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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:05:38 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Personal</category><category>traveling</category><category>World Politics</category><category>dancing</category><category>Thoughts</category><category>Photography</category><category>Film</category><category>writing</category><category>love</category><category>inspiration</category><category>lyrics</category><category>poems</category><category>life</category><title>When there is Nothing to Say...</title><description>......................................................................... I close my eyes and think of you.</description><link>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</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/blogspot/OpenMind" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/openmind" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-7923850052707350900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T00:19:16.036+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - Untitled</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel and know that I am missing something....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wq86q4ZYMVM?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-7923850052707350900?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/DibcBkx4dzc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/DibcBkx4dzc/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/wq86q4ZYMVM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2011/08/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-9164170094365745329</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-27T23:36:31.565+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Her decaying soul cry with pain...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To be happy or to be sad&lt;br /&gt;
She doesn't know anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;
She feels nothing&lt;br /&gt;
or may be feels everything&lt;br /&gt;
But she doesn't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her heart is burning inside out&lt;br /&gt;
And tears won't run down from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;
and the fear and sadness builds inside.&lt;br /&gt;
It is too much to bare&lt;br /&gt;
that much she know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's like she's not there anymore&lt;br /&gt;
That she's floating in the univers&lt;br /&gt;
unseen and unheard,&lt;br /&gt;
Like she has become an inconstant&lt;br /&gt;
instead of the constant she should be.&lt;br /&gt;
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And she waits and waits&lt;br /&gt;
And it's a never ending longing&lt;br /&gt;
she looks far ahead&lt;br /&gt;
and sees nothing but a mirage in the desert&lt;br /&gt;
And her decaying soul cry with pain."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-9164170094365745329?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/LqMlNw5Kd3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/LqMlNw5Kd3c/her-decaying-soul-cry-with-pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2011/06/her-decaying-soul-cry-with-pain.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-1099590176404701103</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T23:25:45.125+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Waiting for something...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May be we all wait for something in life.. A perfect day, a dream to come true, to see someone or to be with someone, to have a kid or to leave a legacy, to change the world, or to see a flower bloom, build a snowman, to see Eiffel tower or go to Venice, the point is whether it's simple or not we all may wait for something in life. And that one thing or many things could be very big for you. And while we wait for this day, our lives go on. We wake up everyday, do what ever we do, we eat, we sleep, we laugh and we cry, we work tirelessly and we do thousands of different things. But deep down inside, only thing we may really want, may be is to see or experience what we really wait for, in every single moment of our lives. &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/3569020838413821865-1099590176404701103?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/RrjvUtx5bWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/RrjvUtx5bWE/waiting-for-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting-for-something.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-150284960470534202</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T01:03:56.068+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>is it wrong to feel this way...</title><description>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mountains far away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ocean turned to blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cool breeze scent of a rose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;phoenix fly away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you sung like a nightingale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;made me smile my heart out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you gave me all you had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and made me happy forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know your favorite colour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or your favorite place to go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i never knew the song in your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or the movie that you felt in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but you stood by me always&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and kept me strong and warm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you held my hand and promised me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that you would never let it go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was never good with promises&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or with the dreams that hold the life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i don't do well with rejection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or with sarcasm comes with all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but you understood many of it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and showed me how to dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you looked into my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and gave me a paradise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so i ask  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is it wrong to say that i miss you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is it wrong to say that i want you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is it wrong to say that i love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is it wrong to feel this way...&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/3569020838413821865-150284960470534202?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/aitp1FafOU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/aitp1FafOU0/is-it-wrong-to-feel-this-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-wrong-to-feel-this-way.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-5808094557755305564</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T01:01:28.710+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>show me a way...