<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830097174415747066</id><updated>2024-03-08T17:32:16.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ēkākī </title><subtitle type='html'>all about u and ur time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anand Vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17393581257830968024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIna2lEK6Y5X83XpmyjwNs5MTGKmmLv2bhmlkOwnQHXXNUhkemXsn1Ea79bkQ4t_uTrs49EIjWhpbBT3uv_Bp82pGfMjWi7Sj1pKkhxoGyVW5tIz9cqYGnnNCFuV9HIA/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830097174415747066.post-1121669408441900912</id><published>2013-05-10T08:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-05-10T08:51:04.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RUN - Shall we ? Lets learn to walk first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Har subah ke saath shaam aata hai, humein har waqt koi kaam yaad aata hai..... yaadon se kitna khele hum aankh micholi, humaari band aankhon ne bhi humaara saath chodd diya.... &lt;br&gt;
Idhar udhar jaana , har pal processor ko engage rakhna, unwanted commands dena , CPU bhi Fred up Hoke hang ho jaata hai...they have been craving for shift delete.&lt;br&gt;
Hum shayad safal hote hain apne khayalon ko bhatkaane mein, kya&amp;#160; wakai mein khayal bhatak rahe hain ya hum ? &lt;br&gt;
Jab humaari khayalein sair karte hue shayar ki shayari ke pass pahunch jaaye tab asli ghamasaan hota hai ......&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Chahe aankhein bund ho ya khule, ya kuch bhi ... ek he jhatke mein hum apne ko us muskaan ke karz mein paatein hain jinse bhaag bhaag ke yah an talk aaye the ! &lt;/p&gt;
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vyartha toh artha ki baaton ko he darshata hai...
jis tarah mansa humaari he mann ki upaj hai !

when u think u are useless, when u consider someone useless, when u think about useless things, when u meet useless peoples....... its all we who have made them useless. Its our perception not only towards others rather to our self . As the old and wise of our home us to say that we must avoid seeing our reflection in the mirror at nite, its more or less like the same. its the same way as universe has made good and bad, day n night, light and darkness as of all being the two sides of the same coin. Thus it is only we who term any being or activity as a vyarth . i guess my wordings wud become very simple from the thesis - see if some one is lying down, lets see the different perspective if he is using those time to consummate himself in deep relaxation then his body may secrete the calm pose hormones which wud definitely rejuvenate his body and prepare it for the forthcoming tougher task. if he just manages to kick the right part of his brain then he wud certainly get the wisdom of innovativenes and creativeness to apply on his work making him perform task intelligently. THUS my friend its we who are solely responsible for giving positive and negative commands to our subconscious in the form of our perception towards any thing,being or activity performed which in turn translates into reality as an image presented by our subconscious. Because our subconscious is capable of making our thoughts as REAL </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/feeds/3666129897806069739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2013/03/vyarth-few-lines-on-vyartha-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/3666129897806069739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/3666129897806069739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2013/03/vyarth-few-lines-on-vyartha-useless.html' title='vyarth - few lines on vyartha ( useless )....... The residual secrets of subconscious '/><author><name>Anand Vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17393581257830968024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIna2lEK6Y5X83XpmyjwNs5MTGKmmLv2bhmlkOwnQHXXNUhkemXsn1Ea79bkQ4t_uTrs49EIjWhpbBT3uv_Bp82pGfMjWi7Sj1pKkhxoGyVW5tIz9cqYGnnNCFuV9HIA/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830097174415747066.post-3153809575595961672</id><published>2012-02-01T21:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-09-29T22:49:06.578+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hindi poetry on - Mann( anteratma )</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;mann ki gahraiyoon mein kabhi chalaang laga kar dekhna,
mann ke bhawon ko kabhi tatol kar dekhna ,
mann toh bas mann hi hai,
koi manzil nahi koi thekana nahi,
na to koi ise baaand sakta , na koi ise paar sakta,
hum toh bas apni soch roopi pinjre se dekhte hain is jug ko, woh toh jug ko khud mein samaye hai,
kyun bhala yeh mann mera haar kar bhi abhimaan hai,
kya yeh koi pehchaan hai ya hai chall ka saya,
mana tum shirsh ho tum shakti ho tum hi manushya ko manushya kehte ho 
par tum sesh reh jaate ho paarthiv ke saath ..
yeh to mann hai jo mere saath jata ananth tak hai !!!&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/feeds/3153809575595961672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2012/02/mann-ki-gahraiyoon-mein-kabhi-chalaang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/3153809575595961672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/3153809575595961672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2012/02/mann-ki-gahraiyoon-mein-kabhi-chalaang.html' title='hindi poetry on - Mann( anteratma )'/><author><name>Anand Vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17393581257830968024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIna2lEK6Y5X83XpmyjwNs5MTGKmmLv2bhmlkOwnQHXXNUhkemXsn1Ea79bkQ4t_uTrs49EIjWhpbBT3uv_Bp82pGfMjWi7Sj1pKkhxoGyVW5tIz9cqYGnnNCFuV9HIA/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830097174415747066.post-2567853905702465765</id><published>2011-11-27T12:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:15:07.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>27th nov 2011</title><content type='html'>what is beauty lets see 

one of my meetings with it.... 

