<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613</id><updated>2012-01-22T23:20:17.884+05:30</updated><category term='Leadership in ancient times'/><category term='Anil Sachdev'/><category term='Self Reflection'/><category term='will'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='entrepreneur'/><category term='ISB'/><category term='Essay'/><category term='Learnings'/><category term='SIP'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='motivate'/><category term='NGO'/><category term='SOIL'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Stanford'/><category term='DAD'/><category term='Silence'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Scholarship'/><category term='Never give up'/><category term='Clear Admit Winner'/><category term='Youuu'/><category term='lifeatSOIL'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Till I Collapse</title><subtitle type='html'>Following My Heart...

“We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-994786958425995529</id><published>2012-01-22T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:20:17.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>P.S: I still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9mNUwzn38E/TxxLtNfRSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/9l5dd8c7D00/s1600/PS_I_still_love_you_by_orangefruits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9mNUwzn38E/TxxLtNfRSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/9l5dd8c7D00/s320/PS_I_still_love_you_by_orangefruits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A flash a twinkle of a star,&lt;br /&gt;Traces our time together,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the center of my world,&lt;br /&gt;Still is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year a year and yet another,&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by with a blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that never changes,&lt;br /&gt;Is constant change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not how I was before,&lt;br /&gt;You're not like you were either,&lt;br /&gt;But your smile in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Is still beautiful as ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time only moves forward,&lt;br /&gt;The clock only turns one way- clockwise,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long we have left,&lt;br /&gt;So I want you to understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, the only path I walk ,&lt;br /&gt;I still cherish every minute, every moment of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Your every breath, every movement, every expression,&lt;br /&gt;Till the very end, I will always,&lt;br /&gt;Still love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, maybe it's fate,&lt;br /&gt;After many years, no one can replace you,&lt;br /&gt;Those times together were the best times of my life,&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget all those memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, the only path I walk ,&lt;br /&gt;I still cherish every minute, every moment of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Your every breath, every movement, every expression,&lt;br /&gt;Till the very end, I will always,&lt;br /&gt;Still love you,&lt;br /&gt;I will still love you in the next life time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your every breath, every movement, every expression&lt;br /&gt;Forever, I will... still love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-994786958425995529?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/994786958425995529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=994786958425995529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/994786958425995529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/994786958425995529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2012/01/ps-i-still.html' title='P.S: I still...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9mNUwzn38E/TxxLtNfRSiI/AAAAAAAAANg/9l5dd8c7D00/s72-c/PS_I_still_love_you_by_orangefruits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7131508385646389428</id><published>2012-01-20T22:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:25:56.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wait for uuu evr n evr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLOQN5m7d0Q/TxmcJpc2gMI/AAAAAAAAANY/0xMy17trE84/s1600/stefan-marx-book-i-wait-forever-as-long-takes.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLOQN5m7d0Q/TxmcJpc2gMI/AAAAAAAAANY/0xMy17trE84/s320/stefan-marx-book-i-wait-forever-as-long-takes.gif" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish upon a star, I wonder where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you're coming back to me again,&lt;br /&gt;And everything's the same like it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the days go by and still I wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it has to be this way,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have you here just like it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way to choose,&lt;br /&gt;How can I find a way to go on ?,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can go on without you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I find a way to go on&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can go on without you, without you&lt;br /&gt;Even if my heart's still beating just for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really know you are not feeling like I do,&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun is shining over me&lt;br /&gt;How come I still freeze ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever sees, no one feels the pain&lt;br /&gt;I shed teardrops in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even that time when the wind stays,&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I smile one more time and give my final greeting:&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired now and love hurts but,&lt;br /&gt;Even if that time is just a memory,&lt;br /&gt;I have to give my final greeting.,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;In the afterlife I will greet my love again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7131508385646389428?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7131508385646389428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7131508385646389428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7131508385646389428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7131508385646389428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2012/01/wait-for-uuu-evr-n-evr.html' title='wait for uuu evr n evr'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLOQN5m7d0Q/TxmcJpc2gMI/AAAAAAAAANY/0xMy17trE84/s72-c/stefan-marx-book-i-wait-forever-as-long-takes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8779685540150416139</id><published>2012-01-07T18:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:32:30.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Heart saying a prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbxj0HYkhHg/TwhCAbEKHsI/AAAAAAAAANM/OLg4sjuw2zw/s1600/A_heart_for_prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbxj0HYkhHg/TwhCAbEKHsI/AAAAAAAAANM/OLg4sjuw2zw/s320/A_heart_for_prayer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This song is best described as a PRAYER.&lt;br /&gt;When love is above everything, and becomes the way of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song tell how he feels love, he needs love...&lt;br /&gt;How it is so inseparable from him...&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics penned down so well that you can feel her so close..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else only her and love..&lt;br /&gt;just listen to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart saying a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart beats,&lt;br /&gt;It Keeps chanting I will get you,&lt;br /&gt;I will chose few beautiful branches from the tree of life,&lt;br /&gt;I will get you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I live,&lt;br /&gt;I will live them with you,&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe I take,&lt;br /&gt;I will take it with you,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the road is,&lt;br /&gt;I will walk with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break down,&lt;br /&gt;Meet my heart with myself,&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so far,&lt;br /&gt;These moments will not come again,&lt;br /&gt;Please do not let them go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself to me,&lt;br /&gt;I will detach you from yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Attach it to myself,&lt;br /&gt;My body &amp;amp; soul,&lt;br /&gt;I will fill with your scent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me live in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Will get lost in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Where Shall I go without you,&lt;br /&gt;With you I will see,&lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful memories,&lt;br /&gt;Of which, Only I have right,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will live in your memories,&lt;br /&gt;Will awake to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;When someone look for me,&lt;br /&gt;They will find me in your eyes..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -- Thanks to dreams songs for translation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8779685540150416139?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8779685540150416139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8779685540150416139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8779685540150416139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8779685540150416139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-heart-saying-prayer.html' title='My Heart saying a prayer...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbxj0HYkhHg/TwhCAbEKHsI/AAAAAAAAANM/OLg4sjuw2zw/s72-c/A_heart_for_prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8699783809010558199</id><published>2011-09-27T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:07:32.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I O uuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I Owe yoU :&amp;nbsp; Nice poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4pEw45r81Y/ToHQBQ59Y2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KLSHbqGCL44/s1600/owe-you-everything.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4pEw45r81Y/ToHQBQ59Y2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KLSHbqGCL44/s320/owe-you-everything.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;neither does this mean that I have got you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nor does it mean, that I have lost you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don’t know why even in your absence, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seems like you are present everywhere around me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my day begins with your thoughts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the dawns are made beautiful with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;with you… just with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;each moment, I breathe for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;each moment makes my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;with you… just for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my eyes are lost in yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my arms embrace you in them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nothing seems to be mine anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don’t know what happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;even my talks are full of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my nights seem to be a gift from you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why has my everything turned yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don’t know what happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anywhere i might go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seems like i meet you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it’s about you… just about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;there seems silence amidst noise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a little bit of dizzyness prevails&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it’s about you… just about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;half-a-promise, sometimes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and sometimes, more than a half&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my heart wants to make with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a promise of loyalty,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this bond can’t be left, even willingly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it can’t be broken, even if I try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the thread which draped us as one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the thread of commitment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am indebted to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for everything that I have achieved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is because of you… because of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I find my ways by itself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I find my destinations, so easily now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it’s because of you… because of you…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8699783809010558199?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8699783809010558199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8699783809010558199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8699783809010558199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8699783809010558199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-o-uuu.html' title='I O uuu'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4pEw45r81Y/ToHQBQ59Y2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KLSHbqGCL44/s72-c/owe-you-everything.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7278174155993434669</id><published>2011-09-04T11:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:08:41.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life @ Aapka Solution....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Finally, I got posted to silicon valley. Life @ Silicon Valley is really cool. Definitely, I will miss Delhi's cold winter, hot summer n my SOIL friends. Accommodating to new place takes sometime, time just flies off in my office because I am surrounded by smart, intelligent and warm people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the helm of Anil Sachdev and Arunav Banerjee, we, all, SOIL students felt like a home in our B-school.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, I found a new home in Silicon Valley .i.e my office. Seniors and juniors are very friendly and welcoming. It shows the kind of our company's culture and imbibing in new joinee employees. My office n my people stands for companies vision and values. It's true!!!, AAPKA SOLUTION not only for customers, it also stands for employees. Employees at our company are well taken care of. Does money really matter??? Yes, but to an extent.... because what more can human need, when you get caring and sharing people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for accommodation and shifting is big headache esp. if you are one man army. Also I have some personal&amp;nbsp; settlements to make. I have requested to utilize the time to shift and complete my accommodating till my joining formalities are completed as my medical check up status yet to be intimated. However initial 2 days @ my company is really amazing and looking forward to contribute my best to the organization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7278174155993434669?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7278174155993434669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7278174155993434669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7278174155993434669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7278174155993434669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-aapka-solution.html' title='Life @ Aapka Solution....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3780605427851708440</id><published>2011-08-01T23:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:43:12.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>reminds me of youuurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/GRUe3vRPx_k/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRUe3vRPx_k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRUe3vRPx_k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was just watching this movie called "&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="A Millionaire's First Love - Insa (eng lyrics)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Millionaire's First Love&lt;/u&gt;". Awesome movie. Its songs esp. INSA [Farewell] by dbsk brought dejavu feeling. It's my all time favorite song now. Whenever I listen to this song, it reminds me an angel whom I miss everyday. This song is dedicated to her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="A Millionaire's First Love - Insa (eng lyrics)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even that time...when the wind blows...&lt;br /&gt;For me it is not enough...&lt;br /&gt;I smile one more time...&lt;br /&gt;I give my final greeting...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am tired...&lt;br /&gt;Even though love is paintful...&lt;br /&gt;Even though those times...&lt;br /&gt;are now just memories...&lt;br /&gt;My final greeting...&lt;br /&gt;I still have to give you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away...&lt;br /&gt;Fly away,love...&lt;br /&gt;Fly away...&lt;br /&gt;Fly away,love...&lt;br /&gt;In my afterlife...&lt;br /&gt;I will greet my love agaïn...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="A Millionaire's First Love - Insa (eng lyrics)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="A Millionaire's First Love - Insa (eng lyrics)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Movie: A Millionaire's First Love&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Dbsk&lt;br /&gt;Song: Insa(Farewell)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="A Millionaire's First Love - Insa (eng lyrics)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3780605427851708440?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3780605427851708440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3780605427851708440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3780605427851708440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3780605427851708440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/08/reminds-me-youuu.html' title='reminds me of youuurs'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2921670424837144150</id><published>2011-06-30T01:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-30T01:12:04.096+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learnings'/><title type='text'>My Learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNNIbp4nh_0/Tgt9meDsGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/ex9g7sk03zA/s1600/Sharing-my-Learning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNNIbp4nh_0/Tgt9meDsGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/ex9g7sk03zA/s320/Sharing-my-Learning.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="img-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="product_container_inner" style="min-height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="product_under_title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="text_product_content" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve Learned…That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_product_content" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve Learned…That when you’re in love, it shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_product_content" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve Learned…That just one person saying to me, “You’ve made my day!” makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That being kind is more important than being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That you should never say no to a gift from a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That I can always pray for someone when I don’t have the strength to help him in some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That we should be glad God doesn’t give us everything we ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That money doesn’t buy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That it’s those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That under everyone’s hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That the Lord didn’t do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That love, not time, heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That there’s nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That life is tough, but I’m tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That I can’t choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you’re hooked for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life-threatening situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Learned…That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve Learned…That I wish I could have told my &lt;b&gt;Dad &lt;/b&gt;that I love him, one more time, before he passed away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spacing"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author : &lt;/b&gt;Andy Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2921670424837144150?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2921670424837144150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2921670424837144150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2921670424837144150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2921670424837144150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-learning.html' title='My Learning...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNNIbp4nh_0/Tgt9meDsGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/ex9g7sk03zA/s72-c/Sharing-my-Learning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7782790527393028918</id><published>2011-05-08T01:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:21:40.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep the faith.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zJHj3Haa_A/TcGIZx20mxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pnTFYeAZvvs/s1600/keep_the_faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zJHj3Haa_A/TcGIZx20mxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pnTFYeAZvvs/s1600/keep_the_faith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May, 1st 2011. On a bright sunny Sunday Morning... I wake up as usual around 7 AM. Got hold of cup of tea and&amp;nbsp; searching for today's news paper outside the door. Although I am kinda getting bored with news paper reading the same stuffs again and again in different format. Life was never so boring on that Sunday. On page 2, TOI's TIMES LIFE column caught my attention. Title "KEEP THE FAITH". As I started reading the article... I was kept on reading till the end. I wanted to share this article to all those people who have missed it. Hope it will help you sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sunshine or rainclouds, we can glide through every situation if we keep a steady head and maintain our equilibrium."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh so loud; you will attract the bad luck. Grandma would warn whenever my siblings and I guffawed loudly. In her innocence she actually believed it, and , if a few minutes later she caught any of us crying after one of the many inevitable skirmishes that are a part of childhood. pat would come the smug remark. "Didn't I tell you whenever you laugh out loud, you will certainly be crying soon enough". if life were as innocent as that! laughter so easily aroused and tears so easily wiped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might sound dramatic but most of us know that life does go through phases of good and bad, and then good again. It's series of ups and downs that doesn't allow us to get comfortable in the space we occupy. In a graph, life can be best plotted as sine wave, never as a steady straight line. And thankfully so, can you imagine what life would be like if it never changed? How would you learn to appreciate the laughter if there have been no tears? How do you celebrate a success if you haven't faced failures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more important, just as the highs boost one's confidence, lows help keep people grounded. An uninterrupted streak of success with no hurdles can very soon make a person arrogant, and uncaring in his confidence. It may seem some people's luck never changes and they lead a life that is all good or all bad. However that cannot possibly be so. They all have their good, better, best and bad worse , worst situations. The only difference is that they know how best to ride the wave. They do not let better times go to their head nor do they allow the worse times to pull them down. What is the secret that keeps these people steady in loss and gain? Is their life a steady straight line than zigzag curve? The best situations can't make them arrogant not do the worst turn them into depressed souls. True strength of character is in maintaining a steadiness through all kinds of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the steadiness comes not from inflexibility or an unyielding, non-resilient attitude but from a willingness to mold yourself according to the changing times. There is a time when you need to push ahead all guns firing and a time when you need to sit back and wait. A time to be bullish and another to be bearish. There is also a time when you can't do nothing but just go with the flow. A person who is intelligent enough to recognize the response a situation demands, the fortitude to act accordingly and the forbearance to wait for the time to change tide, is the one who is the winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that life moves ahead inexorably; it is upto us to keep building on what it offers us at every stage. Those of us who failed to do so, are less successful one, while others take control of life and are the true CEO's of their own lives. For each of us knows that life throws at us both good times as well as bad, abd each follows the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to keep the faith-- all you need to know is that each situation has its value and so long as you believe that, just look for it. Know that when you are at the bottom, Top awaits you. And when you are at the top, remember you will hit the bottom sometime. But that is no reason to go on a down slide yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7782790527393028918?