</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiss me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;put your hands around my neck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take me closer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;look in to my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and kiss me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I locked up my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;closed its door  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and threw the key away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now I don't know how to  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;open it up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and speak up the words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you yearn to hear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now I don't know how to  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;open it up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and cross the boundaries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you want me to cross&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I want you to try,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;try and do what you wanna do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;make me walk over the moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dance on the sea shore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and get lost in the woods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so I say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiss me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;put your hands around my neck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take me closer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;look in to my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and kiss me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it'll be a wonderful world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;where nightingales sing  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and gondolas flow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it'll be a wonderful place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;where we hold each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and live forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have lost my way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's no going back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm scared and cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's no shelter to run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now I don't know how to  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;find my way back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and speak up the words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you yearn to hear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now I don't know how to  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;standup for each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and cross the boundaries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you want me to cross&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I want you to try,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;try and do what you wanna do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;make me walk on the moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dance on the sea shore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and get lost in the woods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so I say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiss me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;put your hands around my neck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take me closer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;look in to my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and kiss me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it'll be a wonderful world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;where nightingales sing  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and gondolas flow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it'll be a wonderful place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;where we hold each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and live forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-5808094557755305564?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/hrPSuywu1kQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/hrPSuywu1kQ/show-me-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/12/show-me-way.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-6728851175402447908</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-01T01:25:29.141+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>It's DECEMBER...</title><description>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;It's December. And in a moment, this year would come to an end. Have no idea how the time flew by. And soon enough 2011 also will come and go. But the life won't change. Oh..yeah, you might disagree..but for me its the truth. Ten years back, I got up in the morning, went to school, came home, did homework, watched TV and went to bed. Today, I go for lectures, come home, do studies, watch TV or some movie and go to bed. And next year, I might go for work, come home, do some more work, watch TV or some movie and go to bed. Ring a similarity? No spontaneous life changes. No near death experiences. Instead over the years it has become less reading, less traveling, less time with good friends, less to no letters to or from my best friend, less talking, less true smiles, less time in temple, less freedom, less connection with family and less interest in world all together. So if the pattern continues, who knows what would happen. But, yes.. there were those moments, moments that I try to remember over and over again, moments that I try to keep in my mind, moments that I want to be an eternity. But then again, those moments are illusions, that might fade away. In reality, I am still me, who were there ten years back, who tried to keep a happy face in every moment that spent at home, because there were no other choice. They say that life could change in a moment, after all it took only seconds for the atomic bomb to destroy an entire city and generations to come. But all those for the bad, for good it takes an eternity. And ten years is a long time to live in monotony. So you tell me, would things change spontaneously for me in the next moment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-6728851175402447908?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/sBO6SQd3wPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/sBO6SQd3wPI/its-december.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-december.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-3524645885282503802</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-06T23:33:42.252+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>The Message of My Heart...</title><description>May this wind&lt;br /&gt;carry the message&lt;br /&gt;of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and may it speak&lt;br /&gt;the unspoken of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May these mountains&lt;br /&gt;echo the message&lt;br /&gt;of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and may those hide&lt;br /&gt;the passion of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this earth&lt;br /&gt;warm the message&lt;br /&gt;of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and may it embrace&lt;br /&gt;the children of future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May these waters&lt;br /&gt;sail the msessage&lt;br /&gt;of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and may those fullfill&lt;br /&gt;the thirst of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this bird&lt;br /&gt;sing the message&lt;br /&gt;of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and may it travel&lt;br /&gt;the land of faraway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may all these&lt;br /&gt;come together as one,&lt;br /&gt;and may those bring&lt;br /&gt;the happiness of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-3524645885282503802?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/LgJgfG6BidU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/LgJgfG6BidU/message-of-my-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/09/message-of-my-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-1982240519744288929</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-17T00:37:45.162+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you...