt;br /&gt;But you weren’t there, waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;And the song resonating, from a place I couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulled back, to the middle of the marsh&lt;br /&gt;By the haunting demons, back from my past&lt;br /&gt;Dragged through the muddy floor, I felt like a rag&lt;br /&gt;It was painfully bad, yet over so fast&lt;br /&gt;I lie here, in the cold lonely marsh&lt;br /&gt;A sweet song still, resonating in my ears&lt;br /&gt;The song still haunting, softly from within&lt;br /&gt;The song of my broken heart, And the fears therein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-8783159663806750407?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8783159663806750407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=8783159663806750407" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8783159663806750407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/8783159663806750407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/2007/09/lonely-marsh.html" title="The Lonely Marsh" /><author><name>Incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18367116818573728097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Px_eItllzC0/Sij4tXXkDHI/AAAAAAAAABk/tQWY2lw2ElA/S220/questionmark.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08AQH8_fSp7ImA9WxJXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838030963848488405.post-3406188094131713010</id><published>2007-08-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:37:21.145-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T06:37:21.145-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>A Spark From Heaven</title><content type="html">I still remember that special day,&lt;br /&gt;When you walked into my life,like hope's ray&lt;br /&gt;I wondered,An angel in mortal's lair?&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes so captivating,and filled with care&lt;br /&gt;You walked towards me,Oh so gracefully!&lt;br /&gt;And smiled at me,So pleasantfully!&lt;br /&gt;Felt as if the world had stopped for eternity&lt;br /&gt;And time was defeated,by your beauty's divinity&lt;br /&gt;That moment,I realized I couldn't take my eyes of you&lt;br /&gt;I knew that,we were meant to be like the leaf and the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;The days passed,The seasons rolled&lt;br /&gt;You became a friend,A hand that I could hold&lt;br /&gt;Like a small bright spark that ignites a fire&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to take myself higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the king of the world&lt;br /&gt;You took me out of a shell,Where I lay curled&lt;br /&gt;As I held your hand,I knew this was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;We were no longer friends,No more seperate entities&lt;br /&gt;But fate has a way of stopping things&lt;br /&gt;Like stopping the music when one's life truly sings&lt;br /&gt;I watched you wither slowly&lt;br /&gt;But you were still smiling at me,So boldly!&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that fateful day&lt;br /&gt;You left me,Oh divine ray!&lt;br /&gt;I whispered into your ear,how much you truly meant,At last!&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me with your watery eyes and gave a smile&lt;br /&gt;And then,went to a deep slumber,so peacefully yet so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838030963848488405-3406188094131713010?l=my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-pursuit-of-happyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3406188094131713010/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838030963848488405&amp;postID=3406188094131713010" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838030963848488405/posts/default/3406188094131713010?v=2" /><link 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