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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 20:17:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>drop</category><category>guilty</category><category>water</category><category>reality</category><category>public</category><category>adversity</category><category>power</category><category>prosperity</category><category>growth</category><category>darshan</category><category>tag</category><category>dream</category><category>blood</category><category>write</category><category>infinity</category><category>beast</category><category>expression</category><category>10 Years</category><category>journey</category><category>blog</category><category>land</category><category>innocence</category><category>human</category><category>pleasure</category><title>Let My Heart Speak</title><description>WheN EmotionS PeaK,
ThE HearT SayS,
LeT Me SpeaK...</description><link>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LetMyHeartSpeak" /><feedburner:info uri="letmyheartspeak" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>WheN EmotionS PeaK, ThE HearT SayS, LeT Me SpeaK...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>WheN EmotionS PeaK, ThE HearT SayS, LeT Me SpeaK...</itunes:summary><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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-261866268549189589?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/8iVL9UvLcFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/8iVL9UvLcFw/agneepath.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/agneepath.html</feedburner:origLink></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>2012-01-22T19:09:57.604+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ambivalence</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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.&lt;br /&gt;
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 us. Even now I do not know what I am writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/7708868486005284968-962978939375525448?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/mClcnXHBWFI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/mClcnXHBWFI/ambivalence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/ambivalence.html</feedburner:origLink></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 /><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Where do I belong to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-4296975049037681704?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/76dPCSfBtPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/76dPCSfBtPI/where-do-i-belong-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-do-i-belong-to.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;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 will continue till eternity. Do I have that much time? Who knows! Do I have an option? No&lt;br /&gt;
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Life has no option. As the saying goes "All roads lead to Roam". We have to reach where we belong sooner or later; the choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, I'll continue to de-clutter the mind and hope that I am successful in this life itself.&lt;br /&gt;
After all, it is imperative to know what the heart knows! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-1770840425459030843?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/SkoyKdeXJTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/SkoyKdeXJTA/heart-knows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart-knows.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Does yesterday ever matter?&lt;br /&gt;
It does and it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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 yesterday forces us to think what went wrong and where to look for the answers. What we want in life may not be what we need actually! (It is really difficult to accept this.) Yesterday, practically, helps us to understand this, provided we are open-minded enough to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once the lessons are learnt yesterday remains nothing more than a fading memory... a story...&lt;br /&gt;
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But people who spend their present in the dungeons of yesterday are the people who do not love this beautiful life given by the Almighty to live in present.&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, stay in present and thus, make life a present.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-7238672953939250107?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/BUHI6zE-6wk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/BUHI6zE-6wk/present.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/present.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;
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 yet moving. I cannot say whether the pace is convincing or not. Hmmm.... It is not. Because somewhere inside me I know I am not giving myself to whatever I am at.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to change, I have to change... I will change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-3515454925371501421?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/YGL4yUy3lL0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/YGL4yUy3lL0/i-will-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-change.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;
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Syllabus is there... teachers are there... books are there... Unfortunately, there is no coherency among the three. I do not understand what teachers teach... When I refer to books I do not understand what books say! Never before words looked like black buffaloes... Worst of all the reference books are not available and those that are available are with the teachers. It is already assumed that the students are not worthy of using the librtary optimally. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-3050640147572891564?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/AVrhRogA7Cg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/AVrhRogA7Cg/black-buffaloes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/black-buffaloes.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-5494821646578710440?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/TGyoxNpHF2c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/TGyoxNpHF2c/nothing-matters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-matters.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have written a lot of rhyming sentences in my blogs &lt;a href="http://mera-dil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mera-Dil&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://deosatyakam.wordpress.com/"&gt;HearT SpeaK&lt;/a&gt;. 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. &lt;br /&gt;