</title><description>This song always catches my ear and heart when ever it is played. Its a beautiful fairytale to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady by Kenny Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/3of2F1QXtKo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/3of2F1QXtKo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;You have made me what I am and I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me hold you in my arms forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;You have gone and made me such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so lost in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;And oh, we belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you believe in my song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;You have come into my life and made me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;In my eyes I see no one else but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no other love like our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've waited for you for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady, your love's the only love I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;And beside me is where I want you to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause, my love, there's somethin' I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the love of my life, you're my lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-1982240519744288929?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/uEdzLhyJLPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/uEdzLhyJLPM/lady-im-your-knight-in-shining-armor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/08/lady-im-your-knight-in-shining-armor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-8806860156606481010</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-26T02:03:17.374+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>' I see through "Red Wine" '</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/S9Sms-8BF2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/L6IBf_5KppE/s1600/wine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/S9Sms-8BF2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/L6IBf_5KppE/s200/wine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464175539646437218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's dark &lt;br /&gt;with lights all over&lt;br /&gt;blue, green and red.&lt;br /&gt;It's silent&lt;br /&gt;with music aloud&lt;br /&gt;strings of a guitar&lt;br /&gt;and cymbals and toms.&lt;br /&gt;People drunk&lt;br /&gt;they talk and sing&lt;br /&gt;dance and laugh&lt;br /&gt;everyone sees everyone&lt;br /&gt;and no one sees anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I see a girl&lt;br /&gt;mad in love&lt;br /&gt;possessed by love&lt;br /&gt;wondering around&lt;br /&gt;unseen to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is on fire&lt;br /&gt;like the Phoenix who dies.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are cold&lt;br /&gt;like the depth of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;'Birds' are singing&lt;br /&gt;it's a maddening tune&lt;br /&gt;everybody dance&lt;br /&gt;and she searches &lt;br /&gt;for a face&lt;br /&gt;from eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse to hold on&lt;br /&gt;A moment to remember.&lt;br /&gt;And I see everything, &lt;br /&gt;Everything in life&lt;br /&gt;with my weary eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I drink Red Wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-8806860156606481010?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/A5y2gqos3GE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/A5y2gqos3GE/i-see-through-red-wine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/S9Sms-8BF2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/L6IBf_5KppE/s72-c/wine.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-see-through-red-wine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-1249957840048086432</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-12T00:36:13.713+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Only You...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A Beautiful Song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv8CxGLfgFg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv8CxGLfgFg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only You (love theme from “The Young Victoria”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Has opened up a world I’ve never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;All hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Was found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A place I never dreamed I would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Feels like only yesterday I had locked my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Safe behind a castle of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sure I’d always be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Only you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To hear me through the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You reach a part of me that no one else can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Forever true there’s only me and only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Only me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;In your face I trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;With you beside me I am standing strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;One truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You took my life and made it beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So you dared to let me shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Even walk a step behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Willingly you give yourself to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Knowing who I was born to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Only you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To hear me through the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You reach a part of me that no one else can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Forever true there’s only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Only me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Only you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To hear me through the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;You reach a part of me that no one else can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Forever true there’s only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Only me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-1249957840048086432?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/WRiB_jdgi_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/WRiB_jdgi_k/beautiful-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-song.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-4237078158454279645</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-24T23:14:31.034+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>"How can I not love you..."</title><description>I love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Soundtrack: Anna And The King&lt;br /&gt;Title: How Can I Not Love You&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Joy Enriquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFqiRmUcnAk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFqiRmUcnAk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTwQuaRJZGo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTwQuaRJZGo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cannot touch, cannot hold, cannot be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cannot love, cannot kiss, cannot love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Must be strong and we must let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cannot say what our hearts must know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What do I tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How does one walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;From all of the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cannot dream, cannot share sweet and tender moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cannot feel how we feel, must pretend it’s over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Must be brave and we must go on, must not say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What we’ve known all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What do I tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How does one walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;From all of the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Must be brave and we must be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cannot say what we’ve known all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What do I tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How does one walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;From all of the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-4237078158454279645?