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There are times in your life when you question your decisions...what is right...what is wrong...what would have been...with what
is...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Notice how all of your decisions are influenced by people
around you...by friends, relatives, situations, moods...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
One decision...every decision in your life is a filter of
all these aspects...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
The point I am trying to make is that...amongst all this
influence...one should draw the line and understand what one really
wants...what is the true 'self' and consequence of the decision.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Throughout mankind...the problem and essentially also the
essence of life has always been choice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
So let it be yours...learn from others...but execute what
you feel.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Don't
let someone's opinion become your reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: red;"&gt;True Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;‎"There are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it is a mistake is to make that mistake and look back and say, "Yup, that was a mistake".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake because then you'll go your whole life not really knowing if something is a mistake or not. And well...by the end of it..You will realize, you made no mistakes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;The
Invitation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me what you do for a living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I want
to know what you ache for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me how old you are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you will risk looking like a fool&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;For
love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;For your
dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;For
the adventure of being alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;If
you have been opened by life’s betrayals&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Or
have become shriveled and closed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;From
fear of further pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you can sit with pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Mine
and your own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Without
moving to hide it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Or
fade it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Or
fix it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you can be with joy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Mine
or your own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;If
you can dance with wildness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Without
cautioning us to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Be
careful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Be realistic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Remember
the limitations of being human.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you can disappoint another&amp;nbsp;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To be
true to yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;If
you can bear the accusation of betrayal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
not betray your own soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;If
you can be faithless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
therefore trustworthy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you can see Beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Even
when it is not pretty &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Everyday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
if you can source your own life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;From its
presence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you can live with failure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Yours
and mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And still
stand at the edge of the lake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Yes”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To
know where you live or how much money you have.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know of you can get up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;After
the night of grief and despair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Weary
and bruised to the bone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
do what needs to be done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;To
feed the children.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me who you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;or
how you came to be here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you will stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In
the centre of the fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;With
me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
not shrink back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It
doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;you
have studied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know what sustains you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;From
the inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;When
all else falls away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I
want to know if you can be alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;With
yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And
if you truly like the company you keep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;In the
empty moments.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oriah
Mountain Dreamer, from the book “the Invitation”, published by
HarperSanFrancisco, 1999.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The good thing about having an off from work is that it definitely gives you a break from the routine.&lt;br /&gt;
So I am sitting at home...reading stuff....listening to music...and making plans for weekend getaways...&lt;br /&gt;
In between...just lying on the bed...thinking...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have you ever noticed...when you are sitting idle...how you can actually "hear" your thoughts...each and every word....so clear...not messed up...&lt;br /&gt;
You may be thinking about anything random...might even not make any sense...but it is still clear...&lt;br /&gt;
I somehow find peace in such thoughts...time is slow...and your thoughts know no boundaries or limits...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The free time also gave me a chance to clear up and arrange my cupboard...It was one of the "make your mom happy" things that I did (also because she was after me to clear up the mess for long now!)&lt;br /&gt;
(We Boys seriously have a 'thing' with MESS...dont we?)&lt;br /&gt;
I mean...I know my clothes are messy...but i do find whatever I want whenever I want it...dont I?&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway...after much hesitation and avoidance...I finally got going to arranging my stuff...and thats when I realised something...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLpL8zo_3-I/Ts5FkepiakI/AAAAAAAAA-g/hPd87CkJZGw/s1600/Cupboard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLpL8zo_3-I/Ts5FkepiakI/AAAAAAAAA-g/hPd87CkJZGw/s320/Cupboard.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I started arranging my stuff...putting them into proper compartments...rows separating T shirts and formals...jeans and trousers...discarding things i did not need...I somehow felt better...&lt;br /&gt;
As if I had made things simple for me...&lt;br /&gt;
All of it was always there...and yess....I could find and wear anything I wanted always...even in time..&lt;br /&gt;
but this arrangement of things seemed better...simple...and easy...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isnt it the same for all our thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have sooo many of them all the time...messed up....lying there...crumbled...&lt;br /&gt;
You know you can tackle them...when you want and how you want...&lt;br /&gt;
But trying sitting down once....arranging them...hearing yourself...removing and discarding ones you dont need...and you see how you feel...&lt;br /&gt;