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7782790527393028918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7782790527393028918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7782790527393028918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7782790527393028918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-faith.html' title='Keep the faith.....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zJHj3Haa_A/TcGIZx20mxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pnTFYeAZvvs/s72-c/keep_the_faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8611186545065980837</id><published>2011-04-27T21:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:45:42.887+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeatSOIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NGO'/><title type='text'>Other facets of life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsV02oOtWPQ/Tbg-QLSwxRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lh_uoFvhZTs/s1600/sf_p2paint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsV02oOtWPQ/Tbg-QLSwxRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lh_uoFvhZTs/s320/sf_p2paint.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, i.e. 27th-Apr-2011, we had NGO work to do. From the last few weeks, I visited Girl's Shelter home. In the initial visit my experience was shocking and surprising. What I saw that Girl's Shelter home is almost cut off and untouched by it's Main Office. And it is hardly receiving equal benefits from the main branch. Because at Boy's shelter home, they have provided all the facilities and getting right kind of exposure compared to girl's shelter home. I was simply disheartened to see such inequality towards female gender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many girl's who lost/left their home due to inevitable circumstances. What hurts me most, is seeing 5-10 yrs girl in that shelter home. I was just asking myself, how life has took a cruel turn in their life. I felt there is strong pain they have gone through in their life at so early age. On one hand, I was thanking GOD that I brought up in such a family where I am indebted to my parents love. On other hand, I was sad to see such cruelty of life which I have experienced first time in my life. Especially it really hurts me most when I see cruelty against girl's. Because this society is always biased towards man. In this macho kind of society, I was kept on thinking, what will be future of these girls. Who have yet to gone through the different ages of their life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes me most happy at that center is, when those sweet little innocent children call me as BROTHER with Innocent SMILE on their face. I was just moved to do my best to help them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their smile reminds me the smile of my loved one. Whenever I see such innocent smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I am feeling down &amp;amp; Blue&lt;br /&gt;And there is no one I can talk to...&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and look into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I see you there... Even though we are miles apart,&lt;br /&gt;You are an Angel... Thanks for being there for me..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget all those pains and start to think about WHAT I CAN DO? at this moment. My last 3 times visit was memorable one. I have decided to work next NGO working days at Girl's Shelter home. I will give my best and try my best by contributing my skills in whatever way I can help them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even in my Apartment where I am staying, I saw two girls of the same age around 11 yrs old in the park. One girl is poor [call her as "A"] and working as maid, another girl is daughter [who is wealthy call her as "B"] of owner under whom that poor girl is working. A girl is making sure that B girl enjoying in the park by playing with her, and doing all the stuffs which B girl says. When I look at A girl's eyes, I dunno what kind of feeling I felt. But I believed she accepted her life as it comes. At her age, where she needs to go for schooling, she is working as maid. At that age, where she need to play with their peers, she became toy of other people and doing what others are telling her to do. She faced only rejection and denial if she desired anything in her life. All she needs to do is work for your owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many thoughts came into my mind. I saw many of my friends [girls] who are wealthy and leading a comfy life. But they are not happy with what they got. They are always desiring for more. They NEVER got any DENIAL or REJECTION in their life, when they demand something from their parents. They are so lucky to have this kind of rich life, but they are just wasting it without realizing how lucky and grateful to the god they are..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8611186545065980837?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8611186545065980837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8611186545065980837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8611186545065980837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8611186545065980837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/04/other-facets-of-life.html' title='Other facets of life....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsV02oOtWPQ/Tbg-QLSwxRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lh_uoFvhZTs/s72-c/sf_p2paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7596241795072002550</id><published>2011-04-27T00:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:29:00.175+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Pondering over my Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywPITXBljcY/TbcJxuMwMCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gBY5Vp926nY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywPITXBljcY/TbcJxuMwMCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gBY5Vp926nY/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost 10 months over, many things learned and unlearned, many things changed and unchanged, many things have happened, Sometimes I was an observer of it OR sometimes I was actor in it. Life is still mysterious. I came all the way with an hope to find answers for my soul searching. On one hand, I found answers to few things, on other hand I found a new quests. Seems like its an unending war, where once you find answer to few things, life will gives raise to new territory to explore. Many up and downs made me to cry and made me to think deeply about life and people. Life is process where we are all actors in it. Everyone comes and play their own part and leave us. In this process, some one get hurts and some one get gains. Again the concept of Karma comes into the picture. The kind of actions and deeds we do in that process. We need to endure and go through the same pain or happiness either in this life or next life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried my best to hold onto and protect many things in life. But in the end, I saw it just happened. I became an actor and observer in it. Everything has broken and teared apart. Lost of the loved ones. No matter how much I tried to hold on. In the end, I found myself let it go. Seems like there is no silver-lining in the cloud. The one whom I love with all my heart, I found them drifting away from me without saying good bye... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Culture changes, People changes from one region to another region. As I learned few important learning's in my professional life. If I apply that concept into personal life. We tend to associate our self with kind of person who we are. It's all about BRAND OF LIFE we are creating and leaving behind. Each-night, I go into the walk and sit on a bench alonely. As cold wind breezes through my ear and tells me that Life is like a wind. You always move from one place to another. There is no end to it. What all you can do is, whenever you find across someone whom you truly love. Leave them a warm feeling of yours so that for those moments, they will be happy by your presence. Then wind leaves me alone, tears rolled up in my eyes and says with an undying hope... it's hard to follow winds path, but let me try and try because this is part of life.... And we Human stands for the symbol of HOPE.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7596241795072002550?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7596241795072002550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7596241795072002550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7596241795072002550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7596241795072002550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/04/pondering-over-my-life.html' title='Pondering over my Life....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywPITXBljcY/TbcJxuMwMCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gBY5Vp926nY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2634825435513135102</id><published>2011-03-31T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:05:49.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Empty Cloud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/303/emptyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/303/emptyy.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fortunately, I Came across this pic in Nithya shaanti's facebook profile. Here is his greatness which many of us unaware of. There are many such great leaders who do their work without taking credit and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTheaterCaption mbs" id="fbPhotoTheaterCaption" tabindex="0"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix fbPhotoInlineCaptionEditor editor"&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoCaption"&gt;Master  Xu Yun (or Hsu Yun - Empty Cloud)) was one of the greatest masters of  China. He would travel with a spade and stool. Every time he became  famous, he would change his name to remain anonymous. He lived to a  hundred and twenty years and rebuilt hundreds of temples all over the  country. He was also famous for his ability to enter samadhi for seven  days non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2634825435513135102?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2634825435513135102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2634825435513135102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2634825435513135102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2634825435513135102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/03/empty-cloud.html' title='Empty Cloud...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2414539724311109330</id><published>2011-03-06T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:34:12.703+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>The will to win...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pwpgr62p28w/TXO-WBSPd2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mwvnnk77zLM/s1600/3088956744_ee09afd5d1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="379" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pwpgr62p28w/TXO-WBSPd2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mwvnnk77zLM/s640/3088956744_ee09afd5d1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a thing bad enough &lt;br /&gt;To go out and fight for it, &lt;br /&gt;Work day and night for it, &lt;br /&gt;Give up your time and your peace and&lt;br /&gt;your sleep for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only desire of it &lt;br /&gt;Makes you quite mad enough &lt;br /&gt;Never to tire of it, &lt;br /&gt;Makes you hold all other things tawdry &lt;br /&gt;and cheap for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life seems all empty and useless without it &lt;br /&gt;And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gladly you'll sweat for it, &lt;br /&gt;Fret for it, Plan for it, &lt;br /&gt;Lose all your terror of God or man for it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll simply go after that thing that you want. &lt;br /&gt;With all your capacity, &lt;br /&gt;Strength and sagacity, &lt;br /&gt;Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt, &lt;br /&gt;Nor sickness nor pain &lt;br /&gt;Of body or brain &lt;br /&gt;Can turn you away from the thing that you want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, &lt;br /&gt;You'll get it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author : &lt;/strong&gt;Berton Braley&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/32599613-2414539724311109330?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2414539724311109330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2414539724311109330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2414539724311109330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2414539724311109330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/03/will-to-win.html' title='The will to win...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Pwpgr62p28w/TXO-WBSPd2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mwvnnk77zLM/s72-c/3088956744_ee09afd5d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4762219560228748580</id><published>2011-02-24T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:56:11.242+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeatSOIL'/><title type='text'>To be or Not to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/OY-QL_HJBCc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OY-QL_HJBCc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OY-QL_HJBCc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What Hamlet is musing on is the comparison between the pain of life, which he sees as inevitable (&lt;em&gt;the sea of troubles - the slings and arrows - the heart-ache - the thousand natural shocks) &lt;/em&gt;and the fear of the uncertainty of death and of possible damnation of suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hamlet's dilemma is that although he is  dissatisfied with life and lists its many torments, he is unsure what  death may bring (the &lt;em&gt;dread of something after death&lt;/em&gt;). He can't be sure what death has in store; it may be sleep but in &lt;em&gt;perchance to dream&lt;/em&gt; he is speculating that it is perhaps an experience worse than life. Death is called the &lt;em&gt;undiscover'd country&lt;/em&gt; from which&lt;em&gt; no traveller returns&lt;/em&gt;.  In saying that Hamlet is acknowledging that, not only does each living  person discover death for themselves, as no one can return from it to  describe it, but also that suicide os a one-way ticket. If you get the  judgment call wrong, there's no way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole speech is tinged with the Christian prohibition of suicide, although it isn't mentioned explicitly. The &lt;em&gt;dread of something after death&lt;/em&gt; would have been well understood by a Tudor audience to mean the fires of Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The speech is a subtle and profound examining of what is more crudely expressed in the phrase &lt;em&gt;out of the frying pan into the fire&lt;/em&gt;. - in essence 'life is bad, but death might be worse'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/385300.html"&gt;http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/385300.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body"&gt;I was having this thoughts over the last few weeks. @ SOIL, I am facing this issue whether To Be or NOT To Be.... Since it is bit more personal and contain harsh words. You can have more insight @ &lt;a href="http://lifeatsoil.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://lifeatsoil.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meanings-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4762219560228748580?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4762219560228748580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4762219560228748580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4762219560228748580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4762219560228748580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or Not to be...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-570959252744966463</id><published>2011-02-20T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:16:44.990+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love with no regrets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/GU-CJFyb_Ns/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GU-CJFyb_Ns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GU-CJFyb_Ns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love this song, and the lyrics... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding within my vision, always lingering beside, can guess love is not present&lt;br /&gt;After happily playing &amp;amp; laughing, and be able to totally retreat; as long as you are happy it’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of feeling is too loving &amp;amp; warm; to speak a thousand phrases would be insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;What if you were to hear it and after wards leave&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is too rare, doesn’t need to completely possess&lt;br /&gt;Giving approval, give (my) blessing wholeheartedly, then let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything, both will have greater freedom&lt;br /&gt;Let go; in fact it’s not because I do not love enough&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything without reserve, will still have a good friend&lt;br /&gt;It’s already, already enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance, in the background of “universal silence”, just observing is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of feeling is too loving &amp;amp; warm; to speak a thousand phrases would be insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there was an instant, on impulse where I wanted to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is too rare, doesn’t need to completely possess&lt;br /&gt;Even with heaviness of heart, (it’s best) to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything, both will have greater freedom&lt;br /&gt;Let go; in fact it’s not because I do not love enough&lt;br /&gt;Let go, let go of everything without reserve, will still have a good friend&lt;br /&gt;It’s already, already enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, my memories (of you) cannot find an ending&lt;br /&gt;Let go ! Wish you will have happiness &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, love is very deep, but I have already seen it through&lt;br /&gt;Can only possess when (you) let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---- Raymond Lam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-570959252744966463?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/570959252744966463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=570959252744966463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/570959252744966463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/570959252744966463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-with-no-regrets.html' title='Love with no regrets....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8709623839020122482</id><published>2011-02-19T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:46:14.914+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Many times in my Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yIWIPemqu4/TV9RlJ3ImTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zAJXu9dAY3o/s1600/life-changes.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yIWIPemqu4/TV9RlJ3ImTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zAJXu9dAY3o/s320/life-changes.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in my life I have disappointed you,&lt;br /&gt;and begun to stray.&lt;br /&gt;But you have pointed me in the right direction,&lt;br /&gt;and sent me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in my life I've needed a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;and someone to pull me up.&lt;br /&gt;It was you who gave that helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;and always cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I've been sad and down,&lt;br /&gt;and taken it out on you.&lt;br /&gt;But you stood by me and comforted me,&lt;br /&gt;In times that I was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I've needed support,&lt;br /&gt;and to know someone was there.&lt;br /&gt;It was you who held me up,&lt;br /&gt;and showed me how to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I've wanted to tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;But never got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;You have helped me out in life,&lt;br /&gt;and got me where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;You never gave up on me and you taught me how to care.&lt;br /&gt;From the deepest of my heart I want to say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And to thank you for being there for me in times of good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dedicated this beautiful poem to youuu. I am grateful for youuu being with me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8709623839020122482?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8709623839020122482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8709623839020122482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8709623839020122482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8709623839020122482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/02/many-times-in-my-life.html' title='Many times in my Life....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yIWIPemqu4/TV9RlJ3ImTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zAJXu9dAY3o/s72-c/life-changes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5648831129588159643</id><published>2011-02-17T02:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T03:24:10.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learnings'/><title type='text'>What have I learnt so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06oi-uD60Mc/TVw_fchdgSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QD_Eyfs1-8c/s1600/what-have-i-learnt.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06oi-uD60Mc/TVw_fchdgSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QD_Eyfs1-8c/s320/what-have-i-learnt.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lessons Learnt in painful way...