The more I write, the more it comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-6055802857720588208?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/WwhoKGo2WZc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/WwhoKGo2WZc/written-sentences.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/written-sentences.html</feedburner:origLink></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>2010-12-23T18:23:40.708+05:30</atom:updated><title>Rated My Life</title><description>Just took a quiz which rates one's life. Looks good!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: #ffddbb; border: none; color: black; font: bold 16px sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-left: none; border: 1px solid #333333; color: black; font: bold 18px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border-left: none; border-right: none; border: 1px solid #333333; color: black; font: bold 18px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="148" /&gt; 7.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-right: 1px solid #333333; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="152" /&gt; 7.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-right: 1px solid #333333; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/purbar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="188" /&gt; 9.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-right: 1px solid #333333; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="176" /&gt; 8.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-right: 1px solid #333333; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="100" /&gt; 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-right: 1px solid #333333; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/redorbar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="30" /&gt; 1.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; border-right: 1px solid #333333; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding: 5px; text-align: left; width: 85px;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: none; background: #ffffff; border: none; color: black; font: bold 12px sans-serif; padding-left: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" style="border-left: none; border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="116" /&gt; 5.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: #ffeedd; border-top: 1px solid #333333; border: none; font: bold 14px sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&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/7708868486005284968-1232724666716861449?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/PeGYPKqehPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/PeGYPKqehPs/rated-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/rated-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;
The silence inside me is giving way to my thoughts. Thoughts are poring in or are they just leaving me! Donno...&lt;br /&gt;
It is beautiful to watch them pass by; different shades, colors, contours, depth, height...&lt;br /&gt;
Everything and everywhere they are... Amazing na!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-5111341266840289412?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/eyGKSnDFG3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/eyGKSnDFG3Y/thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>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".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-1001844902707140938?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/L1dPtPBgFRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/L1dPtPBgFRA/remarrying-after-divorce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/remarrying-after-divorce.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>Semester exams are over. Now sitting in front of the laptop, blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-5466748497219501819?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/aA7-SdkMs5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/aA7-SdkMs5M/holiday-or-so-i-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-or-so-i-think.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;
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These days I am trying to wake up to the real world form my dreamland. Hopefully, I get up soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-1790003864941463837?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/6IoI1AcfVEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/6IoI1AcfVEs/get-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-up.html</feedburner:origLink></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><description>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 passion and a mission.&lt;br /&gt;
Kabir's one of the couplet says it all "karat karat abhyash ke jar mati hot sujan, rasri aavat jat te sil par part nishan".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-180217298717709538?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/05mGu3DoTqI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/05mGu3DoTqI/attitude-vs-talent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitude-vs-talent.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6067247798987400266</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-04T21:26:00.129+05:30</atom:updated><title>Happy Diwali</title><description>Tomorrow is the festival of light (Deepawali). A very HappY Deepawali to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not know what to say. I can hope that a Deepawali may come some time in future (do not know whether I'll be able to see it) when in true sense the festival of light will light everyone's life. A distant hope!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to write incessantly but my thoughts and ideas seems to be jumbled up. Do not know from where to start. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-6067247798987400266?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/1mkomEgtS5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/1mkomEgtS5s/happy-diwali.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-diwali.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-842122481912914577</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T17:33:12.451+05:30</atom:updated><title>Recess</title><description>Back in the world of blogging after a refreshing recess.&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoyed 18 days vacation with the family. It was almost a year when I was with them for so long.&lt;br /&gt;
Now back to business: searching a new direction and destination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-842122481912914577?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/Zs3aM3hHXBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/Zs3aM3hHXBs/recess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/10/recess.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-7559259544789937014</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-21T17:14:40.793+05:30</atom:updated><title>Learning the hard way</title><description>What type of product we expect to come out of our schools and colleges were teachers see teaching just a job!&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am expected to learn a subject, prepare power point presentation and teach the class. Worst part is that library do not contain proper reference books. The teacher has given up saying that even he is new to the subject and "wants" to learn along with us without giving any input from his side. The onus of the subject lies on three of us. God only knows how we are going to learn this subject!&lt;br /&gt;
