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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T20:36:50.527+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="part 3" /><title>I - Part 3</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess a few hours might have passed by the time I woke up again. I was still in the same chair. Guess no one cared about me.&lt;br&gt;
When I saw around, papers were flying all over the place. A sense of being in a massacre came to me.&lt;br&gt;
So I stood up and went to the room hoping to see that man or that woman.&lt;br&gt;
En route, the guy came towards me and said "You should not be here. You have to leave right now". Saying this he dragged me towards the wall where a map was put up.&lt;br&gt;
He showed me directions on how to leave the building.&lt;br&gt;
And he vanished to nowhere.&lt;br&gt;
I had another glance at map and found where to start.&lt;br&gt;
So I started to run towards the first exit which led to a set of steep stairs that lead downstairs. I could have gone but there wasn't any light in the staircase. Fully dark.&lt;br&gt;
Then I recognised another exit from the map.&lt;br&gt;
So I ran towards that only to find another steep staircase that led upstairs.&lt;br&gt;
A sudden loss in my energy made me contemplate whether I could climb those.&lt;br&gt;
But then that guy emerged from nowhere and said "you'll never make it that way. Follow me". He led me to a place which looked like a loading dock. It had a wooden sledge on a track and a cable that was suspended from the ceiling. I understood what we are gonna do. &lt;br&gt;
He allowed me to take the seat so he can push from back.&lt;br&gt;
He then started pushing while I gazed around. It looked like only the two of us were inside the building.&lt;br&gt;
Papers flying everywhere. When asked what's happening all I got was "trust me, you don't wanna know". God give me strength, I thought while being pushed around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a palace. Full empty. The track moved across the rooms throug holes only large enough to accommodate the height of a sitting guy.&lt;br&gt;
When going through that hole, the guy kept crouching and commenting about the features of the place we were entering to. But none entered my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then we came to a wall. So high and I could hear the seas more clearly now. It was an open area that looked like an outer compound. He stopped talking and came beside me and said "you are going to go through that wall now. Do not be scared. You will have a safe landing. This is best and fast way outta here". While saying this he started strapping me to a belt that was attached to the base of the sledge.&lt;br&gt;
Landing? I wondered.&lt;br&gt;
My head nodded without my consent.&lt;br&gt;
Taking that as an yes he pushed me. I went through a curtain and was shocked to see the view out there. It was like a rollercoaster ride. I was at least 200 ft high and the drop was almost 85 degrees down.&lt;br&gt;
And I couldn't stop the sledge. It went on.&lt;br&gt;
I must have touched at least 50 mph speed but then the curve angle started reducing and started moving more forward towards the land. By the time I reached the water I was gliding above it.&lt;br&gt;
Now I could have a clear view of what was moving around me.&lt;br&gt;
Cars. "Strange" I thought.&lt;br&gt;
Yea, cars that floated on water.&lt;br&gt;
I felt a sudden jerk and came to know that the track ended. Yet I was gliding over the water speeding towards land. I was very much surprised because the speed of the vehicle kept increasing. I looked down and I saw that the sledge had now turned to a vehicle attached with a powerfull motor.&lt;br&gt;
It was too much for my brain could take.&lt;br&gt;
I fainted again. The last thing I saw was nearing the docks.&lt;br&gt;
When I regained consciousness I was been walked to a room in a house. There was a couple seated beside a dining table in that room.&lt;br&gt;
The moment I saw them I realised they were my parents.&lt;br&gt;
And the next thing I knew, I woke up.&lt;br&gt;
Gosh! The entire series of events was just a dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I now have a very strange feeling that it might not be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To be continued!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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And I was in too much pain to justify it.&lt;br&gt;
Then I heard a some sound and I turned. A figure suddenly jumped inside behind my back. It didn't startle me much because I was expecting it.&lt;br&gt;
"Gotcha!". It was that guy. He said he wanted to test me so that's why he pretended to be in trouble. I was just blank.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Come on lets get moving", he said and proceeded down the corridor.&lt;br&gt;
I followed him as if a dog obeying its master.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We kept walking. He kept talking but nothing entered my head because I was amused like a child who sees the merry-go-round for the first time.&lt;br&gt;
The walls were decorated with the carvings of a man who just appeared from nowhere and how he realized his purpose and eventually became something which I could not understand.&lt;br&gt;
And what made it spooky was the images that depicted the progress of that man. It depicted hell and heaven combined.&lt;br&gt;
We turned off to a corner and entered a room which was eventually the room where I saw that lady.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"here we are" said the guy to that lady and they both winked.&lt;br&gt;
I was now led to the auditorium and offered a seat in the middle.&lt;br&gt;
"just relax. We have everything under control" said the lady who followed behind me. &lt;br&gt;
This was the point where I realized I had not spoken anything. &lt;br&gt;
"who are you and what is your name?" I asked. It was as though I spoke for the first time in my entire life. "and who am I?" &lt;br&gt;
"you will soon know who you are and who we are does not really matter" a new voice from behind me said this. I then turned around and saw no one. And everyone started staring at me. "who is this?" I asked again.&lt;br&gt;
"it does not matter" the voice echoed throughout the hall.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before I could realize what's happening, I fell to the seat half dizzy.&lt;/p&gt;
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I didn't know where I was and how I ended here. Four desks of which 2 was empty.&lt;br&gt;
It felt as though I had an hangover. All I could realize was that I was in a room that felt like an abandoned building and the sound of sea banging the walls. &lt;br&gt;
I turned around and saw two doors, 1 closed and another open to sea. There was a ladder that gave access to the roofs just outside the second door. I started climbing. &lt;br&gt;
Even though it was just 10 steps it felt like 100 thanks to my headache. &lt;br&gt;
Struggling myself to stand up I saw the building that I was standing on resembled the Alcatraz prison. Surrounded by sea, I could see the land not less than the distance of four empire state buildings. &lt;br&gt;
Confused I started descending the ladder and went inside hoping the other door is not locked on the outside.&lt;br&gt;
It wasn't, gave away on 1 push, and the creaking sound echoing throughout the room.&lt;br&gt;
A passage way, lighted by a flickering bulb, led to another door leading to stairs climbing down.&lt;br&gt;