at ease...at peace...the world doesnt matter...you and only you and your thoughts do...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With our thoughts, we make the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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So finally I got my Tattoo done...!&lt;br /&gt;
For all those who wanna know...Yess....it does hurt a bit...but its really quite bearable...&lt;br /&gt;
I would describe it more like "very very high fever" at one single point on your body..&lt;br /&gt;
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Loving it now that it has healed...feels great to have it just like i always wanted it..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't dream at night, I dream all day; I dream for a living."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On other things...some other time...soon....&lt;br /&gt;
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I was driving down the crowded road...my car braking every now and then...waiting for the traffic to clear...the music loud and me staring at the Honda logo in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;
As I pumped up the accelerator at the sight of a free signal...I saw a guy on a bicycle pass by...&lt;br /&gt;
He was carrying a bag pack...with a round folded red cart paper in it...clearly visible, the way it was kept in the bag pack...&lt;br /&gt;
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He moved criss-cross through the crowd of cars....trying to make way...almost carelessly...&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing him took me to the days of school somehow...may be it was the cart paper...maybe it was his careless and almost fearless maneuvering...&lt;br /&gt;
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You rememeber those days right....when nothing really matters...all you care about is creativity and to live your dreams...&lt;br /&gt;
You take the cart paper...do whatever you want with it...let your thoughts flow...make what your heart tells you...do what you want to...&lt;br /&gt;
The irony of life is that as we grow old...we keep yearning for this careless creativity in everything we do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Very few give the cart paper of their life the shape they dream...&lt;br /&gt;
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In the randomness of these thoughts...I somehow lost grip of my car for a split second...and gazed a scooter ahead of me with my car...&lt;br /&gt;
Before I even realised what had happened...I saw the man and his wife getting down from their sccoter and &lt;br /&gt;
screaming a stream of bad words...aimlessly...as if trying to just get out their lifes frustrations on me...&lt;br /&gt;
I just stared at them for 2 mins...and drove off...did not see the point in confronting them with anything...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;How messed up are our lives these days...what is in front of us doesnt matter...what matters is what is going on in our heads...our reactions depend largely on the wildness of thoughts we constantly carry these days...&lt;br /&gt;
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Sad. Where has that fearless creativity gone. Are we so caught up with anger?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am pretty sure that there is definitely a time in everyones life when you have to fight for your peace.&lt;br /&gt;
That doesnt really mean that everything around you is going bad...but somehow...i am sure...you are also in a state of jitter when things are going too well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was talking to a friend the other day...about how we cant seperate ourselves from our work. It is a part of who we are...what we do...and somehow...you cant just block it out after "office hours".&lt;br /&gt;
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I know a lot of people for whom "work is...well...work". You get money for it...as they say...and the only high about doing a job is MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;
These people...in the true sense...cant be bothered by what they are doing as a "job"...they can do anything...as long it satisfies their bank account by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;
Profile, responsibilities &amp;amp; job satisfaction are alien words for this kind. &lt;br /&gt;
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We...my friend and me....are not such people. For us...work is a part of our life. And we cant seperate it out..even if we ever wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;
The funny thing with this is that...we are constantly thinking about work...about good things happening...and bad things...about consequenses and actions...about work tommorrow and day after...its a continous thought process...that ultimately eats up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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"If there is anything really that can kill you ever so smoothly, its not a disease or a weapon, it is your own thoughts gone wrong." &lt;br /&gt;
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Notice your friend list. There will be people you meet often who will never talk about their work. And then there are those...who will mention something or the other about their work...good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;
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I do like the fact that some of your friends can keep their work so aloof from their life. I think it is a good thing (atleast it lets the world think so it is!)&lt;br /&gt;
But i choose the other option.&lt;br /&gt;
I dont think this is bad. I think it only retariates the fact that we love what we do...&lt;br /&gt;
But definitely...somewhere...for inner peace....you need to let go...after a certain point...&lt;br /&gt;
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Days come...days go...some are good...(most are good in fact!)...&lt;br /&gt;
some will be bad...but they are "bad days" for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of bad things will happen around you all your life...wrong things which run the world around you...&lt;br /&gt;
Yes...not all is fair...not all is for your good...&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the way I feel about work...I like the fact that these days its the top priority of my life...and I love it is helping me mould and giving me direction...&lt;br /&gt;
Peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Have been enjoying my days in the new profile thoroughly...
&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the new place...the whole experience...and the positivity it has brought to me....
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&lt;br /&gt;Wont write much today....but definitely have some awesome thoughts that I would soon put down...
&lt;br /&gt;Have been fascinated by this picture since a few days...It represents DREAM in Japanese...
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith.”
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-9201404916889290881?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/sMcWKvjxal4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9201404916889290881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=9201404916889290881&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/9201404916889290881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/9201404916889290881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/sMcWKvjxal4/update.html" title="update!" /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-isFyCe7a-Kw/TlUxqQkAIoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/d7ATuduTtUk/s72-c/1-029.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDQn8-fyp7ImA9WhdQF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-8997413296549497850</id><published>2011-08-19T18:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:59:33.157+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T18:59:33.157+05:30</app:edited><title>"Like" this</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTLmsTeZ-U8EahAR9ZsII_CXnFM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTLmsTeZ-U8EahAR9ZsII_CXnFM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTLmsTeZ-U8EahAR9ZsII_CXnFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eTLmsTeZ-U8EahAR9ZsII_CXnFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There is so much difference when are in a field of work that is somewhere an extension of yourself.