The motivating factor: Expect not and thou shall not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I"LL DO IT &lt;/i&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/7708868486005284968-7559259544789937014?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/lo5hoo1-Jx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/lo5hoo1-Jx4/learning-hard-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/learning-hard-way.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-8315558853557190208</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-09T11:22:10.602+05:30</atom:updated><title>Just Do It</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday I wrote &lt;a href="http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-time.html"&gt;Right Time.&lt;/a&gt; I was not sure of myself then (and so am I today). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;But today I came across four guiding principles of life: Courage, Confidence, Will and Faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Courage to take the untrodden path,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confidence that I can trod on the path, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will to move ahead fighting all odds and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Faith in the Almighty as the guiding force.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have nothing new to say. The slogan of Nike reverberates in my ears &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUST DO IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/7708868486005284968-8315558853557190208?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/qwcUlFNYh9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/qwcUlFNYh9E/just-do-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-do-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6248683522883599533</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-08T17:50:56.840+05:30</atom:updated><title>Right Time</title><description>Everything has a right time. Many of my friends have followed the right course. Completed their education, got a job. Now getting married to settle down. Some have even moved a step further; parent-in-waiting!&lt;br /&gt;
The inevitable question comes: where am I?&lt;br /&gt;
On a philosophical note sometime back I wrote&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where am I or&lt;br /&gt;
where I am not?&lt;br /&gt;
Where am the Universe&lt;br /&gt;
or just a dot?&lt;br /&gt;
Where am alone&lt;br /&gt;
or one in lot?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But reality is no-philosophy. But I have no answer too. People take charge and guide the course of history of their life. I have not yet learnt the art. Most of my friends have accepted the reality and moved on. But I could not. It is not that I do not want to but somehow I could not.&lt;br /&gt;
Is it that I do not know what I want! It is more of an expression than a question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-6248683522883599533?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/mfzAphqv2Bs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/mfzAphqv2Bs/right-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-6099488793349840683</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-02T18:21:47.287+05:30</atom:updated><title>Long Hiatus</title><description>I have been on a kind-of forced vacation from blogging; still I do not know whether I am really back :-)&lt;br /&gt;
Life has moved on. Now I am pursuing MTech from NIT Kurukshetra in Control Systems.&lt;br /&gt;
One thing that has rally wondered me and made me think:whatever I have wanted I have got in life. But by the time I have received it I have lost the interest in it. I do not know whether this happens with me or is common with others.&lt;br /&gt;
Does it mean Nature is very generous in giving but also strict: it wont give what we want when we want but when it is really needed.&lt;br /&gt;
My coming to Kurukshetra was not a conscious decision. I was preparing to get into IIT for MTech. I was striving hard but then something happened 2-3 months before the exam that I could not study. It was the time when suddenly I lost interest in the real world. Was being carried away in some remote world, I do not know where. In this suspended state of mind I gave the exam without thinking of the consequences. Results came out and my rank was very poor. I almost lost hope that I'll get admission this time in any of the IITs and it was true. Someone suggested me to apply in the NITs and I did. NIT Kurukshetra was not at all in my cards. Somehow I did not wanted to apply here... again I do not know why!&lt;br /&gt;
But the reality is that I got admission only here... and that too in the subject I wanted to pursue, Control System.&lt;br /&gt;
Was my destiny delayed by my seer inaction or not the adequate amount of action? The later seems to be true. I have to come out of the inactive state and respect whatever I have, build upon it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Probably this is what even God wants from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-6099488793349840683?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/hWXqYi3_-XY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/hWXqYi3_-XY/long-hiatus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-hiatus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-5576760242214476924</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T15:22:15.214+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Road of Life</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Journey through the road of life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is a walk on the edge of knife.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Focused and engaged we may cross,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lose them and it may cut across.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith and confidence are must,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shun them; life-bubbles are burst.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walk is not rough,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our manifestations make it tough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;The thought may go on and on…&lt;br /&gt;
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Some time back I was thinking about problems we face in life. What are these problems? This question took me to my school days. I could very easily co-relate. Initially I was taught the alphabets, the numbers…then came the words, simple arithmetic problems… followed by sentences, tougher problems… and the complexity increased. Isn’t life same too?&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing that I have understood about Nature (or God or whatever we may call) is that EVOLUTION and nothing but EVOLUTION is its (avoiding gender controversy  ) ONE and ONLY agenda. Whenever Nature feels that we need to move ahead, learn new lessons it blesses us with “the problems”, we hate the most. We are left with no option but to face. Worst… there is no escaping. Till we master what Nature wants us to master, the problem will recur again and again in different forms.&lt;br /&gt;