When I got down there were two ways which looked like the sides of a room that looked more like an auditorium.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I chose to go right as I could confirm that there were some people talking in a room.&lt;br&gt;
The passage then turned right which led to a room.&lt;br&gt;
The moment I turned right, a man suddenly appeared on the right and spoke to me.&lt;br&gt;
He was wearing glasses, a bit brown complexion, average weight and height.&lt;br&gt;
He was talking something but I couldn't listen. I just couldn't concentrate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He then led me to a room which looked like an office of a printing press. There were a few people walking here and there, &lt;br&gt;
He offered me a seat in front of a female who looked like an Japaneese.&lt;br&gt;
She then started talking, but could not understand anything in her accent. Imagine a computer voice that has the style of a Chinese trying to speak American English using the UK accent. Weird right? That's how she spoke.&lt;br&gt;
All I managed to understand was that she insisted me to accompany the man who had accompanied here. &lt;br&gt;
Before I could respond, that guy pulled me outside and started walking. We went towards that auditorium, which was now occupied by some people, dressed as street performers.&lt;br&gt;
But this guy kept moving. Muttering something, he turned the opposite way from the stairs that I descended from, which I guessed to be "this is where you were kept". Things started to flow into my mind. Why was I kept here? Was I a prisoner? Who was I?&lt;br&gt;
I then decided to ask him, but before I opened my mouth, he said wait here. It was an h-type section. On the left there was again a bulb that flickered the way and on the other side it was fully open, without a fail safe support. The passage turned right and then left. He said again "wait here" and jumped off to the open holding a rope and landed 1 level below the one that I was standing on. After sometime, which felt like ages, he shouted "Dude, I can't make it. You carry on."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn't know what to do. So I turned around and on the wall a small flash of light showed a mirror and what I saw in the mirror, made a shock go down my spine.&lt;br&gt;
I was a human.&lt;/p&gt;
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Been a bit busy with MBA, where all we learn is to complicate your relationship with earthlings. &lt;br&gt;
You know the drill. &lt;br&gt;
Quite the diversion I was looking for, to keep me away from thinking. Another station, another group of co-passengers. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So far so good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a lot in my mind but not able to get it out of my system. The main reason be that my writing skills are getting more and more exhausted by the stories that I write for my examination. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you know about my kingdom then you would know that even though this blog is not being updated the other blogs are. &lt;br&gt;
Getting ranked high for high traffic keywords was not a tough task for me. It only took time. &lt;br&gt;
But as one of my friend said, if I tell a friend that I own the blog and obviously their attitude will not be to the interest of the survival. &lt;br&gt;
I hope you understand what I say. That was a decent lesson that I learned practically while not updating this. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, the ghosts of my past keep turning up again but still somehow I manage to keep myself distracted. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know this post has all random things and seriously makes no sense but was worthy of my time to type it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not a big accomplishment but may be enough to concentrate on my next post. &lt;/p&gt;
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So it's a pretty much obvious fact that I don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;
I recently received a notification saying that I had got a comment for a post that I had done two years before, my first ever post.&lt;br /&gt;
A comment by a pure anonymous visitor.&lt;br /&gt;
I checked the statistics and it said a visitor from India at the exact time the comment was posted.&lt;br /&gt;
And here's what it read -&lt;br /&gt;
"Shut up u a liar."&lt;br /&gt;
"YOU ARE A NO LIFE WITH A NO REAL BELIEF.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Believe in the truth."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can check out the comment over &lt;a href="http://chefdro.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-me.html#comments" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, thanks to that anonymous, there is something I realized.&lt;br /&gt;
As I mentioned earlier, I don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;
But I decided to make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;
So, I went back to my archive and started reading everything; starting right from the post that anonymous commented.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Firstly, I found lots and lots of grammatical errors. God give me strength. Miraculously, he did. So I went on and yaay!! the errors reduced.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the real thing I found out was 'me'. Yea, the 'ME'.&lt;br /&gt;
I find a different me in each and every post I made/make.&lt;br /&gt;
The first post made me realize how earthly I was.&lt;br /&gt;
You know, in the film Matrix, when Neo asks&lt;br /&gt;
"So you are saying? I can dodge bullets?",&lt;br /&gt;
And then Morpheus says &lt;br /&gt;
"No Neo, I am saying when you are ready, you won't have to".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To be exact, criticizing myself, the first post I made, you can tell I was in the stage where I say, "Whoa! I can dodge bullets? That's totally awesome!!".&lt;br /&gt;
A totally chaotic mind with earthly desires and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then when I read the posts like "About me II", "My experiences III", "The Ugly Earthling" etc. I find myself in the stage where I tried my best to dodge everything.&lt;br /&gt;
The friendship, the "Special Someone", the teenage life etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And as I read on, "I am that I am", I can say that I have reached the stage where I don't need to dodge anything.&lt;br /&gt;
Its just like the spoon. As I had mentioned earlier, "There is no spoon" means it is better to wear shoes than cover the world with carpet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I am sad that my birthday turned out to be just another day and not a special one".&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't worry, everyday is a special day for you".&lt;br /&gt;
"Which is another way of saying no day is".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So why a concept called "There Is No Spoon"?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Learning to walk with shoes is quite a long process.&lt;br /&gt;
And realizing that you don't have to dodge bullets takes you to a totally different level where you and earthlings, differ drastically. I just can't stand them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, having realized all these, here I am, typing this post. And what do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The transformation of the transformation begins...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also this post is dedicated to that Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for letting me realize that it is time for me to start my journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was the fifth time today. When answered, all Tarun could hear was a girl screaming loud, after which a ghostly female voice says "Give it back. Give back what you took from me".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Accompanied with Tarun was Richard. They both shared their flat for the time being as Tarun was searching for a job.&lt;br /&gt;