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not here to prove anything to anyone. I am here to see my loved ones to be happy and smiling always. I always believe in work quietly and disappear because Nothing else matter in the END of this life. We are all going to be&amp;nbsp; 5 KG of Ashes. Hence Till my death, I pray to god. Let my life be helpful to my loved ones... even if it brings small difference in their life then I feel my life is worth lived and my death is worth to die for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came all the way from Suburban to Capital of India "&lt;b&gt;Delhi&lt;/b&gt;". Almost 7  months passed SOIL, In this process, my life took many ups and downs. Most  of them related to the relations with people. I am really grateful to  her because she indeed taught me many things which she do not aware of  that. I firmly believe that deep inside her heart there is so much  goodness in her. Which she is yet to realize, I believe one fine day she  will realize her true ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to all my friends, close ones, Loved ones, and City of Love "Delhi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are the following 10 lessons I learnt at SOIL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do Not Interfere In Others’ Business Unless Asked:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of us create our own problems by interfering too often in others’  affairs. We do so because somehow we have convinced ourselves that our  way is the best way, our logic is the perfect logic and those who do not  conform to our thinking must be criticized and steered to the right  direction, our direction. This thinking denies the existence of  individuality and consequently the existence of God.. God has created  each one of us in a unique way. No two human beings can think or act in  exactly the same way. All men or women act the way they do because God  within them prompts them that way. Mind your own business and you will  keep your peace. Remember even if you really want to help your loved ones. But if your loved ones feel that you are interfering in their business then you must learn to move on and pray to god that let them overcome their problem by god's grace. God will definitely help them if we pray from our heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. Forgive And Forget:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the most powerful aid to peace of mind. We often develop ill  feelings inside our heart for the person who insults us or harms us. We  nurture grievances. This in turn results in loss of sleep, development  of stomach ulcers, and high blood pressure. This insult or injury was  done once, but nourishing of grievance goes on forever by constantly  remembering it. Get over this bad habit. Life is too short to waste in  such trifles. Forgive,Forget, and march on. Love flourishes in giving  and forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3. Do Not Crave For Recognition:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This world is full of selfish people. They seldom praise anybody without  selfish motives. They may praise you today because you are in power,  but no sooner than you are powerless, they will forget your achievement  and will start finding faults in you. Why do you wish to kill yours if  in striving for their recognition? Their recognition is not worth the  aggravation. Do your duties ethically and sincerely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. Do Not Be Jealous:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have experienced how jealousy can disturb our peace of mind. You  know that you work harder than your colleagues in the office, but  sometimes they get promotions; you do not. You started a business  several years ago, but you are not as successful as your neighbor whose  business is only one year old. There are several examples like these in  everyday life. Should you be jealous? No. Remember everybody’s life is  shaped by his/her destiny, which has now become his/her reality. If you  are destined to be rich, nothing in the world can stop you. If you are  not so destined, no one can help you either. Nothing will be gained by  blaming others for your misfortune. Jealousy will not get you anywhere;  it will only take away your peace of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5. Change Yourself According To The Environment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you try to change the environment single-handedly, the chances are  you will fail. Instead, change yourself to suit your environment. As you  do this, even the environment, which has been unfriendly to you, will  mysteriously change and seem congenial and harmonious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6. Endure What Cannot Be Cured:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the best way to turn a disadvantage into an advantage. Every day  we face numerous inconveniences, ailments, irritations, and accidents  that are beyond our control. If we cannot control them or change them,  we must learn to put up with these things. We must learn to endure them  cheerfully. Believe in yourself and you will gain in terms of patience,  inner strength and will power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7. Do Not Bite Off More Than You Can Chew:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This maxim needs to be remembered constantly. We often tend to take more  responsibilities than we are capable of carrying out. This is done to  satisfy our ego. Know your limitations. . Why take on additional loads  that may create more worries? You cannot gain peace of mind by expanding  your external activities. Reduce your material engagements and spend  time in prayer, introspection and meditation. This will reduce those  thoughts in your mind that make you restless. Uncluttered mind will  produce greater peace of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8. Meditate Regularly:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meditation calms the mind and gets rid of disturbing thoughts. This is  the highest state of peace of mind. Try and experience it yourself. If  you meditate earnestly for half an hour everyday, your mind will tend to  become peaceful during the remaining twenty-three and half-hours. Your  mind will not be easily disturbed as it was before. You would benefit by  gradually increasing the period of daily meditation. You may think that  this will interfere with your daily work. On the contrary, this will  increase your efficiency and you will be able to produce better results  in less time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 9. Never Leave The Mind Vacant:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An empty mind is the devil’s workshop. All evil actions start in the  vacant mind. Keep your mind occupied in something positive, something  worthwhile. Actively follow a hobby. Do something that holds your  interest. You must decide what you value more: money or peace of mind.  Your hobby, like social work or religious work, may not always earn you  more money, but you will have a sense of fulfillment and achievement.  Even when you are resting physically, occupy yourself in healthy reading  or mental chanting of God’s name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 10. Do Not Procrastinate And Never Regret:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not waste time in protracted wondering ” Should I or shouldn’t I?”  Days, weeks, months, and years may be wasted in that futile mental  debating. You can never plan enough because you can never anticipate all  future happenings. Value your time and do the things that need to be  done. It does not matter if you fail the first time. You can learn from  your mistakes and succeed the next time. Sitting back and worrying will  lead to nothing. Learn from your mistakes, but do not brood over the  past. DO NOT REGRET. Whatever happened was destined to happen only that  way. Why cry over split milk?&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Special Thank youuu goes to youuu :) because you are my source of energy and motivation to do my best. Whatever I Learnt, I will become... Youuu are always there. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5648831129588159643?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5648831129588159643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5648831129588159643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5648831129588159643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5648831129588159643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-have-i-learnt-so-far.html' title='What have I learnt so far...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06oi-uD60Mc/TVw_fchdgSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QD_Eyfs1-8c/s72-c/what-have-i-learnt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-468404120839898132</id><published>2010-11-11T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:21:54.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anil Sachdev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOIL'/><title type='text'>power of silence.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/TNwZ6buIt6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MBmS5MMuoF4/s1600/Power-of-Scilence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/TNwZ6buIt6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MBmS5MMuoF4/s320/Power-of-Scilence.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;POWER OF SILENCE....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As saying goes, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Character of a true person lies in his silentness, calmness and composure"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. All time solution to the greatest problem&amp;nbsp; lies in silence within yourself. Things are very simple. We human being makes it so complex that in end we end up without solution. Uptill now, I learnt many things from my people. I am indeed grateful to all my friends for being part of my life's journey. Yesterday, downwith fever over the last few days, I was reluctantly checking mails. I came across one beautiful mail by our Anil Sachdev Sir whom I repspect a lot in my life. He spent a day teaching @ ISB. He got very nice feedback from the ISB students. We are very fortunate that Our dear sir shared those feedback. This indeed shows the transperancy level of our B-School &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;School Of Inspired Leadership [SOIL]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Gurgaon. We are really grateful for becoming part of SOIL. Specially to be remembered as the 2nd batch of SOIL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of ISB B-school Student, &lt;b&gt;Sanjeev Bhalla&lt;/b&gt;, who wrote feedback and shared his poem whose poem captivated&amp;nbsp; me so much that I want to jot it down on my blog so that I won't miss it when its needed. He shared 5 poems... I will share those poems one by one :) here it goes the 1st one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Silence of the Eternal Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the silence of this eternal night,&lt;br /&gt;My heart stirs, my lips arch a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;This silence has a timeless quality,&lt;br /&gt;As if it knows, what remains unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harp plays, the crickets sing,&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean roars, the lightening thunders,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am parched,&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze across the inky Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Moon! Where are thou..&lt;br /&gt;Lend my heart a sliver of your light.&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness is my companion,&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by the melody of my pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;... you have pierced my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You came as I lay asleep,&lt;br /&gt;You took away the solace of ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;You killed me, yet called that awakening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes look across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;In the wait for the beloved,&lt;br /&gt;A tear trickles away into oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of this eternal night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; --- &lt;b&gt;Sanjeev Bhalla&lt;/b&gt; [ISB Student, Batch 2011]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Power of Silence can only felt through silence no matter how much I write about it. This poems says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-468404120839898132?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/468404120839898132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=468404120839898132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/468404120839898132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/468404120839898132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-silence.html' title='power of silence.....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/TNwZ6buIt6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MBmS5MMuoF4/s72-c/Power-of-Scilence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2528157994059663200</id><published>2010-08-08T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:44:30.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAD'/><title type='text'>Miss you always.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8940e581d9036951" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8940e581d9036951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDB0650FF468A7BB249099CDB95C2CBE155CF66F.88C54462B5608B94ADD3ECB94DCD2AF04803C93%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8940e581d9036951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB3VBol7Xzw88UBkRlLxd2N2U8oM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8940e581d9036951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331388476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDB0650FF468A7BB249099CDB95C2CBE155CF66F.88C54462B5608B94ADD3ECB94DCD2AF04803C93%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8940e581d9036951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB3VBol7Xzw88UBkRlLxd2N2U8oM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidently, I came across this video, after seeing this video. I felt kind of Deja Vu feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to do this" , he told his weeping son. "Yes I do", the son declared. "Well then, we are going to finish this TOGETHER"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing that &lt;b&gt;TOGETHER &lt;/b&gt;word in my life. After you have gone, saw the harshness of this life. whatever I did, I am following my heart. I don't have any regrets for it. Finally, landed at SOIL with scholarship. I was so happy at that time to share these moments. I believe, you are watching me. Life with you was so much fun and memorable. But now racing alone without you by my side. Now living in your memories. Dad, dunno how am I gonna finish this race without you by my side. However memoir of yours time spent with us, your unconditional love for us and that innocent smile keeps me moving on &amp;amp; on. I am grateful to the God for this life. Miss you DAD. I dedicate this songs to you. I can feel your presence everywhere in everyone.We all miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Raise Me Up: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down, and oh my soul so weary...&lt;br /&gt;when  troubles come, and my heart burdened be.&lt;br /&gt;Then I am still, and wait here  in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up  so I can stand on mountains,&lt;br /&gt;you raise me up to walk on stormy seas...&lt;br /&gt;I  am strong when I am on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;you raise me up to more than I  can be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2528157994059663200?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2528157994059663200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2528157994059663200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2528157994059663200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2528157994059663200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/08/miss-you-always.html' title='Miss you always.........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7281684758364540647</id><published>2010-07-28T07:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:48:09.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today's feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best of times, the worst of times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your Joy is your sorrow unmasked,...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the more joy you can contain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Verily you are suspended like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;scales between your sorrow and your joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- Kahlil Gibran, The prophet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7281684758364540647?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7281684758364540647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7281684758364540647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7281684758364540647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7281684758364540647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-feeling.html' title='Today&apos;s feeling'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5510557242357151122</id><published>2010-07-13T01:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:53:23.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A song close to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/TDt5ABOOKrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SlVg-sZbTUE/s1600/where-is-the-reason-to-live.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/TDt5ABOOKrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SlVg-sZbTUE/s640/where-is-the-reason-to-live.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ------ By Hoobstank (The Reason)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5510557242357151122?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5510557242357151122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5510557242357151122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5510557242357151122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5510557242357151122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-close-to-me.html' title='A song close to me....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/TDt5ABOOKrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SlVg-sZbTUE/s72-c/where-is-the-reason-to-live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4334415381164438858</id><published>2010-07-09T01:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:38:46.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introspection.....</title><content type='html'>09/07/2010, on this day, I have been forced to go depth of myself.  Tomorrow, we have Academie flag-off. Objective of Academie's are &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;to initiate thought process various  Streams/domains/functional areas within “Management", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To  provide some insights into what are the Industry requirements in different types of industries.&lt;/span&gt;And&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; To provide  the initial exposure of Marketing, IT, Consulting &amp;amp; HR Academies. I really like this  concept. Only problem I am facing is that, I need to work on my long  term goal. Tomorrow gonna be the very important day. Eager to see what  really lies in that so called BIG BIG designation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What I  learnt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Be the Observer of  moments/thoughts. Never ever react on impulse" - outfromdeep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4334415381164438858?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4334415381164438858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4334415381164438858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4334415381164438858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4334415381164438858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/07/introspection.html' title='Introspection.....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-367658948787844881</id><published>2010-07-08T02:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T02:53:52.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back to blogging......</title><content type='html'>ooooooosh, yeppieee, almost 15 days. I am struggling to cope up with situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got dinged from Reliance Stanford Fellowship, however it's a nice experience to write essay in those short words. There are many profiles which really rocks and worthy to appreciable ones who deserved the scholarship. Congrats to all those people who made it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I am happy for the decisions and choices I made. I am going through changes in SOIL. Today is a very very special day for me because today we have SIP (Social Innovation Program) program. I felt this is what many B-schools are missing in their curriculum. &lt;b&gt;Mr. Jeroninio Almeida&lt;/b&gt; guided us through ICONGO. His presentaion was amazing. feeling great to meet such people in SOIL. Last but not the least, in the End he showed us a captivating video, it reminded me the kind of experience I have saw through. It's reality of life of people who are working at grass root level. By just shedding tears after seeing such videos does't change anything ( I appreciate the concern we show but that doesn't make any changes). As Jerry rightly said, &lt;i&gt;we need to involve ourselves and work for the change.&lt;/i&gt; I will share the video if I will get hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few things what I saw in GGN is that many fellas use: FUCK you man, fuck this, fuck that.... hehe it's funny to see people use words for in their &lt;i&gt;every sentence&lt;/i&gt;. Though I shouldn't comment on this issue because it's left to the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why people become not reachable after getting placed. OR may be they perceived me as arrogant or egoistic fella. But believe me I am not. I am struggling to get myself out of my comfort zone. I am bit introvert. I am going through changes. It takes time. Till then I might lose few ones whom I don't wanna loose., they helped me alot.I am ever grateful to them but this world hardly ever understands the expressions without words specially GGN :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the End I would love to end, by saying........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To make a change, Be the Change what you want to be" -  outfromdeep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-367658948787844881?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/367658948787844881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=367658948787844881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/367658948787844881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/367658948787844881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-blogging.html' title='back to blogging......'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8510276610086643027</id><published>2010-06-19T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:59:17.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>few days more to wait.......... :(</title><content type='html'>My laptop got crashed &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;No internet connection. seems like few more days I have to wait. Till then No blogging, no wasteboook, and no more posts on PG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8510276610086643027?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8510276610086643027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8510276610086643027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8510276610086643027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8510276610086643027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-days-more-to-wait.html' title='few days more to wait.......... :('/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4893447310085861436</id><published>2010-05-23T00:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:31:01.959+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Reliance Stanford scholarship - essay</title><content type='html'>Huh like as always, this time too, competition is stiff. Only 50 students will be shortlisted who would then apply to Stanford.There is no change in Reliance Stanford scholarship - essay compared to last years essay question. The Question is&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you aspire to shape India's future? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that it's same as last years one but the thing where it sucks is its &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;250 word limit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. God knows what to write in such short words. Personally, I felt short of expressing my thoughts clearly in those 250 words. However I tried my best to put to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few tips which I gathered from few blogs. Would like to jot it down here so that it can help aspirants like me who are in dire need such scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaping&lt;/span&gt; India's Future"; &lt;/span&gt;not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://trystwithmba.wordpress.com/2008/06/17/reliance-stanford-scholarship-essay/"&gt;trystwithmba&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. This essay is all about expressing your experience and how it shaped/shaping Indian Society( even if its tiny change, it doesn't matter)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As &lt;a href="http://leoneidas.blogspot.com/2008/06/reliance-stanford-scholarship-essay.html"&gt;leoneidas&lt;/a&gt; said rightly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt; Scholarship is for "&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;developing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eaders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in India who are   committed to the country’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;socio-economic&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"   Hence it is imminent that the essay should discuss  human and socio-  economic  issues in India and how they form part of your  plan  of  shaping India's future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Application form asks about your professional aspirations and also  states that "&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Question"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;n the essay section, you  will have an opportunity to elaborate upon your professional aspirations&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hence it would be advisable to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link your professional aspirations&lt;/span&gt; to the theme of the  essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Question"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Last but not least, DO KEEP IN MIND that, You have to complete the essay &lt;b&gt;WITHIN 250 WORD&lt;/b&gt; LIMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4893447310085861436?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4893447310085861436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4893447310085861436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4893447310085861436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4893447310085861436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/05/reliance-stanford-scholarship-essay.html' title='Reliance Stanford scholarship - essay'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8842913215124715790</id><published>2010-05-23T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:04:58.