&lt;br /&gt;I used to think and assume until a past few days that one can really do any work if he/she wants and that by the end of the day its the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'moolaah'&lt;/span&gt; that matters...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You can...yes...you can do any work and even be good at it...but it makes "world-changing" difference when you do something that appeals to you most...and which you like doing...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmoczuH0BpU/Tk5kMQ8qVFI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/WBjIWHdyd_M/s1600/cool-cartoon-924348.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmoczuH0BpU/Tk5kMQ8qVFI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/WBjIWHdyd_M/s400/cool-cartoon-924348.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642557545012417618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Having been learning a lot...less time for myself though....but i dont mind that...enjoying every bit of the learning phase...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The prime topic of my coffee table conversations with friends used to be "what do i really want to do?"
&lt;br /&gt;I think I have found my answer...and have decided to grow from here...and join the dots...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So then...lets just start the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buzz&lt;/span&gt; shall we?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;P.S: the above strip has been taken from &lt;a href="http://lifesacomicstrip.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life's a comic strip!&lt;/a&gt; (an awesome read and a must follow blog!)
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kQZmt4I1ymj8P0Iof9Qa3gYcwoQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kQZmt4I1ymj8P0Iof9Qa3gYcwoQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kQZmt4I1ymj8P0Iof9Qa3gYcwoQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kQZmt4I1ymj8P0Iof9Qa3gYcwoQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was talking to some friends the other day...and we were discussing that after this weird "everyone is getting married" phase of life...the next stage of even more weirdness would be that of parenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you would start hearing news of people "expecting" soon....and even though I am not a fan of babies and kids (I do like babies...i DO NOT hate them....but to be honest....i am a bit scared of them!) , you would have a bunch of kids running around you when you meet friends...close same aged relatives or the likes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That...i feel....would be a SERIOUS change...!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean...imagine you and your friends...sitting at the coffee place...late night...like every Saturday...to relax....and unlike present times....there would be ranting, crying, running around, screaming...ufff! Dont count out the fact that half of your frineds wont turn up....for reasons ranging from "my kids got school meeting tomm" to "my baby is crying/ill past few days" to even "dint get a baby sitter today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donot know how I would personally cope up with all this...but it would be worth a watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scary topic led us to our parents...&lt;br /&gt;and I realised how SELFLESS a job parenting really is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about your Mom and Dad for 2 mins...look at them...realise what they do and dont do...and you will know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that they do...yes...each and everything...revolves around their children!&lt;br /&gt;Like...all my mom really cares about...is whether I am content...happy...or if something is troubling me or no...&lt;br /&gt;That is how it is for their generation of parenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFLESS CARE...that is the best you can describe it as...NO other words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWayt27wf0/ThXr2NU0AMI/AAAAAAAAA7g/25ZE9BPRqYg/s1600/Parents_3_tnb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWayt27wf0/ThXr2NU0AMI/AAAAAAAAA7g/25ZE9BPRqYg/s320/Parents_3_tnb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626662625991721154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sincerely doubt if our generation of parents would be this way...if would really live upto this level of care...which at times...we dont even acknowledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...have been trying a lot these days...to take out time...and talk to Mom...just...beacause...I know it makes her feel good...and amazingly...talking with her...does release a lot of my tensions and concerns...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...Moms have this astonishing quality to let you know that "Everything will be ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad...I may not say it often...but I do mean it...THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-2961996900082607650?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/Sf9Ej09UoVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2961996900082607650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=2961996900082607650&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/2961996900082607650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/2961996900082607650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/Sf9Ej09UoVc/mom-and-dad.html" title="mom and dad" /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWayt27wf0/ThXr2NU0AMI/AAAAAAAAA7g/25ZE9BPRqYg/s72-c/Parents_3_tnb.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/mom-and-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFQXs4cCp7ImA9WhZbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-6135205662209244513</id><published>2011-06-16T22:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:45:10.538+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T23:45:10.538+05:30</app:edited><title>try...get out ther!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c2r7xWr0wUDA98RpCBlaAelmrek/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c2r7xWr0wUDA98RpCBlaAelmrek/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c2r7xWr0wUDA98RpCBlaAelmrek/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c2r7xWr0wUDA98RpCBlaAelmrek/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Is work always "routine"?&lt;br /&gt;I mean...people say it is NOT if you love what you are doing...but i strictly doubt that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel there should be some way of "spicing" up your so called work life...&lt;br /&gt;Yess...of course...the first step would be to do a job that you love doing...else whatever you do as "work" doesnt really make any difference in your life...&lt;br /&gt;You do it with no heart...and eventually....it is the worst routine that you can get into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about this now is it....you did not come to this world to do the same thing again and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjDtOWXpmB0/TfpIAeuME3I/AAAAAAAAA6c/1MfEWQNaWC8/s1600/cartoon-businessman-in-a-daily-routine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjDtOWXpmB0/TfpIAeuME3I/AAAAAAAAA6c/1MfEWQNaWC8/s320/cartoon-businessman-in-a-daily-routine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618882658182108018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to a colleague about how we ourselves need to get out and take a risk...start exploring opportunities...however risky they seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes a lot of guts to get out of your comfort zone and get out there in the scary zone again...not knowing what and where you are heading...