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No one remains the same before and after the arrival of pain (or problems). The title of a very popular self help book says it all “Tough Times Never Last But Tough People Do”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nature wants us to accept life in totality; learn to except the good, and the bad too, with ease. This is possible, I believe, with Faith in the Almighty and Confidence in the Self.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then, is it not life all about choices we make? We can choose to be happy in the grimmest of situation and other way round. This I have seen in my life very clearly. I graduated with engineering degree… got placed in a MNC (a dream job for many of my friends)… drawing a handsome salary (among the highest in my batch)… and here I was miserable: always tensed, my blood pressure going high, could not sleep… always restless. Today, I have no job… no income… have registered for Masters (after facing intense competition)… the future is uncertain… BUT I AM HAPPY. I sleep well… get up with “an expectation from the self and hope from the world”… thank God for this life (an opportunity worth cherishing for)&lt;br /&gt;
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My Spiritual Mentor gave a very beautiful suggestion. He said that Never try to quit anything bad (or bads) in you. It is stressful and frustrating process. But the BEST thing is to add as many good as you can and a time will come when the bad (or bads) will automatically leave. A good analogy could be adding new items in our small room: to make space for them we need to throw out the not-so-necessary ones. &lt;br /&gt;
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At the end… as always so now… these “speech” is my HearT’s SpeaK, mind just gave them words!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708868486005284968-5576760242214476924?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/ijEHcup8P5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/ijEHcup8P5U/road-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-8376919820180083026</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 11:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-19T16:54:59.028+05:30</atom:updated><title>Wait and Watch</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coming days are going to be hectic and probably, if things go as planned then life will embark upon a new voyage in a new sea, like the sailors of the bygone centuries braving natural furies to find new waters and new grounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For now it is just a wait and watch and act when time permits&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&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/7708868486005284968-8376919820180083026?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/HCppLbHrBNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/HCppLbHrBNk/wait-and-watch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/wait-and-watch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-1752855498575132686</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-15T14:06:13.043+05:30</atom:updated><title>Guilty/Innocence</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Thank u very much&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeebeanmusings.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/a-tiny-feather-on-the-cap/" mce_href="http://coffeebeanmusings.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/a-tiny-feather-on-the-cap/" title="Aishoo's"&gt;Aishoo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for tagging me. This is my 2nd G&amp;amp;I question series (first time being tagged by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://maverickshree.wordpress.com/2010/05/20/whos-innocent-anyway/" mce_href="http://maverickshree.wordpress.com/2010/05/20/whos-innocent-anyway/" title="Shree's"&gt;Shree&lt;/a&gt;). Some of the answers "improved"....hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asked someone to marry you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Aisi kismat kahan (No luck yet :()!!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. Many times: my brothers...(After all&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOSTANA&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;not allowed ;-))&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Danced on a table in a bar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. A dream yet to live...hayyyeeee&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a baggage of lie. Beware.hehehehe&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kissed a picture?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. In dreams (this doesn't count as guilty, I guess)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. Do 5PM falls within 24 hr clock?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uhhhhhhhhh....umpteen times&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Held a snake?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. After watching guys flirting with snakes in Nat Geo n Animal Planet....Hmmmm I can think of it some day :P&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Been suspended from school?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Always feared being thrown out... therefore behaved!!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am diet freak... my conscience would not have allowed to do so!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stolen from a store?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. Not yet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Been fired from a job?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. Not exactly&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Done something you regret?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have regretted so much that even regret is a small term..hahahhaha :P&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;many a times&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is it same as keeping ice cream on the tongue? Then Yes Guilty&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kissed in the rain?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nope (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually kissed the rain&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_style="font-weight: normal;" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Please do not make anything out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sat on a roof top?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Main, meri tanhai and roof top (I, my loneliness and roof top...&amp;nbsp;Inseparable&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn’t?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. I din't have the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Golden&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;opportunity to kiss (in right earnest and passion ;-))&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sang in the shower?