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At-last done with Stanford GSB Fellowship</title><content type='html'>After suffering from mumps which took me 15 days to recover. At-last now submitted the Stanford GSB The Reliance Dhirubhai  Fellowship. Now All I have to do is to follow up this Scholarship. In the mean time 5 days to go for BTG scholarship Announcement. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timing :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table class="aDataTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;1 June 2010&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.applyyourself.com/?id=SU-REL" target="_blank"&gt;Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship application&lt;/a&gt; submission  deadline&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;1 July 2010&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship finalists notified&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;1 July 2010 to&lt;br /&gt;6 October 2010&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship finalists prepare for and take GMAT  exam (and, if applicable, TOEFL/IELTS)&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;1 July 2010 to&lt;br /&gt;6 October 2010&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship finalists prepare and submit  Stanford MBA application&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;December 2010&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stanford MBA Program notifies Reliance Dhirubhai Fellows&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;September 2011&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stanford MBA students matriculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8842913215124715790?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8842913215124715790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8842913215124715790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8842913215124715790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8842913215124715790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-last-done-with-stanford-gsb.html' title='At-last done with Stanford GSB Fellowship'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7574806946481469667</id><published>2010-05-19T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:46:38.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivate'/><title type='text'>The "alien" in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Credit goes to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000211246252"&gt;Suraj  Viswanath&lt;/a&gt;, and his friend :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The "alien" in me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S_QDPqMF3NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ju935iI7X8w/s1600/lonely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S_QDPqMF3NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ju935iI7X8w/s320/lonely.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Ships are safe when  docked. But that's not what ships are built for! This is the story  (rather broken memories) of a friend, who dared to dream and whose  visions determined the course as I sailed out of my cocoon into the  unchartered waters around. His colorful ideas emblazoned my hitherto  dark and dull skies! His ship is not around today, “returning to my  elements” as he would often refer to, but his memories live in me  forever. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I knew him from the  time he started looking out into the dark starry skies from our  pigeonhole and kept wondering why those brilliant stars couldn't just  wipe out the darkness in between! The craziest form of wonder ever posed  to my analytical brain! I started listening to him when he explained  why the beautiful things in the world just can't keep you happy at all  times! We shared a common room in our eventful years of engineering but  it was not artificial intelligence but natural imagination that we were  up to in our night out talks. He was not keen on studies, he was never a  member of our study group and no one really noticed this lonely soul  until he ran into me with his crazy (I won't say that now though!)  visions! And luckily for my friend I was a good listener and sharp  arguer. There was a strange tinge of beauty and mystery in his eyes as  he reflected on his experiments with space, time and the life that  existed in their coordinates. To him darkness and disorder were the  default entities in space, birth the default in time, and sorrow the  default emotion in life! I would argue citing the beautiful sunrises,  perfect pictures and happy minds around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Then he would ask  me, “Dear friend are you happy today?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My frank answer  would be “No! Something or the other definitely went wrong, just the  depth of wound varies day to day!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To which he would  say, “Huh buddy you just can't swallow the beauty around, you just can't  truly replace sorrow, you just can't align the stars… because disorder  is meant to be there for evolution! Like the darkness carved out hard on  the skies, sorrow is imprinted in you from birth; from mom you imbibe  more than anything, pain!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Happiness, and  order are illusions the human race invented out of evolution chains and  the day the cover is blown no magnificent sunrise will protect you but  your elements will: your elements which originated amidst those chaotic  times… times when no order, no light not even 'time' existed!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“So buddy be among  the stars and nothing can touch you from this world! At the end of every  dazzling night all candles are but flames.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I am dumb. I  couldn't just take those heavy doze of philosophy wrapped in his crazy  words. But frankly I started liking the way he viewed the world around  and I believed he never 'belonged' here and gave him the nickname  'alien'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The mysterious  connection between darkness and sadness was revealed before me as my  friendly philosophical mind carried me to the boundaries of imagination.  Both are deep and vast, I couldn't help correlating! But I never gave  way. I am not crazy! I held firm to my line of thoughts… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;With the wisdom of a  scholar, I would say, “These days, engineering days… are meant to be  so! Later on, we will find our own careers and have a family. Everything  will be in order and happiness will fall out from the dark skies… the  sun will rise again!” For a moment I thought I had convinced him about  my own theory of happiness ahead but then he would smile back at me as  if there was no tomorrow! Well, for him the only truth was birth. He was  never afraid of death as “death is nothing but our final birth”, in his  crazy, crazy world! “You came to this world in pain and in a birth and  when you leave for the 'balanced' world you have to leave in pain and  through a birth.” His law of conservation was way out of reach for my  encephalon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My head used to  explode as I revolved, like the earth, around his mysterious world,  keeping the pace and distance so as to avoid being sucked into the sunny  flames of his ideas! But then, these thoughtful nights' lasting  hangover equipped me with an expanding mind ready to face the next  dawn's surprises. For me the intoxication in his visions was just the  beverage for my mind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Years passed by, the  sparkling rainbow in the vanilla sky threw back its colors on my life. I  got the job I thought I wanted, the girl I truly loved and had the  “order in life” I always predicted. Seasons rolled by, drenched in  summer showers and in autumn I gazed with dismay at the leaves, fallen  from life, indistinguishable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I didn't see 'alien'  again… rather never did I dare to find him, but his ideas remained with  me. Every sunrise gave me a new birth; happiness never ever was  retained in the delicate sieve of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And today, as time  waits to place the final spring of life in the form of lifeless roses on  my chest, I suddenly find my friend 'alien'. He wasn't crazy but 'he'  was 'I' fast-forwarded into the future! The fresh air, fragrance of red  wine and promising roses still clung to my frozen black suit in tact,  but I will be carrying back just the pain for my 'last birth'. Church  bells ringing around my deaf ears had the whisper of my love's words as I  succumbed to time. Oh my dear friend can you be more right? This coffin  is as good as a cradle… birth indeed is the default in time! And as I  look out to the fading stars from my glassy cage I ask 'alien', “Dear  friend, tell me why this engulfing darkness in spite of the brilliant  stars out there?” I almost kissed the stars when I saw him smiling as he  whispered, “Soul mate, be among the stars and nothing can touch you  from this world!” The final realization of life came inches before my  black hole but still it made the transition smooth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Reason A Season and A Lifetime"© by Brain A.  "Drew" Chalker.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;People always come into you life for a reason, a season and a  lifetime.&amp;nbsp; When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to  meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.&amp;nbsp; They have come to  assist you through a difficulty, or to provide you with guidance and  support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually.&amp;nbsp; They  may seem like a Godsend to you, and they are.&amp;nbsp; They are there for a  reason, you need them to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an  inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the  relationship to an end.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they die, Sometimes they just walk  away.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.&amp;nbsp; What  we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled;  their work is done.&amp;nbsp; The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is  now time to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because  your turn has come to share, grow or learn.&amp;nbsp; They may bring you an  experience of peace or make you laugh.&amp;nbsp; They may teach you something you  have never done.&amp;nbsp; They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&amp;nbsp;  Believe it!&amp;nbsp; It is real!&amp;nbsp; But, only for a season.&amp;nbsp; And like Spring  turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Lifetime, relationships teach you a lifetime of lessons; those  things you must build upon in order to have a slid emotional  foundation.&amp;nbsp; Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people  (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other  relationships and areas in your life.&amp;nbsp; It is said that love is blind but  friendship is clairvoyant.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for being part of my life...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7574806946481469667?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7574806946481469667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7574806946481469667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7574806946481469667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7574806946481469667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/05/alien-in-me.html' title='The &quot;alien&quot; in me'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S_QDPqMF3NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ju935iI7X8w/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-754314570612673727</id><published>2010-05-08T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:45:09.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clear Admit Winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never give up'/><title type='text'>DreamChaser's</title><content type='html'>Taken from &lt;a href="http://dreamchasermbajourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;DreamChaser's NerverGIveup TIPS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post also &lt;b&gt;won &lt;/b&gt;the best post from clear admit.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWNAKLBdLn0/S5iHjBykY4I/AAAAAAAACww/OFuQX5-dh6c/s1600-h/failure+success+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447252785150321538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWNAKLBdLn0/S5iHjBykY4I/AAAAAAAACww/OFuQX5-dh6c/s200/failure+success+2.jpg" style="float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As R2  results slowly rolled out for various schools, the blogsphere/online  forums became active again.  For some, it was a triumphant finish.  For  others, it was the land of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to  those who unfortunately did not make it this application season,  especially those who I've personally interacted with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was  heart-breaking even for a bystander to see these individuals pouring  their heart and soul into bschool applications, as well as two years of  precious time, and ended up with nothing but disappointing emails from  their dream schools.  As a fellow applicant, it was also my worst  nightmare that I had once imaging myself going through.  It's definitely  a low point in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, among the large pool of  applicants this year, there were those resilient re-applicants, who got  up where they fell and charged forward with such determination that one  can only admire.  Many of those re-applicants succeeded in their 2nd or  3rd try because their applications got better, or simply, because they  persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that the key to success is  about having the right attitude, which includes an unshakable confidence  and a real humble heart.  I fully understand that rejections from our  dream schools can be so crushing, that we feel desperate, insignificant  and incompetent.  But the truth is, there is so much to you than four  essays and a simple five page application!  So friends, please don't let  bschool application define or defeat you.  The future is still bright,  as long as you are up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a lot more to  say but don't know exactly how to say it.  So I am just here, to show my  support, as a fellow applicant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope five years down the road,  you can look back at this episode of your life with a big smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-754314570612673727?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/754314570612673727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=754314570612673727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/754314570612673727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/754314570612673727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreamchasers.html' title='DreamChaser&apos;s'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWNAKLBdLn0/S5iHjBykY4I/AAAAAAAACww/OFuQX5-dh6c/s72-c/failure+success+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2546300460846005188</id><published>2010-05-02T17:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:51:08.599+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership in ancient times'/><title type='text'>The Great Learning....</title><content type='html'>I was going through The Great Learning by Confucius. This one is really  captivating. hats off to Confucius. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leadership @ ancient times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have their root and their branches. Affairs have their end and  their beginning. To know what is first and what is last will lead near  to what is taught in the Great Learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancients, who wished to illustrate illustrious virtue throughout the  kingdom, first ordered well their own &lt;b&gt;states&lt;/b&gt;. Wishing to order well  their states, they first regulated their &lt;b&gt;families&lt;/b&gt;. Wishing to regulate  their families, they first cultivated their &lt;b&gt;persons&lt;/b&gt;. Wishing to  cultivate their persons, they first rectified their &lt;b&gt;hearts&lt;/b&gt;. Wishing to  rectify their hearts, they first sought to be sincere in their &lt;b&gt;thoughts&lt;/b&gt;.  Wishing to be sincere in their thoughts, they first extended to the  utmost their &lt;b&gt;knowledge&lt;/b&gt;. Such extension of knowledge lay in the &lt;b&gt; investigation &lt;/b&gt;of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things being investigated, knowledge became complete&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Their knowledge  being complete, their thoughts were sincere. Their thoughts being  sincere, their hearts were then rectified. Their hearts being rectified,  their persons were cultivated. Their persons being cultivated, their  families were regulated. Their families being regulated, their states  were rightly governed. Their states being rightly governed, the whole  kingdom was made tranquil and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; this world adopts Confucius principles then there will be no more boundaries, no more racism, no more jealousy, no more terrorists, no more poverty, no more hungriness and no nuke war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2546300460846005188?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2546300460846005188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2546300460846005188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2546300460846005188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2546300460846005188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-learning.html' title='The Great Learning....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-6057025648046288342</id><published>2010-05-02T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:36:09.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One more to go...</title><content type='html'>Quick note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After submitting SOIL's scholarship and BTG scholarship. I left out with &lt;b&gt;The Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship Stanford. &lt;/b&gt;Currently, I am working on their Essay.Hope to get it done as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-6057025648046288342?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6057025648046288342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=6057025648046288342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6057025648046288342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6057025648046288342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-more-to-go.html' title='One more to go...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3489841834857331943</id><published>2010-04-25T23:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:33:59.126+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholarship'/><title type='text'>life takes course of it's own...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship Stanford Vs SOIL Vs BTG Scholaship&lt;/h3&gt;Are you&amp;nbsp; bugged by the B-school admission fees?, do you feel you can't afford that much? Is this iffy feeling, making you to give up your dream school?. Are you giving up your dream chase?. Don't do that. Believe in yourself. More above listen to your heart. Heart never lie. It always shows true path. So cling to your dream because Life is full of surprises and gifts to be embraced. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Looking @ my life so far. I can't even think of paying normal B-schools admission fees. However I strongly believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;““When you want something, all  the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.””&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -- Paulo Coelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&amp;nbsp; Accidentally, I came across School of Inspired Leadership. Founded by and backing with such leading Industry leaders. It aims to&amp;nbsp; build competent, compassionate and inspiring leaders. After going through their &lt;a href="http://www.soilindia.net/"&gt;SOIL &lt;/a&gt;website and interacting with current students and faculties. I am so much happy to see a B-school which weighs more on leadership than management. As far as I know, especially in India, our B-school stresses more on management than bringing out the innate skills of a leader. What I like about SOIL is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Individual Learning Plan ( &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ILP ) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/b&gt;Social Innovation Project&lt;b&gt; (SIP).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Close ties between students and faculty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Unique Caliper and TAP admission Process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still SOIL has a long way to go. However I feel. It's gonna be best B-school in coming days provided. If it keep up the continuous improvement as its doing now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After going through their admission process. Here in the end. I am selected into &lt;a href="http://www.soilindia.net/"&gt;SOIL &lt;/a&gt;Business Leadership Program 2010-2011 batch. Though I can't afford whole admission fee and many private and nationalized banks are not entertaining&amp;nbsp; for education loan ( I can understand their fear because firstly it's new B-school, secondly its not recognized by AICTE. However As far as I know, none one year Executive PGP program recognized by AICTE).&amp;nbsp; As we all know, it's hard to convince Indian Government Servants as their mindset set only on AICTE. They don't even bother about the school's vision and placement stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their rejection for education loan, now I am struggling to fund my admission fee. When we have storm clouds of trouble and doubt in our lives, our faith  in God and faith in ourselves will help us find our way.&amp;nbsp; After discussing this Issue with Current Students. I found a ray of hope. &lt;b&gt;I came to know that SOIL provides Need Based Scholarship to Financially weak background students who can't afford their admission fees.&lt;/b&gt; So now, I have applied for the scholarship as I belong to Need Based Student group. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eager to see how future will unfold now onwards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the mean time, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I am on the verge of completing&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; my beatthegmat &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;scholarship essays. And I will submit before this month end. And Luckily, I found the &lt;a href="http://www.gsb.stanford.edu/mba/financial_aid/fellow_scholarships.html#"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship for Stanford MBA program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Which covers all your admission and living fees. After seeing this my soul say hooray :). I am applying for this scholarship now. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTG scholarship -- SOIL scholarship -- The Reliance Dhirubhai Fellowship.. Wow Thank you god. That's all I can say now. &lt;i&gt;keeping my fingers crossed. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you guys, for providing such scholarships. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3489841834857331943?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3489841834857331943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3489841834857331943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3489841834857331943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3489841834857331943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-takes-course-of-its-own.html' title='life takes course of it&apos;s own...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-6759388311759257712</id><published>2010-04-05T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:24:32.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If many of you, who still unaware of BeattheGMAT scholarship. Don't let  money hinder your dream chase. There are always opportunities. We should  grab those opportunity at the right time. Right Now BeattheGMAT  scholarship knocking your door. Open your door before it goes away  :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out the following link.&amp;nbsp; to know more about BeattheGMAT  scholarship eligibility and process criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beatthegmat.com/mba/scholarship" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="37" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S7oju42fR6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/jJTZAvKouPw/s400/2010schol-banner-apply.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-6759388311759257712?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6759388311759257712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=6759388311759257712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6759388311759257712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6759388311759257712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-many-of-you-who-still-unaware-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S7oju42fR6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/jJTZAvKouPw/s72-c/2010schol-banner-apply.