&lt;br /&gt;but think for a minute...&lt;br /&gt;Do you really even know now, in the comfort zone, where art thou headed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to convince myself somewhere too...to get out...and try something new...something exciting...something different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know for sure...that when you look back at your life...you will always find...that you dont regret anything...and that the risk was always worth taking...and you will be always glad if you took it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-6135205662209244513?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/hqGpuXT7YEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6135205662209244513/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=6135205662209244513&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/6135205662209244513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/6135205662209244513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/hqGpuXT7YEQ/tryget-out-ther.html" title="try...get out ther!" /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjDtOWXpmB0/TfpIAeuME3I/AAAAAAAAA6c/1MfEWQNaWC8/s72-c/cartoon-businessman-in-a-daily-routine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/tryget-out-ther.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQCSX8zcCp7ImA9WhZUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-1490881093124926434</id><published>2011-06-12T00:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:56:08.188+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-12T00:56:08.188+05:30</app:edited><title>What do I want to be?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OBG-nCsqNtlsjsgZNEeQkkyeOJw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OBG-nCsqNtlsjsgZNEeQkkyeOJw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OBG-nCsqNtlsjsgZNEeQkkyeOJw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OBG-nCsqNtlsjsgZNEeQkkyeOJw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I specifically and distinctly remember this time in school one day...when it was raining heavily...and we were waiting at the school gate for the bus to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the school gate...as the water from the rains wet the iron bars of the gate...&lt;br /&gt;That day...that moment...i remember...my mind wandered thinking as to what I would be like when I am OLD...a MAN...bigger....stronger...I mean...whom will i grow into becoming...what profession I would be in...where would my life be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you know...Its that nascent stage in school when you dont really know what life holds ahead...you are just learning a lot of things....getting to know a lot of amazing things about the world around you...and you are not really bothered about anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend whose parents were doctors...and I knew that he knew what he would want to become when he grew older...and he sure did become one good doctor...&lt;br /&gt;I also had this other friend whose parents were doctors...but he was sure he did not want to become one...and yes...he didnot become one...and has supposedly started his own business...and is doing pretty good i hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...for one....at that moment....looking at the school gate...DID NOT know what I want to become...I....to be honest....did not know...what "becoming someone" and "doing something" was...&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what it would be like...but i had no clue where I wanna be...like my friends did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL DONT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me sometimes...how some people are and always have been clear about what they want to do..and yes...sometimes it does bother me a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That school boy who was wondering what life would be like...is still inside me..the rains remind me of him...&lt;br /&gt;I like that boy...who simply wanted to learn...and know more...and not have to decide...where he wants to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever you do, it's what you are going to be.&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't know what I want to be. Yet.&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/8015608-1490881093124926434?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/u1N2oTJba28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1490881093124926434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=1490881093124926434&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/1490881093124926434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/1490881093124926434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/u1N2oTJba28/what-do-i-want-to-be.html" title="What do I want to be?" /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-i-want-to-be.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQnk5eyp7ImA9WhZWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-5760158793695420051</id><published>2011-05-14T18:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:34:43.723+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-14T18:34:43.723+05:30</app:edited><title>Thinkin...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_iY5eqRbOC9jzjPKuAXT24E-2pM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_iY5eqRbOC9jzjPKuAXT24E-2pM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They say that the basis of all problems...and even solution for that matter...is how your thoughts drag you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat down concentrating on what exactly you are thinking...It amazes you right...what all the brain has to offer...extremes...madness...nonsense thoughts which more than 90% of times go nowwhere after seconds of revolving in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it...this blog has been a result of such random...sometimes useless thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did not make myself available at work...to break the routine...and will be off to Goa for some fun this evening...&lt;br /&gt;Was just telling a  friend the other day that this is the longest I have ever "worked" with the same company and doing a job I dont necessarily like that much...&lt;br /&gt;2 years is bigggg time for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...the plan has to work...and so i keep that thought aside...for better things to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at my life...Everything seems ok...things have happened for best...and how much ever i crib on a daily basis about my work...i dont think i would have made friends like i made in the past 2 years anywhere else...or done things i have done or will be doing in the coming days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some good people...and some great ones...and will be meeting some awesome ones in the days to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then....Cheers to LIFE....see you in Goa...!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-5760158793695420051?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/7YkOi1fMrZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5760158793695420051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=5760158793695420051&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/5760158793695420051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/5760158793695420051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/7YkOi1fMrZE/thinkin.html" title="Thinkin..