All they could remember is where they had seen the number making this crank call.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was written in an old abandoned house, an advertisement for a job opening in web design.&lt;br /&gt;
They found this house when Richard, Neha, Auraya and Tarun had gone to an hill station for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
Since Tarun was unemployed and a techy, he noted down the number.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though everyone was against it, conveying the fact that a web designing job offer in an abandoned house inside a forest in a remote hill station was awkward, Tarun was assertive that he did make a note of it.&lt;br /&gt;
He tried calling it, but all he could get was 'not reachable' message.&lt;br /&gt;
After that, the girls wanted to take a tour of the house, since they had the entire day with them.&lt;br /&gt;
Whilst touring, Auraya found an antique vase. She is an antique collector and wanted it so badly. Richard and Neha, being superstitious, were against it.&lt;br /&gt;
But Auraya, adamant in nature, took it with her.&lt;br /&gt;
Then having toured and explored the entire house, they left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a great vacation, they all returned home.&lt;br /&gt;
A few weeks later, Tarun started getting missed calls from the same advertisement number.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, Tarun lost his patience. When called back it only said 'not reachable'.&lt;br /&gt;
So instead, Tarun messaged the number asking who she was and what was taken from her.&lt;br /&gt;
After some 10 messages came a reply.&lt;br /&gt;
Sender being "Unknown Number" it said,&lt;br /&gt;
"Give back what you took. Give it back or thy shall pay".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tarun could not believe what he just saw, so he called the rest and showed them the message.&lt;br /&gt;
Richard and Neha were convinced that it was a spirit and it needed the vase, that Auraya took from that house. But Auraya said she did not have the vase with her as she gave it to the caretaker who worked in the cottage they had stayed, as he was in deep financial trouble, living alone and having no relatives or friends to help him, he said the money he could get selling that vase, could settle his loans.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Auraya was sure that, it may not be the case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This freaked out Richard and Neha more.&lt;br /&gt;
But Tarun, sitting at the corner of the room thinking deep, being practical and a non believer, was against the perception of Richard and Neha.&lt;br /&gt;
He wanted to investigate further about the sender.&lt;br /&gt;
Being quite familiar with technology and programming, he was able to crack his phone and reveal the number that sent the message.&lt;br /&gt;
He found out that it was the same number.&lt;br /&gt;
Having a few friends in the mobile company, he was able to trace to the owner of the number.&lt;br /&gt;
He then came to know that the number was registered to a guy called Muthu Kumar. Tarun then realized that it was the caretaker of the cottage they had stayed during their vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
Tarun then called the cottage landline and reached the caretaker. He found out that he had borrowed Muthu Kumar's scarf during the vacation and had forgot to give it back. He said he tried calling Tarun, but every time he heard a girl saying something. Believing it to be a cross talk he messaged Tarun saying he wanted his scarf back as he could not afford a new one. So he requested Tarun to courier it.&lt;br /&gt;
Tarun still had it with him in his room, so he said he will send it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Time passed. An year later, everyone planned another vacation and they decided to go to the same place as they still had a few places to visit.&lt;br /&gt;
When they reached there, Tarun enquired about the caretaker and was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;
It seemed the caretaker was found hanging in his room with his cell phone in his hand. The manager also said, Muthu Kumar kept telling about a girl who called to his number everyday, screams and says something that he could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;
On further enquiry, Tarun found that the caretaker had used the same scarf that Tarun had sent, and hung himself 2 days after Tarun had sent it.&lt;br /&gt;
And he also came to know that, the police had found a message in his cell phone which read -&lt;br /&gt;
"Return what you took from me, or thy shall pay" from the same number that Tarun had got a call from.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Word Count - 786 or 787 (lazy to count from first again :P)&lt;br /&gt;
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I then somehow came to know that, they get astonished by the creation of the world. They feel so amused by nature and world that, the moment they think about god who created these, they can do nothing but cry.&lt;br /&gt;
I used to think that there was nothing to be admired and that everything was just normal.&lt;br /&gt;
But recently there is a difference in myself.&lt;br /&gt;
I get amused whenever I become aware of what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;
Try imagining it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
You sit in front of the computer reading this.&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine you seeing yourself from the ceiling of your room. Now keep going upwards, just like Google Earth. Keep going from your room ceiling till you reach the sky, the universe. Imagine the vastness of everything and just think how tiny you are and how unimportant you are when compared to the entire _ _ _ _ _ _ (most common answer is creation, but I guess it may not be called so).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, each and everyone feel that we are the most important being in OUR world. And we battle amongst ourself to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;
Not only us. Let it be humans or animals or birds or mammals or anything that has a life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just because we have the ability to think, we call ourself the dominant species of the planet let alone the universe.&lt;br /&gt;
But it may not be so. We wish to remain as the most dominant species in the planet, hence, we don't allow any other, possible threats, to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
But guess again, are we in the phase where we expected us to be? We plan, we execute. But is the result what we expect?&lt;br /&gt;
I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I ask, WHY is all these happening? I mean, all the planning, survival of the fittest etc...all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
You see something and ask why it is acting like that or maybe present in that particular place.&lt;br /&gt;
But I have not seen anyone who ask, WHY is that "something" in EXISTENCE?&lt;br /&gt;
You research on what can be done to make us live better.&lt;br /&gt;
I ask why do we exist in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;