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/HKlw2S8tK5k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/HKlw2S8tK5k/how-can-i-not-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-can-i-not-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-4094262629721286153</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T12:39:03.337+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">traveling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - Road Trip...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SoJlVjIDgwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ltUZyERHmO4/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SoJlVjIDgwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ltUZyERHmO4/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368965126659736322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've being reading a lot lately.. that’s why I couldn't write more often. Any way, as usual I'm at office (where I really don't want to be), without having a single idea about what the hell I'm doing here, kind of strange..ha?&lt;br /&gt;I was in bit of a traveling mode last week.. and i thought I really loved flying (though it was my first flying experience and it was a very short trip). I'm thinking about going on a road trip as soon as my degree ends and where I would be able to quit my job. But who knows, may be it'll always remain as a thought (Like all most all of my other wonderful thoughts). Good parents usually don't support these daring ideas (not their fault at all, its how the society works.. who knows may be I'll think the same way they think, in thirty years from now.. one can never say about future..).&lt;br /&gt;So.. how would I like to do this road trip, in case I would never get a chance to go I would like to imagine..&lt;br /&gt;I thought to have a back pack where I can carry all the necessities that I need and kick off from the Pettah bus station, and that my first destination would be Kaluthara and then Galle ('Coz my best friend lives near Galle). (And the last destination of the whole road trip should be hill country, Nuwaraeliya, as I'm in love with that city). But when I take the road map of Sri Lanka, its quite hard to cover all the places I want to visit according to my initial thought, without visiting the same area twice and because of the time constraints (Three months should be the maximum time limit). So now I'm in a bit of a confusion. I want to spend at lease three days in a single place. Then only I would be able to vist all the tourists attraction spots and other hidden beauties. I want to get mix with the crowd, get to know them, and to learn about skills that are passing from generation to generation which are unique to a specific town. I want to wear beautifully painted masks from Ambalanthota and eat "mora miris and Jaffana grapes' from Jaffna. I want to be on top of the hills and feel the clouds near by at Nuwaraeliya and also bathe the beauty of artistic beaches at Nilaweli and eastern coast. I want to feel the glory and grandeur of the ancient kingdoms of Anuradhapura, Polonnaruwa and Yapahuwa and also feel the magnificence and dignity of the nature castle, Kandyan Kingdom. I want to know the hard life of working hard against the hard soil and the glamour of the upcoming cities. In short, I want to feel and experience the diversity and extravagant beauty that this beautiful island, Sri Lanka (where I live) can offer, before setting off to see the beauties of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Miriam Beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-4094262629721286153?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/d6YzuX9xR1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/d6YzuX9xR1U/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SoJlVjIDgwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ltUZyERHmO4/s72-c/collage2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/08/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-1244690687714622343</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T16:12:05.174+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dancing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - may be going wild</title><description>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;its being one hell of a long time.. exams, results, trips, meeting with friends.. but something is missing.. i feel that, and i know that.. out of no where today i figured out that i do lot of eating (junk food specially) when i'm out of mood.. may be thats why i'm getting fat.. hi hi.. after a long time i'm home today for the whole day.. i hate to hear people arguing or fighting, specially people i care about.. it freaks me out.. but.. (now your imaginations can or could go wild) &lt;sigh&gt; .. i should eat.. work.. trust me i have lot on that section.. degree, music, some other thing i started lately.. these helps to keep me in track (barely) .. i started up reading.. but i don't feel like doing it all the time as i used to.. instead i starts wondering around with the characters.. looking at this i see lot of "i"s'.. may be i'm self centered.. i do this, i do that, i feel bad, i feel happy and all the nonsense about me.. then again i love latin music.. cool rhythms.. beats.. right now i'm listening to soundtrack of dirty dancing 2 havana nights.. very up beat..makes me want really listen to that.. closing my eyes and all.. it kind of distracts me.. which is good.. usually i read what i write when i'm writing.. today i try not to do that.. b'coz i don't want to.. i don't write about what ever the things i'm writing right now usually in here.. but then again, i feel like stepping out of the track.. and go wild once in a while.. so this may well be the start.. i'm eating cocktail mixture.. and i eat a lot.. okay.. may be i should stop now.. by the way i didn't clean up my room today.. anyway, may be you wanna dance now.. (after reading all my crap.. (if u even get to the end :O )) .. okay.. i read now.. here's a song for you to get your body moving..&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mya - Do You Only Wanna Dance Lyrics from Dirty Dancing Hava Nights&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny thing is when I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sense something so sincere in your disguise&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You whisper secrets I hear only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I wake up to your tele-smoke screen&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wait patiently while you play your game&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause in the end, I'll be the winner all the same&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll see clearly when the song comes to a stop&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be the one blowing kisses from the top&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mya)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So baby, stop) Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got my love) Love all around ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One wrong move) Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So stop, baby, stop) Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got my love) Love all around ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One wrong move) Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So won't you give our love a chance?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or do you only wanna dance?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You put your lips very closely to my face&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then you run away and so begins the chase&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be the hunter, but boy, you better pray&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause when I want ya, I'll get you anyway&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It ain't nothing new&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tired of dropping clues&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, gonna step to you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you rise to my occasion?