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8058661709813587912</id><published>2010-01-14T08:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:35:11.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrepreneur'/><title type='text'>Take Charge of UR destinee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azim Premji, founder, Wipro , at IIT Delhi's convocation ceremony.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he funny thing about life is that you realise the value of something only when it begins to leave you. As my hair turned from black, to salt and pepper and finally salt without the pepper, I have begun to realise the enthusiasm and excitement of youth. At the same time, I have begun to truly appreciate some of the lessons I have learnt along the way. As you embark on your careers, I would like to share them with you. I am hoping that you will find them as useful as I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world you are entering is in many ways very different now from what it was when I began my career. It was the late sixties and India still depended on other countries for something as basic as food. We aroused sympathy, not admiration whenever we went overseas. Recently, someone told me, that when visitors came to India then, they came to see what they could do for India. Now, they come to see what India can do for them. As a hopeful Indian, I look at our country as one which is rich in ethnic and cultural diversity and one that has an effective, secular democracy which will help us build an enduring society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 1: Take charge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first thought that came to me, when over four decades ago, I stepped into Wipro factory at Amalner. I was 21 and had spent the last few years in Stanford University Engineering School at California. Many people advised me to take up a nice, cushy job rather than face the challenges of running a hydrogenated oil business. Looking back, I am glad I decided to take charge instead. Essentially, leadership begins from within. It is a small voice that tells you where to go when you feel lost. If you believe in that voice, you believe in yourself. When it comes to choosing your careers, you have to take charge of your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 2: Earn your happiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lesson I have learnt is that a rupee earned is of far more value than five found. In fact, what is gifted or inherited follows the old rule of come easy, go easy. I guess we only know the value of what we have if we have struggled to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 3: Nothing succeeds like failure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third lesson I have learnt is no one bats a hundred every time. Life has many challenges. You win some and lose some. You must enjoy winning. But do not let it go to the head. The moment it does, you are already on your way to failure. And if you do encounter failure along the way, treat it as an equally natural phenomenon. The important thing is, when you lose, do not lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 4: Nothing fails like success&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth lesson I have learnt is the importance of humility. There is a thin line of difference between confidence and arrogance. Confident people are always open to learn. A recent survey of executives in Europe showed that the single most important quality needed for leadership success was the willingness to learn from any situation. Arrogance on the other hand stops learning. It comes with a feeling that one knows all that needs to be known and has done all that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 5: There has to be a better way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly as a corollary to what I have just said, we must remember that no matter how well we do something there has to be a better way! Excellence is not a destination but a journey. Creativity and innovation sometimes need inspiration from other disciplines. It is probably not a chance that Einstein's interest in music was as much as his interest in Physics. Bertrand Russell was as much a mathematician as a philosopher. Excellence and creativity go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 6: Respond, not react&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a world of difference between the two and in terms of success and failure. The difference is that the mind comes in between responding and reacting. When we respond, we evaluate with a calm mind and do whatever is most appropriate. We are in control of our actions. When we react, we are still doing what the other person wants us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 7: Remain physically active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It is easy to take health for granted when you are young. I have found that exercise not only improves the quality of time but also reduces the time you need for sleep. The truth is that stress will only increase in a global world. You must have your own mechanism to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 8: Never compromise on your core values&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhiji often said that you must open the windows of your mind, but you must not be swept off your feet by the breeze. One must define what you stand for. This is not difficult. But values lie, not in the words used to describe them, as much as in the simple acts. And that is the hard part. Like someone said, "I could not hear what you said because what you did was coming out far too loud".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 9: Play to win&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing to win brings out the best in us and in our teams. It brings out the desire to stretch, to achieve that which seems beyond our grasp. However, it is not about winning at any cost. It is not about winning every time. It is not about winning at the expense of others. It is about innovating all the time. It is a continuous endeavour to do better than last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson 10: Give back to society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have a collective social responsibility towards doing our bit to address them. Of all the challenges, the key to me is education. We have a paradoxical situation, where on the one hand we have jobs chasing scarce talent and on the other, rampant unemployment and poverty. The only way to bridge these two ends of the pole is by providing quality education that is accessible by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8058661709813587912?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8058661709813587912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8058661709813587912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8058661709813587912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8058661709813587912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-charge-of-ur-destinee.html' title='Take Charge of UR destinee'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2460520152098858626</id><published>2009-10-20T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:59:42.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dorrrrrrr.....</title><content type='html'>a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzil Muskil to kya,&lt;br /&gt;Bundla Sahil to kya,&lt;br /&gt;Tanha Ye Dil to Kya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raah Pe Kante Bikhre agar,&lt;br /&gt;Uspe to phir bhi chalna hi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Saam Chhupale Suraj magar,&lt;br /&gt;Raat ko ek din Dhalana hi hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rut ye tal jayegi,&lt;br /&gt;Himmat rang layegi,&lt;br /&gt;Subha phir aayegi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogi hame to rehmat ada,&lt;br /&gt;Dhup kategi saaye tale,&lt;br /&gt;Apni khuda se hai ye Dua,&lt;br /&gt;Manzil lagale humko gale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zurrat so baar rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Uncha Ikraar rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Zinda har pyar rahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;             --- Taken from Movie called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0824316/"&gt;Dor &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2460520152098858626?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2460520152098858626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2460520152098858626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2460520152098858626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2460520152098858626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/10/dorrrrrrr.html' title='dorrrrrrr.....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5345916993729858941</id><published>2009-09-13T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:55:53.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>letgo and hold onto...</title><content type='html'>Past, Present, and Future. It's forgetting what we've done. Doing what we can and are supposed to do now, and accepting each other as we are and as we will be in the future. It's both a letting go and taking hold of each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5345916993729858941?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5345916993729858941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5345916993729858941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5345916993729858941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5345916993729858941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/09/letgo-and-hold-onto.html' title='letgo and hold onto...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5482006124362811748</id><published>2009-09-13T21:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:57:18.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>listen to my voice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sq0dGwD-T8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gaDcpT6uBMI/s1600-h/Naruto_Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sq0dGwD-T8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gaDcpT6uBMI/s400/Naruto_Alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380989131595599810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look, listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;If you're making the choice&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the girls and the boys&lt;br /&gt;Either scream or rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Let's make that noise&lt;br /&gt;Either move or we will all be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move and show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;When you step into the circle and shake like we do&lt;br /&gt;Move when you just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;And move if you just feel like breaking it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,&lt;br /&gt;It was never my choice to feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;This is my home&lt;br /&gt;Back up , you don't know if you've never been here,&lt;br /&gt;You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears&lt;br /&gt;It takes everything I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;And I know there must be more like me&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this all before, I can't carry this anymore, break free&lt;br /&gt;Breath, and leave until the storm is over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause underneath, there's a diamond passing over&lt;br /&gt;So breath, let's leave until the storm is over,&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                -- Move [Thousand Foot Krutch]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5482006124362811748?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5482006124362811748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5482006124362811748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5482006124362811748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5482006124362811748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/09/listen-to-my-voice.html' title='listen to my voice....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sq0dGwD-T8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gaDcpT6uBMI/s72-c/Naruto_Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5857003728737115841</id><published>2009-08-14T23:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:05:59.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>this one reminds me Lao-Tzu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SoWtemv6btI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LzOlmyObEFw/s1600-h/chi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SoWtemv6btI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LzOlmyObEFw/s400/chi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369888872018374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally, I came across a this &lt;a href="http://lifeisnotactuallywhatitseems.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;where I found this awesome poem. Let me jot it down in my blog, so it won't fade away from my memory. I would like to title it as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidden Will to Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known,&lt;br /&gt;The value a smile owes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no feeling of thirst,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have perceived,&lt;br /&gt;What worth,&lt;br /&gt;A single drop of water carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one was not being hated,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;The goodness of virtuous love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was no pain and agony,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have realized,&lt;br /&gt;That a tender touch and a kind word&lt;br /&gt;Were valuable incredibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often depressed we are,&lt;br /&gt;Due to the challenges,&lt;br /&gt;This life offers,&lt;br /&gt;But have we ever thought,&lt;br /&gt;If there were no worries,&lt;br /&gt;How would each one of us,&lt;br /&gt;Realize the value of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no evils in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have awarded,&lt;br /&gt;The deeds of goodness,&lt;br /&gt;And the deeds of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil and the good go hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;These are indeed like the soil and the sand,&lt;br /&gt;Mingled with each other,&lt;br /&gt;Though never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on our life’s perspective,&lt;br /&gt;We choose to grieve in the night of miseries,&lt;br /&gt;Or peacefully wait for the morning of paradise,&lt;br /&gt;Now thankfully we wave a goodbye to the night,&lt;br /&gt;For making us actualize&lt;br /&gt;The glory of the sunrise….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5857003728737115841?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6653611481646415360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6653611481646415360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2870579454808781413</id><published>2009-07-22T23:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:36:23.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>journey called "motivation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SmdVFXX4stI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hWQLQrxBYqY/s1600-h/06budget11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SmdVFXX4stI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hWQLQrxBYqY/s400/06budget11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361347432069771986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we wonder, what is the purpose of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? What should our life achieve?&lt;br /&gt;Why few people are referred as ‘Great’?&lt;br /&gt;Who told them their purpose of Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we try to search the purpose of our existence.&lt;br /&gt;And in some time, we give up. We tell ourselves, “I’m here just to Live!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No human is ever born with an objective.&lt;br /&gt;One needs to define the purpose of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2870579454808781413?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2870579454808781413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2870579454808781413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2870579454808781413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2870579454808781413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/07/journey-called-motivation.html' title='journey called &quot;motivation&quot;'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SmdVFXX4stI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hWQLQrxBYqY/s72-c/06budget11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-1937239713575473468</id><published>2009-07-15T23:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:10:58.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>gather up all your dreams...</title><content type='html'>Gathering up all of our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Going to search for our desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compasses only cause delays.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with excitement, I take the helm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can prove the dusty old treasure map,&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s not a legend anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s alright if our personal problems&lt;br /&gt;Get on someone else’s nerves&lt;br /&gt;Because we think about them too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering up all of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And going to search for our desires&lt;br /&gt;A coin in the pocket, and&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are on the cruise! We are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full speed through the stingy night!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not interested in treasure anyway&lt;br /&gt;A romance in the pocket, and&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are on the cruise! We are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering up all of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And going to search for our desires&lt;br /&gt;A coin in the pocket, and&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are on the cruise! We are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-1937239713575473468?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/1937239713575473468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=1937239713575473468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/1937239713575473468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/1937239713575473468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/07/gather-up-all-your-dreams.html' title='gather up all your dreams...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3221054787653459846</id><published>2009-07-13T23:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:46:40.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dil se....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Slt50mcDBFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jSVca7ZVs5U/s1600-h/alone460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Open the Window,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;And even those distance clouds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Will someday be reachable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Someday…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;No matter how hard you hold,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;You’ll fall if you are alone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;You told me to trust me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Let’s smile a little more...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m covered in feelings I can’t express.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;What would happen...?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;If I just ran away….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;I may be blown around by unexpected winds,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;But by tomorrow,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;I will be flying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Even, if I don’t have a map.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;No matter how hard you hold,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;You’ll fall if you are alone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;You told me to trust me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Let’s smile a little more...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;That place we’ve never seen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;That place where we’re headed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;We will take our unchanging feelings,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;And set out running for what’s beyond it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;No matter how fast you run,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;Everything won’t always go right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;We will take our unpolished feelings,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;And set out running for what’s beyond it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3221054787653459846?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3221054787653459846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3221054787653459846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3221054787653459846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3221054787653459846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/07/dil-se.html' title='dil se....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Slt50mcDBFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jSVca7ZVs5U/s72-c/alone460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-267555155275825883</id><published>2009-06-29T22:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:18:35.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone too soon... tribute to MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SkjtSSD6XxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qvZLVfUBunA/s1600-h/253michaeljacksonkingofpop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SkjtSSD6XxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qvZLVfUBunA/s400/253michaeljacksonkingofpop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352789055471509266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gone too soon... tribute to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f12"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; the media calls me weird, what word would the media have for so many things going on around us,' Michael Jackson asked his friend, the holistic guru and best-selling author &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Deepak Chopra&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'People think my behavior is weird. Isn't the world more weird?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopra remembers how, many years ago, after an exhausting performance in Bucharest, Jackson sat backstage with Chopra chatting about Sufi poetry. Tagore soon joined the list of writers Jackson admired. "He was reading a poem by Tagore when we talked the last time, just about two weeks ago," Chopra said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently when Jackson and Chopra chatted at the former's request to discuss the lyrics for a new composition, the singer and performer talked about creating a spiritual relationship with the nature. "It was like, we ought to look at the world as the extension of ourselves," Chopra mused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chopra confesses, he had watched with sadness, Jackson's inability to overcome his deep psychological problems, and even as he remembers Jackson for his humanity and exuberance, he adds that he had felt the tragedy lurking behind the singer for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that is why I wrote in my blog my heartfelt feelings," Chopra added. He wrote: 'Michael Jackson will be remembered, most likely, as a shattered icon, a pop genius who wound up a mutant of fame. That's not who I will remember, however. His mixture of mystery, isolation, indulgence, overwhelming global fame, and personal loneliness was intimately known to me. For 20 years I observed every aspect, and as easy as it was to love Michael -- and to want to protect him -- his sudden death yesterday seemed almost fated.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He sees in Jackson's troubles life lessons for celebrities. Jackson, he says, became a victim to the image the media crafted, and fell prey to doctors who were merciless in the pursuit of their high living. 'He was surrounded by enablers,' Chopra writes on his Website, 'including a shameful plethora of MDs.