You experiment on what is going on with the other planets, stars and find ways to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;
I ask why does the galaxy exist and why is it so far and unreachable?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A new super nova explosion resulting in the slow formation of a planet, that may somehow explain the origin of the universe. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;
You haven't even made earth a more likely place to live in without destroying it, and yet you crave to know how it works.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We do mass prayers, create mass awareness and mass movements so that people get aware of what is going on and try to help.&lt;br /&gt;
As I have said earlier, nothing can be done unless the attitude of each and every individual have changed through their "self-realization" which means they have become aware.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Philosopher Catholic Saint Augustine of Hippo from the 5th century AD, said in his days,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"I understand, that I understand".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, we have not understood it properly till now.&lt;br /&gt;
Being aware is the most highest possible portal to peace according to Zen, Tao and other religions and it takes quite some effort to understand how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
Having realized it, now I say I am aware that I am aware.&lt;br /&gt;
So it definitely means there is something beyond the awareness preached by these religions. What is it and why is it?&lt;br /&gt;
Here's is a scientific proof -&lt;br /&gt;
It is said that we use only 5% of our brains. It's a false fact.&lt;br /&gt;
Now it is proved that we are aware of only 5% of whatever is going in our brain.&lt;br /&gt;
Source - BBC Knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So there must be something beyond our level of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;
So what the hell is going on with us and why?&lt;br /&gt;
Science teaches you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
Philosophy teaches you how to do it, practically.&lt;br /&gt;
Religion teaches you how to do it, ritually.&lt;br /&gt;
But I haven't seen anything that answers the question "Why?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Until then, all we, well, I can say to console for the unknown fact is the evergreen quote. &lt;br /&gt;
"I am, that I am".&lt;br /&gt;
Meaning, I exist because I do. It's quote that Jesus always answers when asked who he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001936036631636581-7603629017984891967?l=chefdro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can fully dismantle it for travel purposes.. runs on any Indian road. but NOT an atv.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the difference between other manufacturers from India or abroad who make these kinda travel scooters, well, buy them and try riding them in Indian roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001936036631636581-3569541485399398104?l=chefdro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Note - These are secondary data. They are just references for comparison and not to be taken legally or personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Independence Struggle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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America -&lt;br /&gt;
Got independence from Great Britain, on July 2, 1776.&lt;br /&gt;
July 4th, was declared as Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;
American revolution was on the late half of the 18th century in which 13 colonies from North America wanted to break free from the British Empire and join to become United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;
On July 4th 1886, the 50th anniversary of the American Independence was celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Major religion - Christianity which accounts to about 78% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;
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Major language spoken  - English.&lt;br /&gt;
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Russia -&lt;br /&gt;
Independence day - 12th June celebrated from 1990.&lt;br /&gt;
The Russian Revolution, in 1917, resulted to become the major influence for the rise of the super power.&lt;br /&gt;
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Japan -&lt;br /&gt;
Independence was declared on 660 BC by Emperor Jimmu.&lt;br /&gt;
It was formally recognized in 1873 by Emperor Meiji.&lt;br /&gt;
Actually it was never under rule by any other Empire. So it cannot be said that it got independence (Source - Internet).&lt;br /&gt;
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Major religion - About 96% of the population follow Shinto Buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;
Major language spoken - Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;
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China -&lt;br /&gt;
Republic of China, declared so, in 1911.&lt;br /&gt;
It was declared somewhere in that year but not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
Later it was declared People's Republic of China on 2 dec, 1949, and the independence day was declared to be on October 1.&lt;br /&gt;
Religion followed - Majority is Buddhism and Tao.&lt;br /&gt;
Minority (roughly 10-13%) is Islam, Confucianism.&lt;br /&gt;
Major language spoken - Chinese&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
India, Incredible India -&lt;br /&gt;
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India, independence 15th august 1947.&lt;br /&gt;
It was possible only because of Mahatma Ghandhi, who introduced the concept of non-violence to the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Major religions - Hinduism, Buddhism, Sikhism, Islam, Christianity..&lt;br /&gt;
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Major languages spoken - Hindi, Tamil, Telugu, Sanskrit, Malayalam, Kannada, Gujarati, Rajasthani, Assamese, Bengali and other regional languages that I am sure to exist but too lazy to list it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why am I listing all these?&lt;br /&gt;
Its because of the thought in many.&lt;br /&gt;
When will India become fully developed?&lt;br /&gt;
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I say, ask the question to yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think India has grown enough to be fully developed?&lt;br /&gt;
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You say Japan, the bearer of two nuclear bombs, is fully developed.&lt;br /&gt;
America, right now which gets the most output from India, is developed.&lt;br /&gt;
China, if internet is correct, has never been under any foreign rule. So it should be developed.&lt;br /&gt;
And almost all countries surrounding India has raced India for development.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this is the fact that you say.&lt;br /&gt;
Now go read the top mentioned &lt;b&gt;'approximated'&lt;/b&gt; facts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Religion followed in these countries - 1 or maybe 2.&lt;br /&gt;
Language spoken in these countries - 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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And what about the Incredible India?&lt;br /&gt;
Religion followed - More than 5 (major religions) and some villages and rural areas have their own.&lt;br /&gt;