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or will you make me change your station?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got my love) Love all around ya (Uh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One wrong move) Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Stop) Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh, I got my love) Love all around ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One wrong move) Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya (Uh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender (Uh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So won't you give our love a chance?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or do you only wanna dance?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you take my hands&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And follow my lead&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll make you dance (I can make you dance)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you get my feet (Get my feet)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And miss the beat (And miss the beat)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I can't take that chance (Then I can't take that chance)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you take my hands (Oh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And follow my lead (Oh, Oh, oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll make you dance (I can make you dance)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you get my feet (Get my feet)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And miss the beat (And miss the beat)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I can't take that chance (I can't take it)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So stop it) Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got my love) Love all around ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One wrong move) Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So stop) Stop, you're surrounded (Baby stop)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love all around ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One wrong move) Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya (Uh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender (Uh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Stop, baby, stop) Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got my love) Love all around ya (All around you)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move and I'll down ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So stop) Stop, you're surrounded&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got my love) Love all around ya (All around you)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move and I'll down ya (Uh-uh-uh)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that'll end ya (Uh-uh-uh!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should surrender (Uh-uh-uh!!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never win&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you give in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So won't you give our love a chance?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"It all comes down to who's by your side"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; - Nicholas Sparks (1965 - ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-1244690687714622343?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/ZJnL-NAYTu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/ZJnL-NAYTu8/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s72-c/final.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/07/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-2523116912090011418</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T13:07:36.680+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - Untitled</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SjIFb-N5blI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Oan5Sh3XLSo/s1600-h/214810208.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SjIFb-N5blI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Oan5Sh3XLSo/s320/214810208.img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346341685758094930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was staring at the screen for a long time without writing anything. Conversations that weave up in my mind, which I think that would be good to write, vanishes in to thin air as soon as they appear. Life is a time bomb which is waiting for the right time to get exploded. For some the right time does come, for some it doesn't. And some defuse the bomb because of the fright of it.&lt;br /&gt;Again I stare, because of the uncertainty of the things that I should write which comes in to my head.&lt;br /&gt;Funerals, always make me think again about life. Sometimes I feel that I'm close to dead than the alive. Well maintained cemeteries are beautiful. And they fascinate me. Not only the dead who can find peace there, but also well alive people like me can find peace there. Some of the dead leave behind a legacy. A legacy that should be outshine by the divine people who are alive. Otherwise the flow would be flawed. There won't be a future for the future.&lt;br /&gt;How can a person be in two places at once? Or go behind most contrasting life paths at once? Because I want to be able to do both. Otherwise the balance would be hampered severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love most, I do not have. What I have, I cherish most.&lt;br /&gt;We meet strangers, and sometimes make friends out of them.&lt;br /&gt;We meet friends, and sometimes make strangers out of them.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short, for all these bonds.&lt;br /&gt;It should be free, like the wind that blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-  William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-2523116912090011418?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/xl7XsD-7fnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/xl7XsD-7fnU/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SjIFb-N5blI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Oan5Sh3XLSo/s72-c/214810208.img.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/06/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-6431347725287588447</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T01:38:07.840+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - A Red Rose</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/Sc6BusbRIYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/hJIuOQ61NP8/s1600-h/Red_Rose__by_AnaKidd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/Sc6BusbRIYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/hJIuOQ61NP8/s320/Red_Rose__by_AnaKidd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318330849170628994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;"I disliked roses. Yes, quite extraordinary thing to do. I never understood the pureness of a rose, specially a red rose. But now, if I say quite astonishingly.. I love a rose, a red rose. Yet, it's far gone beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;History has his mark upon this beautiful red rose. In the colour of blood to the softness like a feather in it's petals, it gives happiness to a young girl, binds the unbind, gives comfort in shattering times and finally reaches the heart of unreachable. But sometimes one can also be irrecoverably wounded by a thorn of a red rose. Thousands of writers over the undying centuries have written uncountable things around a red rose.. Love, hatred, undying passion, desire.. But a single tear drop on petal of a red rose, when it is given hand to hand, is profoundly bound with thousands of unspeakable words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I've heard and seeing somewhere that a black rose signifies "goodbye". A black rose that I may have now, but I forever love a red rose, a red rose which its color is from me, which its wetness is from me, and which its thorns attached to me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;“But he that dares not grasp the thorn &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Should never crave the rose. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anne Bronte (1820 - 1849)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-6431347725287588447?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/35U-QiiO4Wg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/35U-QiiO4Wg/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/Sc6BusbRIYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/hJIuOQ61NP8/s72-c/Red_Rose__by_AnaKidd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-6016429974334844555</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T12:45:07.248+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Me, My Friend and My Foe</title><description>I'm my friend, and I'm my foe&lt;br /&gt;from the past to the future&lt;br /&gt;in the boat that I raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be a&lt;br /&gt;friend to thee&lt;br /&gt;and a friend to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's either you&lt;br /&gt;or either me&lt;br /&gt;or neither at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I became&lt;br /&gt;friend to thee and foe to me&lt;br /&gt;from the past to the future&lt;br /&gt;in the lives to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-6016429974334844555?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/a7vzca2uaNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/a7vzca2uaNY/me-my-friend-and-my-foe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-my-friend-and-my-foe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-5816743211172761058</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T16:00:12.309+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>The Stranger</title><description>I met a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Stop I say&lt;br /&gt;Don't come closer&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;As he was a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;and crossed the road&lt;br /&gt;So he got hurt&lt;br /&gt;As it was bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;No one can say&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't warn&lt;br /&gt;It was his mistake&lt;br /&gt;His desire got better of him&lt;br /&gt;So I beg and plead&lt;br /&gt;Don't come closer&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever come closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-5816743211172761058?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/2uZWwd_UuZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/2uZWwd_UuZA/stranger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/02/stranger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-6764351328344608234</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T15:20:40.853+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>KUDOS SRI LANKA FORCES</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8rWmOH5rI/AAAAAAAAAw8/adh_2LmaDqE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8rWmOH5rI/AAAAAAAAAw8/adh_2LmaDqE/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286992154773153458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope to see a fully free Sri Lanka for the first time in my life time is not far away from fullfilling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8sUvSc3xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0IsqTYY7Rf4/s1600-h/20090102_Kilinochchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8sUvSc3xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0IsqTYY7Rf4/s320/20090102_Kilinochchi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286993222359113490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8tHN0BwpI/AAAAAAAAAxM/c8wrHbih8KA/s1600-h/sri_lanka_army_soldiers_sampur_060908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8tHN0BwpI/AAAAAAAAAxM/c8wrHbih8KA/s320/sri_lanka_army_soldiers_sampur_060908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286994089546465938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-6764351328344608234?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/gV9VOwqp7yc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/gV9VOwqp7yc/kudos-sri-lanka-forces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8rWmOH5rI/AAAAAAAAAw8/adh_2LmaDqE/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/01/kudos-sri-lanka-forces.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-971945406756649895</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T17:18:31.418+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Film</category><title>Slumdog Millionaire - Simply Amazing</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8drtcKmnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/w_v-wdM2c9E/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8drtcKmnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/w_v-wdM2c9E/s320/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286977124325562994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have words to explain how I feel about this film.. So I would just say "SEE SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE" because it's simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Directed by Danny Boyle. Screenplay by Simon Beaufroy, from the novel &lt;i&gt;Q &amp;amp; A&lt;/i&gt; by Vikas Swarup. With Dev Patel, Madhur Mi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ttal, Freida Pinto and Anil Kapoor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8kRULb17I/AAAAAAAAAwk/RUgVMrWwfCg/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire-fl-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8kRULb17I/AAAAAAAAAwk/RUgVMrWwfCg/s320/slumdog-millionaire-fl-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286984367449298866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/movie/20192670/review/24013911/slumdog_millionaire"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;What I feel for this movie isn't just admiration, it's mad love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/movies/la-et-slumdog12-2008nov12,1,999319.story"&gt;Los Angeles Times&lt;/a&gt; - The best old-fashioned audience picture of the year, a Hollywood-style romantic melodrama that delivers major studio satisfactions in an ultra-modern way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/slumdog_millionaire/?critic=creamcrop#contentReviews"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; - Visually dazzling and thematically conscious, &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt; is a story both entertaining and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8nT29uStI/AAAAAAAAAws/aTInO51wvW0/s1600-h/hr_Slumdog_Millionaire_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8nT29uStI/AAAAAAAAAws/aTInO51wvW0/s320/hr_Slumdog_Millionaire_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286987709681650386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-971945406756649895?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/THAbiUw1-So" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/THAbiUw1-So/slumdog-millionaire-simply-amazing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SV8drtcKmnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/w_v-wdM2c9E/s72-c/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire-simply-amazing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-830059447298057537</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 07:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T13:34:38.181+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - Scribble</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SLUCTL6gFiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/OXPuaxQweng/s1600-h/technical_writing-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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  &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;I hardly keep track of the things I write. May be because it's kind of hard to do that. Sometimes I love writing, and it gives me so much strength. But there are times that I get  really tired of it, not because I don't love it, but simply because I'm tired of the things  around me. I scribble things here and there, whenever a thought pops in to my head. So I have number of notepads with incomplete writings. And when I find those after sometime, I wonder whether I ever wrote those things.