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/thinkin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCRXw7eip7ImA9WhZQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-7575821159531217649</id><published>2011-04-26T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:51:04.202+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-26T23:51:04.202+05:30</app:edited><title>This is the time of My Life...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OAJaqgLMksdJMB2_E7YzX4nqQlg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OAJaqgLMksdJMB2_E7YzX4nqQlg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E1h7Ebemjlw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song to go down the memory lane...and for better hope for the moment...and the times to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-7575821159531217649?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/0mJib8rngKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7575821159531217649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=7575821159531217649&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/7575821159531217649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/7575821159531217649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/0mJib8rngKU/this-is-time-of-my-life.html" title="This is the time of My Life..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/E1h7Ebemjlw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-time-of-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENRH06eip7ImA9WhZQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-5155950796384006080</id><published>2011-04-11T21:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:11:35.312+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-24T21:11:35.312+05:30</app:edited><title>...Patience...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRWm9Q4ldK0lD13SqHjjGx3gb1A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRWm9Q4ldK0lD13SqHjjGx3gb1A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRWm9Q4ldK0lD13SqHjjGx3gb1A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TRWm9Q4ldK0lD13SqHjjGx3gb1A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Halt!! Just...just...wait a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have told myself for the past 2 years everytime I have felt like flipping out...or running away...&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno what I want to do...so does no one else around me...so lets just wait and keep patient...for once...before I make a hasty decision..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work though...has not been going anywhere...I am trying to "join the dots" like Steve Jobs said...but somehow...I think 2 years is enough time to move on...&lt;br /&gt;Try something new...explore and challenge myself with something different...and maybe in the process....ill end up joining the dots of life...and know what I really want to do career wise...something that would "define" me...complete my existence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty cool otherwise...My refrain from blogging was something I think had chosen...somehow felt I had nothing new to share or write...&lt;br /&gt;But I have decided to start again...afresh...to keep myself and my blog updated...small posts maybe...day after day...something irrelevant maybe...to make sense by the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Dubai last month was something I will cherish my entire life...mainly because it was my first trip to foreign land...something I have always wished to do...to see the world...and this was a start to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kGWRxn4z-Q/TbRC4fJj6dI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eOR11IjGrfQ/s1600/IMG00135-20110310-1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kGWRxn4z-Q/TbRC4fJj6dI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eOR11IjGrfQ/s320/IMG00135-20110310-1902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599173774930078162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a sort of "me-still-here" kinda post...and my aberrations will continue in the posts to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who follow and dont follow me...thank you for your PATIENCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for the faith that some day I will find myself...that some day...&lt;br /&gt;I will know what I want...and dont want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I started writing this post on 11th April and finally managed to "get on" with it on 24th April! lolzz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-5155950796384006080?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/XexLpkmdmbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5155950796384006080/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=5155950796384006080&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/5155950796384006080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/5155950796384006080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/XexLpkmdmbU/patience.html" title="...Patience..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kGWRxn4z-Q/TbRC4fJj6dI/AAAAAAAAA4o/eOR11IjGrfQ/s72-c/IMG00135-20110310-1902.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/patience.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNSXk6fyp7ImA9WhZSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-1460997297255767991</id><published>2011-03-27T23:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:56:38.717+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-27T23:56:38.717+05:30</app:edited><title>In and Out</title><content type="html">
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gndw5C7oxLKVwgtpQ1ONQGUYLf0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gndw5C7oxLKVwgtpQ1ONQGUYLf0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gndw5C7oxLKVwgtpQ1ONQGUYLf0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gndw5C7oxLKVwgtpQ1ONQGUYLf0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its been a realllly realllyy long time I know...&lt;br /&gt;and somehow it might feel strange....but i have a very happy reason for staying away...a reason that I think need not be shared here...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got sometime to sit down today....in the midst of the "busy" work life....busy but awesomely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; work life that is...a part of my todays post is gonna be about this...but not everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Being away...i realised...makes to wanna fill the gap and write everythin down...but ill try and keep it short!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand why companies and individuals dont have priorities...&lt;br /&gt;My present experiences with work...every day...makes me feel that somehow...we are largely aimless about where we are headed...and how we are headed...&lt;br /&gt;Worst part is...when you join a company after your studies...I dont think anyone for that matter knows why you are joining that particular company...its more about the salary and renumeration always than the actual work...because...you never really are clear about the actual work you gonna do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally know that I am as aimless in my professional life as a drunk and high teen trying to get home...but I feel that even a lost guy like me can change a lot here...can give this place a direction of sorts...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna shout sometimes and tell people what they need to do...and what they dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One person. Outdated customer. Shouting at you. You go out of your way ( and i mean really reallyy out of the way!) to get his work done. He doesnt care. Shouting continues. All effort waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt really like to explain more of such instances..but people should really learn to prioritize business. So do companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Me turned down a really high paying job offer!