Language spoken - Different in each of the 28 states and union territories.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, there are common languages which are Hindi and English. But they fail to bring out the unity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We boast, saying that it is our rich cultural heritage and our diversity that makes us different and unique.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate when people say that.&lt;br /&gt;
It is our major drawback.&lt;br /&gt;
A guy from one state, fluent in his state's local language and customs, cannot go to another for a living and get accustomed there. Or at least, a bit difficult to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;
Is it like that in any other country?&lt;br /&gt;
If you cross the border, then its a different story. I'm talking within the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the technology advancements.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a small scenario.&lt;br /&gt;
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We recently launched Chandrayan. Right?&lt;br /&gt;
The one that was sent to the moon to find out whether there is any trace of water. And we were successful in that, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;
NASA sent a spaceship years ago for the same, and got the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;
We were late.&lt;br /&gt;
We celebrated after the research. I agree again we deserve the pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
According to a documentary in Discovery Channel, NASA sent a spaceship to space that bears the images of man and a woman with proper depictions of how we look, to reach out to aliens, and by now it has reached the end of the milky way galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But yes, Chandrayan was our first step.&lt;br /&gt;
And what did we do next?&lt;br /&gt;
Create our own rocket engine?&lt;br /&gt;
It blew up as soon as it took off. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Each and every nation that has sent rockets to space, all use the same Korean assembled engine. And we?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;People say dare to be different. &lt;br /&gt;
But I say, dare to be NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And, I guess, I don't need to mention about the politicians and their scams.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now maybe the scenario of the next generation where there is higher education rate.&lt;br /&gt;
Education need not be a degree or of scholastic value.&lt;br /&gt;
But rather the common knowledge of what the hell is happening.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The India, of our previous generation, were the people of the brain drain.&lt;br /&gt;
The people before that, are the current 'leaders'.&lt;br /&gt;
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Future?&lt;br /&gt;
Its our generation.&lt;br /&gt;
The generation for which the entire nation is waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;
A generation that is believed to solve all the problems.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, will we?&lt;br /&gt;
With the internet raging through every individual, each and everyone is becoming over knowledged in his/her field, as a result prohibits the brain to solve anything, simply through common sense.&lt;br /&gt;
This is our generation. The over knowledged.&lt;br /&gt;
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We know everything, but we know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
Best compliments to Google.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the future scenario?&lt;br /&gt;
I personally feel its too soon to tell.&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, its just 63 years.&lt;br /&gt;
We do have to wait it.&lt;br /&gt;
Its just 63 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE again - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All these are my views.&lt;br /&gt;
I write to feel light at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Not against any group or individual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If any faulty information is provided, then please correct me.&lt;br /&gt;
Positive &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; negative feedbacks are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have gone through all these.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
There were times where I just wanted to quit and there were times where I was left alone. There were also times where I had shoulders to cry on and where my friends would cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Giving it a proper thought, I am quite speechless about the fact that these were faced at 20. I really wonder what's next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you follow my writings then you would know how much I craved for knowledge.. About the evolution of the universe, about our (humans) evolution, about god and the list went on..&lt;br /&gt;
But I recently had a single thought, that lasted only moments, that made me realize the milestones I have crossed, and it changed a lot in me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the present moment, I feel that, the spark for more knowledge has started to fade, or maybe my perspective has changed.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I have become a bit more involved in the practical world, or maybe I got fed up of searching, or even maybe I am satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
But considering the degree of the curiosity I had, I'm quite sure that the latter and the former may not be the reason. So should be the middle one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being involved in the practical world has changed my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
As you may know I am not a big fan of changes.&lt;br /&gt;
Having crossed a major milestone in my education and heading towards the masters, things are starting to get more and more practical now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also having a big goal and my deteriorating physical health craving a greater attention, there is less time to research on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps my days ahead will change more. Maybe more and more worldly or perhaps they will get back to the state of being.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looks like I'm heading towards an area with dense fog.&lt;br /&gt;
Have to make sure that I have fog lights to see the next 200 ft. Becoming more skilled in harnessing the power of now, I'm pretty sure I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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They say its not fate that controls everything.&lt;br /&gt;
It seems we do get choices.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assuming so, we take our chances and make our choice.&lt;br /&gt;
We prepare ourselves for the right as well as the wrong turns.&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone around you, will criticize your choice and obviously you won't have many supporters. The brave one's continue, despite the potholes in the road not taken, believing there will be something special in that wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is usually how the story goes... And using that special something, everyone will live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me, how many people, do you know, have reached the end of the road not taken? Maybe a few might have made it to the end, but not all. Most of them would drop out, at the idea stage, after criticisms... Some would urge on, of which a few would give up after seeing the hurdles in the path...&lt;br /&gt;
