<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2026 16:49:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>dream</category><category>infinity</category><category>land</category><category>power</category><category>reality</category><category>10 Years</category><category>adversity</category><category>beast</category><category>blog</category><category>blood</category><category>darshan</category><category>drop</category><category>expression</category><category>growth</category><category>guilty</category><category>human</category><category>innocence</category><category>journey</category><category>pleasure</category><category>prosperity</category><category>public</category><category>tag</category><category>water</category><category>write</category><title>Let My Heart Speak</title><description>WheN EmotionS PeaK,
ThE HearT SayS,
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58 poems in English and 62 in Hindi (+ 4 in pipeline)... WoW!!!


I wrote my first poem on Karm (कर्म) in Hindi in 8th standard. It was published in the school magazine. As far as I can recall my second poem was in English on John Milton written in 9th standard. After reading his poem On His Blindness, I got instinctively motivated to write about the poet. The words just flowed.&amp;nbsp;



I am </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2014/01/journey-of-poet-in-making.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-785804522628158335</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 10:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-15T16:17:27.348+05:30</atom:updated><title>Wait</title><atom:summary type="text">
Today, I went through some of the oldest emails residing in my inbox dating 2005. All emails older than that, were deleted in conformance with the email-policy of that period.
My thoughts drifted further back in time trying to recollect the time I have been in the waiting-mode of 'this' phase of my life to end!


Yes... it all started after my 10th board exams. I got admission in a good school </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2013/02/wait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6383641376535973287</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2012 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-13T13:20:33.272+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ideas!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Ideas... Ideas... and Ideas....
It's gonna kill me or I'll die ideating.... I have no idea
Ideas are all around... very profound
Yet they are illusive...deceptive!!!

Entrepreneurship, as an Idea, is growing within me
from I do not remember when; it has been there
from eternity to eternity, I suppose!
I have tried very hard to ignore it but as
Master Oogway said in the movie Kungfu Panda
"One </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/10/ideas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-2062020249916128320</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2012 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-18T21:15:08.866+05:30</atom:updated><title>Masala Dosa &amp; Filter Coffee</title><atom:summary type="text">
Today had Masala Dosa and Filter Coffee in Ratna Sagar, a newly opened restaurant above GTB Nagar Metro Station Gate No.2. The cost is very high. Masala Dosa costs 85/- and Filter coffee 40/-! Nevertheless, I enjoyed eathing the dosa and drinking the coffee, both of which I miss very much in Delhi.&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/09/masala-dosa-filter-coffee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-7751862997462052970</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-15T20:12:01.198+05:30</atom:updated><title>Coaching vs School</title><atom:summary type="text">
Today has been like any other day- special. Special that I'd another day to life, to experience.

What did I do? In the morning I went to home-tutor a girl who is in 11th standard. She is a bright student dreaming of getting into IIT. She has joined a coaching institute. Added to it she has regular school classes to attend, assignments to do and lab journals to make. Hell lot of pressure.

Today</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/09/coaching-vs-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6235789073676263811</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2012 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-29T01:14:39.797+05:30</atom:updated><title>My Dearest Dreams</title><atom:summary type="text">

To,
My Dearest Dreams,
It is with great sorrow I have to inform you that back then and there (in some weird dimension of time and space) I lost my way into what was shown to me as reality but turned out to be illusion. Not stopping there, this illusion morphed into ever receding mirage! Even before I could realize I had already traveled some distance chasing it. I had already squandered away </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/06/my-dearest-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1475320515711990382</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-06T22:14:24.742+05:30</atom:updated><title>Future</title><atom:summary type="text">
Towards the end of April I started teaching as private tutor to 4 students, one each from 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th grade.

I left school after completing my 12th in the year 1999. All these years, after school, I was under the impression that lot of water has flown under the bridge in last 14 years, that problems faced by students now would be different for that of my time.

But in last one and </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/06/future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6624041816356920854</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 11:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-21T17:01:15.120+05:30</atom:updated><title>Houseful-2</title><atom:summary type="text">
Sheer time waste.
Wished I would have seen Vicky Donor&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/04/houseful-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1926932905749218592</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-21T00:20:08.681+05:30</atom:updated><title>Faith n Confidence</title><atom:summary type="text">

Well... What do we need in life to about it? Faith in God and confidence in self.&amp;nbsp;