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Addiction is the number one disease of the civilization,"&lt;/span&gt; he mused, as he discussed Jackson's dependence on painkillers. "You can't blame the addict but instead, we ought to look into the complex situations that create addicts. Addictions have cost the lives of many people in the entertainment industry. Jimi Hendrix and Heath Ledger  among them. Addiction cost Michael dearly. And the ravages of addictions just won't stop unless we seriously address the root causes, and make sure the medical establishment won't make the situation worse by its prescription drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"With hindsight, one could say this could have been done or he could have behaved differently or sought different advisers. But the situation (&lt;em&gt;with Jackson&lt;/em&gt;) was incredibly complicated," he added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recent studies have shown in the case of adults who were physically or sexually abused as children, a number of intense psychological problems lead to trauma and illnesses, he added. In some cases, the pain is in the mind but the victim feels as if he is undergoing intense physical pain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Often, people like Jackson, who had a traumatic childhood, undergo a lot of self-loathing and shame, he added. 'They think of all the bad things that happened to them in their childhood and in adult life, and they ask themselves, what did we do to deserve this?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even success cannot help them overcome the self-loathing and shame, unless they go for holistic healing. But it has to be done consistently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopra's children, Gotham and Malika, adored Jackson, and in return, he responded in a childlike way. Jackson had also visited the Chopra home near San Diego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'He declared often, as former child stars do, that he was robbed of his childhood,' Chopra wrote in his blog. 'Considering the monstrously exaggerated value our society places on celebrity, which was showered on Michael without stint, the public was callous to his very real personal pain. It became another tawdry piece of the tabloid Jacko, pictured as a weird changeling and as something far more sinister.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was Jackson's compulsion with cosmetic surgery a form of self-mutilation, Chopra wondered. "And then the media calls this compulsion bizarre," he added. "The behavior (&lt;em&gt;of the person under media scrutiny&lt;/em&gt;) then becomes even more bizarre  It is a very tragic situation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Unbounded privilege became another toxic force in his undoing. What began as idiosyncrasy, shyness, and vulnerability was ravaged by obsessions over health, paranoia over security, and an isolation that grew more and more unhealthy,' Chopra wrote in his blog. 'When Michael passed me the music for that last song, the one sitting by my bedside waiting for the right words, the procedure for getting the CD to me rivaled a CIA covert operation in its secrecy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The most tragic thing that ever happened to Jackson was getting trapped in a web of prescription drugs, Chopra said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopra, trained in Western medicine, has for many years criticized the medical establishment for doling out prescription drugs. He was reminded of an interview with &lt;em&gt;India Abroad&lt;/em&gt; over 20 years ago where he had declared that the drug problem in America was not created by Colombians or Mexicans but doctors who liberally doled out prescription drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"That continues today, and even very young children are given loads of prescription drugs," he said. "This is very shameful. Michael became a victim to this phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Some doctors are clearly narcissistic," he said. "Some of them develop codependency with the patients." He called them 'designer doctors' who 'just won't let their patients go.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the patients in turn start believing that not getting the prescribed drug 'would be suicidal,' Chopra added  "In fact, the drugs make your condition worse and this was also the case with Michael."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jackson's dependency with prescription drugs could have started over a decade ago when he had been sued for sexual molestation of a young boy. Though he would be exonerated in the court, he suffered quite a bit of trauma, and began believing he was physically suffering too. He even asked Chopra for prescription drugs in 2005 and the holistic guru flatly refused. When Chopra pressed him over the dependency, Jackson became quite agitated, and then very defensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I brought up the subject of drug use as recently as six months ago," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does he feel bad that he could not do more to help Jackson? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"With hindsight, one can feel and say so many things," he said with a sigh. "In a way, this was coming, and it's frustrating that we couldn't do anything about it. But it is the person, who is suffering who should take the initiative and the people around him, the doctors who let him have the prescription drugs should have acted honorably."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He said in another interview: 'The problem has been going on for a long time but we didn't know what to do. There were attempts at intervention, and it didn't succeed.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He also said Grace Rwamba, the nanny of Jackson's children repeatedly contacted him with concerns about Jackson's drug use but Jackson avoided his calls whenever the subject came up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As many times as Jackson would candidly confess that he had a problem, the conversation always ended with a deflection and denial, Chopra said. As Chopra was writing his blog, the reports of Jackson's drug abuse were spreading across news channels. 'The instant I heard of his death this afternoon,' he wrote, 'I had a sinking feeling that prescription drugs would play a key part.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopra and his family are trying to remember the humanity and music of Jackson but they are not glossing over his troubles and the price celebrities often pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopra's thoughts are also very much with people who were close to Jackson and who are also known to Chopra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'His children's nanny and surrogate mother, Grace Rwamba, is like another daughter to me,' he remembers in his blog. 'I introduced her to Michael when she was 18, a beautiful, heartwarming girl from Rwanda who is now grown up. She kept an eye on him for me and would call me whenever he was down or running too close to the edge. How heartbreaking for Grace that no one's protective instincts and genuine love could avert this tragic day.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What were the closest moments Chopra has had with the late Jackson? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jackson wanted to produce a book to sell primarily as a concert souvenir, Chopra said, going back to the 1990s. "It would contain pictures for his fans but there would also be a text consisting of short fables," he recalled. "I sat with him for hours while he dreamily wove Aesop-like tales about animals, mixed with words about music and his love of all things musical. This project became &lt;em&gt;Dancing the Dream &lt;/em&gt;after I pulled the text together for him, acting strictly as a friend. It was this time together that convinced me of the modus vivendi Michael had devised for himself: to counter the tidal wave of stress that accompanies mega-stardom, he built a private retreat in a fantasy world where pink clouds veiled inner anguish and Peter Pan was a hero, not a pathology."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chopra introduced Jackson to his editor at &lt;em&gt;Doubleday &lt;/em&gt;which published the book in 1992 with an impressive pressrun of 150,000 copies. The book was a success but Jackson felt it could have become a bigger success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"There is renewed interest in the book now that he is gone," Chopra said. "The book could soon be reissued. There was a feeling that people did not really understand at the time what Michael was trying to show through the poems and reflections. It requires a higher consciousness to appreciate the thoughts in the book This time around people may look deeply into the book -- and into themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....So what are we looking for in this world. We are doing the same thing as our elders did, We born,grown,died. In this journey many of us doing same thing as we did in past. when we are gonna awaken about this and start doing what we must do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- May God bless your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-267555155275825883?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/267555155275825883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=267555155275825883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/267555155275825883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/267555155275825883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon-tribute-to-mj.html' title='Gone too soon... tribute to MJ'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SkjtSSD6XxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qvZLVfUBunA/s72-c/253michaeljacksonkingofpop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3153955196777438701</id><published>2009-06-26T23:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:22:09.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Appaji........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SkUTGYYrF5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EodMIXVHviU/s1600-h/image-7b461ca1cdb8ded88f8cc5787177ab0a-1father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SkUTGYYrF5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EodMIXVHviU/s400/image-7b461ca1cdb8ded88f8cc5787177ab0a-1father.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351704732545783698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Your hand may not be with us,&lt;br /&gt;But your smile,guidance, memories and teachings,&lt;br /&gt;makes you to be with us life after life.&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that I will hold this hand again and again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                ----outfromdeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;appaji&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[On 26th June]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3153955196777438701?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3153955196777438701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3153955196777438701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3153955196777438701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3153955196777438701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad-your-hand-may-not-be-with-us-but.html' title='Happy Birthday Appaji........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SkUTGYYrF5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EodMIXVHviU/s72-c/image-7b461ca1cdb8ded88f8cc5787177ab0a-1father.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4222806856608604971</id><published>2009-06-24T16:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:26:10.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>journey called left n right....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 23/06/2009,&lt;/span&gt;  this grateful day, I was burned-out completely. After I done with my work, I am on way to Sweet Home. Around 8:30 PM, We were sitting on the last seat of bus. Can't explain the kind of escalation I was getting at that time. Pain in my ass thanks to the our govt. buses which keeps its passenger awaken even at midnight. It's  always reminds us a great person [Robert Frost] proverb "I have miles to go before I sleep, I have miles to go before I sleep....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more on &lt;a href="http://journey2hbs.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://journey2hbs.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4222806856608604971?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4222806856608604971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4222806856608604971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4222806856608604971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4222806856608604971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/journey-called-left-n-right.html' title='journey called left n right....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2406293937535982045</id><published>2009-06-22T23:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:43:48.539+05:30</updated><title type='text'>never never give up........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj_JDHIIIDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3bcFOIhF1qU/s1600-h/never-give-up-winston-churchill-magnet-c11750642.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj_JDHIIIDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3bcFOIhF1qU/s320/never-give-up-winston-churchill-magnet-c11750642.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350215937629364274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men and women are born, live, suffer and die;&lt;br /&gt;what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;whether they be dreams about worldly or unworldly things,&lt;br /&gt;and what we do to make them come about...&lt;br /&gt;We do not choose to be born.&lt;br /&gt;We do not choose our parents.&lt;br /&gt;We do not choose our historical epoch,&lt;br /&gt;the country of our birth,&lt;br /&gt;or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;We do not, most of us, choose to die;&lt;br /&gt;nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death.&lt;br /&gt;But within this realm of choicelessness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;we do choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; how we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Joseph Epstei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2406293937535982045?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2406293937535982045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2406293937535982045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2406293937535982045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2406293937535982045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-never-give-up.html' title='never never give up........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj_JDHIIIDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3bcFOIhF1qU/s72-c/never-give-up-winston-churchill-magnet-c11750642.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7312977110137539975</id><published>2009-06-21T00:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:57:05.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>missing u appaji...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj04ABpA_LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xLkYSCs63_A/s1600-h/loveudad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj04ABpA_LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xLkYSCs63_A/s400/loveudad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349493505477639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj03mZR-rhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/08VKoH65IZE/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj03mZR-rhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/08VKoH65IZE/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349493065146871314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost my father, lost my appaji a long time back.Still I miss him,miss him so much... When I find none to counsel me when I need.His experience and judicious decision helped me a lot. I was so comfortable under him,as if I was under a Banyan tree under his&lt;br /&gt;shadow,protected me from rain,scorching sun of life.The Banyan tree is no longer there and I am drenching in rain and burning in the scorching sun.None like him is by my side.I will miss him. Dunno how my life will end without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after my death my soul wants to be with u forever. Your smile always made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Without u by my side, now I lost how to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7312977110137539975?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7312977110137539975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7312977110137539975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7312977110137539975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7312977110137539975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-u-dad.html' title='missing u appaji...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sj04ABpA_LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xLkYSCs63_A/s72-c/loveudad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4610680273435132088</id><published>2009-06-14T22:01:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:06:59.751+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wandering thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SjUl-JJlbfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2tL232741JA/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347221882110569970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SjUl-JJlbfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2tL232741JA/s320/123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The fact that your life is difficult..&lt;br /&gt;.....doesn't give you the right choose,&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain about the path you choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4610680273435132088?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4610680273435132088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4610680273435132088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4610680273435132088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4610680273435132088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact-that-your-life-is-difficult.html' title='wandering thoughts'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SjUl-JJlbfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2tL232741JA/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3455655931632050350</id><published>2009-06-03T15:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:05:23.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Follow your dreams..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SiZPyWPuE6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qRVuqAnd5Kk/s1600-h/M181%7EFollow-Your-Dreams-Transform-Your-Life-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SiZPyWPuE6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qRVuqAnd5Kk/s320/M181%7EFollow-Your-Dreams-Transform-Your-Life-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045734305239970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Always Follow Your Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;There were once 2 brothers who lived on the 80th level. On coming home one day, they realized to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they have to climb the stairs home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them the next day. They left their bags then and climbed on. When they have struggled to the 40th level, the younger brother started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel. They continued to climb the flights of steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They then realized that they have only 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace. They silently climbed on and reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to open the door. And they realized that the key was in their bags which was left on the 20th floor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This story is reflecting on our life…many of us live under the expectations of our parents, teachers and friends when young. We seldom get to do the things that we really like and love and are under so much pressure and stress so that by the age of 20, we get tired and decided to dump this load.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being free of the stress and pressure, we work enthusiastically and dream ambitious wishes. But by the time we reach 40 years old, we start to lose our vision and dreams. We began to feel unsatisfied and start to complain and criticize. We live life as a misery as we are never satisfied. Reaching 60, we realize that we have little left for complaining anymore, and we began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We think that there is nothing left to disappoint us, only to realize that we could not rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled dream …… a dream we abandoned 60 years ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow your dreams&lt;/strong&gt;, so that &lt;strong&gt;you will not live with regrets&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3455655931632050350?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3455655931632050350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3455655931632050350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3455655931632050350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3455655931632050350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-your-dreams.html' title='Follow your dreams..........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SiZPyWPuE6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qRVuqAnd5Kk/s72-c/M181%7EFollow-Your-Dreams-Transform-Your-Life-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3884018858336506057</id><published>2009-05-23T09:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:28:13.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Shdzzwbv7tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x8WGlm30N18/s1600-h/341030-10-destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Shdzzwbv7tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x8WGlm30N18/s320/341030-10-destination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338863216282824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In childhood, I always followed,&lt;br /&gt;the treasure map in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the promised land I sought,&lt;br /&gt;that I might not lose to one unknown,&lt;br /&gt;my true dream has yet to be fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;but if the world changes,&lt;br /&gt;you could take me from when I know nothing,&lt;br /&gt;take me with you so my memories won't fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3884018858336506057?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3884018858336506057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3884018858336506057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3884018858336506057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3884018858336506057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-childhood-i-always-followed-treasure.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Shdzzwbv7tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x8WGlm30N18/s72-c/341030-10-destination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-2474850362852345108</id><published>2009-05-07T22:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:49:02.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Young &amp; Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SgMXwuH_btI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MXWAgJcPxUM/s1600-h/Young_and_Hopeless_by_line_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SgMXwuH_btI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MXWAgJcPxUM/s320/Young_and_Hopeless_by_line_C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333132509519507154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know they somehow saved me&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm making something out of this life they called nothing&lt;br /&gt;I take what I want&lt;br /&gt;Take what I need&lt;br /&gt;They say it's wrong but it's right for me&lt;br /&gt;I won't look down&lt;br /&gt;Won't say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I know that only God can judge me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I make it through today will tomorrow be the same&lt;br /&gt;Am I just running in place?&lt;br /&gt;and if I stumble and I fall&lt;br /&gt;Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, I'm young and hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and I know this&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm troublesome, I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my father&lt;br /&gt;It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one in this industry&lt;br /&gt;Understands the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;When I sing about my past&lt;br /&gt;It's not a gimmick, not an act&lt;br /&gt;These critics and these trust fund kids&lt;br /&gt;Try to tell me what punk is&lt;br /&gt;But when I see them on the streets, they got nothing to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I make it through today will tomorrow be the same&lt;br /&gt;Am I just running in place?&lt;br /&gt;If I stumble and I fall&lt;br /&gt;Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, I'm young and hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and I know this&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm troublesome, I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my father&lt;br /&gt;It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, now I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young and hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and I know this&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;That I'm troublesome, I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my father&lt;br /&gt;It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              ------ &lt;b&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-2474850362852345108?