The remaining proceed to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of those might even be you.&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be the dropouts, failures or the successors.&lt;br /&gt;
If you are them, then you might know the psychological and emotional disturbances that may occur, where you realize, physical pain is better.&lt;br /&gt;
You may call it stress. I call it emotional disturbance. There is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;
Stress occurs when doing things for the sake others.&lt;br /&gt;
Emotional disturbance occurs when you things for the sake of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Overcoming these disturbances may be a bit of an overload to you.&lt;br /&gt;
It may even question the genuineness of your decision.&lt;br /&gt;
I have already said, "You can't see past the choices you don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;
Well, making the choice is the question here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you believe in fate then you might ask, how do you make the choice if its already been decided?&lt;br /&gt;
I can argue saying "You have already made the choice, you have come here to understand it".&lt;br /&gt;
But it's not that convincing.&lt;br /&gt;
This quote might prove that everything is pre-programmed. Seeing how things work, you will tend to go against the pre-programmed concept.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is because the world we live in is so practical, that you might believe it's like the euphoria game engine. Things happen on the fly depending upon your choices. No pre-programming of the actions and reactions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assuming that to be the scenario, being used to get brochures containing step-by-step instructions for the products we buy, we will be craving to have a proper guidance to calculate the aftermath for the choices we took.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To choose or not to choose.&lt;br /&gt;
To pursue your dreams or to play it safe?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I opted for the choice not taken and here I am, saying...&lt;br /&gt;
"We were raised to make our own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;
Well...Are we?".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm guessing it as a glitch in Symbian OS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's NOKIA for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of these portraits will be the last known incarnations, Krishna and Rama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was just roaming around the house feeling bored...&lt;br /&gt;
I came by this particular portrait of Krishna... Then, I realized that all of the "Gods" portrayed, are done so in such a beautiful way...&lt;br /&gt;
Take a male god, and he will be the perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;
Take a female god, and she will be the perfect women.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I moved, and came to the mirror, fixed pretty close to the painting, and then I saw the ugliest thing, compared to the figures which were present in the painting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It, really, may be the dumbest, stupidest thinking in the entire human race, but I personally feel jealous of the physical structures of the god...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Myths and epic tell of their great deeds and how they attracted everyone by their astonishing physique and destroyed the evil, which persisted in their era, using their incredulous power...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then, comparing them to us, (read god's horcrux, as to why), all that we are left with, is the weak and the ugly. (Even if you ask a 10 time miss universe, she'll tell you she is not perfect when compared to her competitor).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand that the reason why the gods portrayed, are done so beautifully... It is because their inner-self is pure, which persists without any disorientation...&lt;br /&gt;
But, I, somehow, still have the grudge against it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why is that the god is so B-E-A-utiful, and the earthlings ugly?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yea, yea...&lt;br /&gt;
It’s the inside character that matters and not the outside as the supreme don't have a physical structure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If yes, then tell me why are you so obsessed to wear new clothes every season? I knew people who change their dress 3 times a day...&lt;br /&gt;
I even knew a few from the "ROYAL SOCIETY" who never wear the same, more than once...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The only good part in me is my face and my hair, which I admire most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;
The rest of the body is total chaos (Google "muscular dystrophy" under images).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If everything in this world is controlled by fate, then I'm pretty sure that, I'm made to have this thought in my mind, by the forces around and inside me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it's our inner mind that has been portrayed in the human form, then why not do so, as practical and as natural as that.&lt;br /&gt;
It is really interesting to know that we are dependent on such ever changing mind, to live our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is true that, we all look upwards wondering when will, god come down and help us be better. But we fail to realize its god who is waiting...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not obsessed with this thought, but it keeps coming up each and every time I come around that particular painting and cross the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ugly earthling...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the only thing I've learnt till now is,&lt;br /&gt;
It's not the way you LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;
It's the WAY you look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are the events..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First dream.&lt;br /&gt;
It was around 9 in the night..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was in the car with those long lost occupants of my life..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were headed to some place..&lt;br /&gt;
Some place in the city outskirts where an old building that looked like a temple/monastery..&lt;br /&gt;
A kind of place where only a few lived..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, when we reached there, we were chatting for sometime..&lt;br /&gt;
We stayed there for about 10-15 minutes.. &lt;br /&gt;
After that we left, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in different directions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ironically, after we separated, i was able to walk, properly, again.. Wasn't crippling..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then i woke up and found that it was raining cats and dogs... thunders and lightnings everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;
Took me some time to realize it was just a dream..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now, i am not sure whether to take this dream as a good one or a bad one..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If its a good one, does that mean that i will get back those long lost occupants?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If its a bad one, then does that mean i am never going to meet those long lost occupant again?&lt;br /&gt;