as my train is passing by .... i&#39;m witnessing the beauty of my homeland along with the beauty 19th century gals..... my eyes felt like something very soothing...... really how to put it down is atough task ...... the beauty is pictursque...... it seems like in a burning afternoon of june a refreshing breeze passing by touching you ....early morning standing on the banks of gange&#39;s and embarcing the sunshine of the rising sun, smooth like silk, fresh like caterpillar, vibrant like rainbow....... i don know after how many days i&#39;m seing faces without plastics glossed over it n bodies draped in typical indian outfit.....( the scene was a girl holding a baby in her arms, wearing light pink salwar suit, neatly combed hairs clipped back, walking parallel to my train..... my train sluggishly passing beside her..... like the train too didn&#39;t wanted to quit the view of this legendary beauty)

one thing is very sure after this - we humans are fond of purity and classic things , however fast we may adopt to the changes but whatever changes we may bring within ourselves to match the plastic world existing outside.... but we cabt deny the fact that we still feel very comfortable in our raw natural state when our soul feels free of all boundaries.... 

some stories are best untold so let the story of caging our souls be hidden in the riddles of above lines.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/feeds/2567853905702465765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2011/11/27th-nov-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/2567853905702465765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/2567853905702465765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2011/11/27th-nov-2011.html' title='27th nov 2011'/><author><name>Anand Vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17393581257830968024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIna2lEK6Y5X83XpmyjwNs5MTGKmmLv2bhmlkOwnQHXXNUhkemXsn1Ea79bkQ4t_uTrs49EIjWhpbBT3uv_Bp82pGfMjWi7Sj1pKkhxoGyVW5tIz9cqYGnnNCFuV9HIA/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830097174415747066.post-5288888811727872135</id><published>2011-10-27T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:49:01.388+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Begining</title><content type='html'>i dont know how to begin but its alwasys good to begin... coz EACH NEW BEGINING IS AN AFFIRMATION OF CHANGE  , and change is the only persistent thing in this everchanging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moreover its the day after diwali night , which said to be the new year in hindu mythology where the win of good over evil is ceebrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we are discussing about night lets see few faces of darkness --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHEN THE NIGHT COMES IT FILLS WITH DARKNESS ALL AROUND, SPREADS D COLOUR OF FEAR . BUT THE MOMENT YOU LOOK UP IN THE SKY THOSE TWINKLING STARS AND HALF LIT MOON YOU FORGET ALL THE UGLINESS ASSOCIATED WITH NIGHT ...... IT ALL DEPENDS WHERE YOU WANT TO LOOK UPON, UP ABOVE OR DOWN AROUND YOU !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see the other face of the same darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THE SILENT AND SPEECHLESS MOONLIT NIGHT TWINKLING WITH MILLIONS OF STARS IS ALSO BARE AND RETICENT LIKE THE SAND DUNES ...... BUT THE MOMENT U START JOINING THE STARS THEY BECOME AWESOMELY BEAUTIFUL OBJECTS , WHEN YOU START MAKING NOTE OF THEIR POSITIONS THEY START SIGNIFYING TIME ...AS THE DULL AND LULL SAND DUNES WHICH ARE ALSO SIGNIFICANT IN THEIR OWN WAY. WITH ITS CHANGING POSITIONOF DUNES THEY SIGNAL AND CONFIRM THE DIRECTION OF STORMS..........&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMETHING IS UNTOLD OR UNCLEAR ITS TIME TO JOIN THE BITS AND PIECES.....&lt;br /&gt;LIFE NEVER SAYS ANYTHING ITS vvvvvvvv (WE)WHO NEEDS TO INTERPRET IT ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SILENCE IS MORE LOUD AND CLEAR AND IT PENETRATES HEART AND SOUL, AND PROPAGATES LONG &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;MUTELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/feeds/5288888811727872135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2011/10/begining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/5288888811727872135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830097174415747066/posts/default/5288888811727872135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekaakii.blogspot.com/2011/10/begining.html' title='The Begining'/><author><name>Anand Vijay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17393581257830968024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIna2lEK6Y5X83XpmyjwNs5MTGKmmLv2bhmlkOwnQHXXNUhkemXsn1Ea79bkQ4t_uTrs49EIjWhpbBT3uv_Bp82pGfMjWi7Sj1pKkhxoGyVW5tIz9cqYGnnNCFuV9HIA/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>