<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387865790841798555</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:17:30.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am i</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387865790841798555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Enlightened</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534876565318655297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387865790841798555.post-4061964471343076474</id><published>2009-09-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:42:33.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>tester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387865790841798555-4061964471343076474?l=walkinintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387865790841798555.post-1634149008267880204</id><published>2007-01-05T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T06:33:17.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insane Aquarium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new idea here is a possesion of pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An adaptation of new sorts was in vain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A massacre of reality is what finally they gain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for this is an aquarium insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don have an attitude problem,U have a perception problem" said a young fish to an old one.&lt;br /&gt;The young fish jus out of fresh water drops into an aquarium as old as 1 yr.&lt;br /&gt;What does it find?&lt;br /&gt;A pond full fishes wic think their world ends once out of the aquarium old thoughts old ideas,no room for anythin new.&lt;br /&gt;What new about being old they are the same.&lt;br /&gt;A new idea seems so impossible for their takin.A reason seems too much an ask.&lt;br /&gt;A young fish caught at the fresh waters , when put into an aquarium filled wit fishesthat haven seen the world in their recent times,it views the aquarium as Insane Insane.&lt;br /&gt;I do liv in the same world of the old ,were experience seems to kill reality ,infact many of us do.&lt;br /&gt;We are all ruled ideas got by experience and not by the ideas of the new.&lt;br /&gt;A taste of our will takes up the bitterness of rumours.When we live our way they talk their way.A fish that had seen so much of the world will have to stick the rules of the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;If its seems insane they cal us insane.How many of us live in the world of insanity.How many ideas hav been lost.How much have we sacrificed on us to live insane.&lt;br /&gt;We are wat we are and not what others think we are.&lt;br /&gt;Reality rocks us with the rumours on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye insanity I Live my way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am and not what you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Five men can take a horse to a pond but not even five thousand men can make it drink,I am one kind of an horse ,U cannot make me drink insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387865790841798555-1634149008267880204?l=walkinintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1634149008267880204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387865790841798555&amp;postID=1634149008267880204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387865790841798555/posts/default/1634149008267880204'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wondered why the mirrors are "hanged" on a nail?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I envy the mirror when u made cute faces at him, so i started hanging it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wondered why a combs have alternate teeths ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I envy the comb, as he runs over your silky hair, so broke the others and disfigured him for life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wonder why people crush bottles after use?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I envy the bottle ,when its mouth dances between ur lips, so i started crushing him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever wonder why belts are punched with holes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I envy the belt that hugs you so close, so i started punching it with bullets in rage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natural Realizations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The roses went red seeing her lips ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they blush of shame.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lillies went white...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seeing her beauty pale they became.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The violets went blue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seeing her body poisoning their fame.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387865790841798555-8707887222287891877?l=walkinintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8707887222287891877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387865790841798555&amp;postID=8707887222287891877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387865790841798555/posts/default/8707887222287891877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387865790841798555/posts/default/8707887222287891877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-realization.html' title='My realization'/><author><name>The Enlightened</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534876565318655297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387865790841798555.post-4846988461082724541</id><published>2006-12-27T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:01:33.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions from my Neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>The Best part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He teased people who took part.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He mocked people who lost their heart....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He acted as if he was not a guy of this sort......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wondered if boys could cry(atleast in front of people)......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many years went without a try........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life without rules......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships without true souls.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought everybody who gave souls as fools.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Too many friends,too much enjoyment,fun al the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He laughed when somebody said i love her truely , mocked wen somebody said i long for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he was not ready to think of it for many years......nothin was there that could change him...nobody was dear or near to make him clear....days passed so many started comin into his life they were so near yet they were so far.....likin him and thought him for dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he was independent,happy there was nobody who could take control of him....He was proud of being this way.. took all the relationships as they came by and left the relation ships as they went without hesitation or sentiments.some thought his heart was a stone, some thought he was the strongest wen it came to relationships.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her looks were very cute....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wen she was near he was into mute....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without any reasons...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they spoke for seasons......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she started breakin his rules...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he realized y those guys had been fools....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in his eyes she was the best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on her his life started to rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Good part&lt;br /&gt;He met her like jus another relationship he took it not to his heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He spoke but again he was one of those tough guys.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she asked things that most others would ask for in a relationship but he refused .... she waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then were those days were they spoke for hours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she spoke he listened ...it was as if she was born to speak and he was born to listen...They fought for every thing fights made her strong but made him weak...long gone were those days were he never used to bother on a relationship wen they said he was wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He waited for her to turn up after those fights but never did she.... He started longin and He started goin back to her...for the first time in his life he got those so called feelin of may be he was wrong.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He went in weak she came back strong breakin his rules one by one.... teachin him her rules which were 360 degrees off his track...wen he oppossed she threaned him ... wonderin hw !!!...she cried... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she taught him so many things in his life.... He forgot his family,friends and at times even his mother.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I never imagined a cry or a smile could tak guys so much off track....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but at that point he wasn those normal sentimental guys he was strong...no body could control his,he was still strong until one day wen she cried he cried.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said those three words first.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for him she was the best....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was time for him to take up a decision ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wit love he agreed on her petition....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he was hers emotinally, she took the first step.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every mornin she used to tel me he was in her dreams...she dreamt him in everything startin from a drive together til a life together...(actually thats wat she told him)..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;little did he know it was a trick.... since never did he hav dreams of her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she cried since she was never in his dreams...finally she told him she loved him he never reacted...(infact he did not know hw to react)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she told him that she wants to be his wife he thought she was his life..He started to like the feel she was givin me ...He thought she is the best he could ever have......one final decision to make too many thoughts came across his mind, too many people were ther but he was sure nobody could match her....He decorated her dreams... she loved he lived....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Worst part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;their relationship became thicker...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;other reltionships became thinner....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wanted her all my life ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that for her was a knife....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loved her more than the whole world....but....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it took him four years to tak up a desicion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.min without her went like weeks and weeks with her went like mins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He changed from north pole to south pole....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; few things which seemed to impossible to leave or forget jus went off him life in a blink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for one reason that it was impossible for him to forget or leave her...she stopped cryin ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he started cryin for the need of her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for him she was the only option but she had much more in place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;onely nights went sleepless but she always had her teddy bear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in a few days she will reach a land too far to reach often....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;very far that telephones cant ring all the time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;very far that even words through telephones reach her much slower than than the time it took him for a change....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;every day phone calls, long night conversation will be crippled to no so often phone calls and long mails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.the days he hated chattin wil become my only source..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.she has her ambitions, studies, new friends to take off my memoriesfor him her affection strengthens,care mesmerizes He wakes up seein her gift he remembers her name wen he logs on to his computer as a password..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387865790841798555-4846988461082724541?l=walkinintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4846988461082724541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2387865790841798555&amp;postID=4846988461082724541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387865790841798555/posts/default/4846988461082724541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387865790841798555/posts/default/4846988461082724541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinintherain.blogspot.com/2006/12/confessions-from-my-neighbourhood.html' title='Confessions from my Neighbourhood'/><author><name>The Enlightened</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534876565318655297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