Or does that mean i will be alright physically, but only, if i let go those, who taught me to live?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It took me some while to cope up with life after everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;
But dreams like this keeps showing up, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dream 2.&lt;br /&gt;
1 of those long lost occupants stayed back (i guess you would know which by now).&lt;br /&gt;
It was the one, so desperate to leave.&lt;br /&gt;
But it stayed back saying it will be with me for another year or two as a temporary decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You might not know how happy i was, in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;
And to think that, there is gonna be another year or 2 of non-loneliness, made the top.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And right now you will be having the pretty obvious question for the answer is,&lt;br /&gt;
NO.&lt;br /&gt;
I did not think of those people before i went to bed, as a matter of fact, i didn't even think about them for quite long while, as i was a little held up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that is why my mind portrayed this dream.&lt;br /&gt;
Or maybe something else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how deep i think, i can never understand fully.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps that is what, is wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although i am quite sure of 1 possible factual reason,&lt;br /&gt;
they all left without saying "GOODBYE",&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, 'The' thing that makes me happy is that,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I get to see them in my dream, at least.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alone physically because I'm psychologically alone always..&lt;br /&gt;
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I prefer to be left out most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;
The first and practical reason would be, got used to it from childhood..&lt;br /&gt;
The actual reason is that there is a difference in the level of thoughts between me and others which may result in conflicts..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But today, my parents were out... So I had the house all to myself..&lt;br /&gt;
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They say that a person's character is best shown when he/she happens to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess it may be right, as to whatever you do whilst alone, comes from your conscious state of mind, which is not present when you are surrounded by people..&lt;br /&gt;
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Because when you are surrounded by people, your mind will tend to project a different image depending on the quality of your company..&lt;br /&gt;
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How about me?&lt;br /&gt;
I have seen only two types of people so far..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People with whom i enjoy being with and negligible amount of people who enjoy my presence..&lt;br /&gt;
Since that don't happen often, i prefer to be left out..&lt;br /&gt;
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Last time i was alone, came to the living room.. Switched on the centralized air conditioning and the ps3 and watched full high definition transformers 2 with surround sound..&lt;br /&gt;
Before that.. A bit of mischief (come on, i was alone..) and then played on the pc..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But today?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
None of the above..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was watching tv and suddenly thoughts started floating..&lt;br /&gt;
I remembered that particular day (you'd know which by now)..&lt;br /&gt;
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I still get upset and get low when i feel that, i am not going to see those long lost occupants again.. &lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how much i try to deviate, there are still things that keep reminding me of the past incidents..&lt;br /&gt;
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I am really not sure why, but as i type i feel really desperate to talk to those...&lt;br /&gt;
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But occasionally, once in a blue moon, if i ever happen to chat with those, i feel why should i? After all the pain that i have gone through, why on earth would i want to talk to them.. And even, above all this, if i convince myself to chat, i feel demotivated that, what if my feelings won't be returned..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's a fact that if your mind says something and your heart says something, you should always follow your heart as it knows what you truly want..&lt;br /&gt;
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Its the same situation right now for me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1 says talk, other says don't..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But things would be much better if i am able to differentiate which says which..&lt;br /&gt;
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These thoughts happened whilst alone.. And for the record, these thoughts lasted only a few minutes....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
People whom you wanna BE with and people whom you want to LIVE with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Too bad people mix this up and end up in chaos..&lt;br /&gt;
I say this because I have done it and gone through the ugly consequences..&lt;br /&gt;
Till now I have only one guy who is worth to live with (just in case, "as a roommate")..&lt;br /&gt;
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The next question is..&lt;br /&gt;
How do you differentiate?&lt;br /&gt;
Well, you have to do it like old school.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Get to know the person..&lt;br /&gt;
Try to be with him/her in your room for at least a day, which may not necessarily be a sleepover..&lt;br /&gt;
Watch their activities..&lt;br /&gt;
See how they react to the things in your room..&lt;br /&gt;
Hang out with them..avoid going to the movies or to the games etc..&lt;br /&gt;
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You can always go watch movies, hit the mall, go to the match..&lt;br /&gt;
Instead do something where you would have a personal interaction with your partner..&lt;br /&gt;
I suggest you hang out in your room would be the best, as there is nothing in this world that knows you better than the walls of your room..&lt;br /&gt;
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If you can do that, then you will understand who is who..&lt;br /&gt;
After that it will be easy for you..&lt;br /&gt;
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If you keep doing that then you will come to a state where whomever you meet in your life, you will know the next minute, who are they..&lt;br /&gt;
And also you will come to a state, where you will be alone amongst a group and at the same time, you will feel surrounded by lots, whilst alone..&lt;br /&gt;
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Try it..&lt;br /&gt;
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You got nothing to loose..&lt;br /&gt;
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If you don't, then you will experience total chaotic confusion which, who knows, may even make things worse for you..&lt;br /&gt;