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. I am a Shower singer...lllalalalalllololololalalalala&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. Who can dare to to that to ME???&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shaved your head?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty –&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Almost guilt in first year of engineering as ragging protocol (it was called 1st degree cut):P&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Had a boxing membership?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am an ardent follower of Gandhi when it come to violence even in sports....:)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Made a girlfriend cry?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This is the reason I still do not have a GF :(&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Been in a band?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. band of fata dhol&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shot a gun?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;on balloons&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Donated Blood?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. I strongly feel that as soon as the blood is taken out from me.... I'll need it back ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Compltely non-veggy turned veggy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eaten cheesecake? I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nnocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;What is this?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm..... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh....Aaaaaaaaa..uhuhuhu....oooooppppssss..!!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Have/had a tattoo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;For me tattoo is taboo :P&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This question is making me little emotional...Blush..blush blush...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Been too honest?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Can't help it...God is watching&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ruined a surprise?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;do not remember ever doing this&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. many times&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Erased someone in your friends list?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;not exactly.. but didnot respond to his friend request&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. there are many eager bodies to do that... then why take the pain!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Joined a pageant?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. Nope...but there is hope :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;by married girls&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;while the single ones standing by their side and staring at me&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;blankly&lt;/b&gt;....&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;pathetic&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Had communication with your ex?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. I do not assume x, y,z (as done in algebra)... I believe in&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;SOLID FIGURES&lt;/b&gt;..hehehehehehhahahahahahahhohohohoho ;-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Got totally drunk on the night before exam?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drank 10 cups of coffee before my electrical machines exams in 3rd semester of engineering and didn't sleep whole night... the next day in examination hall the experience was similar to being drunk. ;-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Got totally angry that you cried so hard?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. As a child many times.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Now its tagging time again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Honoring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeebeanmusings.wordpress.com/"&gt;Aishoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://maverickshree.wordpress.com/"&gt;Shree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/"&gt;Trisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theonlycin.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokensally.wordpress.com/"&gt;BrokenSally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7708868486005284968-1752855498575132686?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/sXEa40qUCGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/sXEa40qUCGU/guiltyinnocence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/guiltyinnocence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708868486005284968.post-4428327758659933263</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-14T15:01:26.552+05:30</atom:updated><title>Life is a Search</title><description>From past few days a thought is lingering in mind day and night: life is a search. Taking forward I already wrote few lines in my English (&lt;a href="http://deosatyakam.wordpress.com/2010/06/13/life/"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;) and Hindi (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mera-dil.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_12.html"&gt;जिंदगी&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&amp;nbsp;poetry blogs&amp;nbsp;but the incompleteness is quite evident.&amp;nbsp;Is this because the search is still on? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Life is a never ending search for an end. How, when, where are questions which each one has to find for oneself. There is no one right answer. Neither there is one right path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all carry our own pasts with us. We ourselves have to unburden. Life is an iterative process of unlearning and learning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one glance everything I have said above looks disjoint. But it is not so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a question and we start searching for the answer. By the time we find the answer the question loses its significance. The answer in itself becomes a question and the search starts all over again till the life ends on this physical plane.&amp;nbsp;If life is considered to be a form of energy then end of life in one plane is a beginning in another plane. May be the search which was incomplete in previous plane starts afresh in next plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A never ending search!&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/7708868486005284968-4428327758659933263?l=letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~4/RZF79b1BL0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMyHeartSpeak/~3/RZF79b1BL0w/life-is-search.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Satya Kam)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://letmyheartspeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-search.html</feedburner:origLink></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