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/2474850362852345108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=2474850362852345108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2474850362852345108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/2474850362852345108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/05/young-hopeless.html' title='Young &amp; Hopeless'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SgMXwuH_btI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MXWAgJcPxUM/s72-c/Young_and_Hopeless_by_line_C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-9126465553459008282</id><published>2009-03-29T23:41:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:51:02.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten Rules for Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sc-69H13g6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/R5ohYAtDQOo/s1600-h/user-photo-208126-922159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I found this one so close to me that, I would like to share it with my fellow blogger's. Thanks a million to the author Chérie Carter-Scott.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called life. Each day of this school, you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error and experimentation. The failed experiments are as much a part of the process as are the experiments that ultimately work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;4. A lesson is repeated until it’s learned. A lesson will present itself to you in various forms until you have learned. When you have mastered the lesson, then you can go onto the next lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain lessons. If you are alive, there are, there are lessons to be learned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;6. “There” is no better place than “Here.” When your “There” has become “Here,” you will simply obtain another “There” that will again look better than&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Here.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;7. Others are simply a mirror of yourself. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and the resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;9. Your answers lie inside of you. The answers to all of life’s questions lie inside of you. All you need do is look, listen, and trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;10. You will forget all of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;—Chérie Carter-Scott&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-9126465553459008282?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/9126465553459008282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=9126465553459008282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/9126465553459008282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/9126465553459008282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/03/ten-rules-for-being-human.html' title='Ten Rules for Being Human'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/Sc-69H13g6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/R5ohYAtDQOo/s72-c/user-photo-208126-922159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-570774476537046587</id><published>2009-02-18T23:15:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:44:59.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>in the pursuit of learning....</title><content type='html'>1.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great accomplishment seems&lt;br /&gt;imperfect,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it does not outlive its usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;Great fullness seems empty,&lt;br /&gt;Yet cannot be exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great straightness seems twisted.&lt;br /&gt;Great intelligence seems stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Great eloquence seems awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement overcomes cold.&lt;br /&gt;Stillness overcomes heat.&lt;br /&gt;Stillness and tranquility set things in&lt;br /&gt;order in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                --- Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to stop short than fill to the&lt;br /&gt;brim.&lt;br /&gt;Over sharpen the blade, and the edge&lt;br /&gt;will soon blunt.&lt;br /&gt;Amass a store of gold and jade, and no&lt;br /&gt;one can protect it.&lt;br /&gt;Claim wealth and titles, and disaster&lt;br /&gt;will follow.&lt;br /&gt;Retire when the work is done.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                -- Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under heaven all can see beauty as&lt;br /&gt;beauty only because there is ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;All can know good as good only&lt;br /&gt;because there is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore having and not having arise&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult and easy complement each&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;Long and short contrast each other:&lt;br /&gt;High and low rest upon each other;&lt;br /&gt;Voice and sound harmonize each&lt;br /&gt;other;&lt;br /&gt;Front and back follow one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the sage goes about doin&lt;br /&gt;nothing, teaching no-talking.&lt;br /&gt;The ten thousand things rise and fa&lt;br /&gt;without cease,&lt;br /&gt;Creating, yet not.&lt;br /&gt;Working, yet not taking credit.&lt;br /&gt;Work is done, then forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             --- Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SZxNf0XXXqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RPy9qFbYaGA/s1600-h/nothingness.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-570774476537046587?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/570774476537046587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=570774476537046587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/570774476537046587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/570774476537046587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-pursuit-of-learning.html' title='in the pursuit of learning....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7391060252234193447</id><published>2009-02-05T18:25:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:08:02.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amitabha......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SYrkHytNLKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HES8IcLXX2k/s1600-h/Buddha-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SYrkHytNLKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HES8IcLXX2k/s200/Buddha-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299298734076406946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are few words by a great Indian Sage. Which I want to treasure in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Let me jot it down......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bodhi is not like the tree,&lt;br /&gt;The mirror bright is nowhere shining,&lt;br /&gt;As there is nothing  from the first,&lt;br /&gt;Where can the dust itself collect?"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Matter is not different from emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is not different from matter,&lt;br /&gt;Matter is then emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is then matter,&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes with a reason,&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes with a reason"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7391060252234193447?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7391060252234193447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7391060252234193447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7391060252234193447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7391060252234193447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/02/amitabha.html' title='Amitabha......'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SYrkHytNLKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HES8IcLXX2k/s72-c/Buddha-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-6210283732812498794</id><published>2009-01-24T23:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:40:12.359+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Three Teachings of life...</title><content type='html'>As the curtain starts falling......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice from unknown source, starts whispering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this journey I met many people. Some of them become my heart, some of them become my breathe, and some of them become close to me. As saying goes, Each one is unique and travels unique path. Hao hao, I felt it so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one day, as usual I was walking alone in a dense crowd with my friends, I met three very very special people. Their names are NOTHING, SOMETHING &amp;amp; EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING says  he is better than EVERYTHING &amp;amp; SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING says  he is better than EVERYTHING &amp;amp; NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING says  he is better than SOMETHING &amp;amp; NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        --- outfromdeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-6210283732812498794?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6210283732812498794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=6210283732812498794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6210283732812498794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6210283732812498794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-teachings-of-life.html' title='Three Teachings of life...'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5572402096939738076</id><published>2009-01-17T20:25:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:02:10.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Nothing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SXHzV0X_cVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/03qJ3pa76Gk/s1600-h/nothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 59px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SXHzV0X_cVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/03qJ3pa76Gk/s320/nothing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292278593299116370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came to this world from nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I will end up with nothing,&lt;br /&gt;In between, these nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Journey is Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ---outfromdeep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5572402096939738076?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5572402096939738076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5572402096939738076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5572402096939738076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5572402096939738076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaning-of-nothing.html' title='Meaning of Nothing.....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SXHzV0X_cVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/03qJ3pa76Gk/s72-c/nothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5174003751820308479</id><published>2008-12-17T21:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:47:49.844+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'You've got to find what you love,'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SUklPJsrUkI/AAAAAAAAADk/gU8bCmdySjE/s1600-h/pipo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SUklPJsrUkI/AAAAAAAAADk/gU8bCmdySjE/s320/pipo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280792980300190274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'You've got to find what you love,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. &lt;p&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, &lt;i&gt;Toy Story&lt;/i&gt;, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called &lt;i&gt;The Whole Earth Catalog&lt;/i&gt;, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of &lt;i&gt;The Whole Earth Catalog&lt;/i&gt;, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry.  Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source :  http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5174003751820308479?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5174003751820308479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5174003751820308479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5174003751820308479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5174003751820308479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/12/youve-got-to-find-what-you-love.html' title='&apos;You&apos;ve got to find what you love,&apos;'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SUklPJsrUkI/AAAAAAAAADk/gU8bCmdySjE/s72-c/pipo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-891882826036515542</id><published>2008-12-04T23:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:42:11.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mere thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/STgdZ203inI/AAAAAAAAADc/4rt495koT1U/s1600-h/Dizziness3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/STgdZ203inI/AAAAAAAAADc/4rt495koT1U/s320/Dizziness3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275999293515729522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere thoughts are useless.&lt;br /&gt;They only serve as goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;If there was truly time for a goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;then all the suffering before&lt;br /&gt;would have been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;where is there joy after sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       --- Yang Guo [ROCH]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-891882826036515542?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/891882826036515542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=891882826036515542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/891882826036515542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/891882826036515542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/12/mere-thoughts.html' title='mere thoughts....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/STgdZ203inI/AAAAAAAAADc/4rt495koT1U/s72-c/Dizziness3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-382200278611017818</id><published>2008-11-19T23:52:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:59:41.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A wind reaches my ear and says....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SSRZ3Qjm5KI/AAAAAAAAADM/YUduN8u2JiI/s1600-h/naruto001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SSRZ3Qjm5KI/AAAAAAAAADM/YUduN8u2JiI/s200/naruto001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270436269802316962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.&lt;br /&gt;Motivate your anger to make them all realize.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the mountain, never coming down.&lt;br /&gt;Break into the contents, never falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.&lt;br /&gt;A man railed at me twice though, but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is wasting for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "Dreams are dreams.&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."&lt;br /&gt;You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still are blind, if you see a winding road,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to live so wise.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry 'cause you're so right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry with fakes or fears,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Author - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Akeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-382200278611017818?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/382200278611017818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=382200278611017818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/382200278611017818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/382200278611017818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/11/wind-reaches-my-ear-and-says.html' title='A wind reaches my ear and says....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SSRZ3Qjm5KI/AAAAAAAAADM/YUduN8u2JiI/s72-c/naruto001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-917051550253845122</id><published>2008-11-19T23:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:51:15.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being alone with nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SSRZEbab7AI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP9A2YI48FI/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SSRZEbab7AI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP9A2YI48FI/s200/asd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435396543310850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the peace you get when you’re alone.&lt;br /&gt;Not just being alone but in a quiet and peaceful environ.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt the need to be alone, to look at the stars of the sky, the beautiful white clouds, feel the soothing effect of the free air. Appreciate nature.&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is not being lonely, but it is isolation with a purpose. Some people just need to be in company of themselves, for better understanding of themselves. Positive Inspiration is mostly felt when one is in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to go to river banks or somewhere peaceful where you can have time to think and wonder. It keeps your mind at rest and makes your brain function optimally.&lt;br /&gt;A place where you wouldn’t have to think about the problems and sorrows of this life, where we experience extreme peace and comfort in a world of strife, where we understand ourselves better. Some of the best poems i ever wrote were written in my lonely hour, devoid of noise or distraction where i could really feel what i was writing about, where my mind’s eye could see a clear picture which is interpreted by the brain and expressed through the beauty of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In peace we would function better, although i love music very much. I love to turn the volume to the maximum and let it flow in me, but my hour of solitude lets life to flow steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s try to get some peaceful time alone in the company of ourselves and behold the beauty of nature.&lt;br /&gt;To experience Solace in Solitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-917051550253845122?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/917051550253845122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=917051550253845122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/917051550253845122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/917051550253845122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-alone-with-nature.html' title='Being alone with nature'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SSRZEbab7AI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP9A2YI48FI/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-6643217976005097594</id><published>2008-11-09T22:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:22:44.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my closest friends whom I miss everyday......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SRcUZ50VtmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nqHpsL7ERLc/s1600-h/bcp035008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SRcUZ50VtmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nqHpsL7ERLc/s200/bcp035008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266700724482717282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost as hard for friends to meet&lt;br /&gt;As for the morning and evening stars.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight then is a rare event,&lt;br /&gt;Joining, in the candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;Two men who were young not long ago&lt;br /&gt;But now are turning grey at the temples.&lt;br /&gt;...To find that half our friends are dead&lt;br /&gt;Shocks us, burns our hearts with grief.&lt;br /&gt;We little guessed it would be twenty years&lt;br /&gt;Before I could visit you again.&lt;br /&gt;When I went away, you were still unmarried;&lt;br /&gt;But now these boys and girls in a row&lt;br /&gt;Are very kind to their father's old friend.&lt;br /&gt;They ask me where I have been on my journey;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when we have talked awhile,&lt;br /&gt;They bring and show me wines and dishes,&lt;br /&gt;Spring chives cut in the night-rain&lt;br /&gt;And brown rice cooked freshly a special way.&lt;br /&gt;...My host proclaims it a festival,&lt;br /&gt;He urges me to drink ten cups --&lt;br /&gt;But what ten cups could make me as drunk&lt;br /&gt;As I always am with your love in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;...Tomorrow the mountains will separate us;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow-who can say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    --- Du Fu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-6643217976005097594?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6643217976005097594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=6643217976005097594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6643217976005097594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6643217976005097594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-close-friends-whom-i-miss.html' title='To my closest friends whom I miss everyday......'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SRcUZ50VtmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nqHpsL7ERLc/s72-c/bcp035008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4848919096203568544</id><published>2008-11-09T21:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:44:25.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SRcMULoB_3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6wFy10t32HA/s1600-h/b120941389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SRcMULoB_3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6wFy10t32HA/s200/b120941389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266691830090694514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green are the garden sunflowers wet with dew,&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the sun who's to rise anew.&lt;br /&gt;The spring benign is lavishing her favour&lt;br /&gt;On all things, which are glowing with splendour.&lt;br /&gt;In their lush growth there's still the fear&lt;br /&gt;That they will wither when autumn comes near.&lt;br /&gt;All the rivers eastward to the seas flow,&lt;br /&gt;When have the waters ever return'd, though?&lt;br /&gt;One who in his youth does not take great pains,&lt;br /&gt;When old, will but regret and grieve in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          --- Han dynasty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4848919096203568544?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4848919096203568544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4848919096203568544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4848919096203568544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4848919096203568544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-are-garden-sunflowers-wet-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SRcMULoB_3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6wFy10t32HA/s72-c/b120941389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8047432702605194946</id><published>2008-11-02T01:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:31:33.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQy1YF1dEuI/AAAAAAAAACs/jtSQfUmeiTg/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQy1YF1dEuI/AAAAAAAAACs/jtSQfUmeiTg/s200/lonely.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263781489977135842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,&lt;br /&gt;There is rapture on the lonely shore,&lt;br /&gt;There is society where none intrudes,&lt;br /&gt;By the deep sea and the music in its roar;&lt;br /&gt;I love not man the less, but Nature more."&lt;br /&gt;— Lord Byron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8047432702605194946?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8047432702605194946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8047432702605194946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8047432702605194946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8047432702605194946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-for-life.html' title='Thoughts for life'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQy1YF1dEuI/AAAAAAAAACs/jtSQfUmeiTg/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3431854031331731637</id><published>2008-10-30T23:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:45:57.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being yourself is being one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQn5znaJ0WI/AAAAAAAAACk/cSdujokxgcY/s1600-h/29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQn5znaJ0WI/AAAAAAAAACk/cSdujokxgcY/s200/29.