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damn i wish i studied there.. no wonder there course fees is so high..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Its on that day I learnt how to handle things like these.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though I screwed up the situation, after that i am being told many stories of various people's encounters and how they desperately need someone to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;
What do I do then?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This, I know that what I hear is not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;
I know that i am not going through it but i need to help them overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;
So i will be thinking for them.&lt;br /&gt;
But will i be affected by their problem.&lt;br /&gt;
No (I actually did, when involving for the first person who approached me).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But right now its not like that.&lt;br /&gt;
I can bear any degree of problems and still not get affected.&lt;br /&gt;
How?&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I said above.&lt;br /&gt;
Its not me who is going through that problem..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In easier words to understand..&lt;br /&gt;
Even though its you who is listening to them and its you who is gonna think for them putting yourself in their shoes its definitely not you experiencing it..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its always been around you..&lt;br /&gt;
Its you who went past the stones on the platform when you go to school..&lt;br /&gt;
Its you who experienced the environment around you..&lt;br /&gt;
Its you who were there when you got hurt and its you who experienced the pain..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And last but not least its you who is going to go through the rest of your life..&lt;br /&gt;
And no matter what you do no one can experience for you..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
There are people whom you think are there for you..&lt;br /&gt;
Someone to dependent on..&lt;br /&gt;
Someone to take care of you..&lt;br /&gt;
But will they go through for you?&lt;br /&gt;
No.&lt;br /&gt;
And what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;
That we are dependent on them..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well.. Are we?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If yes then answer this..&lt;br /&gt;
People surrounding us take care of us when we are awake..&lt;br /&gt;
But who takes care of us when we are asleep?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are just thrown here. A world full of chaos.. but we somehow manage to reach the shore learning to accept things the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;
Its that supreme energy who takes care of us and its that supreme energy who will take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How do i use this to help others?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again its not me who is having the problem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you realize this then being a spectator to other people's problems you will see the situation in a totally different way.&lt;br /&gt;
And when you do that you will know what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For example,&lt;br /&gt;
Lets say a house is on fire..&lt;br /&gt;
The owner of the house is running here and there without knowing what to do next as, in his shoes, he may even think that its doomed (just assume he is dumb)..&lt;br /&gt;
If you see the house then the first thing you will do is call 911. Then you go and help the man to put out the fire until help arrives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Understand?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So next time someone comes to you, dont just tell him to step off and dont get it to you heart..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead solve it by being a witness to the situation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I insist that you solve it because there is a saying that "Helping others is like helping yourselves".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Help yourself?&lt;br /&gt;
You will be looking into others problems and arrive at the results. So next time that situation happens to you, you definitely know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perfect example..&lt;br /&gt;
Case studies.&lt;br /&gt;
There you do it for knowledge and money..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here you do it for happiness..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And always remember,&lt;br /&gt;
all the problems that we undergo are just a phase that we have to go through in life so that we get more matured and understand what we are missing.&lt;br /&gt;
By the time you realize that we are missing something we start to search for it.&lt;br /&gt;
And then we finally find that we miss nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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A proper post..&lt;br /&gt;
I have been quite busy learning how things today work..&lt;br /&gt;
Now I can build, maintain and support your servers and programmes and also I can record, maintain and evaluate your financial databases..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes..&lt;br /&gt;
I now officially hold a degree for embedded systems as well as a commerce degree.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But these things apart.&lt;br /&gt;
Making myself busy killed my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
I guess by now you would have understood what thinking relates to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to boast but i can't proceed without briefing my situation.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been considered a great person by many these days..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not sure for what exactly.&lt;br /&gt;
The reason they give, how can i achieve things of an engineering graduate having a commerce background.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But each and everytime i hear them praise, i kinda get the awkward feeling..&lt;br /&gt;
There is hell lot to accomplish and i have done nothing regarding that and they praise for something that's not even 5% of my goals..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My goals..&lt;br /&gt;
Path is known from the highway.. but me??&lt;br /&gt;
still roaming in the inskirts..&lt;br /&gt;
And i am pretty damn sure that i don't know how to reach the highway..&lt;br /&gt;
And i definitely know without me paving the path i cant reach it..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But now having set up a very short term goals, well lets make that 2 short term goals, things are working out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But are the happenings good?&lt;br /&gt;
No..&lt;br /&gt;
My hero (dad) got an accident and cracked his hip.. And whilst recovering slipped on the floor again and made things worse.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My angel (mom) is doing all she can to help him recover..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty much sure that i don't have a clue where am i headed to..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All i want to say from now on is..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its been good!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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