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As foolish as it sounds right now...I would like to call it "a process of finding myself" and just stop ther...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me getting a new car!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know no one cares by now...coz i have been contemplating this for more than 6 months now...lolzzz....but choosing between BEAT and i 10 is tough mannn!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Me got new books to read!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another additions to a large collection...which i dunno when ill complete...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Me not going to the gym!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wtf! I have nothing to write about this...expect that...i bloodyy get back at it! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and lastly....to end this post on a high note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*  Mes as happy as being in love!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-8804607040153381469?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/p4UhYXmBgks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8804607040153381469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=8804607040153381469&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/8804607040153381469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/8804607040153381469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/p4UhYXmBgks/notes-to-note.html" title="...notes to note..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/notes-to-note.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GR38_eip7ImA9Wx5aF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-2229283684811776936</id><published>2010-11-14T20:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:20:26.142+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-14T21:20:26.142+05:30</app:edited><title>The guy and the girl in the mirror...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wPp02i-1AFLfNWfg44UrzGbbvYQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wPp02i-1AFLfNWfg44UrzGbbvYQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wPp02i-1AFLfNWfg44UrzGbbvYQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wPp02i-1AFLfNWfg44UrzGbbvYQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been strangely away from writing for a very long time now...&lt;div&gt;I believe that since this blog was meant to be a note of my life...I do need to update it more often...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been busy the last couple of days...interestingly....for the first time...not because of work...or anything specifically "non-exciting" happening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am amazingly in a good mood these days...and with a gentle smile always on the face...and i thank the &lt;b&gt;reason&lt;/b&gt; for the smile from the bottom of my heart for making me this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been looking at life with a new 'angle'... as they say...with a new leash to succeed and achieve unfinished, unfulfilled dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been finalizing certain things job and career wise...and am arriving at answers...conclusions...and understanding what i really want and need to do...which...by all standards of what i know myself till now...is an AWESOME progress!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title of this post...holds no relevance to the blog as such....it is for my reference...and a moment...like many others...i would keep in my memory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The right moment...always sticks to you...leads to your happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the weddings and related fun coming in the next few weeks...to all my friends with whom ill have a balll....to all the friends who are getting married...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lets just rock!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched "The Social Network" today...and the movie...by all means...DEFINES what entrepreneurship is all about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do catch it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TOADhzRafxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zxoP7k_CZhw/s1600/The-Social-Network.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TOADhzRafxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zxoP7k_CZhw/s320/The-Social-Network.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539431420899524370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A guy who makes a nice chair doesn't owe money to everyone who has ever built a chair. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-2229283684811776936?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/iquo2A0uM78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2229283684811776936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=2229283684811776936&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/2229283684811776936?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/2229283684811776936?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/iquo2A0uM78/guy-and-girl-in-mirror.html" title="The guy and the girl in the mirror..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TOADhzRafxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zxoP7k_CZhw/s72-c/The-Social-Network.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/guy-and-girl-in-mirror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HR3YyeSp7ImA9Wx5VGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-3309925149003332758</id><published>2010-10-10T01:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:45:36.891+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T23:45:36.891+05:30</app:edited><title>the couch and smiles.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ov6gsuOSYVrd3170Rmr1E2moW-I/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ov6gsuOSYVrd3170Rmr1E2moW-I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ov6gsuOSYVrd3170Rmr1E2moW-I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ov6gsuOSYVrd3170Rmr1E2moW-I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There is something about that COUCH at your local coffee shop isnt it?&lt;div&gt;I tried to understand all these years what exactly is the matter with that peice of furniture that it attracts us teens to it sooo much...how everyone of us is just wanting to sit on it...and how every one just keeps on staring at the people sitting on it....for them to leave...so that you can jump on that comfy cushion...and find your spot to lay down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ha....apparently....memories cant be made with a coffee had over a table and chair...it just has to be on that couch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move over chairs...that couch is here to stay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TLNUEwoHs0I/AAAAAAAAAzA/flS-lovm9V8/s1600/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TLNUEwoHs0I/AAAAAAAAAzA/flS-lovm9V8/s400/couch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526853608463119170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that i want to conclude anything from it...just a point i made....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few days have been awesomely cool...work pressures...lessons learnt....people missed...new beginnings...Im glad there is so much that happens and that doesnt happen in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[the above line is a "contradiction" dedicated to someone i am coming to know of lately...to someone i feel i already know...and to someone i will know for a long long time...! :)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked a friend the other day that if it was my last day in this life time....what is that one last question you would like to ask me...