&lt;br /&gt;I never call or consider my self as a writer, at least not yet. It's simply because I think I lack many things which make a good writer, language skill, knowledge, concentration and mainly devotion and many other things. Some day I may have all these things within me. Until that day I continue scribbling... like the one below...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to see your smiling eyes...
&lt;br /&gt;Because I see none these days
&lt;br /&gt;Even in mirror,
&lt;br /&gt;two sorrowful eyes gaze at me..
&lt;br /&gt;So I would love to see your smiling eyes
&lt;br /&gt;'Coz it would bring smile to me.."
&lt;br /&gt;               (01-04-2008)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people."&lt;/span&gt; -
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thomas Mann (1875 - 1955)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-830059447298057537?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/Ngp4O7OvDWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/Ngp4O7OvDWI/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SLUCTL6gFiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/OXPuaxQweng/s72-c/technical_writing-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2008/08/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited_27.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-1607399309406505547</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T07:32:20.881+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" -On the Sea Shore</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SJioX6kG8LI/AAAAAAAAAok/5b-BWOJPnRQ/s1600-h/113038832_93071b3efd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SJioX6kG8LI/AAAAAAAAAok/5b-BWOJPnRQ/s320/113038832_93071b3efd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231116096001994930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I love walking by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I see sea five or six days per week throughout the year, nearly two hundred and seventy to three hundred and twenty four days per year. That's because I work and study near sea. Every time I walk near to the only window of my work place I can see this big beautiful blue lady waving, humming and sometimes staying really still. And I get fascinated each and every time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love walking by the sea. But the irony is that I have never really done that in the sense of doing that for the past... well, for the entire time I have lived. Sad. May be because I never had the chance, maybe I didn't want to go alone without having anyone to walk with me holding hands, may be because nobody ask me to or maybe because nobody know that I love that or may be because I'm too busy with my monotonous lifestyle, whatever the reason is I never did, and maybe I never would.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So today I walk by the sea all by myself while writing this. I imagine…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"There's everything in the blue sky, stars, clouds and even moon. As I step in to the mild sand of the shore taking off my slippers to my hand I feel stars far far away watching this little girl in a white dress, walking all alone in the beach. I can feel how the sand gets in between my toes, how the beautiful waves come and touch my bare feet and how it sweeps off the footsteps I just made in the sand. The cold chill I get from the sea wind warms my heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I fold my arms and I walk, and walk. There's no one to stop me, no one to watch me except stars, no one to ask questions, no one to guide again except stars, and I feel free. I feel the warmth of the sea breeze, I hear the voice of this beautiful blue lady, though I miss someone to walk by my side, I'm happy. Away from life, I feel the beauty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I sit in the shore and I watch. I see a vague image of a sailing ship in the horizon. I can't separate the sea from the sky, everything has become one. My free set hair blows away and I wonder who could be in that sailing ship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's getting colder and late, so I get back to my feet and I walk back in the same way I came, in to my monotonous life. But I treasure the moment and everything I felt, beauty of the Mother Nature, and I walk away until this beautiful lady calls me again to be with her.  " "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;" So  I love walking by the sea. "&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me (2008-08-06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-1607399309406505547?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/P9tspkl7n7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/P9tspkl7n7Y/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SJioX6kG8LI/AAAAAAAAAok/5b-BWOJPnRQ/s72-c/113038832_93071b3efd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2008/08/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-5265973089718234545</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T23:43:40.549+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>In the memory of my grandmother....</title><description>It's being a while.. Last seven days of my life has being hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a week ago my grandmother passed away. She was full of life, talking, laughing and having a good time with her grand kids in one moment and in the next moment she was gone, just like that. She went away without troubling anyone even for a single second. We lost her charisma, her love, her smiling face and every other small detail about her in the matter of few minutes for ever. She left a moaning space in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every body's&lt;/span&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to watch her daughters, sons, grand children, great grand children and in-laws fall in to tears helplessly, in very odd moments. She was a true woman. And our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; has changed a lot by what happened. No more visits to grandmother's place on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Avurudu&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vesak&lt;/span&gt;. It's like loosing the knot that kept us tight together. It'll never be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children believes that she is suddenly taken away from us to be in a better place. A place where she'll meet my grandfather again. My grand father passed away exactly six years ago. And their children thinks he called her to be with him, to have another life, full of love, happiness, understanding and trust. Today my mother said that my grandfather has loved my grand mother lot more than she loved him back, so that they always had a way to solve problems without having a single argument. And my mother says he always used to say to my grandmother that "I won't leave alone, I'll always take you with me." So may be after six years, at the age of 84 he has taken her with him, to love and cherish another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; I want my love and life to be like theirs, INSEPARABLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-5265973089718234545?