Is there any thing more? I think rest every thing follows!&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/04/faith-n-confidence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-7780660156962567676</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T17:35:42.822+05:30</atom:updated><title>Kahani</title><atom:summary type="text">
Saw the movie Kahani with Shubhum, my younger brother on 20th March.
Fresh story, neatly directed, and well acted by all.
Vidya Balan is the only actress with acting substance in today's Bollywood. I am looking forward to more and more of her.
I do not like to have favorite actor or actress. But it seems my fav actor has become Amir Khan and actress is Vidya Balan. It is not that I chose but it </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/04/kahani.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-261866268549189589</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T16:43:21.038+05:30</atom:updated><title>Agneepath</title><atom:summary type="text">
Today I saw the movie Agneepath. All have done commendable job. Thought being a remake yet I feel this movie has a soul of its own. It should not be compared with the old one.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/agneepath.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-962978939375525448</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-18T19:54:54.879+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ambivalence</title><atom:summary type="text">
Thoughts can either be shared or ignored. All these days I chose to ignore them. I had no intention to write them down. Even now I do not say I've come back. I never want to come back.
We claim that we have so much to say, to share. But at the end all this saying and sharing turns out to be some creepy emotions having no face value as such. Our mind gets titillated by what we experience around </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/ambivalence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-4296975049037681704</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-26T18:11:02.343+05:30</atom:updated><title/><atom:summary type="text">Where do I belong to?&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-do-i-belong-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1770840425459030843</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-25T18:26:34.344+05:30</atom:updated><title>Heart Knows</title><atom:summary type="text">I know that my heart knows what I want to know. Unfortunately, I do not know how to know what my heart knows! It is true. It is not that I am not capable of knowing but the truth is till-date I have not fully succeeded... not even partially succeeded, so to say. My mind is a cluttered junkyard. It takes hell lot of pain to de-clutter it. I start every time and fail every time. This goes on and </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart-knows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-7238672953939250107</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-24T19:06:50.097+05:30</atom:updated><title>Present</title><atom:summary type="text">Does yesterday ever matter?
It does and it doesn't.
Yesterday is a log book of our mistakes, errors, falls, frustrations, failures, deviations, distractions... Most of these are our own creations, after all, somebody said "To err is human". In these respect yes, yesterday matters. Yesterday gives a perspective to realign our lives. Yesterday gives a reason to connect with the Self... In a way </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/present.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-3515454925371501421</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-24T18:45:57.510+05:30</atom:updated><title>I Will Change</title><atom:summary type="text">Suddenly a ton of load has descended from nowhere. I am feeling little helpless (but, somehow,&amp;nbsp; not hopeless). The load is manifestation of fear of tomorrow.
Sometimes I do think (contrary to what my college ex-roommate thinks about me) about the way I have conducted my life. At times it looks totally unplanned, aimless go. But if I look back I see myself moving, though not at full throttle </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-3050640147572891564</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-23T12:02:02.550+05:30</atom:updated><title>Black Buffaloes</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes it becomes very difficult to understand who is more incompetent; the teacher or the student (here I). Never before in my academic career I have felt so helpless with my studies as I am feeling now. My specialization is in Control Systems but things seems to be out of control for me.

Syllabus is there... teachers are there... books are there... Unfortunately, there is no coherency among</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/black-buffaloes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-5494821646578710440</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T23:29:02.165+05:30</atom:updated><title>Nothing Matters</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes nothing matters in life... absolutely nothing... it feels you should be just with yourself... all the commitments, all the relations, all the networks everything looks ephemeral...&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-matters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6055802857720588208</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-22T21:40:15.088+05:30</atom:updated><title>Written Sentences</title><atom:summary type="text">I have written a lot of rhyming sentences in my blogs Mera-Dil and HearT SpeaK. I never thought it will come this far. Secretly, I have been waiting for the thoughts to dry up. But it has not yet happened. Will it ever happen? I wonder. 
The more I write, the more it comes. </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/written-sentences.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1232724666716861449</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 12:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-02-02T15:50:33.155+05:30</atom:updated><title>Rated My Life</title><atom:summary type="text">

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:
 7.1
Mind:
 7
Body:
 6.7
Spirit:
 8.4
Friends/Family:
 4.6
Love:
 5.5
Finance:
 7.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz


</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/rated-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-5111341266840289412</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T23:26:36.530+05:30</atom:updated><title>Thoughts</title><atom:summary type="text">Hmm...
The silence inside me is giving way to my thoughts. Thoughts are poring in or are they just leaving me! Donno...
It is beautiful to watch them pass by; different shades, colors, contours, depth, height...
Everything and everywhere they are... Amazing na!!!</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1001844902707140938</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-11T19:54:50.181+05:30</atom:updated><title>Remarrying after divorce</title><atom:summary type="text">Some of my friends, after knowing that I am doing MTech, asked me that how does it feel like being a student again. My reply was "The feeling is same as during remarrying after divorce".</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/remarrying-after-divorce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-5466748497219501819</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T12:01:49.069+05:30</atom:updated><title>Holiday (Or So I Think)</title><atom:summary type="text">Semester exams are over. Now sitting in front of the laptop, blogging.</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-or-so-i-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1790003864941463837</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 10:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-27T15:52:03.675+05:30</atom:updated><title>Get up</title><atom:summary type="text">Here I am sitting in the CCN (Computing Facility) of my college. Prior to coming here I went for a long walk after a long time. It was great! The idea was to reduce my waistline (may be I was very optimistic from just one walk ;-)). Also, to gain some insight into the world I live in.


These days I am trying to wake up to the real world form my dreamland. Hopefully, I get up soon</atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-180217298717709538</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T15:43:04.434+05:30</atom:updated><title>Attitude vs Talent</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday came across a presentation given by Hasha Bhogle on Attitude vs Talent. It was very enlightening. He said that talent may take one upto a certain level. But to go beyond one has to develop the right attitude. People who have not failed and bounced back will never know what to do when faced with adversary. Winners are not born but people strive hard to become one. They have a vision, a </atom:summary><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-vs-talent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SATYAKAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>