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her answer was soo good....that it still puts a smile on my face when i think of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you "baccha"... keep the smile on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-3309925149003332758?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/Nq23D7CZkB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3309925149003332758/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=3309925149003332758&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/3309925149003332758?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/3309925149003332758?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/Nq23D7CZkB8/couch-and-smiles.html" title="the couch and smiles." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TLNUEwoHs0I/AAAAAAAAAzA/flS-lovm9V8/s72-c/couch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/couch-and-smiles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCR3g7fCp7ImA9Wx5WFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-6616854764004336722</id><published>2010-09-26T21:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:16:06.604+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-26T23:16:06.604+05:30</app:edited><title>Take a step to change it. See the difference.</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2wHVgIJYJIez-6kuqO-15kSGYrk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2wHVgIJYJIez-6kuqO-15kSGYrk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When you are caught in a routine you look for ways to break it...it may be at small levels...short intervals...but you need those small breaks...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been away from blogging too long...most of my posts come out of strained disappearances...trying to remind people i exist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of this many times...to realise and accept if my life has lost the essence of surprise/novelty...if i have nothing going on around thats worth noting or writing down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats not really the case. That cannot be the case. Nobodys life can really remain like a circular loop. It does break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and in all honesty...i have concluded that how much ever i crib about my routine...it really doesnt stay that much of a routine really...may be...i am always focusing on the "wrong" things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I was saying...in these small bursts of "breaks" from routine...there is one conversation i would remember for a long time...something I would not wanna miss out on noting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat in that smoky place that day.He did not seems weak or ill. Thats the best part about knowing Ravi, he is always full of Life even if he is dead sick ("dead sick" is a bad word to use) and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smoked up, He still managed to imbibe a great deal of positivity that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the smoke I let go of a lot of things I was holding on to for a long time... and came to understand how focusing on the wrong  things doesnt help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are where you are because you are not doing anything about it.You are in your present situation because you are staying that way. Take a step to change it. See the difference."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The step has been taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a mind which has 100 thoughts and ideas every 5 mins...The right question has been asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answers might take a while, but I can see the changes already around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank your friends. Thank more for friends who carry so much positivity with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TJ-GfJPzJwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/VP59n2lYxv4/s1600/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TJ-GfJPzJwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/VP59n2lYxv4/s400/peace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521279537795770114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-6616854764004336722?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/fEemb5ShjVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6616854764004336722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=6616854764004336722&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/6616854764004336722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/6616854764004336722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/fEemb5ShjVQ/take-step-to-change-it-see-difference.html" title="Take a step to change it. See the difference." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TJ-GfJPzJwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/VP59n2lYxv4/s72-c/peace.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-step-to-change-it-see-difference.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRH4yeip7ImA9Wx5QF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-1433877643911951650</id><published>2010-09-05T20:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:11:55.092+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-05T21:11:55.092+05:30</app:edited><title>On being special...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RILDCztzKoxZPoChOGI2unO6nTg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RILDCztzKoxZPoChOGI2unO6nTg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RILDCztzKoxZPoChOGI2unO6nTg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RILDCztzKoxZPoChOGI2unO6nTg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have got into endless conversations on being famous...being rich..known...and "someone abt whom people talk about"...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a look around you...there are freaking soo many people...you somehow think you are different from them...that there is something about you that will make you known and famous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You even dream about it...almost always...the context may be different...the profession might be different...the situation may differ even...but you do see yourself famous...the one celebrity amongst the already rich...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always wondered that if everyone thinks the same...what defines you becoming famous...? Its not what you do and what you dont...its...i think... the &lt;b&gt;timing&lt;/b&gt; at which you do it...and yes ofcourse...how well and differently you do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ideas are always there...every single person around you has them...but not everyone of us use them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I frequently find myself in such day dreams honestly...and i see that...everyday...when i see a famous celebrity/businessman....I imagine myself being there...about how different I would be in his/her place...with/around him/her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if everyone around me is having the same thought...may be i am no different...theres &lt;b&gt;nothing special about me&lt;/b&gt;...no super powers there either...nor is the celebrity any different from me...it was just about the timing...the timing that he/she was "there" to be famous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am special...maybe I am not...let TIME decide that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now...i need to stay grounded...and just chill a bit i guess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/t/tupacshaku315822.html" style="text-decoration: none; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tupac Shakur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-1433877643911951650?