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/thCuUm9tGhA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/thCuUm9tGhA/in-memory-of-my-grandmother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-memory-of-my-grandmother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-7315503473425815703</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T10:32:37.239+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Back Again..</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SGMiuSpF34I/AAAAAAAAAUg/yw7Yy4_3-VI/s1600-h/pen+and+paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SGMiuSpF34I/AAAAAAAAAUg/yw7Yy4_3-VI/s200/pen+and+paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216050972098682754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good day everyone.. It's being a long time. My busy schedules and my kind of boring mind which held me last few days has kept me from blogging. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just dropped in to say that I started a new blog in Sinhala. Something I tried for quite a sometime, and yesterday I finally got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hiranya-daynotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;"දින සටහන් ... " : "Day Notes"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it's a small beginning. Hope to make my way through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-7315503473425815703?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/VHWtHc_elRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/VHWtHc_elRo/back-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/SGMiuSpF34I/AAAAAAAAAUg/yw7Yy4_3-VI/s72-c/pen+and+paper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-9212055310716020643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T13:48:44.201+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - Stop</title><description>"It's being ages since I wrote something. My mind is kind of stuck. May be it's because of this dull air or may because of exam heat. Don't know why. I want to clear my mind. I want all the unwanted thoughts get out of mind and keep only the wanted ones. But what exactly do I want? That's remains an unanswered question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us are on a rat race. We run and run, without thinking to stop even for once. But   sometimes we see someone watch us running. This someone wait by the side, folding his arms,   having a slight smile in his face and a twinkle in their eyes. This someone silently dare us to stop. He dares us to think why we run, what's our goal, what do we get in the end. He dares us to appreciate and value things we take for granted in our lives, to understand the value of life. He dare us to accept and treasure the moments of happiness of life and be content with life. He again and again dare us to stop. But it's our choice, whether to stop for a moment and feel the strength it gives or to run forever without a break and finally, may be fall apart. "&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-John Lennon (1940 - 1980), "Beautiful Boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-9212055310716020643?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/psnNyly3JNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/psnNyly3JNM/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s72-c/final.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2008/05/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569020838413821865.post-3810330165384444574</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T12:48:25.415+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Excerpt from "Roaming Thoughts - Unedited" - Hero</title><description>" When the happiness is gone and loneliness is stuck with you, you won't see roses blooming from your window pane, instead you'll see nightmares everyday. It's amazing how most people remember things by heart that they should forget, and forget things they should remember by heart. We fancy our selves we can forget and move on, but when you see your haunting memories come through a nightmare, you wake up with a sudden jurk. And it is then that you actually begin to think what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;We watch movies, and almost all the time there's a good side, bad side and a clash between them and the good side conquer the bad side, and we fell in love with them. Why? Because in reality it could be quite the opposite. The person who can conquer the battle field within himself is the true hero.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, someday you may see the rose petals again, when you become a hero or you may not if you don't want to. "&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s1600-h/final.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 24px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s200/final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181203238995364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;True heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life, in whatever shape they may challenge us to combat.&lt;/span&gt; " -&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821). French general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569020838413821865-3810330165384444574?l=openmindh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~4/GyFHuV9pMxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/OpenMind/~3/GyFHuV9pMxY/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited_24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hiranya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xlcrCPYzc-A/R-dU5QlsC5I/AAAAAAAAATk/79YcwEvlb9c/s72-c/final.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://openmindh.blogspot.com/2008/03/excerpt-from-roaming-thoughts-unedited_24.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