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263012304706457954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQn5PI5TAII/AAAAAAAAACc/YU4MGO3qDXI/s1600-h/risk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQn5PI5TAII/AAAAAAAAACc/YU4MGO3qDXI/s200/risk.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263011678040293506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being is one, the world is many...and between the two is the divided mind, the&lt;br /&gt;dual mind. It is just like a big tree, an ancient oak: the trunk is one, then the tree divides into two main branches, the main bifurcation, from which a thousand and&lt;br /&gt;one bifurcations of branches grow. The being is just like the trunk of the tree --&lt;br /&gt;one, non-dual -- and the mind is the first bifurcation where the tree divides into&lt;br /&gt;two, becomes dual, becomes dialectical: thesis and antithesis, man and woman,&lt;br /&gt;yin and yang, day and night, God and Devil, yoga and Zen. All the dualities of the&lt;br /&gt;world are basically in the duality of the mind -- and below the duality is oneness&lt;br /&gt;of being. If you slip below, underneath the duality you will find one -- call it God,&lt;br /&gt;call it nirvana, or whatsoever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go higher through the duality, you come to the many million-fold world.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most basic insights to be understood -- that mind is not one.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, whatsoever you see through the mind becomes two. It is just like a white&lt;br /&gt;ray entering a prism; it is immediately divided into seven colors and the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;is created. Before it entered the prism it was one, through the prism it is divided.&lt;br /&gt;and the white color disappears into the seven colors of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a rainbow, the mind is a prism, and the being is the white ray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3431854031331731637?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/3431854031331731637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=3431854031331731637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3431854031331731637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/3431854031331731637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-yourself-is-being-one.html' title='Being yourself is being one'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/SQn5znaJ0WI/AAAAAAAAACk/cSdujokxgcY/s72-c/29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4718954616177657404</id><published>2008-10-25T08:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:48:52.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Society.....</title><content type='html'>It's a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;we have a greed&lt;br /&gt;with which we have agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have to want&lt;br /&gt;more than you need,&lt;br /&gt;until you have it all you won't be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want more than you have&lt;br /&gt;you think you need&lt;br /&gt;and when you think more than you want&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts begin to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find a bigger place&lt;br /&gt;'cos when you have more than you think&lt;br /&gt;you need more space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's those thinking more or less less is more&lt;br /&gt;but if less is more how you're keeping score?&lt;br /&gt;Means for every point you make&lt;br /&gt;your level drops&lt;br /&gt;kinda like its starting from the top&lt;br /&gt;you can't do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, have mercy on me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not angry if I disagree&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       ---Eddie Vedder [Movie-Into The Wild]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4718954616177657404?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4718954616177657404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4718954616177657404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4718954616177657404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4718954616177657404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/10/society.html' title='Society.....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-6649198176621899345</id><published>2008-10-24T17:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:18:21.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>My HBS mentor's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe where others doubt.&lt;br /&gt; Work where others refuse. &lt;br /&gt;  Save where others waste.&lt;br /&gt;   Stay where others quit. &lt;br /&gt;    Dare to be different.&lt;br /&gt;     Be a winner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Too Had a Dream - Dr. Verghese Kurien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_563966"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/abhinavmodi/dr-verghese-kurien-i-too-had-a-dream-presentation?type=powerpoint" title="Dr. Verghese Kurien - I too had a dream"&gt;Dr. Verghese Kurien - I too had a dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=kurienv02-1219344424700280-9&amp;stripped_title=dr-verghese-kurien-i-too-had-a-dream-presentation" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=kurienv02-1219344424700280-9&amp;stripped_title=dr-verghese-kurien-i-too-had-a-dream-presentation" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View SlideShare &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/abhinavmodi/dr-verghese-kurien-i-too-had-a-dream-presentation?type=powerpoint" title="View Dr. Verghese Kurien - I too had a dream on SlideShare"&gt;presentation&lt;/a&gt; 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(tags: &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://slideshare.net/tag/verghese"&gt;verghese&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://slideshare.net/tag/kurien"&gt;kurien&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjQ4NDg3NzA*OTQmcHQ9MTIyNDg*ODc4MjI3NCZwPTEwMTkxJmQ9Jmc9MiZ*PSZvPWZlNmY4ZjhmMDAxNjQ4NTVhMDFjZWZmZGQ*Y2UwYTlm.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from this http://noelatwork.blogspot.com/ blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-6649198176621899345?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6649198176621899345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=6649198176621899345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6649198176621899345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6649198176621899345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/10/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4867535741749227294</id><published>2008-10-17T22:49:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:02:47.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>planned-unplanned life, love-hate life, successful-failure life,.....?LIFE??</title><content type='html'>LIFE is in living. It is not a thing, it is a process. There is no way to attain to life except by living it, except by being alive, by flowing, streaming with it. If you are seeking the meaning of life in some dogma, in some philosophy, in some&lt;br /&gt;theology, that Is the sure way to miss life and meaning both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. It is not in the future as a goal to be arrived at, it is herenow, this very moment -- in your breathing,circulating in your blood, beating in your heart. Whatsoever you are is your life,and if you start seeking meaning somewhere else, you will miss it. Man has done that for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concepts have become very important, explanations have become very important&lt;br /&gt;-- and the real has been completely forgotten. We don't look to that which is&lt;br /&gt;already here, we want rationalisations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4867535741749227294?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4867535741749227294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4867535741749227294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4867535741749227294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4867535741749227294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/10/planned-unplanned-life-love-hate-life.html' title='planned-unplanned life, love-hate life, successful-failure life,.....?LIFE??'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-5542633845055600554</id><published>2008-10-16T22:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:23:36.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unknown path, Haze future and Insane decision</title><content type='html'>Such is the way of the world&lt;br /&gt;You can never know&lt;br /&gt;Just where to put all your faith&lt;br /&gt;And how will it grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;Burning black holes in dark memories&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;Turning mistakes into gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the passage of time&lt;br /&gt;Too fast to fold&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly swallowed by signs&lt;br /&gt;Low and behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;Find my direction magnetically&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rise up&lt;br /&gt;Throw down my ace in the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ---- Eddie Vedder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-5542633845055600554?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/5542633845055600554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=5542633845055600554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5542633845055600554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/5542633845055600554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-feel-it.html' title='Unknown path, Haze future and Insane decision'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-3834026027661023504</id><published>2008-10-16T18:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:22:59.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just feel it.</title><content type='html'>Have no fear&lt;br /&gt;For when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better off than I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this light&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around to grow&lt;br /&gt;Who I was before&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nights allow me to feel...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling...I am falling&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I am falling safely to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this soul that's inside me now&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand new friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this light&lt;br /&gt;And the will to show&lt;br /&gt;I will always be better than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nights allow me to feel...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling...I am falling&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I am falling safely to the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-3834026027661023504?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-6551389411994410761</id><published>2007-12-10T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:07:02.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mortal world....</title><content type='html'>Cross through the mortal world's,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow &amp;amp; joy, distress &amp;amp; disappointment,&lt;br /&gt;In these tender wanderings with you,&lt;br /&gt;pierce the wild green mountains &amp;amp; desolation,&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying flower's fragrance your dreams fly,&lt;br /&gt;In this life i go crazy because of you,&lt;br /&gt;this love has no double below heaven,&lt;br /&gt;the sword's shadow and wave's of light are only passing,only passing,&lt;br /&gt;If there are still tender wanderings,&lt;br /&gt;withered faces are hard to lose and forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-6551389411994410761?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/6551389411994410761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=6551389411994410761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6551389411994410761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/6551389411994410761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2007/12/mortal-world.html' title='Mortal world....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-8348422164499750683</id><published>2007-12-05T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:43:45.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Please Dad.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Please, Dad&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soft winds sweep away the days&lt;br /&gt;I look back on life through a haze.&lt;br /&gt;Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,&lt;br /&gt;In childlike gaze that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;The laughter in a game of catch,&lt;br /&gt;Shall memory ever attach...&lt;br /&gt;To innocence in youthful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall my first bike, first wreck,&lt;br /&gt;Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to give one more try,&lt;br /&gt;While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Just the joy knowing he was there,&lt;br /&gt;Making him proud my only care.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I couldn't do,&lt;br /&gt;My heart held fast that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though teenage years were kind of rough,&lt;br /&gt;I sure wasn't too big or tough.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to defend what's right&lt;br /&gt;And never back down from a fight.&lt;br /&gt;So I learned the hard way to stand,&lt;br /&gt;Still, with each lump, I found your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Drawing from you an inner strength,&lt;br /&gt;And stubborn pride of equal length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there the line of fate was drawn,&lt;br /&gt;As though I blinked and you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself facing the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes blinded by a void inside,&lt;br /&gt;I could not live that you had died.&lt;br /&gt;Alas finding it to be true,&lt;br /&gt;I could do nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Dad, today just hear my call,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.&lt;br /&gt;My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,&lt;br /&gt;My emotions undisciplined.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get up although I try,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be upset if I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't fight what I can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-8348422164499750683?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/8348422164499750683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=8348422164499750683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8348422164499750683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/8348422164499750683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-dad.html' title='Please Dad.........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-4611867126407671446</id><published>2007-12-05T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:40:56.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am at ur side....</title><content type='html'>there are many bumps on this never ending road,&lt;br /&gt;you've always been strongm, but today you cried,&lt;br /&gt;what dream are you chasing that led to this?&lt;br /&gt;I also lose my way at times,&lt;br /&gt;so when u cry i wil be there by ur side&lt;br /&gt;even on nights apart i am on ur side&lt;br /&gt;I am at ur side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind blows, ah, the painful memories that never disappear&lt;br /&gt;what did u think as u collected the old songs into one&lt;br /&gt;there is no second chance, there is no second chance.&lt;br /&gt;i know how foolish i look&lt;br /&gt;the image of becoming innocent&lt;br /&gt;this definetely won't end&lt;br /&gt;the flaming sight of my passion&lt;br /&gt;crossing this envious dream&lt;br /&gt;passing over inhuman beast&lt;br /&gt;i seize the world in my hands&lt;br /&gt;shredding through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;with the world neglected again&lt;br /&gt;one man's parade starts to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-4611867126407671446?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/4611867126407671446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=4611867126407671446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4611867126407671446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/4611867126407671446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-at-ur-side.html' title='I am at ur side....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-256536923884840356</id><published>2007-01-05T20:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:50:28.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>straight from the gut....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/RZ5sk5c3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rnAD-pxxHD8/s1600-h/rach.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/RZ5sk5c3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rnAD-pxxHD8/s200/rach.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016566416090293330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are the kind of person who has no guts, you just give up every time life pushes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are that kind of person, you will live all your life playing it safe, doing the right things, saving yourself for some event that never happens. Then, you die a boring old man.You will have lots of friends who really like you because you were such a nice hard working guy. You spent a life playing it safe, doing the right things, but the truth is...you let life push you into submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep down you were terrified of taking risks. You really wanted to win, but the fear of losing was greater than the excitement of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, you and only you will know you didnt go for it. You chose to play it safe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-256536923884840356?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/256536923884840356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=256536923884840356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/256536923884840356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/256536923884840356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2007/01/straight-from-gut.html' title='straight from the gut....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/RZ5sk5c3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rnAD-pxxHD8/s72-c/rach.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-7212715290348151362</id><published>2006-10-13T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:14:28.327+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decision when you are @ the crossroads..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3645/3979/1600/decision.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3645/3979/320/decision.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Mirror of lies restores my broken self&lt;br /&gt;Glances assail to break me again&lt;br /&gt;Love and money drag the world to corruption&lt;br /&gt;Love and money is a common lust&lt;br /&gt;Myself is like everyone but also like no one&lt;br /&gt;I do not search for the truth in the dark with a blindness&lt;br /&gt;I believe in one belief and I pray it will not fail&lt;br /&gt;When this world is over me or I am over this world&lt;br /&gt;I believe I will set sail to a place of no veils&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Belief by James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-7212715290348151362?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/7212715290348151362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=7212715290348151362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7212715290348151362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/7212715290348151362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2006/10/decision-when-you-are-crossroads.html' title='Decision when you are @ the crossroads..........'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599613.post-115536125964123266</id><published>2006-08-12T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:10:59.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drifting....</title><content type='html'>Well this gonna be my first post.Before i start posting more stuffz, i wanna share a beatiful poem with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  I sometimes find I'm drifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Through this life without effect;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I often wonder if I'm truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Worth what I've been blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I search through days that have been hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To try to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; The many trials that I have known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; The life that I have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; You see me in my daily grind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; So confident and strong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Yet when I am alone, I question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Just where I belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I often try too hard I find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To analyze and guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To scrutinize, investigate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; My life I will confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; For somewhere deeper, there must be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Some meaning to this life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Some way to make a difference,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Give a reason for this strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Is there some hidden meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Some agenda to be found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; A greater purpose waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; If I care to hang around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; It teases and it taunts me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Always slightly out of sight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; A hazy vision out of reach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Where darkness hides the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I struggle to bring clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To what awaits me there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; And yet this weak illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Always fades before my stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; It seems the harder that I try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To focus through the haze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Just serves to add more questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Through my endless, tired gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To understand it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; For can we ever truly know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Just what we have in store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Each incident, each moment passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Just adds upon the next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; But in the end, will I find truth ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Or will I be perplexed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Perhaps I make it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Than it has to be sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; But will my searching bring to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; My meaning over time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Or will it leave me broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; And confused as I feel now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; While questions bring no solitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; To this, my wrinkled brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;by Kit McCallum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really an awesome poem. Lotz of thingz said in simple wordzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599613-115536125964123266?l=outfromdeep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/feeds/115536125964123266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599613&amp;postID=115536125964123266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/115536125964123266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599613/posts/default/115536125964123266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outfromdeep.blogspot.com/2006/08/drifting_12.html' title='Drifting....'/><author><name>Silent Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01693917064251851469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrXTgE-skdg/S43UrBNzi_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uRgAlNPdwg4/S220/7586.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