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/rQXzcHiEPho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1433877643911951650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=1433877643911951650&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/1433877643911951650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/1433877643911951650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/rQXzcHiEPho/on-being-special.html" title="On being special..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-being-special.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECRng7fyp7ImA9Wx5RF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-2528631712377209316</id><published>2010-08-25T21:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:14:27.607+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-25T22:14:27.607+05:30</app:edited><title>One broken Leg...and a lota memories...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fnjRmn7fk_tsabEtnRe6g9LQrVA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fnjRmn7fk_tsabEtnRe6g9LQrVA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fnjRmn7fk_tsabEtnRe6g9LQrVA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fnjRmn7fk_tsabEtnRe6g9LQrVA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You meet a lot of people in your life daily. Its funny how instantly you like or dislike some people...and somehow your first impression of a person always remains...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times in your life...when you feel if only you "like-minded" people were put in one room...with loud music...and were just allowed to let loose...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has all that "connection" gone these days mann...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living life like a sad lost bird seems boring day by day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met a girl sometime back...and would like to keep her in memory....not because I know her very well...i actually dont even know her at all...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some how...for the short time we met....and for the time she carried that broken leg of hers (which is perfectly fine now i hear)...it was one of those few moments when you simply love the person in front of you...to a start of good friendship...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if i would ever meet her really....ever again....but i wish her luck...less broken legs...and lotsa fun in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this thing recently...about how two people meet...and how its like...both have been always searching for each other all this while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and theres this joke....about how when you meet "the one" and you tell him/her "Where the hell have you been all this while! I was searching for you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and then the other person says "Im soo sorry dear....but i came here as fast as i cann...I too am tired of all the running!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes you feel that way sometimes right....that you are running to get somewhere....to meet someone...tired as you may be...wait a while....its all worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-2528631712377209316?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/JjgrWJ9Niwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2528631712377209316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=2528631712377209316&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/2528631712377209316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/2528631712377209316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/JjgrWJ9Niwg/one-broken-legand-lota-memories.html" title="One broken Leg...and a lota memories..." /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-broken-legand-lota-memories.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECQXo_eyp7ImA9Wx5SEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-4310790340663560789</id><published>2010-08-08T22:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:17:40.443+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-08T23:17:40.443+05:30</app:edited><title>Lazy fast life!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V356lh6E0i_M325n_3VU7ta0wRo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V356lh6E0i_M325n_3VU7ta0wRo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TF7tjvG8f3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/y5Psjydgtdc/s1600/ch950125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TF7tjvG8f3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/y5Psjydgtdc/s400/ch950125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503096992890126194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week passes by these days...without meeting me...sitting down with me for a while...just...always in a rush...&lt;div&gt;Cant believe time is running so fast...seems like yesterday that it was the thing I did which actually was a year back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sundays are lazy days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put on my sandals and moved out...somehow trying to carry it off....sometimes you just dont care about the way you look...especially on a lazy day like today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mention of my sandals is important for the blog today...something about it i need to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also goes on record... the fun weekends I have had in the past one month, the careless spending of money, my new BlackBerry Storm 2 and the pathetic gym workout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its ironic how u find your days lazy and still feel that life is moving a bit too fast...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015608-4310790340663560789?l=aberrantlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~4/6FmnyZnJvx0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4310790340663560789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015608&amp;postID=4310790340663560789&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/4310790340663560789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015608/posts/default/4310790340663560789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/RAood/~3/6FmnyZnJvx0/lazy-fast-life.html" title="Lazy fast life!" /><author><name>Prasad Narulkar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102042072323792219881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3e2En6yXFL8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCU/MpcmsyzW1bM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THV1-soUeZw/TF7tjvG8f3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/y5Psjydgtdc/s72-c/ch950125.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aberrantlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-fast-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHQXY-fCp7ImA9WxFaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015608.post-3429123616948269172</id><published>2010-07-18T22:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:00:30.854+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-18T23:00:30.854+05:30</app:edited><title>A loose, broken and "not-blogged-for weeks" post</title><content type="html">
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